++++ It's...Gravity [V2] ++++

POWER PLAY p. 2

“I ...” I moan and close my eyes again as he quickens his pace slightly. “Fuck, Seguchi! You ask me a question, let me – ah! – answer, dammit!”

He stops everything. I open my eyes, and he`s leaning casually back against his desk, arms folded across his bared chest. He`s still flushed and he`s still gasping for air, but he`s smirking once again and I curse, realizing what I`d asked.

“Oh, go right ahead.” he smiles. “I have all the time in the world.”

God, he`s hot. I think that streak of maliciousness is a lot of what pulls me to him. And the fact that although he`s as pretty as a girl, but he`s not soft. He`s anything BUT soft.

I stand up and roughly kiss him again, pulling at his lips with mine and pushing his shirt off his shoulders. I can tell this action didn`t surprise him, and it was what he had expected me to do. I run my hands all over the smooth skin of his back, and then up his ribs and curse myself as I moan against my will. I can`t help it! He`s so damn smooth. Rubbing at his nipple, I pushed him back so that he`s sitting on his desk and all his papers. I start trailing kisses down his chin and nuzzle at his neck, listening to him pant and sigh and moan at the combination of sensations. He sounds amazing.

“I know that you`re enjoying yourself.” I can`t help but taunt him between kisses. One of his hands is gently ticking at my spine, sending shivers through my body.

He makes a sound like he`s gonna say something, but only a desperate mewl comes out as I gently pinch the hard little nub in my fingers. This is how I like it. I`m in control now and I know he`s loving it. As I run my tongue along his neck, I push the stack of books by his knee onto the ground and lift myself up so that I`m straddling his hips. I wince as I hear something crash loudly, and peering over, realize that it was a glass of water I`d fetched for him earlier.

“That had better not have been anything important, Amano.” he pants. “Or you`ll be paying for it.”

“It was nothing.” I lie. I grind my hips to his and we both cry out as our erections rub together. Fuck, I can`t take this anymore. We`re both guys, this level of foreplay can`t be good for either of us.

I kiss up his neck and nibble at his earlobe, bringing my hand down to his belt. “I want you.” I tell him, trying to sound as enticing as I can. I know that I`m here, molesting him on his desk, but I`m still at least half sure that he`s just trying to screw with me by letting me do this. That`s the last thing that I want. I want him to want me. I want him to respond to me with his body and with his heart and show some kind of desire for me that goes beyond messing with an employee.

He chuckles again, but his breath catches in the middle as I blow into his ear. Just let him try to make fun of me for this. “I`m serious.”

He gasps at the vibration of my voice right in his ear. I pull his belt out of its pant loops.

“You really want me?” he asks.

I unbutton his pants. “Well, obviously.” he gasps again. I undo his zipper. I catch his lips again and kiss him hard, swinging one of my legs off of his to give myself better reach. I slide my hand into his pants. Under the thin cloth of his boxers he`s as hard as a rock, and although I already knew that, my own cock twitches at the knowledge right in my hands. He`s moaning pathetically and trying to push himself harder into my hand. I stroke him as he did to me before. Slowly and teasingly, pleased with the way his eyes squeeze tightly shut and he thrusts his hips, desperate for more than I`m giving him. Eat that, Seguchi. He can`t even complain, cause turn about`s fair play. “Do you want me, too?” I can`t help but ask him.

“Yes.” He whimpers in response. I slide my hand under the elastic of his underwear and grasp his hard rod in my hand. He throws back his head and screams.

I`m really losing control. Fuck, I want him now. How exactly am I supposed to go about this? I know how it works, I mean, one does not have sexual fantasies about a man without figuring out how to do it. But this was most definitely not planned and I don`t have anything here to use for lube or anything ...

I`ll figure it out. I peer around the room. There`s a tube of hand cream sitting at the corner of Seguchi`s desk. That would have to do.

I pull my hand out of his pants. “Stand up.” I order.

He cocks his head, his eyes still closed, although he does turn his head towards my voice. “Telling me what to do, Senpai?”

He smiles.

I know that smile. I know all his different smiles. That sweet as sugar smile means I`m in deep shit.

I find my voice. “Yeah, I am.” I put up some false bravado. I`m scared shitless, I really am. And for some stupid reason, it`s only serving to turn me on more. “For once, Seguchi, you`re taking orders from me.”

He keeps his smile as he wiggles from under me and stands. “You`re still calling me by my last name while we`re having sex on my desk? Very professional, Takashi.”

I turn my head to stare at him. He`s so frank about it. I think I`m blushing again. “Shut up.” I snap. “You call me ‘senpai’ while treating me like crap, it`s only fair.”

I go to dismount from the desk and fix us into the right position. But I`m rather surprised to feel his hand on the small of my back and hear his voice very close to my ear. “Really, Takashi, who said that you were going to be in change here?”

“I ... what?” I demand.

I have no clue how he manages to do the things he does when he`s blind. I mean, I`ve always had no clue, but having sex with him is making it even worse. He slips his hand under me to undo my buttons and pull down my fly like he just naturally knows exactly where it is.

He`s gonna make me the bottom, here.

That does not make sense. I know enough about how these things work to know that I`m taller, older, and manlier. Topping is my job. But he`s slipping down my pants and my boxer shorts and I feel exposed as anything. Fuck, this is not happening. And I`m even hornier than before. Is that possible?

“Could you pass me that cream, Senpai?” he asks pleasantly.

I`m too scared of him to protest.

A moment passes and then I feel a hand on my ass, searching. A slick finger slowly pushes into my entrance. I groan. It feels weird, good, and unpleasant all at the same time. A second finger, and he scissors his fingers to stretch me. Shit. This is too good. A third finger, and he hits something inside of me that feels so fucking good I think I`m gonna die. “Shit!” I yell.

He`s stroking that spot and I whimper like an idiot. “Oh ... oh ... oh ...” I don`t have any control over what I`m saying anymore, it`s all just coming out in one vulgar, loose stream. “Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck. Shit, Seguchi, that feels so fucking good!” It feels so full ... God. I feel like I`m gonna come just from this.

“See? Is it really so bad?” he asks, his voice by my ear again.

I think he purposely hits my prostrate as I go to answer, forcing me to respond with nothing more than a desperate cry.

“That`s what I thought ...” he chuckles.

“Just fuck me, dammit.” I grate out. My arguments about being bottom are completely gone now, the three fingers in my ass did well convincing me that this was going to be pleasant. I did go into this to prove that I was in control, but that doesn`t matter in the slightest anymore. All that matters is him.

“If you insist.” The fingers disappear. A long moment passes and I crane my neck to try to see what`s taking his so goddamned long. I nearly pass out at the sight. Seguchi`s pants are open, his huge dick is out and his hand is wrapped around it as he spreads the cream onto it. His eyes are squeezed tightly shut and he`s biting his lip. God, he looks so hot, just standing there in pleasure. “Hey!” I manage to pant out at him. “Come on, I can`t take this. Do it!”

He nods silently and fumbles around for a moment, placing a hand on my ass and moving around to try and find the right spot. His penis hits my open entrance and I bite my lip and gasp. “There,” I tell him. Anything to get this going faster.

He takes his time sliding inside. As I feel his considerable length enter me, I wince. It hurts. The fingers were one thing, but he`s fucking huge and I`m completely new to this. His breath is coming out in short gasps. There`s no way he`s done this before, either, I think. Suddenly the whole thing feels really, really kinky. Two virgin schoolboys screwing on a desk. I keep thinking that, it keeps my mind of the discomfort of this first contact.

He`s completely buried inside me now, and the uncomfortable feeling is passing. Instead, it feels absolutely incredible. He pulls back and pushes in again, and he hits that spot inside of me. I hear someone screaming loudly. I think it`s me. Seguchi starts thrusting at a quick pace. It`s a little erratic, I`m very sure that he`s completely inexperienced. Fuck, it feels good. Feels so good. I squeeze my eyes tightly and throw my head back, rocking my ass back against his hips, desperately striving to get more of him. So full, so tight, so good.

I feel something pumping at my hard cock and realize it`s his hand. Both sensations at the same time nearly send me over the edge, but I hold out for a bit longer at least. I still don`t know what he`ll do afterwards, and I want to enjoy this while it lasts.

“Oh ... oh ...” he`s panting hard and his thrusts are becoming more and more frenzied. He`s pounding right into my sweet spot with every stroke. “So good. So good.”

It`s nice to hear that he`s enjoying it. God knows I am.

I`m close. I`m so close. I don`t want to come yet, I don`t, I don`t want to face what`s doubtless gonna come after, but I can`t help it. My entire body feels like it`s gonna explode. This is it. This has to be it.

“Ah ... ah ... Setsuna!” I fling my head back and scream and I erupt. I`m blowing my load all over the papers on his desk. Somewhere at the back of my mind, I mourn that I`ll be blamed for it. I can barely make out the sound of Seguchi crying out my own name and the feeling of him slamming into me those last few times.

I collapse onto the scattered papers and my own sticky come, completely spent. I`m vaguely aware of Seguchi pulling out of me and plopping down into his office chair. Neither of us say anything. I know that I screamed his first name when I was coming, and I heard him say mine as well.

So what`s changed, now? I know that he`s not not into guys. I know that he`s up for sex, or at least sex with me, even though it`s pretty damn obvious he`s never had a partner before. That was a good sign. Did it mean I was special? Did it mean he was special to me? After all, I was never sure of my own feelings towards him. Or was that it? Are my sexual fantasies played out, though not in the way I`d intend at all, and now I`d be perfectly happy to fetch his slippers like the good like dogboy?

I force myself up onto my elbows and turn around. The sun is just finishing setting and it glints off his golden hair like a halo. His eyes are closed, but I can still see that serene blue in my head. He`s covered in sweat, sitting there, heaving, shirtless, his pants open.

I still want him.

There`s no doubting it. I have a crush on him. A serious crush on him. And it`s a crush that`s gonna become something more, I realize. My heart actually flutters when his girlish eyelashes flicker open and he pulls himself to his feel, bending over to pat along the ground, searching for his shirt.

Without thinking, I lift myself off the desk, and bend over to pick up his shirt, pressing it into his hand. “Um ... here, Seguchi,” I mutter. Fuck, this is awkward.

“Thank you, Amano Senpai.” he says, standing at pulling his shirt on. Part of me feels dammed exposed standing here with my shirt open and no pants, but he`s blind. He can`t see. There`s really nothing at all to be ashamed of.

He smiles professionally at me. “Well, this has been an interesting experience. Maybe we could try it again sometime. It helps alleviate stress.”

I know all of his smiles. But that one seems a hell of a lot sadder than usual. I think he`s regretting what we did.

But I`m not.

I smile my own smile. He can`t see it. But really, there`s a lot more to a smile than showing a face. I`m using this one to cover up how badly I want to hold him in the afterglow and tell him that despite the fact that I went in there mostly to fool around, and rpove to him who was boss, he actually means something to me. I really don`t want to fucking smile.

“Maybe,” I say. I pick the tone I use with him usually, like he did for me. Obedient, but not entirely happy. It`s sorta how I`m feeling, anyways.

We set about cleaning up. Silent. And smiling.

By Rosa Aquafire