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Aya lay on his side in the bed, his back to Yohji. He was biting his lip, one arm holding his knee tucked to his chest as he tried to control the little pants and moans that wanted to make their way past his lips. Yohji knew that later on he’d be feeling smug about finally having Aya naked and in his bed, but right now he was focused on the hot clench of flesh around his fingers and how the nape of Aya’s neck tasted like sweat and lust. Aya threw his head back onto Yohji’s shoulder, rocking his hips helplessly into the too-much, not-enough stimulation of the other man’s fingers, moaning, and the sheer reality of it all was all Yohji could focus on. Slowly, he slid his mouth up Aya’s neck, tonguing the slender gold bar still dangling from the redhead’s ear, and murmured, “Are you ready?” Aya squirmed, trying to manoeuvre himself into a position where he could take Yohji’s long, slender fingers deeper into him, hands clutching at the arm around his waist that held him still. He barely registered Yohji’s words, and moaned unintelligibly. “Maybe you didn’t hear me.” Yohji pressed a close-mouthed kiss into the small hollow between Aya’s jaw and ear. His fingers kept up a steady rhythm within the other man, carefully avoiding anything more than a teasing amount of stimulation. “Are you ready, Aya? Do you want me to take you? Do you want my cock inside you?” “Yes!” Aya gasped. “Fuck’s sake, yes!” He felt Yohji grin against his skin, and then the arm around his waist slid up to turn his head so Yohji could kiss him, tongue slipping into his mouth even as his cock slid into Aya’s body in one long, smooth thrust. Yohji kept up a tauntingly slow pace with both kissing and fucking, slipping in and out of Aya in an unhurried grind that tormented them both. Aya tore his mouth away from Yohji’s, staring desperately back over his shoulder into lust-darkened green eyes. “Yohji, harder, please,” he begged incoherently, almost on the edge of sobbing. Yohji growled, almost, the broken plea snapping the last tenuous restraint he had on his control. Grabbing Aya’s hips, he slammed into the other man, wringing a startled cry from the redhead. Yohji thrust again, hard, into the tight channel surrounding him, and again, and again and again and again until Aya was screaming and he was biting down on the closest bit of flesh to hand, moaning Aya’s name into his skin— Really, for such a damned long chase, it was over far too quickly. They lay there for a long moment, not moving, simply trying to get their breath back and figure out which way was up. Then Aya moved, Yohji’s cock sliding out of him as he rolled over, violet eyes unnervingly intense when they were only inches away from Yohji’s face. “Next time we do this,” Aya said firmly, “you are not to call me Aya.” Yohji blinked stupidly. “Uh . . . why?” “Because it felt like you were calling out my sister’s name.” Yohji just lay there, still blinking, and waited for his fuddled brain to sort that one out. And when it did. . . . “Oh, god, EW!”

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