Fushigi Yuugi Fan Fiction ❯ Facepaint ❯ Roses and Hearts and Lemons, Oh My! ( Chapter 5 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

FY is still not mine, this is still a yaoi, etc. This part is an explicit LEMON!!! Angst, sap… all that good stuff. ^_^ There is discussion of rape and abuse in this chapter, but none happens (or will in the rest of the fic).

AN: O_o" Wow, normally I don't have a difficult time writing lemons, but I saw a call for fics to be MST3K'd and I got to thinking how I would do that to this chapter… well, you try writing a Tomo lemon with Tomo, Soi, and Nakago watching over your shoulder… ^_~



Facepaint

by Sunandshadow


Chapter 5 - Roses And Hearts And Lemons, Oh My!


It was autumn, and the garden was mostly fallen leaves and muddy ground, but there were still a few flowers. I crouched down to admire a rose, and Tomo lounged against a nearby tree trunk, watching me with one eyebrow raised. I love the scent of roses. I read somewhere that rose musk contains a substance like women's pheromones, so that's why they're associated with love, and why they've been so popular throughout history, especially with guys.


"Do you like roses?" I asked Tomo languidly.


He shrugged. "They're ok."


"I've always liked roses. I keep one in a pot in my room at school, a pink one. I like the other colors better, but the pink ones always seem to smell the best. …I wonder what will happen in that world when they notice I'm gone? I hope my family doesn't worry too much…" I stood up and walked over to join him, and we sat down on a nearby bench.


"You were still in school? Mareu, how old are you?" You still have a family that cares about you? marveled Tomo. Maybe that's why you're so open and cheerful…


"I'm 21. That's the same age most people in my world finally finish school and become actual adults. It's very different there than here; because our technology level is so much higher there are more things to learn, and people have to stay in school to learn them. It's a little too long and hard for most people, and I was really starting to get worn down by it all…" Yeah, massive understatement - I was failing 2 classes and on the edge of a nervous breakdown, possibly I had gone off the deep end and was hallucinating all this… "this is a nice change. I like it here. Although I wish Seiryuu would have let me pack…"


"I'm 21; I can't imagine that… still being in school, having a family…"


I blink-blinked at him and the loneliness in his voice. "You… don't have…?"


He shook his head, not looking at me. "None of the seishi do, except you."


"…oh. Wow, harsh… Can I… ask what happened? I mean, you don't have to say if you don't want to, but…"


"Iie, it's ok. I don't miss my real parents because I never knew them. The man I think of as my father adopted me and started training me to be in the opera… I loved him, but he was killed when I was six. Most of the boys in the acting troop were orphans or had been sold by their parents. I was no different until I discovered I was Tomo and started learning how my powers worked. I was the star of our troop," there was real pride and almost a smile in his voice, "when we came to the palace when I was fifteen. I stepped forward to claim my place as a sei and suddenly I was a real army officer rather than just playing the part of one…" He let his voice trail off, and I realized he didn't feel like commenting on his life after that point. I wondered if he had had anyone to love him in all that time… my heart went out to him.


"I can picture you as the star. I would have liked to see you perform."


Tomo studied me. He started to say something, changed his mind, then finally asked, "What is your family like?"


"Oh, boringly normal. Mother and father, sister four years younger than me, and brother thirteen years younger than me. Oh, and five sets of aunts and uncles and twelve cousins, three of whom already have children of their own." I chuckled. "We all have different priorities and ways of looking at the universe, so we don't get along that well, but it's easier to be nice when I only see them a few times a year, on vacations from school. If I had to actually live with them I would lose my mind, I have to hide so much of who I am from them to avoid getting into fights… you know, for never having been on stage I've spent a lot of my time acting." I chuckled. "At any rate, you're not missing out on anything wonderful. I'd rather have a few friends and lovers that I can be myself with any day."


"You think it's ever safe to really be yourself? Completely, not just more than usual? I find it unlikely."


"Sometimes it's safe. It is dangerous. There's maybe one person out of a thousand who won't hurt you if you let all your shields down, leave yourself completely open. Not that they all want to hurt you, it's just that most people never reach a high enough stage of adulthood that they can refrain from asking painful things of you. Either they ask for you to be something you can't, or they ask you to hide something you are because they can't deal with it. And then if you do find someone safe, you have to try to keep them, against the forces of entropy, against society, even against economics. Or if you're really lucky… if you're phenomenally lucky, they'll offer to keep you."


"Hmmm." Tomo considered the possibility skeptically.


I shrugged one shoulder. I had bared my soul as much as I was comfortable with, so I changed the subject. "So, what about the other seishi's families?"


"Nakago's parents were killed in the genocide of the hins, when he was about six, soldiers brought him back and he ended up in the emperor's harem for a while. The twins' parents were killed when the imperial army quelled an uprising along the Konan border, where their farm was. Soi's father sold her into prostitution when she was about twelve. Ashitare was an exhibit in a freak show until Nakago bought him from them. And Yui… she managed to get raped as soon as she arrived in this kingdom." Tomo's voice had been even and emotionless throughout this recital, a feat that testified to his real acting ability.


My eyes had been getting progressively wider as he went along. "…Damn." I shook my head slowly. Every maternal and empathetic bone in my body was demanding I go hug all of them, while the rational part of my mind was calmly reminding me that every one of them (except possibly Yui) was perfectly capable of killing me if I laid an unwanted hand on them. I drew my knees up to my chest and hugged them.


Tomo eyed me with surprise and a smidgen of what seemed to be genuine worry. "Mareu? Are you alright?"


"You just told me every member of what I've been considering my new family has been badly mistreated by life; I'm having a sympathy attack and reminding myself that it would be foolish to run around and hug them all. Foolish verging on suicidal, in some cases."


"They'll all survive, I'm sure. Even Yui - she tried to slit her wrist right after she found out, but she's used to the idea now. Eventually she'll figure out, like the rest of us, that the past is little more than an illusion: once it happens it's gone. You can't touch it and it can't touch you, unless you foolishly bring it to life again in your mind."


"I know that's true, but… just because the wound is forgotten, doesn't mean it's healed. It's my nature to try to heal others' hearts…"


[Remember the translating spell that lets everyone who enters the book speak Chinese? Well, when Mareu said 'hearts' Tomo heard 'kokoro', the word of Nakago's seishi symbol. Hmm…]


Looking concerned and perplexed, Tomo leaned toward me so that he could study me better. "But you cannot heal someone else's heart. A heart that's endured that kind of injury can never return to what it used to be."


"No, but it can grow in a new direction. Do you know what I mean? The pieces of heart can get rearranged into a new, strong shape. And I can help with that, if people would let me."


"How can you possibly help fix someone else's heart?"


"Well, what happens is, when someone's heart gets ripped up, they panic and get real tense, wrap armor around the pieces to hold them in what used to be the right shape, but the broken edges rub each other and it just hurts them… but usually, if you can get the person to relax, the pieces will naturally realign themselves in a good way. Sometimes they need a good nudge, but relaxation is the most important thing. And I'm good at getting people to relax." I started to smile again as the innuendo occurred to me, "One might say I have good bedside manner."


It was subtle, but I saw his whole manner change; eyes a little brighter, flushed skin visible between the dragon's coils, the beginning of a smirk curving his wet black lips. "Feh. You're certainly cocky." he said archly.


I snickered. "You can't say that, you haven't seen it yet!"


"Yet? …You're teasing me."


Ch', so touchy… or perhaps responsive was a better word. Hehehe. I couldn't resist the temptation to needle him a little more. "It's called foreplay. Most people like a little."


His eyes narrowed, then he turned his face away from me. "But you have no intention to follow through on it."


I blinked. "I don't? When did I change my mind? Last I knew I had every intention of ravishing you… with your permission, of course." Maybe a complement and a poetic phrase would have been better just now, but it's hard not to pick up on Tomo's acidic banter and respond in kind. Then again, maybe poetry would just have reinforced his idea that I was being fake…


He had turned his face back toward me and was looking at me, expression impassive except for the suspicion and uncertainty in his eyes.


I tipped my head to the side and looked at him in puzzlement. "You don't believe me?"


"Prove it."


I grinned my feral hentai grin. "Oh, it will be my pleasure. This evening?"


He studied me for another long moment, then slowly nodded. "This evening then."


It wasn't enough. I studied him for a moment, while he held my gaze defiantly. Then I knew what to do - I reached out, slowly, so as not to startle him, and gently placed two fingertips where the white underside of his wrist beckoned temptingly within the cuff of his sleeve. I slid my hand gently down the soft underside of his arm, over the delicate vein that showed sapphire through his alabaster skin, and under his palm, lifting his hand into mine and stroking the center of his palm with my knuckle. He involuntarily drew in a quick breath, and I smiled at him. Then I lifted his hand to my mouth and kissed his palm. Looking into his eyes, I murmured across his palm, "I would kiss you properly, to seal the agreement, but I wouldn't want to smear your paint, would I?" And I winked at him. Never let it be said that Mareu is not an accomplished flirt, whatever gender body I happen to be in, whatever gender the object of my affection. He needed the reassurance, so I was pleased to give it to him.


"Mareu..." he breathed, in a voice that held agony and ecstasy. Oh yes, he would walk through fire for me now. Now all I had to do was carefully break the tension without giving him cause to flinch away again...


I sighed wistfully. "I suppose that work must come before play though... I really ought to figure out what my seishi power is... Will you help?"


He nodded over-enthusiastically, and I grinned. Oh yes. He was mine now - hook, line, and sinker.


"So... what do you think I should do first?"


* * *


I stepped into his room, and his eyes met mine. Now. The room seemed to heat up a little - or maybe it was just he and I. No more excuses. No more delays. I looked him over, savoring hair spun from silver and shadows, eyes of molten gold, skin of richest cream, for once not hidden behind a mask of greasepaint. I want him… I let my eyes go half-lidded and favored him with a slow, sensual smile. And I'm going to have him.... I stepped forward until we were almost touching, keeping my gaze locked with his. His hot breath rushed between slightly parted lips. Now…


And he knows it. I reached slowly towards him and made that electric contact, running my knuckles along his jaw and up to his cheekbone; he leaned into the caress like a cat. And he wants it… I leaned down and he filled my senses: Sight, Sound, Scent, Touch… and Taste, as his lips parted beneath mine. His eyelids flickered closed, and his arms wrapped desperately around my waist, pulling our bodies together. Ohhh, does he want it… I wrapped one arm around him, tangled the other in his hair, and leaned in, letting my own eyes close as I deepened the kiss. I whispered his name into his mouth and he rewarded me with a little moan. Now.


I know why Nakago can't deal with sex: to do it right you have to give up your control; I am panting now, as I release the kiss to catch my breath. Tomo's eyes opened again, and he gazed up at me with almost-pure lust, with just a trace of affection mixed in - just the way I like it. I smiled with lazy predatoriality and ran my hands over him. I reveled in the slightly rough texture of his shirt, the lithe muscles of his back, the smooth planes of his chest, the delicate curves of his face… I traced caressingly down one arm and collected his hand, bringing it to my mouth so I could plant a kiss in his palm. Then I drew his hand down my chest and left it on the knot of my dressing gown.


Long-nailed hands delicately tugged the knot open, then slid inside the fabric and over my chest with a strange double sensation - each fingertip leaving a trail of warmth and the tip of each nail leaving a cooler, more piquant echo. I'd never made love to someone with such long nails before; it was an interesting sensation…


Mesmerized by warm bare skin he pushed the front of my robe open and just melted into my chest, nuzzling his cheek against me and covering my collar bone with soft little half-kisses. The corner of my mouth quirked and I stifled a chuckle. Kawaii… The familiar shape of a hot erection pressed imploringly into my thigh, as if to ask Can I come in, onegai? I smiled in welcome. Be my guest. Please, come in… come inside, please… I helped by shrugging my robe off of my shoulders and dropping it on the floor near the head of the bed, where I would be able to get at it later. Now wearing nothing but my boxers, I gathered him into a hug and kissed his hair. "Mmmmm…" His hair was gorgeous when it was up in its usual topknot, but when it was loose it was just heaven to play with… and that scent… I blinked in recognition. "Roses?"


"Do you like it?"


"Mmm, definitely." I lifted his face towards me and hungrily took another deep kiss. Meanwhile I let my hands wander under the bottom of his shirt so I could lift it off of him - I wanted to feel his skin against mine. "Roses suit you…" I pulled away just long enough to remove his shirt, then dove back in, kissing the underside of his jaw, the hollow behind his earlobe… "…elegant…" His hands pulled my hips into him so our groins could grind sensually together. "…sweet and…Uhnnn…sharply defensive…" Enough of this standing around groping each other nonsense; I crouched slightly, sliding one arm behind his knees, and scooped him up. He was a little heavier than I would have guessed from his slender build, but it was no strain to take the two steps to the bed and lay him on it. "…unless you touch them just the right way." I grinned and climbed up with him.


Tomo quirked an eyebrow at my words. "'Just the right way'? You can touch me any way you want."


My heart thudded at the sensuality of his invitation. Kneeling between his thighs, I kissed the creamy pale plane of his stomach and worked at getting his breeches off of him. My nostrils flared as I caught the magnetic scent of his groin. Yummy… gotta get this clothing out of the way… I nuzzled his bulge through the fabric to get more of his pheromones in my nose and on my cheeks, and his hands came up to caress my shoulders and tangle in my hair. I unlaced the front of his breeches and slid my hands down his perfect little ass, lifting his hips, caressing the backs of his thighs and calves as I rendered him gloriously nude. O excellent…! I blessed the fact that circumcision hadn't been invented yet. Mmm, mouth watering, better than any ice cream cone or lollipop… I tossed my boxers after his clothing, and now we were both ready to do some serious playing. His seishi symbol was blazing sapphire, and I noticed that mine was too, probably had been for a while.


Tomo tugged me up to lay beside him and wrapped himself around me, kissing desperately, barely pausing to pant for breath, leaving a little trail of pre-cum on my thigh. He must have been thirsty for affection for a long time, and I was enjoying being his oasis. God he's beautiful, and he gasps my name so sexily… I was thrilled that he had decided not to be timid - timidity is amusing, but it requires concentration to deal with and I just wanted to lose myself in the feeling this time. We tussled a little, trying to get as close to each other as possible, and somehow he ended up on top, straddling my hips, hair cascading down across my chest and abs. He leaned down and ran his tongue around one of my nipples, at the same time rocking his hips so our cocks slid together. I moaned and let myself relax completely. My head tipped back and my eyes closed as I let the sensations wash over me. He lapped at my other nipple, then let his lips drift down as he followed my treasure-trail. I 'Mmm'ed in contentment. Then his kissable lips descended over my dick and I had to gasp and throw my head back.


"Yessss… ah! Tomo!" Automatically my knees bent and my things spread, giving him better access for whatever he wanted to do. I panted, squeezing my eyes shut until I got used to the more intense level of stimulation and my thoughts cleared a little. "Turn… around…" He paused, confused, and looked up at me. Without his tongue distracting me I could suddenly talk again. "Please, I want to taste you too. Turn around so I can reach." He shifted accommodatingly to a 69 position on top of me, groin over my nose and mouth. I reached up and started kneading his soft ass cheeks, then touched the tip of my tongue to his slit, tasting the drop of pre-cum. I swirled my tongue around him, hitting the sensitive spot on the underside of the shaft just below the head, and he moaned around me and leaked more pre-cum. Oh, bliss… I love giving blowjobs, the taste works on me like a drug.


I savored the tip of him a moment, then commanded my throat to relax and swallow, letting him into my throat and ending up with my nose buried in his balls. He tensed at the sensation, and I pondered whether to let him climax now or retrieve the oil so we could switch to actual fucking. Before I could make up my mind he decided for me. "Wait… Give me a minute…" he gasped, pulling away from me and turning to collapse beside me, right side up again.


I trailed a few gentle kisses down his shoulder, then leaned over the edge of the bed and grabbed my dressing gown. Tomo peeked inquisitively over my shoulder, dropping a kiss in the curve of my neck and asking, "What are you…?" I fished the bottle out of the pocket and showed it to him, smiling, then wrapped myself around him and took another deep, luscious kiss.


When I came up for air I inquired cutely, "Mmm, has it been a minute yet?"


"No," he said raggedly, "but I don't care."


I snickered. "Good. I don't care either. You're delicious…" To illustrate my comment I captured his earlobe between my lips and suckled on it.


"Ah…! Mareu!" His hand slid down my waist and over the crest of my hip, then around to tease the sensitive skin of my groin with careful nails. My gasp and cry answered his.


I unwrapped myself from around him and sat up, drawing him up with me so that we knelt facing each other. I took his face between my hands and ran a thumb over each of his high, fine cheekbones, gazing into his liquid golden eyes. "So beautiful…" I murmured.


"Iie, you are." his voice was dreamy. "How did the sunshine get in your hair like that?"


As I leaned in close I whispered, "How did the moonlight get in yours?" I breathed the last word across his lips, then he leaned into me. His kiss was long and gentle and unbearably sweet. Then, as we both caught our breath, I unfolded my legs from beneath me and lay back, leaving him kneeling between my spread thighs. Tomo suddenly realized the implications of his position and paused, non-plussed. "Y-you want me to…?"


"Yeah. Unless you don't like topping?"


"Ano…" he blushed. "Actually, I've only ever…"


"Try it, you might like it." I ran my fingertips persuasively down his chest, brushing his nipples on my way down.


"Allright." I smiled sweetly and started to hand him the bottle of oil, but his long nails caught my eye and I hesitated.


"Hn… I think I better put the oil on. I'm sure there are less pleasant places to get clawed but I can't think of any at the moment." I winked at him to take the sting from my comment, then poured oil into my palm, rubbing my hands together and coating my fingers thoroughly. It's a bit of a stretch to do this to yourself, but if you curl half-sideways it's manageable. I lubricated myself, then turned back to my partner and massaged more oil onto his shaft, savoring his moans. Finally I lay back and slid into position. "Come inside me, lover." I purred. "I want to feel you in me." His eyes widened a bit at my words, then the corner of his mouth turned up into a wicked smirk and he curved himself over me, his long hair slithering across my belly and chest, his shoulders pressing into the backs of my knees, making my hips tilt so he had the access he needed. His slick tip nudged my opening and I made myself relax as much as I could.


He pushed through the ring of muscle, and I had to grit my teeth against the burn as it tried to contract and couldn't. He had his jaw clamped too, but not for quite the same reason. "Nnnhhh…" he keened. "So tight…!" Gradually we both relaxed, and he looked to me for permission to continue.


"Keep going." I could already tell that this was going to be easier to do as a guy than it had been as a girl - the shape of the male tailbone and hips leave more room for things to stretch, I think. He slid in another inch, then another. When things got too uncomfortable I made him stop for a moment, but I was soon ready to continue, and he started inching forward again. And this time, he hit that magic button called the prostate, and my eyes popped from the sensation. "Ah…!"


He laughed, an odd whispery trill that sent a shiver up my spine. "Yeah, I like that too." He pulled out just a fraction of an inch and slid over the spot again, and I gasped, feeling my heart and breathing rate starting to speed back up to where they were supposed to be during the heat of arousal. Allright! Now we're having fun! Pain is nothing, pleasure is everything.


He made one more miniature thrust, drawing a moan from me, then he leaned forward and worked his last two inches into me until his balls rested against my skin and he was completely sheathed in me. His eyes were slitted and I could see his shoulders quivering with tension. "Yesss…" I hissed, letting him know he could move freely now. I exulted at the feeling of being filled, completed… when I dream about screwing this is the feeling I ache for, because my sleeping brain can't fake it, it has to be the real thing. And this, I thought, as he withdrew and thrust back into me, this is definitely the real thing.


We found that oldest of rhythms, ancient as the ocean waves that cradled the first sparks of life - we found that cadence and we danced to it, hearts beating, hips rocking, breath coming in pants and gasps interspersed with musical moans. Flames of pleasure kindled in my groin and licked the inside of my skin, each thrust feeding the fire until it burned white-hot. I could feel the character at the base of my throat blazing sympathetically. The tension mounted, making me arch my spine like a strung bow, the muscles of my groin winding tighter and tighter until I had to cry out and clench my hands in the mattress beneath me.


"Deeper!" I begged. "Harder, please… I need…!" Then the spring wound too tightly snapped, the flames spilled over, and I found my shuddering release, unbearable tension ebbing away with each pulse. Tomo gave a strangled cry as my body gripped him, and he thrust hard, burying himself as deeply as possible in me, finding his own climax. The sweet, warm fluid flowed soothingly into me, a match to the puddle on my stomach. The room got substantially darker as two seishi symbols winked out and Tomo collapsed onto my chest, both of us limp and breathing raggedly.


Familiar cool delicious chills raced over my skin, as if I had had a fever and it had just broken. I drew an arm loosely around Tomo and kissed the top of his head in breathless gratitude, then lay still, basking in the afterglow.


Time drifted by; pulses slowed, breaths grew slow and deep. Tomo lifted a tentative hand to touch my cheek and I nuzzled into the caress. I caught a knuckle gently between my lips, then released it and licked a fingertip. Where he got the energy to move I don't know, but Tomo slid to his knees and down my body until he could lean over my stomach and lick up my cum. He reminded me of a Siamese cat, all creamy arched back, delicate angles, and dark accents. He had tossed his hair over one shoulder and was holding it back with one hand so it didn't get in the cum, and the curve it fell in reminded me of a cat's tail. Are there Siamese cats with gold eyes, or only blue? I wondered idly. The feathery touches of his tongue tickled, so I distracted myself from them by reaching out to caress his articulated back and smooth flanks.


I never fully appreciated the human body until I learned to draw it. It takes a bit of contemplation to realize that the spinal column has the same beauty as a string of pearls, that the slope of a forearm shows the same graceful entasis as a doric column. It is not that the body mimics the beauty of these other objects, but that these works of art seem beautiful to us because they manage to isolate and amplify some small aspect of human beauty. The human form is the root and source of our perception of beauty; vases are elegant because they emulate the curve of a hip or a throat, feathers are interesting in their similarity to eyelashes. One could consider the collection of visual design work bequeathed to us by history to be one monumental tribute to the beauty of the human form. This is why I am sad for monosexual people. How poor in spirit I would be if I could not appreciate the exquisite man curled by my side, and half of my aesthetic inheritance.


"I like the taste of you." murmured Tomo, and the puff of his breath against my damp skin forced a giggle between my lips.


"I'm glad you like it. But that tickles." The wave of sleepiness had passed and I found my energy returning, so I sat up, curling myself around him and burying my nose in the back of his neck. "Mmm, I love your scent."


"It's just attar of roses."


"No, not the roses, I mean the scent of your skin. You smell very nice, very… interesting." My libido was recovering along with the rest of me, so I let a bit of a sensual purr slip into the end of my sentence, and punctuated this by nibbling at the back of his neck.


"Well in that case, 'I'm glad you like it.'" mimicked Tomo.


"Heh. Like topping?"


"Why, want me to do it again?" He tweaked my reviving erection to prove that he'd noticed it.


I chuckled. "If you want, but I'm content. You choose what we do next - I'll do anything you desire."


Tomo considered this for a moment. "Anything?"


"It must be something interesting if you have to ask. Well… not torture. I don't do that. But pretty much anything else. I'm flexible. And fairly kinky." I winked at him. "So? What is your wish, that I may command it?"


"Let me think for a moment." Tomo slid out of the bed and walked over to at table that had a pitcher of water. He wet a cloth and cleaned himself off, then rinsed the cloth and offered it to me, and I cleaned myself too, especially the oil that was starting to bother my hands.


Comfortably clean, I stretched luxuriously and reclined with my hands behind my head. "Don't think about it too hard - you can always ask me for another wish tomorrow if you want."


"Is that a promise that you will be here tomorrow?" he gestured to the bed, making it clearer exactly what he meant by 'here'. I couldn't quite read the emotion in his voice, but it seemed pretty clear he wanted me to say yes. I normally shy away from making formal promises, because I know very well that between the randomness of the universe and my own fickleness it's all too easy to break them. But nothing was likely to change too drastically between now and tomorrow, so I felt safe to give the promise I wanted to.


"Yes. Yes, I'll promise that: I will be here tomorrow if you want me here."


"Yes, I want you here, I… It feels…" right. he thought, but didn't say. Like you belong there; a perfect fit. "Yes, yes I want you right here."


Feeling really rather flattered and touched by the deep emotions he couldn't quite keep out of his voice I slid off the bed again and wrapped him in a hug from behind. "Then I'll be here. I promise." He leaned his head back onto my shoulder and brought his hands up to cover my forearms where they were locked around his shoulders, not quite returning the hug, but… accepting it. He was probably afraid to reveal more of his weaknesses than he already had. But he relaxed back into my chest and I knew I'd succeeded in comforting him.


"So…" I inquired after a long, comfortable silence, "What's your idea? I'm writhing in curiosity here." I wiggled against his backside in demonstration, surprising a chuckle out of him.


"Well, I thought of one thing… but it will require preparation, so it will have to wait for another evening. In the meantime, however…" he turned around in my embrace and trailed his hands over my shoulders and biceps, then down the ticklish sides of my belly, sending a shiver through me.


"Yesss?" I purred, starting to nibble on the hollow of his jaw.


"I like topping… but I'm not sure whether I like it better. Why don't you give me something to compare to?"


Eyes half-lidded and smoky with passion, I gave him a languid smile. "Whatever your heart desires." I laced my fingers through his and took a step backwards, drawing him back to the bed with me.


Tomo paused slightly at that word 'heart' popping up again. Then he smiled impishly and slipped around me, vaulting delicately onto the bed so that he landed gracefully on his knees. Then, still holding my gaze, he put his palms down onto the mattress and slid them forward, arching his back and making that beautiful pert bottom eminently available… My breath caught in my chest, my dick went extremely hard, and I murmured, "Oh I'm going to like this." Catching my words his eyes slitted with pleasure and his smile turned soft and sweet. Resting his cheek on one forearm he let the tension out of his muscles and just waited serenely for me. And who was I to keep this winsome fallen angel waiting?


I knelt behind him and stroked his milk-white flanks, then poured the honey-colored oil into the palm of my hand, to warm it before I began massaging it in. I knew how to do this, in theory anyway… I took my time, thoroughly coating his rosebud before I nudged it open and slipped in a finger, then another, stretching gently, painting his insides with the oil. I withdrew my hand to get more of the oil on my fingertips, then repeated the process. This time I succeeded in finding his prostate, making him groan and arch back into my hand. I worked in the third finger, then had to temporarily abandon him again so I could oil myself.


He whimpered, pleading to be filled, and I obliged, rising on my knees and pressing myself into him, while he eagerly leaned back onto me. I sucked in a ragged breath at the sensation. "Oh my god… like molten velvet…" I murmured wonderingly.


"Hnnn, more, now…!" he keened breathlessly. Drowning in a rapture beyond thought, I obeyed. My dry left hand gripped his hip to steady us, and my slick right hand slipped around to fondle him. "Ah-h!" He writhed wantonly, and I had to withdraw and thrust, pull back and drive in again, some primordial part of my brain knowing how my hips ought to move to make this different anatomy do its duty. Another instinct guided me to curve myself forward over his back and bite lightly at the back of his neck. Tomo let out something between a whimper and a scream and pressed himself back into my mouth, and somewhere I found the presence of mind to think, Aha, found a hot spot…


I nibbled and sucked there, temporarily forgetting I was trying not to bruise his delicate skin. My hand slid tightly over his shaft in synchrony with the pistoning of my hips, and I knew it wouldn't be long when he started begging and panting my name. My mouth was busy so I just moaned and growled into his neck and thrust harder in answer to his pleas. I closed my eyes, but it seemed like I could still see the sapphire glow of the seishi symbols. The two auras were merging to surround us into a single cocoon of blue fire, and I was catching fire with them. Then Tomo did scream, shuddering and tightening impossibly around me as he shot streams of cum through my hand. All the sensations together were deliciously too much; two more thrusts trying to bury myself as deeply in him as possible and I went over the edge too.


Bonelessly we collapsed in position, panting like we had run a marathon. Immediately I lifted myself up a little so I wasn't crushing Tomo's ribcage. He twisted a little beneath me and I got the idea, rolling us on our sides and gathering him in a hug against my chest. Then I permitted myself to fully relax and catch my breath. This time I was going to sleep. Who cared if I had oil and cum and sweat on me? I was perfectly content right where I was.


"Mmmh Mareu…" Tomo murmured lightly, wanting nothing but to say my name.


"Tomo…" I sighed back into his hair. "Sorry 'bout your neck."


"Nani?" he inquired sleepily.


"'S going to be a bruise 'cause I kissed too hard. I was being careful, but someone distracted me."


"Daijabou, my shirt will cover it." An unmistakable smile crept into his voice. "That was worth it."


I chuckled softly and hugged him a little tighter. "Very definitely worth it…" I murmured, starting to drift off.


There was a long, cozy pause. Then, when I was almost asleep, I heard the quietest whisper, "You're mine." He probably thought I was asleep. It was okay with me; I would be his. For a while anyway. A few weeks, a few months… however long my affection lasted this time.


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