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Until
recently, Tatsumi Souichi considered it The Day From Hell. First had
come the infuriating news from America, fueling his fears concerning
his wayward brother and taunting him with his inability to do
anything about it. He was angry enough to slug someone so, of course,
he did. Morinaga was useful as a punching bag, if nothing else.
The
evening that followed turned even more hellish. He'd ignored his
conscience chiding him for snooping through his kohai's apartment
under the pretense of looking for beer. In his fuming, self-righteous
state, he told himself that his worries concerning Tomoe were reason
enough to ignore the usual civilities. Besides, it was all Morinaga's
fault there wasn't enough beer, and could he be any slower in
returning with more?
So he'd downed the fateful bottle and his
life was forever changed. Morinaga's actions that night had felt like
a violation, and he'd been so livid he never wanted to see the
perverted creature's face again. But life was strangely empty without
his only friend and his apology had been so sincere, Souichi's heart
slowly melted. As much as their renewed relationship confused and
disturbed him, he'd come to need the younger man's attention during
the day and his skilfull ministrations at night...at least,
sometimes.
Once he'd grudgingly come to terms with his
possible homosexuality, he struggled with why, when sex felt so
spine-meltingly good, he resisted the way he did. Enlightenment
struck as he was playing back certain memories one night, alone in
his bedroom with a hand busy inside his pajama bottoms. Kissing had
turned out to be unexpectedly arousing, and Morinaga certainly
understood his body's secrets, knowing which strings to pull so that
he danced in lewd ways he blushed to remember.
Yes, the
puppetmaster certainly played him long and well, but there was no
erasing the vulnerability of the final outcome. It was the opening,
the penetration, that overwhelmed his senses and slayed his heart.
One could fantasize about anything as a lover expertly teased you,
but when something like that was inside there was no denying
what was happening or who was doing it to you. To be continually
submitting in such a way felt wrong somehow, despite the addictive,
erotic pleasure it brought.
When the idea arrived he was
thunderstruck: why couldn't he do the deed too?!? It seemed repulsive
at first, an admission of qualities he'd despised and feared in
others, and even in himself if he chose to be that honest. But the
obvious advantages of such a change in their repertory soon won him
over, and he spent the rest of the week in delicious reverie,
fantasizing about how he might manifest such a scene. Come Friday
evening he was so eager, there was no waiting till they got to their
apartment to launch the plan.
“This time, I'll do it to
you.”
His words had a most astounding impact. There was
Morinaga, staggering backwards, blushing like a schoolgirl. It
brought Souichi such a heady sense of power, desire sparking between
his thighs, he suddenly understood the benefits of being the hunter
and not the prey.
“Do it to me?” Morinaga asked, looking
adorably uncertain.
“Of course!” Souichi replied. “It's
about time, don't you think? I'm older than you and your superior at
work. By all the rules I should be on top, not the other way
around.”
He'd never noticed how pink his kohai's ears became
when he was flustered. Although, perhaps that was because it was the
first time he'd ever seen him flustered. It was exhilarating. “But
Senpai,” Morinaga began, “I thought homosexuality disgusted you.
How can you want to do me if that's how you feel?”
Souichi
had given the question long and hard thought and was ready with his
reply. “It's true I was disgusted, and I hated how you blackmailed
me into being with you, but I can't deny my responses.” He felt his
own face getting hot, but pushed forward anyway, unable to look
Morinaga in the eye. “I enjoy it when you touch me and, while it's
overwhelming, when we're joined it's...very...um....” Okay, that
was enough truth for tonight.
“So I want to give you the
same pleasure,” he insisted, finally facing the other man directly.
“I've come to realize you're important to me and that my body likes
to be with yours, so I guess I'm homo too...when it comes to you,
anyway.”
Morinaga appeared stupefied, mouth open, eyes
blinking. “I'm important to you?” he whispered.
“Yes,
stupid!” Souichi groused. “I just said so.” Why did he feel
like his kohai was stalling?
Morinaga's audible gulp surprised
them both, causing a sweat drop or two and more furious blushing.
“You w-want my body near yours?” he stammered.
Was he
going to say no? Souichi had not considered the possibility that his
intimate, soul-baring confession might go unrewarded, and felt his
anger rise unbidden. “I'm saying I want you,” he declared
passionately. “Why do I feel like you want to say no?”
“Maybe
because I do,” came the startling admission.
Souichi was too
astounded to be insulted. “Why, for god's sake?” he
cried.
Morinaga was poking his toe into an imaginary hole in
the pavement. “Because it would be my first time, Senpai.”
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“Your
first time!” Senpai cried. “That's impossible.”
“It's
true,” Morinaga whispered. “I've always been on top. It was
mostly one night stands and....” He trailed off, mortified. His
past was nothing to be proud of, so the less said the better.
At
first, Senpai looked confused, but then a certain all-too-familiar
fire lit in his eyes, “You expect me to like it when you've never
experienced it yourself?”
Morinaga groaned inwardly. He was
cursed. That had to be it. Every blissful fantasy he'd had of Senpai
had gone horribly wrong. He'd dreamt of their first encounter for
years and the experience itself had certainly surpassed his
expectations, but the homicidal epilogue had not been part of the
original plot.
His romantic life before Tatsumi-san entered it
had been busy but unfullfilling. He'd chosen men younger, smaller and
less experienced to stay in control and keep his distance. With no
expectation of finding love, he did not, which is possibly why his
heart was so vulnerable to a certain bespectacled graduate student
despite his poisonous temper.
So here was Senpai, blushing,
eyes aglow and breath ragged, but not for the right reasons. Did he
expect Senpai to like getting laid? He was surprised to realize he'd
never considered otherwise, so there was no choice but to reply,
“Well...yes. You do like it, don't you Senpai?”
The
beautiful man blushed to his ears, but his glance remained
disturbingly piercing. “Y-Yes. Yes I do, but that's not the point.
Are you going to refuse me, Mori-kun?”
Morinaga's
knees went weak at the unaccustomed familiarity, and he shivered in
delight despite his terror. Senpai was clearly not defenseless and he
felt himself weakening, blurting the truth without thinking. “I'd
like to say yes but I'm afraid.”
Souichi looked
incredulous. “Afraid?” At Morinaga's nod, he asked the most
embarrassing question. “Have you been feeding me a line all this
time? Telling me how I should enjoy it, want it, even when you didn't
believe it yourself?”
“I wanted to believe it,” he
insisted sincerely. “I wanted it to be true. So...I guess I just
told myself it was.”
“Well, well,” Senpai mused, eying
him with that predatory air Morinaga found most disconcerting and yet
so spine-meltingly flattering he thought his both his heart and his
pants were going to explode. “You've been a good teacher,” Senpai
continued quietly, “so perhaps it's time to let me show you what
I've learned...Sensei.”
Morinaga was speechless, mouth
agape. Standing together before their front door, he couldn't make
himself reach for the handle. Refusing what awaited him inside was
not an option, and the unfamiliar turmoil in his guts was enough to
make him want to run away screaming into the night.
For the
second time in their relationship, Senpai initiated a kiss, a searing
one at that. Tasting the familiar mouth and breathing in the beloved
scent helped calm his nerves, although he was still too frazzled to
appreciate that Senpai had done it in public right on their front
doorstep! Long fingers stroked his cheek, pushing him away with a
seductive smile. “Don't worry, Morinaga,” Senpai whispered. “I'll
be gentle.”
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Souichi
couldn't remember when he'd enjoyed dinner together so much. The last
time a tryst was on the agenda the food had stuck in his throat and
he'd pounded down the beers to dull his apprehension. Tonight he was
amused to see Morinaga doing the heavy drinking while he sipped
cautiously, wanting to stay sober to best carry out his plan.
There
was a moment when his slightly-tipsy kohai returned from the kitchen,
sat next to him, and tried to pull a fast one by attacking with a
typically arousing kiss. Souichi's head began to swim, as usual, and
he found himself grinding into the skillful hand palming his crotch.
It took the husky, “Let's go to bed, Senpai,” to startle him back
to reality.
Pushing the younger man away abruptly, he growled,
“Hey, wait a minute! I'm taking you to bed tonight,
Morinaga.” Standing, he tried to look his most imperious. “Come!”
Suddenly a few shades paler, Morinaga reluctantly got to his
feet. “Are you sure you want to do this, Senpai?” he whispered,
giving Souichi's bedroom door a baleful glance.
Souichi
unlocked it and stepped inside the room, beckoning. “Yes, I do,”
he replied. “I want you, Mori-kun. Now come.” He'd never felt
more triumphant than when his trembling kohai entered his domain.
His prize cooperated fully, joining him on the bed, but as
Souichi lay beside his lover he had a horrifying realization. In all
his plotting to get to this moment, he'd never considered beyond it.
Suddenly the weight of responsibility on his shoulders seemed
overwhelming. It was the seme's job to bring his lover to a
satisfying completion, no matter how inexperienced he felt. Quickly
reviewing Morinaga's various strategies and techniques, he burst out
in a cold sweat, dread flooding his veins. I'll need to put my
mouth...there, and my fingers...oh no!
Filled with doubt,
he panicked and almost changed his mind. But his kohai was looking so
vulnerable and expectant, and he really was such an adorable—if
bothersome—puppydog, that Souichi steeled his guts and pushed
forward. Perhaps sensing his hesitation, strong arms wrapped around
his shoulders, pulling him downward. “Kiss me, Senpai,” came the
quiet demand, and he was happy to comply.
Making out lit a
fire in his belly as it always did, burning hot and bright, fueling
his courage. His hand wandered across the hard, flat planes of
Morinaga's chest, taking delight in the contrasting softness of his
waistline. Trailing upward again, he brushed his fingertip over the
puckered flesh of a nipple, flicking gently, wondering at the
response he'd receive. The squeak and sharp intake of breath was most
rewarding, inspiring him to further scientific experiments.
“Stop!”
Morinaga cried, breaking their kiss, writhing wonderfully. “It
tickles!”
“You never stop when I ask you to,” Souichi
replied, thoroughly enjoying the payback.
“I know
but...aaaaah!”
More creative tweaking elicited the most
satisfying gasps, and Morinaga's hips jerking against his aching
erection sent his senses reeling, reminding him it was time to take
the next step. Needing another kiss to shore up his nerves, he
lowered his head to taste the quivering lips once more.
Morinaga
sighed, “Mmmm, yes please,” before their tongues danced together
again. A minute of such heady encouragement and Souichi was ready to
venture into unexplored territory. He stroked the firm belly
tentatively, following the wispy trail downward into Morinaga's
jeans, then deftly freed the source of all his troubles. It wasn't
any bigger than his own, but he did resent it, considering it seemed
insatiable—continually pestering him when there were other things
he'd rather be doing. But he treated it kindly, petting and stroking
it the way he liked himself, and was rewarded with the blushing coos
and sighs of its owner.
“Oh, Senpai!” Morinaga gushed. “I
can't believe this is happening. It feels so nice...so good!”
The
flattery spurred Souichi's confidence. Perhaps it was his first time
making love to someone, but he didn't seem to be doing too badly.
Morinaga always used his mouth, but he wasn't ready for that
tonight—maybe never, he realized with a shudder—so he
tried to be extra attentive, teasing the throbbing member in his hand
with great care and sensitivity. However, his inspired technique
brought the young man in his arms perilously close to orgasm, if the
tension in his hips was any measure, and Souichi knew the rest could
be put off no longer.
Reaching for the nightstand, he pumped
a handful of his favorite lotion-for-private-uses, held his breath
and ventured...lower. You're really going to stick your fingers
into another man's ass? he asked himself. Yes! He argued
back firmly. It was necessary to prepare Morinaga properly, so he
steeled his guts, fervently determined to continue experimenting and
learning. Teasing gently around the sensitive opening, he was amazed
at how responsive and alive it was, and the moans he received in
response to his explorations were music to his ears.
“Uwaaaa,”
his lover sang. “Go ahead, Senpai. I'm ready...I think.”
Souichi
caressed the pulsing entrance a little longer then pushed his middle
finger inside, smiling at the squeak it evoked. “This isn't too
bad, is it?” he asked his panting kohai.
“Um...no,”
came Morinaga's reply, although his face looked doubtful. “Just
different. Kinda weird, but...OOOOOOH! Ummm. What did you just
do?”
“I believe I found your prostate,” Souichi
responded with a chuckle, amazed it didn't feel revolting to touch
Morinaga this way. If anything it was the opposite. His lover
surrendered sweetly as he gently worked a second finger past the
tight ring of muscle, cajoling and coaxing deep inside to erase the
wince that marred his expression. The moment was so intimate and
tender, Souichi's heart fairly burst with appreciation, fingers
telegraphing the news of every shudder and quiver resounding
throughout his lover's body. It was heady stuff to dissolve Morinaga
into the same kind of puddle he was used to finding himself.
Taking
a moment to appreciate the view, Souichi had to admit his annoying
kohai was beautiful indeed. Eyes closed, moaning softly, body
writhing in response to his stroking inside, the alluring man wore a
wanton face that practically screamed his need. Amazed at the
gratitude he felt, immensely flattered by Morinaga's trust, he wanted
to do everything right. Positioning himself, the body beneath him
tensed as he removed his fingers. “Shhh,” he intoned. “It's
okay. Are you ready, Mori-kun?”
Morinaga's eyelids
fluttered as he bit his lower lip endearingly, took a shaky breath
and whispered, “I'm ready Senpai.”
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It
was oh, so right but so horribly wrong. Morinaga had dreamed of this,
prayed for it, but never in a million years had he imagined Senpai
making such a request. Senpai was saying the words he'd always longed
to hear, but the accompanying demand turned his innards to jelly.
He'd never considered the impact of Senpai looking at him like he was
some kind of juicy morsel to be devoured, thus his blazing face and
weakening knees were most disconcerting. He found himself entering
Senpai's room and laying on his bed as though hypnotized by a
wizard's spell.
Although, once the masterful wizard lay next
to him his imperious aspect appeared to falter. Too thrilled by
Senpai's newfound interest to risk it ending so soon, Morinaga made a
grab and kissed him soundly, willing him with teasing tongue to
continue. And oh, he did! Who would have thought Senpai had such
talents? Warm hand exploring his length, knowing just how to touch,
pulling in the most enticing rhythms. Every once and a while he had
to open his eyes and watch, to insure it was really happening and not
just a dream.
When the warmth ventured lower, encircling his
entrance and gently tickling, he felt fear. But the desire was
stronger, amazed at how delicious the experience was, and so he
opened and offered himself. “I'm ready...I think.” The entering
felt strange, not necessarily pleasurable but not painful either, but
as Senpai's finger slid deeper new sensations blossomed. A fire began
to blaze at the base of his spine, a warm ache that felt so sweet, he
wasn't sure he deserved it.
The burn of a second finger's
entrance felt welcome, forcing him back to reality, and he looked up
at the beautiful man playing him so expertly and shuddered in wonder.
It was beyond belief to watch Senpai do such things to him and
actually appear to like it! Morinaga felt wanton, naughty, realizing
he needed more than the fingers teasing him inside. He wanted Senpai
to take him, posses him, claim him as his own. So when the luscious
man positioned himself, Morinaga opened willingly, facing this new
experience with hope and desire.
Having Senpai inside was way
more intense than fingers, but fulfilling in such a literal way it
made his head spin. Gently rocking against him, Morinaga couldn't
keep from moaning, it felt so unusual and yet so arousing. “Is this
good, Mori-kun?” Senpai whispered.
“Yes!” he replied,
sincerely. “It's wonderful in the weirdest way.”
Senpai
chuckled, leaning down to kiss him. Experiencing his lover in both
ends was most intoxicating and he convulsed, feeling an orgasm
lurking deep in his guts. Opening his thighs and thrusting back,
rubbing his aching member against Senpai's taut belly, Morinaga was
ready to be impaled, annihilated. Senpai answered his need with a
thorough pounding, his moans causing Morinaga's heart to soar. That
Senpai was receiving such pleasure at his body made it all the more
exciting.
The hand that grabbed him in such an enticing manner
was almost unwelcome, as he wanted the connection between them to go
on forever, but there was no denying the urgency in said member and
it exploded without further adieu. He couldn't believe the intensity
of the pleasure, so much more than when he was doing the deed. And
the fact that it was beloved Souichi-san who was taking him so,
claiming him in such a way, made it all the more sweet.
When
he felt the lithe body between his legs tense, back arched, throbbing
deep inside, he knew Senpai's time was near. His orgasm melted him as
it always did and he collapsed on Morinaga's chest, labored breath
tickling his neck, heart pounding against his chest. Morinaga pulled
strands of long hair off the sweaty back and stroked it, gently
scratching, as they both came down to earth. Too soon, Senpai
stirred, raising his head and smiling at him wryly. “So, you'll let
me do this again, right?”
“Oh yes!” Morinaga assured
him, so quickly Senpai blinked in surprise.
“Well...good,”
he said, lowering his head to Morinaga's shoulder. To hide his
blush, Morinaga thought with an inward smile.
“I love
you, Senpai,” he ventured, so happy he didn't care whether he got
bonked or not. The bonk he received, however, was most
unexpected.
“I think...I...I love you too.”
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