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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.
how about I'm slow, then? you can't deny that
Date: 2013-06-28 04:44 am (UTC)Eiri waits for the inevitable glomp attack, indeed hearing the running water, the running around in general... What's the brat doing? He wonders, inching closer to Piss-Poor Mood with every tick of the minute hand.
He bites back a sarcastic reply, taking the embrace like a man. And he can feel his body relaxing against Shuichi's almost instantly. That is, until he feels something hard pressing into him. (Flaw in the plan, Shuichi. Flaw in the plan.)
"Happy to see me, huh?" He asks, smirking.
But slowness on its own isn't bad. <3
Date: 2013-06-28 05:26 am (UTC)"Hold on. I need my fill of Yukiiii," he chirped, clinging to him like an octopus on crack. He feels good, his nose filling with the man's scent and the smoke of his cigarettes. Even if he wasn't horny, he'd feel good for this.
"You don't mind, right? You look like you're in a good mood!"