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Mojo PinAya was asleep, he lay against his black cotton coverlet and dark grey sheets like a beacon, his hair was sprawled against the cotton and in the moonlight his skin shone like it had been polished. He was utterly naked and the way he lay, his coverlet bunched against his back, meant that he was entirely on display, like a marble statue lain against dark velvet to bring out the sheen of the stone. He didn’t wake up when Crawford turned the key and opened the door. Crawford just looked at him and then shrugged off his jacket, draping it over the chair. Despite that they could afford much better Aya liked this one room apartment and Crawford never really could deny him anything he wanted when he put his mind to it. He liked the idea that Aya felt safe enough to sleep when he heard Crawford, anyone else and he would have been awake and armed, you could take the boy from the assassination but you couldn’t take the assassin from the boy. Crawford poured himself a cup of the coffee that Aya had left on for him, and thumbed the remote filling the tiny apartment with music. Although he was sure that he had left Beethoven in the machine it was a man’s voice that spiralled up to fill the room, it was also much quieter than he had left it. He knew Aya wouldn’t wake, if he hadn’t already a marching band could pass him and he wouldn’t care, because he trusted Crawford to save him. Aya had changed the cd, which was strange because Aya didn’t listen to music. He didn’t know the music or the cd, but it wrapped him as the man sang so softly and sweetly, he finished his cup and sat beside Aya on the bed, running the tip of his nail along the curve of his hip. The image of Aya on display and the soft male vocals had given him an idea. Aya shrugged in his sleep and rolled unto his back, away from the tickling as the man sang soft words behind them. In turning Aya’s face was turned away and his legs slightly spread baring his cock and balls to Crawford’s playful mood. Using the tip of his smallest finger he began to part the dark red coarse curls. In his sleep Aya frowned and shuffled slightly. ill feel your hair, black ribbons of coal “ man behind him sang as Crawford made quick work of his clothes- his linen shirt, silk trousers and the clinging boxer briefs Aya liked him to wear, until he was as naked as his sleeping lover. In his sleep Aya was frowning and licking his lips. Kneeling on the thick rug that was beside their bed Crawford leant over Aya’s crotch and began to scent him like an animal. He smelt of musk and Pears soap, a strange mixture of orange and sandalwood that left his skin kitten soft. He had obviously showered before going to bed. He ran his cheek the length of his breastbone drinking in his scent of fresh sweat and orange, then licked his lips planning what he was going to do and whether or not to wake him up. He grabbed the remote and placed the song on repeat- it wouldn’t do for the next track to be some god awful piece of speed metal and to totally ruin the mood. blind and tortured, the white horses flow On the table beside the bed was a tube of aloe that Aya used on his elbows and heels. It was exactly what Crawford wanted. He unscrewed the top and set it on the bed beside his arm then began to lay sugary- light kisses against Aya’s mouth, butterfly kisses. He did it lightly enough that Aya simply licked and bit at his lips in his sleep. Taking deep breaths of him through his nose Crawford began to lick and bite, lightly, at the cords of his neck, his nipples, the folds of flesh under his arm pits. Aya reacted like he would to a mosquito bite, he snuffled and rolled over baring the nubs of his spine and his firm round ass to Crawford’s eyes. Crawford loved Aya’s ass, he could quite happily built a house in the crease between ass and thigh and retire there, but he adored his back. It was smooth and clean and soft. The way he lay with his shoulders hunched showed the nubs of his spine and Crawford could not resist running the very tip of his tongue along them. In his sleep Aya snarled and rolled over again throwing out his arms at the annoyance. Crawford smirked at the prize Aya had inadvertently given him. In turning over the way he had he had bared his crotch completely, his legs slightly spread. He almost laughed at the ease with which he had managed this. He squeezed a small amount of the cream unto his hand and began to very carefully, and very lightly rub at Aya’s entrance. At last it looked like aya was waking up because he moaned slightly, enjoying that. Crawford took that as permission to go ahead. He started by making sure that his breath washed over Aya’s cock before nudging it up with his tongue and taking it whole into his mouth. Crawford had never mastered the deep throat so the only time he could take Aya to the root was like now, when he was still soft, but he loved the eroticism of having him swell in his mouth, although it rarely happened like that. Crawford knew the most sexual part of the human body was the mind and often it was this that Crawford appealed to, it was rare that he got to play with Aya like this. Aya groaned and Crawford could see his eyelids flickering as he slipped his finger inside his lover. “Crawford,” Aya murmured sleepily. Crawford pulled back slightly long enough to whisper “enjoy,” before returning to his task. He was gentle, slow, he didn’t want to wake him completely because there really was nothing better than the slow pace of morning sex and it wasn’t often he got the opportunity to take advantage like this. Aya just hummed and turned his head, probably half convinced that he was still asleep and dreaming. “Mmkay,” he murmured into the pillow. Crawford slowly worked one finger into and out of Aya, making sure he avoided his prostate even as Aya sleepily pushed himself down and wriggled. Crawford smiled into the curls at the base of Aya’s cock as he slipped in a second, turning and twisting the fingers. He himself was fully erect, although Aya was only half so. “Mmm,” Aya murmured, his wrist over his mouth, “more.” Crawford never could deny Aya anything he really wanted so he began to bob his head and suck harder. Rather than a murmured noise Aya outright groaned and Crawford groaned with him. “More,” he said, more clearly this time, waking from his sleep into a haze of pleasure. The other hand found its way to Crawford’s head, threading long white fingers through short dark hair. Crawford took it as a signal, he put more of the cream unto his fingers and added three, twisting them as he slipped them in and out, Aya’s answering groan was deep and demanding. Without removing his fingers he slid up his body, planting wet tonguing kisses on his nipples, laving the cords of his neck. Then settling his own nakedness against Aya’s, rubbing his own cock against Aya’s as he kissed his lips. Aya took a deep sleepy breath and opened his mouth to the advance. Normally Aya was a very active lover, he didn’t like to just lie there and seemed to want to give as many touches as he took. Sometimes it seemed to Crawford that the only way to spend the time he wanted just worshipping Aya was if he tied him there and made him take it. Half asleep Aya was prepared to just be worshipped. In fact just allowing Crawford his tongue to suck on seemed like too much of an effort. Crawford took the advantage and squeezing out more of the cream slicked his own cock and with his hand placed it and slowly slipped inside. There was not a single ounce of tension in his lover who just acquiesced and it was like slipping into butter. Behind him the man’s voice seemed to understand op down we two to serve and pray to love.” Aya’s groan seemed to come from his boots as he wrapped his thighs about Crawford’s hips and just allowed him to rock the pleasure into him. A particularly violent thrust, one he hadn’t expected to make saw Crawford bite down on the soft cords of Aya’s neck as Aya hissed yessssss, his knees slipping on the sheet and the tube of aloe sending a white stream across the sheets. Crawford just continued to rock against Aya, not fully withdrawing to slip in again, avoiding Aya’s prostate as best he could so it wouldn’t be over too quickly even as he practically gnawed on his throat. There really was nothing, Crawford thought as much as he was able, better than this. He noticed Aya’s hand on his ass, it was normal, Aya normally pulled at him trying to guide his hips, to push him further. So other than appreciating it in the usual fashion he didn’t actually stop to give it any thought. He had noticed Aya’s hand flopping about on the sheet so when it joined the other at his ass he was surprised to notice it was slick. Then it touched him, running the pad of it against the crack of his ass and pressing just slightly against his anus. He pulled back from Aya’s throat and Aya took the opportunity, grinning rather wickedly, to kiss him, preventing any objection he might raise. It was hard to complain with your lover chewing on your lip the way that Aya was. He could feel Aya’s smile and the way one hand had moved to his hair to calm him even as Aya continued to rock his hips. Perhaps, Crawford thought, he was still half asleep and didn’t realise that Crawford would not tolerate this. He was thus unprepared for the jolt of pleasure as Aya slipped his finger inside and crooked it about finding his prostate. He came, thrusting hard into Aya. In all the time that he and Aya had been together Crawford had praised himself on always having Aya come before him. He liked the control of pleasing his partner before himself. It was rather a turn on for him, that he had done that, that he had caused Aya to lose control. Against his mouth Aya was smirking, “hmmmm,” he murmured, “shall we do that again?” Crawford could feel Aya’s erection against his stomach and Aya’s fingers hadn’t stopped their exploration. “But, but,” Crawford protested. “Shush,” Aya murmured against his mouth as if he was soothing a skittish animal, “shush.” Crawford withdrew embarrassed. “S’okay,” Aya murmured, “it’s okay.” Crawford clearly felt it was not. Aya seemed to understand why, he looked beautiful as he pulled Crawford down on top of him, “once in three years,” he said quietly, “it’s okay.” “But,” Crawford protested, embarrassed more than anything else. “Did you like it?” Aya asked against his cheek. Crawford wanted to answer that but the man was singing and it was pretty obvious he had enjoyed it. Aya smelt of oranges and musk and sex and he was licking at the length of Crawford’s cheek. “shush,” he murmured trying to appease Crawford’s tattered self esteem. “Shush.” “Damnit, Aya, I’m not a child.” Crawford protested. “Look, if you want to you might as well finish what you started.” Aya looked surprised and his mouth was gaping like a fish’. Crawford took his hand and rubbed it liberally on the aloe on the sheets and moved it to his ass, “go on,” he said, “go on.” He pressed the hand against his ass. “But,” Aya protested, “you don’t like it.” He looked contrite and shocked, “I didn’t realise, and…” “I’ve never let anyone do it!” Crawford corrected. “Now do it, or do I have to do it for you?” Aya slipped his finger inside but this time, instead of chewing on Crawford’s lip, he chewed on his own, obviously nervous. The one time he had suggested this Crawford had made it really clear that he didn’t like it, some men didn’t, so Aya had written off the possibility and never mentioned it again. Crawford was rocking unto his fingers now, biting at his own lip as his hand slapped at the stained sheet before wrapping itself around Aya’s cock and giving it a long leisurely pull. “When you’re ready.” Crawford said. “Look,” Aya said, “if you don’t want to do this, you don’t have to.” Crawford pushed him back so he lay down again and then straddled him with a long look before using his own hand to guide Aya. It hurt, but oddly so, more like a stretching sting than real pain, and he felt uncomfortably full but it wasn’t as demeaning as Crawford had thought that it was. He leaned over Aya kissing him to take his mind off what was happening. His erection was only now stirring again as he thought of the sheer horniness of it, he was letting Aya fuck him. Aya was fucking him.His first grunt surprised him, as did when he moved his hands to Aya’s hips to better control the movement inside him. Aya shocked him when he rolled him unto his back and withdrew. “On your hands and knees.” He whispered and Crawford did. The angle was completely different, it rubbed against him in new places and it made it easier to just accept the pleasure that Aya was giving him. He knew this was one of Aya’s favourite ways to be taken and now he knew why. It was easy. He collapsed at the front, laying his face against his forearms and grunted and sweated into Aya’s thrusts. This may have been the only time Crawford had contemplated this, but it wasn’t going to be the last. He understood now why Aya never complained. It was good. It was mind-melting so-hard-it-hurt good. Aya’s hand still slightly slick from fingering him wrapped around his cock and began to pump it steadily. Perhaps it was being a swordsman but Aya’s grip was always just perfect and Crawford just groaned louder with every thrust. The song playing was getting faster and more frenetic as Aya leant over his back, kissing every inch of skin he could reach. “I’m gonna,” Aya managed as he lost control, coming deep inside his lover. The feel of it, the sheer sexiness of it, of Aya coming with hot short spurts inside him was all it took for Crawford who came again, hard with a sound that was not quite a scream. He collapsed unto the mattress and Aya went with him.They lay there for a few moments before Aya went to move, but Crawford stopped him, “comfy,” he protested. “I must be crushing you and we need to change the bedding.” “Can wait.” Crawford said finally, and looking at him sprawled out naked over the dark grey sheet Aya decided he was right; it could wait, and then he could remind Crawford when he complained in the morning just whose decision that had been. He fumbled around for the remote turning the music off and decided that maybe he should borrow Yohji’s cds more often. | |
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