Mayo ficlets von Toshi ================================================================================ First time ---------- He should have known that heavy makeout-sessions like these would lead to short breaths and grabby hands. He knew that, and yet he did nothing to keep Yosuke from making these tiny gasping noises, to keep himself from worming his hands under his boyfriend's shirt and kissing his neck. Yosuke's hands were grasping at Masaru's t-shirt, eyes shut, and cheeks bright red. He must have felt embarassed, too, since he buried his face in the blond's crook of the neck. He had also long ago given up on reciprocating the caressings and just laid on top of Masaru's body. The latter moved his hands aimlessly up and down the Yosuke's back, tracing his spine, up to the nape of his neck, and suddely the smaller one shuddered and made a noise that sounded far too needy. "Oh crap, are you okay-" Masa's sentence was cut short by a pair of lips crushing onto his own, and both of Yo's hands burying themselves into the bleached strands. Masaru lost hold of the other while he was climbing up, now sitting on his crotch, which sent a jolt through his body. Yosuke was still claiming his lips so that he couldn't speak, so he put his hands on his shoulders to slightly push him away. He sensed where this was going, and he was on the verge of panicking. "Yosuke, s-stop", he gasped, which probably didn't sound very convincing. Yosuke looked at him with big eyes and a red face. "Ah, I.. sorry. You don't.... uh, want....?" He sounded almost startled, and genuinely sorry, and he looked like he was about to cry. Crap. Masaru bit his lip. ".....dunno.." He could not handle to look at the other's face, so he stared at his hand beside him. Did he want to? Maybe.... probably. It was not like he'd never imagined it, with Yosuke, but he was still pretty scarred from the few occasions with Kenta back then. They weren't very good experiences and he had ended up crying every time. To be perfectly frank, he was scared to fuck things up and bawling like a baby again. Or worse; make Yosuke cry. "I..." Yosuke started, almost inaudibly. ".. would like to... maybe." Oh, Jesus Christ, this boy would be the death of him one day. Masaru grabbed Yosuke's hands and pulled him back down with him, back landing in the cushions. He looked at him for a moment, saying nothing, before kissing him square on the lips and felt his heart throbbing in his throat, but decided to ignore it. It would be okay. His hands were back on Yosuke's skin, lips tracing their way down to his neck, and Yo gasped (and it went straight to his groin, oh man). Unlike a few minutes before, Yosuke actually participated this time, shaky hands finding Masaru's sided through his shirt, and reclaimed his lips. Every touch of their tongues sent thrills through his spine and made his head fuzzier and fuzzier. A very (very) hesitant hand sneaked beneath Yosuke's waistband, and his fingertips just sat there, not moving. Yosuke seemed to understand this as a hint and very (very!) hesitantly moved his hips in return. Oh damn. Oh damn! It took everything in Masaru to not gasp loudly at that. Yosuke made a tiny noise, though, muffled by their still locked lips. He moved again, and holy shit, breathing just became a fucking task. So did thinking, so instead of overthinking his actions, Masaru just moved his hand further down beyond the waistband and pushed Yosuke's crotch down another time, until it became a rhythm. It was Yosuke who broke the kiss to gasp into Masaru's neck, his hands clinging at his shoulders. "M-Masa...." he breathed more than he spoke before planting a lot of small kisses on the other's neck. Masaru tried to respond, but out came only a right-out moan which he would definitely feel embarassed about later. The air around them became really hot and really humid, and Masaru felt the heat rush through his whole body before he tilted his head back and thrusted up while pushing Yosuke's hip down and he could swear he was seeing stars (which was probably just the cushion pressing in his face), and then it was over, limbs weak, skin sticky and clothes damp with sweat and junk. Holy shit. The boys just laid there for a few moments, breathing heavily, hearts beating against their ribcages. Yosuke still hid his face in his boyfriends's shoulder. "H...hey, Yo... are you alright?" He didn't reply immediately and Masaru began to worry. Maybe he had hated it? Fuck. He noticed the location of his hand and quickly removed it from there. "Mhm..." it sounded muffled against the fabric. "Are you sure?" No reply. "Did you.... hate it?" He whispered his question, suddenly very embarassed. "No.... I mean.." Yosuke was obviously very uncomfortable. Maybe he wasn't into guys after all and had just realised that now? Masaru began to panic for the second time tonight. "It's just..." Yosuke buried his face deeper into Masa's shoulder. "..I'm not..... finished.." .....oh. Fuck. "Fuck, I- I'm so sorry." Masaru wanted to die on the spot. Of course he could not like it if he didn't even get to get off. Masaru sat up and he was now the one hiding his face in his boyfriend's shirt. "I'm really sorry, oh god" Yosuke ran his fingers through the blond hair. "Shh, it's alright.." He looked at Masaru sheepishly as he looked up, super red in his face. "You, um.... could help me... maybe..?" Masaru's heart jumped into his throat at that and his eyes widened. "Wha-" "Don't act like you don't know what I meant by that, oh my god, you're so stupid!" Yosuke let himself slump down to the side, face behind his hands, and he winced. This picture of misery made Masaru smile a little bit, and he leaned over his whiny boyfriend and smooched his cheek. "Sorry... I guess I.. I could do that." No reaction. Yosuke laid there, still with his face behind his hands, but he eventually spoke. "Okay.." He still did not move, though, so Masaru pushed him onto his back by the shoulders, and he could swear this position was oddly familiar to him. "Alright" he announced and leaned down to kiss him, on the mouth this time. This should do, this is a good start. He propped himself up on his elbows, his hand holding Yosuke by the jaw, gently caressing him with his thumb. He ran his tongue across Yosuke's upper lip and then sucked it into his mouth, making him let escape a small noise and wrap his arms around Masaru's shoulders. The other hand that had been idly laying next to Yosuke's head began to creep under his shirt, very hesitantly and very slowly running over the heated skin of his chest and belly, coaxing more noises out of Yosuke's throat. Masaru was glad that his boyfriend seemed to enjoy this, at least, since he could not muster up the courage to go a step further just yet. His hand came to a stop at his hipbone and just sat there for a while, until Yosuke whispered something against Masaru's lips. "..come on..." Shit, he must have noticed his nervosity. But he didn't seem disgruntled or disappointed, just.... very needy, wriggling away under him. Alright. Time to shut your brain out and get to business. His hand began to move again, down south, and it had to feel agonizing just how slowly he went, and he hoped Yosuke could forgive him. He hadn't noticed that he had broken the kiss until Yo gasped loudly at the first touch, and it made Masaru feel all kinds of things. He kissed his neck. "Are you ok?" Yosuke's reply was a breathy "ya", and he pressed Masaru tighter to his body, bucking his hips up a little. Masaru smiled. He moved his hand steadily, running his thumb over the head for which he earned a needy whine each time, breath getting more ragged and uneven. "M.. Masa.." he managed to breathe out, clinging tightly to his shoulders, angled his leg up and thrusted into Masaru's hand before he spilled all over it. Ah.. Yosuke didn't move for a moment, the blond still in his death grip, and breathed heavily through his nose. Masaru placed another kiss to his neck. "You alright?" "Yeah.." Hosted by Animexx e.V. (http://www.animexx.de)