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Jun. 17th, 2013 08:41 pmhyperactivemasochistHe isn't quite sure when this started. When the urges began to bloom from the depths of his dreams and his heart. For Shuichi, who tends to speak openly, keeping secrets was difficult, but somehow, he managed it.
He's gotten home early, and Yuki isn't home. He heads to the bedroom and starts to strip, feeling his clothing scratch at him as if it couldn't get off sooner. It's a quick enough process, and his hands shake slightly as he fumbles around in the dresser until he finds what he needs. Wants. His hand closes around the wrap of leather, and he heads to the bed, bringing out a box of tissues and a bottle of lube afterward.
Although he's tired, his mind is all worked up. Tension flows in his body as those unspoken desires flood his mind. While he's not getting tired of being fucked into the mattress, his mind desires a small change of pace.
Or rather, a big one. One that he's not certain he wants to try and breach.
"Ngh..."
It isn't hard for his hand to bring him to full hardness, and he wraps the cock ring around the base of his dick, using the cords to tie it firmly into place with practiced movements. It won't be coming loose.
And he won't be 'coming' anytime soon. He's gotten better, a little. The ring has helped him to some extent, though he hasn't mentioned bringing it into play with Yuki. He already can't keep from cumming with his hair-trigger nerves - what would he think of him for having to use a damn ring like this?
And without it, the "ability" to keep cumming, over and over and over again, stays strong.
He closes his eyes and firmly strokes himself, one hand reaching up to roughly pinch a nipple. It feels like he can't get hard without pain these days, even a small amount. Perhaps Yuki has spoiled him?
Before long, the heaviness of his breaths and the wet sound of his hand stroking his dick echo against the walls. He doesn't know when Yuki will be back, so he tries his damnedest to keep quiet. Since it's just him, and not Yuki himself touching him, it's easier, for now.
He's gotten home early, and Yuki isn't home. He heads to the bedroom and starts to strip, feeling his clothing scratch at him as if it couldn't get off sooner. It's a quick enough process, and his hands shake slightly as he fumbles around in the dresser until he finds what he needs. Wants. His hand closes around the wrap of leather, and he heads to the bed, bringing out a box of tissues and a bottle of lube afterward.
Although he's tired, his mind is all worked up. Tension flows in his body as those unspoken desires flood his mind. While he's not getting tired of being fucked into the mattress, his mind desires a small change of pace.
Or rather, a big one. One that he's not certain he wants to try and breach.
"Ngh..."
It isn't hard for his hand to bring him to full hardness, and he wraps the cock ring around the base of his dick, using the cords to tie it firmly into place with practiced movements. It won't be coming loose.
And he won't be 'coming' anytime soon. He's gotten better, a little. The ring has helped him to some extent, though he hasn't mentioned bringing it into play with Yuki. He already can't keep from cumming with his hair-trigger nerves - what would he think of him for having to use a damn ring like this?
And without it, the "ability" to keep cumming, over and over and over again, stays strong.
He closes his eyes and firmly strokes himself, one hand reaching up to roughly pinch a nipple. It feels like he can't get hard without pain these days, even a small amount. Perhaps Yuki has spoiled him?
Before long, the heaviness of his breaths and the wet sound of his hand stroking his dick echo against the walls. He doesn't know when Yuki will be back, so he tries his damnedest to keep quiet. Since it's just him, and not Yuki himself touching him, it's easier, for now.
