YnM Fanfiction

Sakura
Written by Calis

Disclaimer: YnM belongs to Yoko Matsushita-sensei

Chapter Ten: Significance

He soared, his soul taking flight when pleasure exploded. It took a while before Oriya regained his senses. He sprawled wantonly, luscious lethargy spreading over his body after the shattering experience of his first orgasm when Muraki relinquished his hold and leaned over. The older youth ran a lazy tongue over his lips, wiping away the last traces of Oriya's seed before capturing his mouth to kiss him tenderly. The moist velveteen lips slid over Oriya's mouth, gently possessing them and coaxing them to open for him with the soft pressure of his tongue. Oriya yielded, his lips parting in surrender to gain Muraki access. Their tongues entwined like dancers in an erotic tango and Oriya discovered an unfamiliar saline taste. Then realization dawned on him.

" Yes, that's how you taste like.... do you like it? " Muraki purred as he lovingly nuzzled Oriya's neck.

A little bashful, the dark head slowly nodded.

" Is... is... that how...men pleasure...each other? " Oriya asked hesitantly and felt heat flushing his face.

" Oh Oriya... what I did to you was but one of the many ways to pleasure a lover. " Muraki laughed, delighted by the boy's innocence.

The morning had dawned, sunlight streaming through the window dimmed by the curtains drawn, threw the bedroom into a cozy twilight gloom. Oriya embarrassed by his ignorance, turned his head to one side avoiding Muraki's gaze. A man had made love to him, surely such a thing was forbidden but the experience was indescribable. Oriya had dared to like a man and now after what had happened to him with Muraki, he no longer cared about decorum and conventions. The older youth rested his face against the curve of his neck, lightly tracing the line of his jaw with a thumb. He was still fully erect, his long hard length pressing against Oriya's side as he nestled closer.

" They called it fellatio. It's an ancient Latin phrase whose meaning I hope I have adequately demonstrated. " Muraki muttered the explanation softly into Oriya's ear.

" Fellatio... " Oriya pronounced the strange word slowly.

He rolled over, reversing their position until Muraki was beneath him. Oriya touched the pale ivory chest exposed by the light cotton robe tentatively, his hand roaming over the smooth texture of skin over muscle and bone. Remembering how it had affected him, Oriya rested his palm over a flat male nipple before brushing over it lightly. The nub peaked responding to the delicate caress. A soft sigh escaped from parted lips and taking it as a positive encouragement, Oriya bent and repeated the action with his lips and tongue. Emulating his sempai, he rubbed the tip of his tongue over the sensitive nubbin and felt a tremble running through Muraki.

" You learn so quickly, Oriya. " Long pale fingers ensnarled in the raven skeins pulling him down.

Oriya followed his sempai's lead, closing his mouth over the hard peak to suck. Feeling bold, he closed his teeth and bit lightly over the nub. Muraki gasped, his body arching reactively. Silver eyes darken with pleasure and approval, silently urging the younger boy. He let his hands explore, pushing aside the encumbering folds of Muraki's yokoi, journeying downward over the flat supple abdomen muscles until they cupped the prize they had been seeking. Oriya felt a little silly when he realized just what had been disturbing his sleep earlier on. It was nothing that he had not seen before but as he traced the shape of the organ again, he noticed the subtle differences from his own. The older boy was slightly thicker, and his tip was rounder.

He grasped Muraki's manhood in one hand and stroked, moving back and forth in a gliding motion. Muraki moaned as the pleasure intensified. He was already at the threshold of his control after restraining himself to give pleasure to his young lover. Already a small drop of his fluid tricked from his straining tip. He wondered if he could last until Oriya took him when he felt the hot wet warmth of a mouth on him. His hips bucked wildly, twisting as Oriya began to suck on the head of his penis. Yet knowing that the boy was not ready, Muraki did not push himself deeper into the moist heat instead he gave free rein to Oriya, letting the boy use his body, as he will. His body was shuddering, in pain from the ecstasy, craving the release that it needed but still Muraki resisted. When Oriya's tongue rasped over him once more, his control slipped away. Muraki tried to warn Oriya but he was too late, the suppressed explosion tore through him sweeping away the words from his mind.

The hot flood of fluid caught him unaware; Oriya froze not knowing what to do. He tried to swallow but it was too much, the thick viscous secretion choking him. He broke away, coughing violently. Oriya closed his eyes, hoping that the moment would pass before Muraki noticed. He was ashamed at his weakness. Ashamed that he could not return the pleasure that Muraki had given him. Oriya was starting to feel wretched when he felt something pulling on his hair. Muraki had entwined a heavy strand over his arm, wounding another loop of hair he exerted gentle pressure to reel Oriya in like a prized catch but Oriya hung back resisting.

" I'm sorry, sempai! I... couldn't.... " He shook his head in apology.

" No, Oriya. Don't. It was your first time and I didn't warn you on how it would be. You don't have to be ashamed. Not when you gave me so much pleasure... "

Muraki sat up and reached out, cupping Oriya's face. The gesture was intimate and Oriya felt strangely warm inside when the older boy glanced at him fondly. He pulled the slighter body into his arms, contented just to hold Oriya against him as he ran his hand over the long dark hair that flowed through his fingers like a black silken waterfall. Muraki loved Oriya's hair. The simple act of touching the midnight strands calmed the hidden demons that were a part of him. Oriya brought him peace and a tranquility that was rare, too rare in the eighteen years of his existence. Muraki kissed Oriya's forehead tenderly before letting go and was pleasantly surprised when the dark haired boy clung to him.

" I need to go to the bathroom and clean myself, Oriya... but I guess I could bring you... " The deep voice whispered suggestively.

" Eeh... " Oriya startled and jumped back.

Chuckling, Muraki purposely ruffled the younger boy's hair. He picked up the Oriya's discarded robe and pulled it over his lover's shoulders before he turned, giving Oriya a clear view of his naked back before he vanished into the adjoining bathroom. He did not take long, returning with a small damp towel in one hand and a glass of water in the other. Oriya looked up at him questioningly as Muraki set the glass down on the nightstand. He stiffened when Muraki put the towel on him but relaxed when he realized the older boy was cleaning him. Yet unused to the intimacy, Oriya flinched a little. Sensitive to his feelings, Muraki finished quickly and pulled the robe closed, reducing the sense of vulnerability that Oriya was feeling. He put on his own abandoned yokoi and picked up the glass of water, offering to the boy.

" Rinse your mouth, it will wash away the taste and make you feel better. "

Oriya looked at the glass and the clear liquid it contained for a moment as if considering. He took it from Muraki at last and lifted it to his lips but instead of doing what he had been told, Oriya took a swig and drank until he emptied the glass. The dark cinnamon eyes defiant as they locked with lustrous gray in an impromptu contest of wills. While Oriya accepted that Muraki was much more knowledgeable than him in many areas, he refused to be coddled like a child and told what to do. What he wanted more than anything was to be his sempai's equal. Oriya wanted to be companion, friend and after last night with what they had just shared, his lover. He had bared his soul and he needed something in return. He needed to know just what he meant to Muraki. He would not be an amusement or a diversion, forgotten when the fancy has waned.