Title: Simple Pleasures
Author: Phaedra (formerly Nya)
Email: pkabyssinian@yahoo.com
Disclaimer: I don't own the boys. However, I do own
an over-active imagination that is bent on putting
said boys into smut. Is that so wrong?
Authors Note: this is a humble offering in honor of
the Merry Month of Masterbation. That and to annoy
Maia that I haven't worked on the fic. with Schu.
Sorry. All comments are loved and cherished.
~*~
Yohji gave a long, languid stretch allowing his tall
frame to take up as much space as possible. One leg
reached out and his toes brushed against the leg of
the man sitting in the chair across from him. Almost
twenty minutes ago Yohji gave up the pretension that
he was paying attention to anything other than his
occupied companion. Another bone popping stretch
allowed him to work his wayward toes up Aya's calf,
almost as if by accident.
Violet eyes tore their attention away from the
historical novel that Aya was reading to gaze with
steady attention at Yohji. With a sheepish grin the
taller man stood up and walked over to Aya and kneeled
next to the over-stuffed chair Aya was sitting in.
"Ne, Aya, aren't you bored yet? I bet I could think
of something more enjoyable to do," Yohji said and his
voice came out in a rough rasp. He knew quite well
what his voice could do to Aya and often used it to
his advantage. The purple gaze gained a faint hint of
humor.
"I am well occupied as it is, why don't you do
something with yourself?" Aya asked while suppressing
the smirk that was trying to break through.
"Aya, what I want to do requires two parties and you
know it," Yohji chastened. It was a lovely day in the
middle of May and Yohji was feeling. excitable.
"I'm betting what you have in mind is just as easily
accomplished with one person if he happens to be
inventive. I hear you have a very good imagination,
Yohji," Aya told him in a toneless drawl. Yohji gave
a low growl before leaning in and giving Aya a light
bite on his shoulder.
"The whole point of being with you was that I
wouldn't have to that anymore," Yohji harumphed with a
smile.
"Then shouldn't you be satisfied until tonight?" Aya
asked with a gentle smile. He had the look that Yohji
knew very few people ever got to see, one that
generally meant that the younger man would acquiesce
to Yohji's demands.
"Mmmm, with you around its hard to be satisfied with
just a little bit. I always want more," Yohji
admitted while leaning his head against the shoulder
he's recently bitten. It was rare that they were this
affectionate, neither of them truly had the
personality for it but they both enjoyed indulging in
it occasionally.
"Well, I'm busy. Get back in your own chair," Aya
admonished before softly thwacking Yohji with the
spine of his book. A gleam of his eyes and a quickly
hidden smile were all Yohji got to glimpse before the
book was ensconced in front of Aya's face again. A
wicked though ran through Yohji's head and he stood up
and went back to the chair that he had recently
vacated.
With quick, efficient movements Yohji disrobed and
sat back down. The smooth fabric was cool against his
bare skin and he hunched into the seat allowing his
body to relax. Aya still hadn't noticed that anything
was amiss, which is what Yohji had hoped for. His
dexterous hands ghosted over his skin as he became
comfortable in the chair. His inner eye was filled
with visions of Aya in various states of undress, and
his own hands were mentally replaced by Aya's. In
reality his jade gaze was fixed on Aya reading,
oblivious to the show Yohji was putting on.
Soon the soft caresses weren't enough for the blond
and he began sliding his hands over his hips,
occasionally drifting upwards to tweak one of his
sensitive nipples. For now he was carefully avoiding
the area that most wanted his attention, the area that
was already twitching and lengthening from the gentle
stimulation he was providing. One hand was sweetly
torturing a nipple while the other one was making soft
brushes against his engorged length and thighs; all of
this was causing his breathing to change. Aya had
noticed but was ignoring whatever was going on until
Yohji moaned his name.
The bright crimson head shot upwards and his eyes
locked onto the show Yohji was presenting. The
blond's green eyes were half shut yet still pinned on
Aya; they held the slow darkness that only happened
when Yohji was aroused. The hand that was toying with
his nipple drifted downward until it was cupping his
balls and Yohji groaned again. Finally he allowed his
other hand to encircle his rigid shaft.
"Oh, Aya, I love how you touch me," Yohji whispered,
leaving no doubt in the other man's mind as to what
Yohji was pleasuring himself to. Aya's breath began
to pant at the same pace as Yohji as his book dropped,
forgotten, to the floor.
With an unbearable slowness Yohji began to slide his
hand up and down his cock. His other hand continued
to gently massage his balls and the base of his
throbbing erection, all the while his eyes bored into
Aya's. His breathing was erratic now and the images
in his head were replaced with ones of Aya stooping
down and enclosing his hardness in the heat of Aya's
mouth. Using the pre-cum that was already leaking
from his cock he swirled the wetness around pretending
that it was from Aya sucking on him.
"Take all of me in your mouth," Yohji murmured to his
vision of Aya and to compensate his other hand slipped
around his shaft and both hands pumped in time while
in his fantasy Aya engulfed his cock. Yohji's hips
began to buck upwards and he switched back to a single
hand, allowing the other to roam over his super-heated
skin, to kneed into sensitive areas, while he
continued to play with only the swollen head of his
erection.
Yohji gave a tiny smile when he noticed that his
display was affecting Aya and the other man had slid
his pants off and his shirt was unbuttoned. It seemed
Aya was going to join in on his little game. Yohji
hissed his breath out when he was Aya begin to touch
himself in a mirror image of what Yohji was doing.
"Are you thinking of me?" Yohji demanded through his
panting. Aya nodded an affirmative before his long
hand began teasing his already hard cock. Yohji had
to look away for a moment, knowing that Aya had gotten
that excited just from watching him was almost too
much.
Aya alternately massaged the base of his cock and
used quick jerking motions on the head. Yohji
squeezed along his length while pumping his hand
vigorously up and down its length. His hips began
twitching in time to the rhythm his has setting and he
vaguely noticed that Aya had changed his pace to match
Yohji's.
"Are you close, are you ready?" Yohji growled as his
hips thrust his erection into his hand.
"As ready as you are," Aya responded, sounding
breathless through his panting. Both of his hands
were on his cock and he seemed enraptured by what
Yohji was doing to himself. With a low keen Aya
spasmed into his orgasm. His eyes slipped closed as
his body rode through the overwhelming pleasure, soon
enough his body slumped in total relaxation against
his chair. His violet eyes opened a fraction of an
inch to stare at Yohji again.
"Can you see me?" Yohji asked, as soon as he heard
Aya's grunt of assent the blond lost it, and he slid
into the abyss. His whole body was wracked with
shudders as his climax tore through him. As it
subsided his arms twitched slightly and he wondered
distractedly how they would get the stains out of the
apolstery.
After a few moments Yohji caught his breath and
tossed a sly glance at Aya. The red head was still in
the after glow of his orgasm and was propped
bonelessly in his chair.
"I thought you weren't going to join me. something
about being engrossed by a book? I though you were
all about control, Aya," Yohji teased. Aya swiveled
his head to look at him with steady concentration.
"If you only knew what you looked like over there.
couldn't help myself." Aya trailed off, shaking his
head. He could still see Yohji naked and golden in
his minds eye, pleasuring himself. Who knew it would
be so erotic?
"Heh, I guess what they say it true," Yohji
commented.
"And what would that be?"
"The simple pleasures really are the best."
Yohji only laughed as Aya half-heartedly threw his
book at him.
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