YnM Fanfiction

Sakura

Written by Calis

Disclaimer: YnM belongs to Yoko Matsushita-sensei

Chapter Nine: Passion Play

Oriya tossed and turned, unconsciously rubbing his body against a warm source of heat as he snuggled closer. Releasing a contented sigh, he threw an arm and flung one leg over the yielding mass, hugging it like a bolster. He continued to happily slumber on, relishing the opportunity to sleep late on a Saturday morning until he became of a new sensation gradually. Something long and hard was pressing uncomfortably against his belly. A little disgruntled, Oriya closed a hand over the annoying thing but missed the soft hiss of breath that accompanied his action.

Unwilling to stir from the hazy realm of sleep, Oriya traced the shape blindly with his hand. It felt velvety smooth, warm, heavy and strangely alive to his touch. Puzzled, he had no idea what it could be and he did not remember taking something of that weight and feel into bed with him. Oriya grasped the odd rod-like thing and fingered the tip, totally unaware of the effect that the unwitting contact caused. A slight frown ceased his brow when he thought it gave a small jolt against his palm. Deciding not to be bothered with it as long as it was not pressing against his stomach, Oriya flipped over to his side with a small snore.

Neglected suddenly, Muraki heaved a sigh of disappointment. The innocent explorations of Oriya’s hand were making him throb painfully. He had awakened earlier but had been contented to relax with Oriya wrapped around him until the younger boy’s restless stirrings had woken up another part of him. Muraki studied the sleeping figure with long raven locks spread across the white bed linen and those long shapely limbs sprawled carelessly, giving the older youth an eyeful on the expanse of bared skin.

Falling deeper into sleep, Oriya did not react when the slash of his yokoi was freed with a quick swift tug nor was he aware when practiced hands deftly opened his robe allowing hungry silver eyes to sweep over the naked figure so temptingly yet unconsciously flaunted. Oriya was delightfully made and generously endowed but the visual feast was not enough to appease the ache not while it fanned the flames of his desire. Muraki leaned over the sleeping youth and gently lifting a tress of midnight silk, touching it to his lips in a kiss as he inhaled the fresh clean scent. Peony, white lily and spicy carnation, he identified the unique scents that had been ingeniously combined to create the aromatic blend. Muraki smiled, it suited Oriya perfectly.

He took the lock of hair and using it like a brush, he grazed the sensitive skin of Oriya’s throat. The sensation made the boy quivered a little but did not wake. Pleased with the response, Muraki lightly brushed against Oriya's neck again from the curve of his jaw continuing down this time, light touches in passing until he reached one copper male nipple. Like an artist, he stroked the small nubbin of flesh, caressing Oriya with his own hair. Oriya made soft moaning sounds, caught in the rapture of what he thought was a dream. His body twisted, arching as Muraki teased his hard straining nipples in delicious torture. The soft moans soon became full throaty cries of desire.

Blood rushed through him like fire as his body answered primevally to the acute pleasure that his sensitive nipples were experiencing. Oriya was aroused, his manhood fully erect. Muraki's lips curved in satisfaction as he bit and nipped playfully at Oriya's collarbone. One hand found a nipple and rubbed it erotically between thumb and index finger while a rough tongue did the same to its twin. Oriya jerked awake when Muraki's hot wet mouth replaced his tongue and suckled. There was no time for confusion as a fresh wave of pleasure flooded his senses.

" S...e...m...p...a...i.....? " Oriya gasped weakly.

The next sound he made was a startled cry when Muraki slid over him. He moved with agonizing slowness, tormenting Oriya as naked skin scraped and rubbed sensuously against naked skin. His senses stretched as tight as a taunt wire, Oriya writhed in instinctive need for more contact. The intense friction was almost too much to bear. And when he felt the warm heavy velvet length against his thigh, Oriya suddenly understood what exactly he had been touching earlier. A faint blush dusted his cheek and Muraki chuckled and even that deep sexy sound of amusement affected him as his body produced blatant proof.

Oriya never felt like this before, a storm was churning madly within as new unfamiliar sensations wrecked his body. He protested with a whimper when Muraki drew back, breaking the intimate contact. The boy was beautiful, smooth satiny skin flushed with heat and passion as he burned with desire but the innocent creature did not know of the release he craved. Muraki relished the thought of teaching him. He stroked the lithe body, trailing his fingertips from Oriya’s trembling mouth straight down his belly to the dark curly nest from which his rampant erection arched proudly. Muraki paused, dragging out the inevitable moment before he continued fondling the boy's scrotum before moving sensually up the turgid length from base to tip.

" Muraki! " Oriya shouted his name hoarsely.

" What are you do-"

The question became wordless pants as Muraki lapped his swollen member leisurely with his tongue. Grasping the base of the shaft firmly with one hand, he stroked the tip with his thumb as he nipped lightly with his teeth. The room seemed to be spinning as Oriya's vision blurred as a hot wet tongue flicked at loose fold of skin, scraping at the glans to lick at the secretion that seeped from the small slit between them. Oriya cried out again when Muraki sheathed the younger boy with his mouth. Intuitively, Oriya lifted his hips as he tried to thrust against the velvet and heat that engulfed him. Liquid fire seemed to pool between his legs as Muraki sucked. It burned hotter and hotter making Oriya thrash, tossing his head from side to side at the pleasure that was almost like pain.

The viscous whitish secretion trickled from the tip of his penis again and Oriya whimpered, begging Muraki to ease the throbbing ache. The older youth smiled wickedly, his silver eyes dark with smothering hunger, running his tongue over his lips. He applied pressure lightly on his hold and took Oriya in his mouth again. Running his tongue over the hard length, Muraki released his grip. Twisting his hips franticly, Oriya shuddered, as waves of heat burst through him again and again as he came. His body jerked and thrust brazenly as Muraki swallowed his very essence.