That Kind of Fun
Chapter 5: Kitty in my Bath
Reaching his hand from under Aya's thigh, he twisted the doorknob and sidled
into the large bathroom. Pushing the door closed with his foot, he deposited
Aya onto the counter between the two sinks. Briefly, he touched his lips to
the other man's before turning to run warm water into the wide garden tub.
Yohji was testing the temperature when he got the distinct feeling of being
stared at. Of corse, he was also aware that he was hunched over the tub's edge,
completely naked, giving Aya a wonderful view of one of the better parts of
his anatomy. He shook it, just for effect.
Aya blushed and turned his head. Yohji smiled at the modesty, it was an interesting
change from the Aya who had just stained his t-shirt. Said t-shirt was still
clinging to that thin frame and Yohji decided something had to be done about
that little overlooked detail.
Returning to the sinks, he spread Aya's legs and pressed himself between them.
Starring into violet eyes, he planted his hands on Aya's knees, pausing for
a moment before letting them ascend. The pale skin was silken beneath his hands
as he ran gentle circles on Aya's thighs. The redhead offered him a curious
look, for slowness was not a patented Kudo style. One should never underestimate
Yohji in anything that involved sex.
Letting the worn shirt fall over his wrists, he caressed Aya's sides, feeling
the light ridges of his ribs. Impatient legs wrapped around his waist, and he
could feel Aya's already semi-erect hardness against his own.
"Recover fast, don't you?" He laughed, before ripping off the shirt in one practiced
motion. Their lips locked together in a fight of tongues and hidden agenda,
the latter being the slow progression of Yohji's hand to his stomach. It paused
for a moment and...
Tickled him.
Aya broke into an unexpected burst of laughter. Pitching forward, he fell off
the sink and into Yohji's arms. Quickly he recovered to offer a glare.
"Now now Aya, the water will get cold if we play too long." Releasing the shorter
man, Yohji stepped into the water. Taking a seat, he scooted back to lean against
the edge. Looking up he was greeted by an interesting sight.
Aya was once again slipping into frisky kitty mode. His tongue flicked out to
wet his lips and he just stood there looking hot with his half-hard erection
and piercing eyes. Aya did not like to be denied, or even postponed as it were.
"Aya, get in the tub." Yohji's arms felt empty without his redhead in them.
Damnit, he was supposed to be the tease!
"Maybe I like being...dirty." Bringing up his hand he paused for barely a second
before slipping the tip of the pointer finger into his mouth. His tongue came
out again, swirling around the digit before his lips closed over it.
In and out. In and out. Yohji watched with strange fascination, mind wandering
to much more than fingers. Suddenly Aya stopped, gifting Yohji with a tiny smile
from around his finger. Oh, Yohji could think of several other things that could
go into that warm mouth, himself being the foremost of these.
"Aya...come on, get in."
The only answer he got was silence. The finger withdrew, so slowly, leaving
a wet strand to reflect in the light for a second before it disappeared. Taking
a step to the left, Aya propped one foot up onto the covered lid of the toilet,
letting the hand slip behind his back and out of Yohji's sight. The blond had
a brief moment of confusion that quickly gave way to anticipation as realization
dawned. Aya's gasped softly and his eyes closed in pleasure. With a slight adjustment
of his hips he impaled himself further and moaned at the feeling.
Yohji almost fell as he leapt from the tub in what was surely an ungraceful
fashion. Anyone would say that Yohji's self control was almost nonexistent under
normal circumstances, but this was too much. Careless of the water that dripped
to soak the floor, he drew Aya into his arms, forcing the finger to withdraw
and pressing their bodies together.
He bit Aya's ear before he whispered to him, still rocking his hips against
the other man's.
"Don't you like baths Aya?"
"I like you." Seemingly to prove the point, a hand closed tightly over Yohji's
wet bottom as their lips met in a passionate kiss.
Barely seconds later found them both piled together on the cool white tile.
Their bath was lost from Yohji's mind as a writhing Aya clutched at him. A touch
on his nipple, a bite on his shoulder, it didn't take much. Guiding the younger
man to his knees, Yohji indicated what he wanted.
Kneeling, Aya pressed his stomach against the edge of the tub, causing his erection
to hit the coldness. He shivered, attempting to draw back only to feel Yohji's
insistent desire tight against him as the blond straddled his legs with his
own. More kisses distracted him, not to mention the warm hands that found his
nipples once again. Yohji ground against him impatiently, Aya had a way of pushing
him to the breaking point and now there was no turning back.
The redhead hissed through clenched teeth as Yohji entered him suddenly, the
fullness taking him by surprise and the pain more vivid than the pleasure.
"You shouldn't have tempted me Aya. I /was/ going to be good, maybe wash your
hair..."
Aya snorted. "Move it Yohji."
"My my, maybe I don't want to." The reference was not lost on the redhead.,
even with a wet Yohji pressed against his back.
"Move damn it!" It was killing him, he needed...he wanted...he couldn't think.
Yohji chuckled, two could play at this game and the blond was a master at it.
Touch. Tease. Play. Good Aya.
Red hair tickled him as Aya's head fell back onto his shoulder. Yohji had won.
It was his game. Gripping Aya's thin hips tightly, he withdrew only to plunge
back it hard enough to make the other grunt as he hit the tub. Again and again
he speared Aya on his rock hard length, hearing the other man yell his name.
It was pure primal sex.
The fury ended as Yohji came with a yell he was sure even the neighbors heard...the
neighbors three doors down. Aya followed right on cue, feeling Yohji's warm
seed fill him and spilling his own down the side of the tub to form a small
puddle on the tile. The blond collapsed over his back, planting a tiny kiss
on his temple. Aya leaned heavily under their combined weight, supporting himself
on the tub's edge and looking at their reflection in the soapy water.
Reaching over, Yohji ran a hand through water, making a sound of disapproval.
"Its cold," he stated rather blandly, pulling out of Aya to sit on the floor.
"Maybe we should try a shower?"
~tbc?~
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