Mr 6:35 part 47
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krystalkatzficzAiba woke to the feeling of being touched all over by guesting hands that…Almost reverently caressed him. Like this he could feel how nervous his lover still was about touching him but also how much more confident he had become. He stayed as still as he possible pretending to still be asleep as he waited to see how far he would go. His face was pressed into his pillow hiding him smile as just the very tips of Sakurai’s fingers caressed him and, although he wouldn’t change his lover for the world, he wondered just a little what it would have been like to be with the younger Sakurai…Before the scars. Sakurai never talked about himself back then but Aiba was prepared to bet everything he owned and ever would own that his lover had been a confident person. He was attractive, even now with the scars and the side of his face that wasn’t scared was breath stealing. His eye was the same kind of brown as perfect chocolate and his lips were pouty. He would have been the type of guy that knew he was attractive but didn’t care. He would have strolled into the room and commended everyone’s attention but he would have shunned it.
Aiba had known a lot about those kinds of people. When he had been at school those were the kinds of people that would sit in the back of class never participating in the bullying that he had endured but never doing anything to stop it even though they would have been able to stop it with only a gesture. He couldn’t believe that he was in bed with somebody like that but…Even without the scars it would never have been Sakurai’s fault so he wouldn’t have blamed him for it. He loved his lover no matter what he may or may not have been like in his past but he couldn’t help but wonder if he would have stood a chance if Sakurai wasn’t scarred and if he had he wondered what sex would have been like with that Sakurai.
His lover now was a timid and hesitant as a virgin, touching him like he had never been with anyone else before and once again he was prepared to bet anything that a younger Sakurai had been more confident in the bedroom. He would have thrown him onto the bed and made love to him in the same way that he had once seen Ohno do to Nino. Nino was a complete brat that appeared to have his lover wrapped around his little finger but when he had seen them fucking that one time it had been Ohno that was completely in control and making Nino whimper like a kitten. He wasn’t sure that he wanted exactly that kind of relationship, even if the memory was giving him a warm feeling inside, but he hoped that one day Sakurai would be able to touch him confidently and they would be equal in the bedroom.
Sakurai’s hand was now moving up and down his side in a slow and steady movement that caused ticklish sensations to spread out over him. Goose pimples formed on his skin and although he was trying desperately to keep up his pretence of being asleep he couldn’t stop the giggle from bubbling out of his throat and crashing around the room. His whole body shook with the laughter and it only got worse when he started to wiggle around the bed when Sakurai didn’t stop tickling him.
“Sh-o-ch-an…St-op…It!” He cried out during the tickling positive that he was about to wet himself if his lover didn’t stop. Managing to get a little ground on the bed he shimmied away stopping only when his foot was caught and he was dragged backwards and tickled behind his knee and on his captured foot. He looked at his lover his heart jumping when he saw the smile that was there on his face. It was beautiful to him and he immediately felt guilty for his earlier thoughts, he didn’t care if Sakurai was never the confident lover as long as he was in love with him it didn’t matter “Sho-chan!” He growled pulling out of the tickling groping hands and throwing himself at him his own hands tickling over the parts of his body that he knew that his love still had. It wasn’t long until the older man was howling and wriggling with as much laughter as he had been and proud of himself Aiba sat on his stomach his hands resting on both of his shoulders as he announced loudly “I love you, Sho-chan!”
“…And I love you, Masaki…But…Why were you pretending to be asleep?”
“Eh? You noticed that!?” Aiba flushed brightly sucking on his bottom lip before he gave a shrug and decided that, as always, honestly was the best policy “I like waking up to Sho-chan touching me, but I also like it when you think I don’t know you’re touching me because you’re always bolder with your actions!”
“…You want me to be bolder?” Sakurai asked his face quickly losing the smile and without missing a beat Aiba swooped down and kissed his lips before giving his answer;
“I want you to feel comfortable, Sho-chan…I am all yours…” He breathed against his lips his voice as serious and honest as he could make it “You can do whatever you want with me…Because I know that will never do anything that I don’t like…”
“I…I don’t think you should give me that kind of power Masaki…I often dream about waking you up with my mouth…” His lover told him nervously both of his eyes darting frantically around in their sockets as he tried desperately not to look at him as his face started burning a deep red. It took Aiba longer than he would have liked to catch on to what his lover meant by that but when he did understand he let out a gasp and rolled away from him. He settled back down into his position on the bed and closed his eyes with a cheeky smile on his face. “…Masaki…What are you…Doing?”
“Going back to sleep so Sho-chan can give me a very happy and wonderful start to my day…” He answered, only opening one of his eyes so he could look into his lover’s face. Sakurai’s cheeks were still the colour of the setting sun but he did move so he was in between his legs his hands gripping at the boxer shorts Aiba had worn to bed. A strange…Swooping sensation happened in his stomach as he closed as eyes again and relaxed his body allowing Sakurai to have any and all control over him. He had never in his life given up all control before but as he felt his underpants slip down his legs he could tell from the nervous fluttering inside his stomach that he was very much enjoying it. He was about to lift his hips but Sakurai did that for him slipping one hand under his back and lifting him up while he slipped the boxers completely down over his legs.
His hands slowly moved up and down his legs in slow and steady circles, seeming to take sickening delight in torturing him, before they eventually came to hover over his penis toying with both the shaft and the balls before his tongue came down and circled the head in slow and steady stripes that made him grunt in pleasure before stopping again his buttocks clenching as he tried to stop himself from shouting out. When he was swallowed down to the root his whole cock taken into the hot mouth. His fingers clenched tightly at the bedsheet as Sakurai’s head began to bob back and forth his cheeks hallowing out as his tongue rippled against him. His hand on his balls continued to fondle and caress him until he came with a shout his whole body shuddering as he poured his seed into his mouth.
“Best…Un…Best…Wake…Up…Ever…”
TBC
A/N: I hope that this is okay ^_^
Aiba had known a lot about those kinds of people. When he had been at school those were the kinds of people that would sit in the back of class never participating in the bullying that he had endured but never doing anything to stop it even though they would have been able to stop it with only a gesture. He couldn’t believe that he was in bed with somebody like that but…Even without the scars it would never have been Sakurai’s fault so he wouldn’t have blamed him for it. He loved his lover no matter what he may or may not have been like in his past but he couldn’t help but wonder if he would have stood a chance if Sakurai wasn’t scarred and if he had he wondered what sex would have been like with that Sakurai.
His lover now was a timid and hesitant as a virgin, touching him like he had never been with anyone else before and once again he was prepared to bet anything that a younger Sakurai had been more confident in the bedroom. He would have thrown him onto the bed and made love to him in the same way that he had once seen Ohno do to Nino. Nino was a complete brat that appeared to have his lover wrapped around his little finger but when he had seen them fucking that one time it had been Ohno that was completely in control and making Nino whimper like a kitten. He wasn’t sure that he wanted exactly that kind of relationship, even if the memory was giving him a warm feeling inside, but he hoped that one day Sakurai would be able to touch him confidently and they would be equal in the bedroom.
Sakurai’s hand was now moving up and down his side in a slow and steady movement that caused ticklish sensations to spread out over him. Goose pimples formed on his skin and although he was trying desperately to keep up his pretence of being asleep he couldn’t stop the giggle from bubbling out of his throat and crashing around the room. His whole body shook with the laughter and it only got worse when he started to wiggle around the bed when Sakurai didn’t stop tickling him.
“Sh-o-ch-an…St-op…It!” He cried out during the tickling positive that he was about to wet himself if his lover didn’t stop. Managing to get a little ground on the bed he shimmied away stopping only when his foot was caught and he was dragged backwards and tickled behind his knee and on his captured foot. He looked at his lover his heart jumping when he saw the smile that was there on his face. It was beautiful to him and he immediately felt guilty for his earlier thoughts, he didn’t care if Sakurai was never the confident lover as long as he was in love with him it didn’t matter “Sho-chan!” He growled pulling out of the tickling groping hands and throwing himself at him his own hands tickling over the parts of his body that he knew that his love still had. It wasn’t long until the older man was howling and wriggling with as much laughter as he had been and proud of himself Aiba sat on his stomach his hands resting on both of his shoulders as he announced loudly “I love you, Sho-chan!”
“…And I love you, Masaki…But…Why were you pretending to be asleep?”
“Eh? You noticed that!?” Aiba flushed brightly sucking on his bottom lip before he gave a shrug and decided that, as always, honestly was the best policy “I like waking up to Sho-chan touching me, but I also like it when you think I don’t know you’re touching me because you’re always bolder with your actions!”
“…You want me to be bolder?” Sakurai asked his face quickly losing the smile and without missing a beat Aiba swooped down and kissed his lips before giving his answer;
“I want you to feel comfortable, Sho-chan…I am all yours…” He breathed against his lips his voice as serious and honest as he could make it “You can do whatever you want with me…Because I know that will never do anything that I don’t like…”
“I…I don’t think you should give me that kind of power Masaki…I often dream about waking you up with my mouth…” His lover told him nervously both of his eyes darting frantically around in their sockets as he tried desperately not to look at him as his face started burning a deep red. It took Aiba longer than he would have liked to catch on to what his lover meant by that but when he did understand he let out a gasp and rolled away from him. He settled back down into his position on the bed and closed his eyes with a cheeky smile on his face. “…Masaki…What are you…Doing?”
“Going back to sleep so Sho-chan can give me a very happy and wonderful start to my day…” He answered, only opening one of his eyes so he could look into his lover’s face. Sakurai’s cheeks were still the colour of the setting sun but he did move so he was in between his legs his hands gripping at the boxer shorts Aiba had worn to bed. A strange…Swooping sensation happened in his stomach as he closed as eyes again and relaxed his body allowing Sakurai to have any and all control over him. He had never in his life given up all control before but as he felt his underpants slip down his legs he could tell from the nervous fluttering inside his stomach that he was very much enjoying it. He was about to lift his hips but Sakurai did that for him slipping one hand under his back and lifting him up while he slipped the boxers completely down over his legs.
His hands slowly moved up and down his legs in slow and steady circles, seeming to take sickening delight in torturing him, before they eventually came to hover over his penis toying with both the shaft and the balls before his tongue came down and circled the head in slow and steady stripes that made him grunt in pleasure before stopping again his buttocks clenching as he tried to stop himself from shouting out. When he was swallowed down to the root his whole cock taken into the hot mouth. His fingers clenched tightly at the bedsheet as Sakurai’s head began to bob back and forth his cheeks hallowing out as his tongue rippled against him. His hand on his balls continued to fondle and caress him until he came with a shout his whole body shuddering as he poured his seed into his mouth.
“Best…Un…Best…Wake…Up…Ever…”
TBC
A/N: I hope that this is okay ^_^
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Date: 2015-03-27 11:48 am (UTC)And pretty easily, considering the loving and sweet boyfriend he has beside him.
That's all he need to overcome his trauma.
Maybe, one day, he'll be able to try and get slightly better? I'm pretty sure today's technology can make wonders!
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Date: 2015-03-27 04:54 pm (UTC)Whether Sho gets his scars healed (surgery) or not, at least he should know that Aiba will love him no matter what....
And hehe- that is a great way of waking up~