Sweet Feasts:

He stood at the doorway, with the light from the bathroom behind him creating a dark silhouette of his slender body. He was wet from the quick shower he had taken; skin flushed a light pink with droplets of water like crystal dew upon it. His flaxen locks were plastered to his head, limp damp strands falling into his eyes which blazed with mischief and undeniable want.

Slowly, he licked his lips and eyed his feast for the evening. The dark-haired boy sitting at the edge of the bed was just as naked, damp and so nervous it was palpable. He made a low sound akin to a moan as his parents laughter floated up to them from the living room.

He licked his lips and tried – for the umpteenth time – to talk them out of this. For although his body screamed for attention, rational thinking would have to take precedence for now.

“My parents will hear us…” he began with what he hoped to be a harsh voice of reprimand. But to his chagrin, it was nothing but than a trembling whisper. The blond smiled and walked closer to him, footsteps light and noiseless on the carpet. He fell to his knees before the worried one and roughly pushed his thighs apart.

“We’ll be quiet,” he replied in a husky whisper, eyes marveling at the erect length before him. Its swollen tip glistened with clear but thick drops of pre-cum and he crooned softly in delight, flicking out a hot tongue to lick it clean.

The boy gasped at the sensation, hands fisting clumps of his bed sheet as long lashes fluttered weakly. “They think…” he swallowed tightly for the other had just blown softly on his hard flesh. “They think we’re…ah!”

“Taking a shower after a long hard day of working outside in the garden,” the blond replied slowly. He wrapped a hand around the warm and throbbing organ and began to move – up and down – faster – until its owner gave a low whimper of pleasure.

“Hah…”

His hips moved forward and the blond opened his mouth to take as much of it as he could. The effect was immediate – a tightening of young muscles on his lean frame - his body arching into relief, a marvelous picture of male beauty for any aspiring artist to admire. He gritted his teeth and threw his head back, his vision blurring for a moment before squeezing his eyes shut.

In his mind, he screamed out the blond’s name. Over and over again like a mantra, like a dying man needing sustenance to survive, unable to comprehend how a tongue can be this talented, this wicked, this…

“No…” he begged feverishly, his voice thick, cracking beneath the intensity of his lust. “Not there…oh God, not there…!”

He cried out helplessly as his balls were captured – one at a time – and sat up quickly. He sank his hands into the full thick of hair below him, eyes still closed, his heart a fast thudding unsteady rhythm in his chest. He was going to die. He just knew he would. His partner was sucking even harder, finding little pleasure points he never knew existed before. The world was beginning to spin out of control, his entire being trembling, shivering, quaking with his imminent explosion.

His fingers tightened within those golden locks.

“Aaah…! Wolf….Wolfram…! I’m com…coming…I’m going to come….please…stop…!”

He somehow, and with great effort, managed to open his eyes and what he saw in those beautiful emerald depths, broke any resolve he might have had left.

“Oooh….God…!”

It was painful bliss – a mind numbing rush of heat that seemed to flow from the roots of his hair to the tips of his toes which were now curled in delight. He thrust into that amazing mouth, letting himself go, feeling the thick release of his seed as it was greedily swallowed by his partner. He moaned, a long low sound of satiation and exhaustion, his damp black locks sticking to his forehead as he leaned forward…forward…until he sent them both tumbling to the floor.

“Sor…sorry,” he muttered in embarrassment as he was pushed away gently and forced to lie on his back. He was panting, still trying to recover from the intense experience, dark eyes watching as the blond licked away the last few drops from his lips. He flushed darkly and tried to turn away but his chin was seized, his lips captured in a hot kiss that tasted of semen, saliva and mint.

Dear Gods, he couldn’t get enough.

“Yuuri,” the blond whispered thickly against his partner’s swollen lips.

“Hmm?”

“You’re getting hard again…”

The boy turned a bright beet red and shifted restlessly. It wasn’t a very good idea, for both boys gave low moans of distress.

“About your parents…” the blond began with a doubtful and yet hopeful look in his eyes.

Yuuri glanced at the door, heard the low laughter again and smirked. “I think we’ve got enough time for some more fun. Only this time…”

He shifted positions to straddle the surprised blond, dark eyes now filled with mischief. “I think it’s finally time I get to have my way with you.”



-The End-


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