Part One
[ How I'm feeling| Naughty]
[ What I'm listening to|How long


Title: All for the thrill (1/2)
Pairing: Aoi/Uruha
Author: Life_giver
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Do not own anyone in this story of course -_-
Warnings: Dirty, porn-ish sex
Summary: If Aoi was truly worried about getting caught, then there was a real sense of danger that gave what they were about to do so much more substance and thrill. They lived for the thrills, and Aoi would soon realize how exhilarating this experience was going to be once Uruha was able to get inside of his pants.
Notes: This is a sequel/companion fic to The games we play but can be read as a stand-alone.







Uruha had always hated family dinners, hated the formality, and the forced laughter, and the general awkwardness of relatives, but he was here on Aoi’s insistence and had been warned to play nice. So he smiled politely and passed the bowls of food to the person on his side who just happened to be Aoi’s loud brother, and endured the tedious conversation that flitted around the table. He was always one to make his lover happy and he pretended to enjoy the dinner, grinning over at Aoi who sat on the other side of him, and received an encouraging wink. But he nearly jumped from the table the moment Aoi’s mother announced the ending of the dinner and gladly left the dining room along with everyone else who began to migrate towards the backyard and other scattered places around the house.

He and Aoi were only supposed to stay another few hours, and Uruha was counting down the minutes, unashamed by his readiness to leave. Aoi’s family was nice enough, but family gatherings had never been a favorite event of his, even with his own family, and Aoi usually agreed with him. He would much rather be at home playing beneath the sheets with his lover…but he couldn’t have everything, he knew. At least he was privileged enough to have Aoi. He would have to suffer through this event to get to the more enjoyable affairs.

Uruha found himself behind the crowd somehow, because everyone had already dispersed ahead of him and went their separate ways. Aoi had passed him, saying something about talking to his brother in the living room, and Uruha was left to wander out of the dining room and down the hallway. Uruha checked his watch as he simultaneously peeked into the open doors of the rooms he passed. Only a few more hours, he could make it. There was nothing interesting about the rooms he passed, but he did find the bathroom, a hurried escape plan in case he was cornered by Aoi’s mother or father. He hated dealing with parents, especially when he was fucking their son without their knowledge.

Uruha minutely wondered where Aoi’s childhood bedroom was, now that would have been something interesting to see. He chuckled and went on looking into the rooms without ever finding a room that looked like it might have been Aoi’s at one time. Aoi’s parents either had cleared it out and turned it into something else, or his room was upstairs….He faintly recalled Aoi saying something about having the upstairs to himself now that he thought about it.

Uruha rose an eyebrow as he emerged from the hallway and looked up the staircase to the second floor. He could imagine Aoi as a teenager with a whole top story of a house to himself. What sort of parents in their right mind allowed an adolescent that much freedom? No wonder Aoi had turned out so wild. Uruha snickered, but stopped in his slow meandering walk upon finding Aoi sitting in the living room….alone.

Uruha breathed a sigh of relief that was so audible, Aoi looked up quickly from something he had been reading on the coffee table in front of him, a lit cigarette hanging from the corner of his mouth. Aoi wasn’t supposed to be smoking in his parent’s house, but then Aoi had never abided by any rules Uruha had ever known.

Uruha crossed his arms in front of his chest and leaned against the hallway frame, a smirk touching the corner of his mouth mischievously. He hadn’t had a chance to be alone with Aoi the whole day, with his lover’s time being taken up by the family who hardly saw him anymore. Uruha understood but it was nice to have Aoi all to himself, though how long that would last was something he had no notion of.

“What are you doing in here all by yourself?” Uruha wondered, and his smirk widened as Aoi looked over at him suspiciously. He knew Uruha too well, and it was obvious that he could read Uruha’s motives in his face as clearly as if he had came out and said what he wanted to do. “You’re not surrounded by your family. Shouldn’t you be outside playing games or something?” In fact, Uruha was thinking of a very different sort of game he wanted to play at that moment, but knew Aoi would never forgive him if he tried engaging him in one of their games in his own family’s home.

“My brother gave me a new song he wrote.” Aoi picked up the piece of paper he had been reading off of when Uruha had found him, and then he let the paper fall back down to the table carelessly. “We were going over it, but then he wanted to go outside to play the games….I didn’t really feel like following him.” Uruha’s eyebrow rose playfully, and Aoi suddenly looked as if he regretted his decision of staying inside. Uruha couldn’t blame him, but he had been bored this whole day…he needed a little excitement, and Aoi knew well what they usually got their excitement from.

Uruha hummed in acknowledgement, his smile softening, and he tried his hardest to remain unassuming as he came to sit down beside Aoi on the couch. He had been wanting to get at Aoi all day, but Aoi didn’t need to know that just yet. He knew his lover would kill him for even trying to seduce him in a place like this. Public was one thing, but his family’s home? Blasphemous. And to Uruha, that made it all the more appealing. He would have to ease Aoi into it…work on it slowly.

“I’ve missed you today…” Uruha murmured as he moved closer to Aoi on the couch until their thighs were pressed together and Uruha was able to place his hand on Aoi’s jean-clothed knee, seemingly innocent, but the touch was made to make Aoi squirm. Uruha smiled to himself as Aoi reacted just how he had anticipated, by moving his leg away a little from Uruha, but Uruha’s hand followed, and he squeezed his lover’s knee for more effect. Aoi took a side-long glance at Uruha distrustfully and then took a drag of his cigarette before letting the smoke out in a loud sigh.

“We’ve been around each other all day, what are you talking about?” Aoi asked, irritation seeping into his voice steadily at Uruha’s antics.

“You know what I’m talking about Aoi…” Uruha nearly whispered, his hand moving slowly from Aoi’s knee and stroking gently down his leg to his thigh. “We haven’t been alone since this morning. I miss being able to touch you, and kiss you…” Uruha breathed as he leaned forward and pressed his lips in a soft kiss to the curve of Aoi’s ear. “We can’t do that around your family…it’s our little secret, but it’s so damn hard to keep when I have to go a whole day without touching you like this.”

Aoi let out a breath between his lips as Uruha’s hand slipped down to the inside of his thigh and squeezed, but when Uruha’s hand tried moving further between his legs, Aoi reached down and stopped him, his face sporting a disbelieving expression. It was obvious that he couldn’t believe that Uruha was actually trying to grab him while his family laughed and shouted only feet away from them outside. All that stood between he and Uruha and his family was a glass door and Uruha could see children running past in a blur.

If one of Aoi’s family members were to walk by and look into the door, they were sure to get an eyeful, because Uruha didn’t intend on stopping with just his hand between Aoi’s legs…oh no, he wanted to do much more. And he didn’t care if Aoi tried stopping him because Aoi’s will power was weak when it came to him. Uruha moistened his lips and grinned as he slipped his hand out of Aoi’s grasp and used Aoi’s momentary shock to lean forward and kiss him on the lips.

“You can’t say you haven’t been wanting to do this also…” Uruha whispered between the slow deep kisses he was giving Aoi at that moment. Aoi didn’t try to fight him and Uruha was even able to sneak his hand back down to Aoi’s lap and victoriously find what he had been looking for.

“Shit!” Aoi cursed against Uruha’s mouth and nearly bit his tongue. Uruha laughed and flicked his fortunate tongue against Aoi’s full bottom lip lewdly. Uruha had grabbed Aoi’s cock beneath his pants and squeezed with just the right amount of force to hurt just a little.

“I’m not going to stop,” Uruha informed Aoi needlessly. Aoi knew he would push until he got what he wanted, it was what he always did. It was how Uruha controlled most of their games. He was a master at seducing Aoi into giving him what he wanted by now.

“Uru…my family-” Aoi tried pleading, but Uruha’s hand only began rubbing Aoi through his pants and Aoi’s speech was cut off by a choked groan. Aoi was so warm and hard beneath the palm of his hand that Uruha nearly groaned in unison with him.

“Will never notice,” Uruha finished for him as he slid down off of the couch and kneeled down in front of Aoi and spread his lover’s legs with his hands on his knees.

“They’re right outside, what if one of them walks in?” Aoi’s eyes were genuinely terrified and it only fueled Uruha on more. If Aoi was truly worried about getting caught, then there was a real sense of danger that gave what they were about to do so much more substance and thrill. They lived for the thrills, and Aoi would soon realize how exhilarating this experience was going to be once Uruha was able to get inside of his pants.

“You know this excites you Aoi. You love the thought that at any moment someone could walk in and catch us.” Uruha used Aoi’s impish words from their last public excursion and took pleasure in the way Aoi’s eyes narrowed heatedly at his subtle pun, his reminder of Aoi‘s own manipulation. “And if they do walk in….” Uruha bit the corner of his mouth wickedly. “All you have to do is pull your pants back up and pretend we were playing charades.”

“Charades?” Aoi’s voice rose an octave in incredulity. “Charades, Uruha? What were you doing? Going through the motions of pretending to suck my dick? How can you explain that? Oh dad, we were playing charades,” Aoi mocked himself and Uruha nearly keeled over laughing at Aoi’s impersonation and at his obvious anger. “Why son, it looked like your young friend had his head in your lap,” Aoi continued on, impersonating his father’s deep voice as Uruha tilted his head back and chuckled until his stomach nearly hurt. “Well dad, you just gave the answer away. I knew he was impersonating something to do with my lap…” Aoi sighed in apparent disgust that Uruha thought everything was so funny and he even crossed his arms across his chest petulantly and leaned back against the couch in a sulk.

“Oh Aoi…” Uruha quieted his laughing to shake his head at his lover. He could feel his face heated with a nice flush from laughing and from the arousal that was building up steadily. All this talk about Aoi’s lap was getting him even more aroused. “Aoi, Aoi, Aoi.” Uruha tched and rested his chin on one of Aoi’s knees and looked up at Aoi innocently through a fringe of light hair.

“What, what, and what?” Aoi growled. “I don’t want my family catching me like this Uru. Public is one thing, but when it comes to ruining relationships, I’d rather not.”

“You worry too much,” Uruha murmured. “They’re all too caught up in their games outside to notice anything else. I’m sure they won’t be coming in for awhile. I’ve been wanting to touch you for hours Aoi….please….” Uruha’s lips curved down in the hopes of convincing Aoi to accept what was going to happen anyway. “This makes it so exciting.” Uruha rose back up onto his knees and slid his hands against the top of Aoi’s legs sensually.

“Tell me you’ve been thinking the same thing secretly,” Uruha murmured as he kissed Aoi again. “Tell me,” He prompted softly, his teeth nipping and pulling Aoi’s bottom lip into his mouth. Aoi surprised him by making an effort to kiss him back and even went as far as to slip his tongue inside of Uruha’s mouth to deepen their kiss. Uruha moaned softly and let one of his hands stray back to Aoi’s lap where he stroked and rubbed slowly.

“Maybe I have,” Aoi breathed against Uruha’s mouth, his hips seeking more friction from Uruha’s hand as he became hard beneath Uruha’s palm. “But it doesn’t make this any more right or less dangerous.”

“No,” Uruha agreed quietly, their lips pressing and pulling apart in leisurely, moist kisses. “It makes it more exciting.” As they kissed, Uruha’s hands began undoing Aoi’s pants with quick and nimble fingers. He wanted to get Aoi out of his pants as fast as he could. The sooner they were able to finish, the more unlikely they were to get caught, and the less admonishment he would hear from Aoi the next day. As soon as he had gotten Aoi’s pants unbuttoned and zipped down, Uruha pulled away from Aoi’s mouth and bent down over Aoi’s lap. He pushed Aoi’s nice dress shirt up and was delighted to see that Aoi was wearing his navel ring.

“You’re wearing it for me,” Uruha exclaimed excitedly, his eyes taking in the sight of Aoi’s silver navel piercing glinting sinfully under the afternoon sunlight. It was rare these days that Aoi wore his navel piercing, but he knew how much Uruha enjoyed it, so Uruha knew he was wearing it for him when Aoi decided to put it on. It also meant that Aoi was confident he was going to get a fuck when he wore his navel piercing. Uruha grinned knowingly as he lowered his head and pressed a soft damp kiss to Aoi’s deliciously flat stomach and felt Aoi suck in a deep breath.

Aoi had the most perfect stomach Uruha had ever seen, so smooth and flat with an underlying strength that had the heat in Uruha’s body flaring up each time he touched it. He especially loved when they were fucking and he pressed on Aoi’s stomach and felt it tightening as his lover worked his hips between Uruha’s legs. That particular thought had a moan escaping Uruha’s lips as he kissed Aoi’s stomach as he would kiss Aoi’s mouth. Uruha ran his tongue vulgarly along Aoi’s skin, loving the taste that was uniquely Aoi, fresh and clean, and Aoi’s cologne, the scent they were both prone to wear, was rich and exotic against his stomach from misting the scent on his clothes. Uruha circled the tip of his tongue in a downward spiral until he touched Aoi’s navel piercing.

The sharp flavor of metal flooded Uruha’s mouth as he tugged the piercing between his teeth and then covered it with the flat of his tongue. He felt the vibrations against his mouth of Aoi moaning softly, trying his hardest to keep as quiet as humanly possible. Uruha raised his eyes as he sucked on the piercing and was caught in Aoi’s dark black eyes, finding arousal and desire lurking in the depths, waiting to be satisfied. He could see that Aoi’s resolve was breaking and all he wanted was for Uruha to relieve the tension in his body. Uruha was only too happy to oblige.

Uruha kissed Aoi’s navel for a long moment more, teasing Aoi in the most sinful of ways as his tongue dipped and flicked and his teeth nipped and his lips pressed against skin gently, before he pulled Aoi’s opened pants down some so that he could dip his hand beneath the waistband. Uruha used his free hand to play with Aoi’s navel piercing even as he wrapped his other hand around Aoi’s hard erection and stroked him. Uruha smiled up at Aoi and teasingly played with Aoi’s navel ring with the tip of his black fingernail, causing Aoi’s silky skin to prickle in excitement.

He watched his hand moving beneath the cloth of Aoi’s boxers until Aoi groaned a little more loudly than they both knew he should have, because even Uruha looked quickly over his shoulder to make sure that everyone was still safely outside. He could hear the shouts and voices still drifting faintly around them, so that was a strange reassurance. When Uruha turned his attention back to Aoi, Aoi’s brow was creased and his stomach was tightening and releasing and Uruha couldn’t hold back from pushing Aoi’s boxers down out of the way and taking Aoi’s cock out finally. Aoi looked too good and Uruha tightened his hold on Aoi’s erection at the sight of his lover so hard for him.

“Aoi,” Uruha purred as the tip of one finger circled the head of Aoi’s cock and gathered the moisture he found there. Aoi hissed and his hips immediately pressed towards Uruha, but Uruha ignored him as he slipped his finger into his mouth and sucked Aoi’s essence from his skin. “You’re so hard for me,” Uruha murmured, his lips only inches from the head of Aoi’s cock, but he merely blew a stream of cool air against his skin and smiled sadistically as Aoi let out an agonized moan and let his head drop down to the back of the couch in frustration.

“Do you want me to suck you Aoi?” Uruha asked softly, his fingers trailing lightly against the heated skin of Aoi’s erection as he talked. “Want me to press my lips to your cock and take you down my throat? You know I’m the best…you know how fast I can make you come.” Uruha knew he was being haughty and smug, but he also knew that Aoi liked him best that way. Aoi liked Uruha confident and sensual, and catty, because Aoi was later able to punish him for his impudence with sex only Aoi could give him. It was hard, fast, messy, amazing sex, and the promise of that award that wasn’t really punishment at all, had Uruha teasing Aoi like this constantly.

Uruha chuckled and let the tip of his fingernail glide over the head of Aoi’s slick cock, rubbing over the slit and making Aoi gasp, before dragging his finger slowly down the rigid length and circling the base with leisure. Uruha was glad he had let his fingernails grow a bit lately. He couldn’t keep them long or sharp because of his guitar playing, but he had been able to keep them a nice size recently, enough to drag along Aoi’s skin and tease him or leave red scratches on his back and arms when they were in the heat of a particularly dirty sex session.

Uruha finally bent down and pressed his tongue to the head of Aoi’s cock with deliberate languor as if sucking Aoi’s cock were just a passing chore. Though in actuality, Uruha could barely wait to wrap his lips around his lover and take him down his throat because going down on Aoi was one of his most favorite things in the world to do besides playing music.

He loved the taste of Aoi in his mouth, took pleasure in how Aoi closed his eyes and his breath came in small pants and he allowed himself to groan just the tiniest bit deep in the back of his throat. It was incredibly sexy to Uruha when Aoi tried to keep himself from losing control, but eventually let himself go wild on Uruha when he couldn’t take anymore teasing.

Aoi’s cigarette was still burning and hanging from the corner of his mouth as Uruha worked on his cock, and Uruha felt a surge of fire run straight down through his stomach to his own cock when Aoi rose the hand that had been tangling and tugging at his hair so that he could suck on the cigarette and then blow a stream of smoke out. Smoking and sex had always come naturally to Aoi, it was almost a gift or at the very least a sensual skill that only Aoi had mastered. There was no one who could do it better.

Uruha moaned softly as he ran his tongue over the slick head of Aoi’s cock and cleaned away the fluid that had gathered there. He felt Aoi lower his hand, his cigarette now caught between two fingers, and he tugged on Uruha’s hair a little when Uruha wrapped his lips around the head of Aoi’s cock and sucked. He felt Aoi’s hand tighten as he slid his mouth down the length of his cock midway. He stopped, looking up at Aoi through slightly mussed blonde hair and then slid the rest of the way down and swallowed.

“Fuck…” Aoi gasped, forgetting all about his earlier caution and worry over getting caught with his pants down and Uruha in his lap. If Uruha’s mouth hadn’t been full, he would have been grinning victoriously as he stroked Aoi and slid his mouth up and then back down his length slowly.

“Uruha, god, I’m not….I’m going to….” Aoi tried getting out between a long strand of groans and pants and Uruha only raised an eyebrow to let Aoi know he understood. It wouldn’t take long to finish Aoi off. It was obvious Aoi had been waiting for this all day as much as Uruha had. If the navel ring hadn’t given it away first, Uruha would have known as much from the way Aoi was pressing his hips towards him and moaning out his name almost desperately.

The man had been deprived, and Uruha fully intended to remedy that. Uruha slid up Aoi’s cock and pressed a deceptively sweet kiss to the head of his lover’s cock, his hand steadily stroking faster. Uruha licked his lips and watched as Aoi’s stomach tightened and released, tightened, and released, his navel ring glinting in the sunlight, and Aoi’s hand stroked through Uruha’s hair, occasionally pulling when Uruha’s hand felt too good on him.

Uruha leaned up on his knees and kissed Aoi as he continued stroking him between them with one hand. With his other hand he reached for Aoi’s cigarette in the corner of his mouth, held it between thumb and forefinger and sucked on it long and slow before blowing the smoke out and grinning as Aoi twitched in the palm of his hand and groaned. Uruha casually placed the cigarette back between Aoi’s lips and then winked at him as he continued stroking him.

“Come for me Aoi,” Uruha urged, biting the corner of Aoi’s mouth and secretly wishing his lover had thought to wear his lip ring as well. Aoi knew how much he loved it. Any piercing on his lover’s body had the power to get Uruha hot faster than anything else. Uruha sucked on Aoi’s bottom lip and stroked him faster, loving the feeling of Aoi thrusting into his hand and Aoi’s other arm wrapping around his waist to bring him closer.

Aoi broke away from Uruha’s mouth to moan and Uruha knew he was there, that he was coming and he barely had time to slip back down to the floor and take Aoi back into his mouth before Aoi was coming and Uruha groaned at the feeling of warmth seeping down his throat. Uruha waited until Aoi was finished, his body going slack, and his hand falling away from Uruha’s hair, before Uruha pulled away slowly, licking up the last of Aoi’s release from the head of his softening cock and then licking his lips in turn. Uruha grinned as he leaned up once more and laid against Aoi as much as his awkward position allowed him to and chuckled when Aoi rubbed his back and gave him an incredulous look.

“I can’t believe you just did that Uruha…” Aoi whispered, shaking his head in utter disbelief.

“I told you I wasn’t going to stop,” Uruha murmured, kissing Aoi’s cheek with his still slightly sticky lips. Aoi winced and Uruha licked the slight stickiness from his skin with a playful flick of his tongue.

“You’re insane,” Aoi breathed into Uruha’s hair but held Uruha closer to him possessively as he said this. Uruha was only Aoi’s, he knew that’s what Aoi had meant by his embrace and Uruha wouldn’t have it any other way. Aoi was the only one he had had eyes for since they had met, and Aoi possessed all of him, the tender side of him and the kinky, sexual side that had become his namesake since they had gotten together. Aoi brought out the animal in him and Uruha couldn’t help but want to do these spontaneous, wild things with Aoi because Aoi was too damn gorgeous and perfect for his own good. But if he ever let Aoi know these things, Uruha’s control over their games would dissolve in an instant, he knew this, and kept his thoughts to himself of how completely Aoi possessed him.

“I still want you to fuck me,” Uruha whispered into Aoi’s ear and smiled widely when Aoi’s arms tightened around him, obviously surprised that Uruha wanted to do more after the risky act they had just finished with. Uruha’s eyes strayed down to Aoi’s hand as he waited for Aoi’s answer and smirked to see his cigarette now burnt down low. But in the next minute, Aoi had flicked the remaining end of the cigarette into the little wastebasket under the lamp stand and Uruha secretly hoped there hadn’t been any trash in it that could have started a fire. Now that would have been a story to tell. Uruha and Aoi had had sex in Aoi’s parent’s house and had nearly burnt it down in one visit. Uruha smiled inwardly at that possible scenario. They had probably done worse things being the wild duo they were.

“Uru…” Aoi tried protesting against Uruha‘s offer for a fuck, but Uruha’s hand dipped down between them and covered Aoi’s cock in emphasis.

“I gave you something, now you have to give me something. I want you to fuck me.” Uruha’s hand made to close around Aoi’s still very exposed cock, but Aoi quickly grabbed his wrist, anticipating his movement, and pulled his hand away in silent admonishment. He knew Uruha was going to get what he wanted just as easily as Uruha had just convinced Aoi to let him blow him on his family’s couch. Aoi was silent for what seemed like forever in Uruha’s sense of time and then his shoulders sagged against the couch and Uruha knew he had given up. Aoi was just too damn easy sometimes.

“Okay, but can we at least do this somewhere a little more private?” Aoi finally asked, his voice pleading for Uruha to be merciful to him somehow, and Uruha took pity on him because Aoi’s nervous face had always tugged on his heartstrings, no matter how evil Uruha was being at any given moment. Plus he had a sudden brilliant idea as his eyes trailed off to the side and up the carpeted stairs to the second floor…

“Then take me to your old room,” Uruha insisted with a resolve that left no room for Aoi to refuse.

“What?” Aoi asked as if he didn’t understand what Uruha was asking, but Uruha was sure Aoi knew exactly what he was referring to, but was once again in shock that Uruha was being so bold. He had been warned to play nice, but he was being extra naughty that day and he really couldn’t help it. At least he had agreed to tag along with Aoi, and at least he had gotten through the dinner without blurting out something that was sure to embarrass Aoi, or even worse, at least he hadn’t made good on Aoi’s brother’s flirty overtures at the dinner table. Uruha would have never thought of cheating on Aoi, but it would have been hilarious to tease and flirt a little bit…

All in all, Uruha had behaved himself very well, it was only right then for Aoi to reward him for his hard efforts. A child’s ball hit the glass door behind them and rattled it, but Uruha and Aoi remained as they were, leaning against one another and staring each other down. Uruha could still hear the shrieking laughter and talk of everyone outside so they were still quite safe. Though people were bound to start looking for Aoi after a while, because after all, they hardly saw him and it was a treat when he was able to visit. So they would have to be quick about what they intended to do.

“Take me to your room,” Uruha said more slowly, drawing out his words for Aoi to better understand him and for extra emphasis, Uruha thrust his chin towards the stairs next to them. Aoi didn’t say another word either in question or refusal as he began buttoning his pants back up and then stood from the couch. Uruha grinned in a silly, self-satisfied manner as Aoi grabbed his hand, pulled him up from the couch a little more roughly than necessary, and led him up the stairs to the second floor. Aoi guided a satisfied, grinning Uruha past a succession of doors until they got to the very last one at the end of a hallway, and this one he pushed open as if the room was still his and he went into it everyday. Uruha immediately began looking around as Aoi closed the door behind them.

“You might wanna lock that,” Uruha suggested with a sly smirk. Aoi frowned at him but reached behind him and Uruha heard Aoi turning the lock on the door. Uruha turned back around and looked all about him at the seemingly untouched room that definitely looked as if it belonged to an adolescent boy. “It’s as if you never left,” Uruha observed as he spotted the rock band posters on the wall and the stack of old music tapes in a case beside the bed. There was an open closet door and Uruha was surprised to see very outdated clothes that he could remember himself wearing when he was a teenager.

Uruha laughed quietly at the sight and his eyes roved and lingered on the twin-sized bed against one of the walls. The dark blue sheets seemed cleaned and new for some odd reason, since everything else seemed like it hadn’t been touched since Aoi had left home all those years ago, the light film of dust of the box of casset tapes spoke years of neglect. But Aoi answered his question as if he had been reading Uruha’s mind.

“My mother cleans the room regularly, keeps the bed clean for me when I come home. It’s always strange sleeping in this room since everything is pretty much like I left it. My parents didn’t want to give any of my things away.” Aoi shrugged. Well Uruha was silently thankful that Aoi’s mother had had the courtesy to keep the bed clean and made. Uruha went over to the bed and stood at the end of it, his fingers running over the navy sheets thoughtfully before he turned on Aoi with an impish smirk.

“So is this where you were fucked for the first time?” Uruha asked bluntly, no finesse or discretion what-so-ever. He found it strangely erotic imagining Aoi losing his virginity in the bed he was currently running his hands over, and planned on fucking him in eventually. Uruha turned and sat down on the end of the bed and watched Aoi struggling with an answer, his eyes darting everywhere without meeting Uruha’s curious gaze.

“Not really…” Aoi mumbled so low, Uruha had to strain to catch what he was saying. “It was in my car…but other things happened in that bed…” Uruha mouthed a silent ah, his eyes positively dancing at Aoi’s demure answer.

“Mmm…” Uruha hummed thoughtfully as he laid back on the bed and stretched his arms above his head lithely. “I was fucked for the first time behind the bleachers after a soccer game, so I guess we both had oddly exciting first times.” Uruha crossed his hands behind his head and smiled over at Aoi who seemed so out of place in his old bedroom. Aoi had definitely outgrown it. He was a man in an adolescent’s room and things didn’t accommodate him anymore.

Aoi didn’t seem surprised by Uruha’s admission of where his virginity had been taken and Uruha pressed on because Aoi had admitted he’d only done ‘other things’ in this room and Uruha was already getting aroused at that thought. ‘Other things’ as in what adolescent boys did when they were alone. Uruha grinned to himself.

“So this bed hasn’t ever been christened,” Uruha concluded as he sat up a little and leaned on his elbows to watch Aoi walking slowly around the room, examining things and avoiding eye contact.

“You could say that,” Aoi muttered in a low voice as he picked up a pair of outdated sunglasses from a dresser and then set them back down distractedly.

“I think we could do something about that,” Uruha purred, moistening his lips in anticipation. Aoi stopped in mid-motion of opening a drawer of a nightstand by the bed and turned on Uruha.

“This is so wrong Uruha. Why don’t we just leave early and I’ll take you home and-” Aoi suggested anxiously.

“No Aoi, I want you to fuck me here,” Uruha cut in petulantly. He was going to get what he wanted, whether Aoi liked it or not. “In this bed that you’ve never fucked anyone in. I want to be the first.” If Uruha hadn’t been able to take Aoi’s virginity, with the sole reason being that they hadn’t known each other for that long a time, then Uruha wanted to be the first for Aoi in his old bedroom. It was a peculiar desire, but Uruha found something so arousing about being able to fuck Aoi in his old adolescent bedroom, the bedroom that he’d first touched himself in and learned about sex in, and did ‘other things’ in as Aoi had modestly hinted at.

“Come on…” Uruha murmured, sliding one of his hands down his own body and lifting his shirt up a little to expose a hint of skin. “I know you want to fuck me. I’m sure you always wanted to have sex with someone in this room when you were younger. Why not have sex with me now? We’ll be extra quiet.” Uruha grinned and pressed a finger to his lips teasingly. Aoi sighed and rolled his eyes at Uruha.

“When have you ever been known to be quiet Uru? As soon as I touch you, you’re moaning and letting the whole world know what we’re doing.” Aoi shook his head as he gazed down at Uruha smirking up at him and caressing his own stomach. Uruha could see Aoi’s eyes following his hand as he petted his stomach and he knew that with just a few minutes more argument, Aoi would be on top of him and the real fun would begin.

“It’s exciting knowing people can hear you having sex and you know it. I hate how morally conscious and righteous you’re being today, just because we’re around your family.” Uruha visibly sulked. “You’d jump at the chance of fucking me anywhere else on the planet but you don’t want to give me the satisfaction of being the first in this bed. I don’t understand.” Uruha’s brow creased and he could tell that the guilt trip was working on Aoi as his lover let out an aggravated breath and looked away remorsefully.

“I want to be with you Uru…I really…really do. But it just feels wrong in this bedroom.” Aoi shrugged as if he couldn’t help what he was feeling, and maybe Uruha understood his reasoning, but still…Uruha was splayed out on Aoi’s bed, begging to be fucked. What man in his right mind would pass up the chance for sex? Aoi’s morals would have to take a backseat, because Uruha was horny, and he could already see Aoi getting hard again beneath the fabric of his pants.

“You’ve never cared about right and wrong before. You’re going to miss a chance to fuck a gorgeous guy in your adolescent bedroom Aoi,” Uruha tried, knowing he was being completely vain, though it was a teasing sort of conceitedness. He knew Aoi would eventually succumb if he pushed hard enough with his silly flattery.

“When you were young, I’m sure you touched yourself while thinking of all the beautiful people you’d like to be fucking in your bed. Well you have me right here and you’d be missing out if you turned me down. I‘m here begging you to fuck me…” Uruha purred, his hands slipping beneath his shirt and pulling it up. He sat up long enough to slip the shirt over his head and toss it to the floor with a playful grin, before beckoning Aoi to him with a crooked finger. He was thoroughly pleased and only slightly surprised as Aoi came to him without a moment’s hesitation. He could see how hard Aoi had gotten in the space of time it had taken for them to make it up to the bedroom and argue about having sex in it.

Uruha ran his tongue over his bottom lip and smirked appreciatively up at Aoi as Aoi kneeled on the bed between his spread legs. Uruha could already feel his body temperature rising a few degrees at the sight of Aoi kneeling in front of him and he leaned forward and immediately began unbuttoning Aoi’s pants once more. He wanted Aoi on him and fast. He had been waiting all day for this particular scenario to play out.

Aoi’s face showed nothing of the frustration and annoyance he had been emanating ever since Uruha had cornered him on the couch in the living room wanting sex, but Uruha could see a faint desperation in Aoi’s jerking movements as he pulled his shirt over his head and then reached down to help Uruha pull his pants out of the way. Uruha was about to get fucked good and hard, and that realization sent shivers down his spine.



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