CAKE

Chapter 7

"Farther," Seiji begged.

Shu licked his lips. "Farther?" he whispered hoarsely.

"Farther," Seiji confirmed.

Shu gently reached forward and slowly pressed the plastic dildo in farther. The low moan from Seiji caused him to shiver, his hand accidentally hitting the on-switch.

"Oh fuck!" Seiji screamed as he flung his head back and grabbed fistfuls of the comforter.

Shu was rock hard and staring.

Every muscle in Seiji's exquisite body was tensed, and sweat clung to his brow. His mouth was open in a silent ecstatic cry. Shu used the Vaseline that still clung to his hands to stroke himself as he watched the blonde beauty writhe on the bed. The smooth humming from the vibrator rang in his ears.

"Oh god, Shu… Turn… turn it off. I… I don't want to… cum without you inside me."

Shu's knees went weak. He didn't know if he had the strength to fulfill the blonde's request. But when he saw Seiji begin to shudder, he somehow found the willpower to move. He flipped the switch off. Seiji's lower lip quivered, and his entire body was stretched taut.

It was a few minutes before Shu found his voice.

"Do you want me to take it out?"

"No." The blonde shook his head slowly. "Not yet. I need… I need to calm down first."

The bearer of Kongo enjoyed the flustered, flushed look on Korin no Seiji's face. He wanted it to stay there. And more importantly, he wanted to be the cause of it. Still absently stroking his erection, he watched the blonde fight for control over his raging hormones.

He couldn't stand it any longer. The sight of Seiji, bent over on all fours, naked, on his bed, breathing heavily, was too much for Shu. He wanted to be where that plastic, pink dildo was.

He leaned forward and smelled Seiji. The blonde shivered. Shu decided he liked that. So he licked Seiji.

The blonde moaned, and Shu's tongue got more daring. So did his hands. He tentatively reached out and gently moved the base of the dildo as he licked a trail from Seiji's ass to his neck. The blonde's body twitched, and Shu could feel the hiccups down Seiji's spine.

Shu savored the salty flavor of the light glaze of seductive sweat on the delicate, graceful neck. The taste was far sweeter than even the cake that bore the swordsman's name that had been abandoned in a sexually induced departure. He laved the long, lean neck with his tongue, swirling it in the crevices and indentations of tangy flesh. The craving for more caressing his mind.

Slowly and meticulously timing it with his attention to the blonde's elegant throat, Shu began to remove the fake phallus. Seiji's swollen lips panted with each minute movement, his eyelashes fluttering in bliss.

Then Shu had an idea.

Leaning his chest against Seiji's back, he once more licked the smooth skin, the muscles twitching just under the surface. One hand braced himself and the other… the other toyed with the plastic dick in the blonde's ass. He began to slowly pull and then push the dildo, causing it to slide in and out. Barely moving it at first, then gradually increasing the pace. He felt the ripples spreading across Seiji's back - the involuntary twitching of sexually overloaded muscles.

Harder and farther he thrust the phallus in and out. Seiji's gasps were turning into rhythmic panting and moaning. Shu continued licking the salty sheen off the swordsman's back, relishing the exquisite taste.

Finally, Shu pulled the dildo all the way out and plunged it back in.

Seiji screamed and rocked his hips back, forcing the plastic in all the way.

That did it for Shu. Kneeling between Seiji's legs, he wrapped his arm around the blonde's waist and pulled him up and back into his arms, resting his own ass on his heels. As he did so, he pulled the dildo all the way out and instead of thrusting it back in, he took its place, slowly impaling the blonde on his own sex toy.

Seiji gasped and shuddered. "Shu?"

The bearer of Kongo was desperately trying not to cum. He was trying to calm himself so he could at least enjoy himself a little first.

"Is… is that… you?" Seiji stuttered.

"Yeah," Shu managed.

"Oh god," Seiji moaned.

"Fuck," Shu swore.

They stayed that way for a few minutes. Neither moving. Both concentrating on just remembering to breathe.

Seiji began the movement. Slow and languid. Using his thigh muscles to gently raise and lower himself. Now it was Shu's turn to moan. One of his arms wrapped around the blonde's chest, the other grasped a pale hip.

Hands reached around and tangled in smoke blue locks. A rough callused hand found the open petroleum jelly jar and smoothed some of its contents over an aching, hard erection rising out of pale, yellow curls. Mouths fused, tongues collided. Leg muscles strained and tight. Even rhythmic thrusts.

Shu could feel the link intensifying the emotions and deep stroking. The smell of Seiji's hair swirled in the air; Shu sucked in the scent like a nectar, his hand pumping the hardened, lubricated shaft like it was his own.

"Ugnhhh!" Seiji's hips bucked, and his body twitched. "Oh god, Shu!" he screamed.

The brunette felt something warm and wet squirt across his hand, but he kept stroking, his body on automatic pilot. The tight muscle clenched and constricted around his throbbing dick, coaxing a guttural grunt from his throat as his semen coated Seiji's insides. He was breathing hard, his chest heaving and rubbing against the blonde's back. He gulped in air and rode the orgasmic wave as it continued to ripple through his body.

***

Three sets of limbs lay tangled in a heap on the living room floor. They slowly began to extricate themselves and spread out.

"Do you think we need to tell them to close the link next time? That could have been embarrassing," the redhead breathed.

"Hell no, dude. That was wicked!" their leader panted.

"When do we get ta do that again?" the archer gasped.

***

Shu curled up on the bed behind Seiji, wrapping his arms around the swordsman. The sleepy, dreamy smile was still plastered to the blonde's face. Shu buried his head in Seiji's hair enjoying the scent and basking in the afterglow.

"Stay here with me tonight, Shu. Please?"

Shu didn't comment that they happened to be in his room. "Cool."

The blonde smiled wider and scooted his body closer and tighter into those strong, muscular arms.

"Seiji?"

"Hm?"

"Do you think there's any cake left?"