YnM Fanfiction

Sakura

Written by Calis

Disclaimer: YnM belongs to Yoko Matsushita-sensei

Special Chapter Two: Moth to Flame

Muraki kissed him passionately as he stripped Oriya of his robe before laying the sixteen-year-old down onto the thick soft futon. The boy was beautiful, tresses of long midnight hair strewed carelessly across the white mattress. His body slender but sleekly muscled honed by years of kendo training and standing proudly was his erect member. Feeling shy and conscious in front of the devouring silver gaze of the older youth, Oriya tried to cover himself but Muraki stopped him.

Grasping his wrists gently with one hand, Muraki brushed his lips fervently against Oriya’s palms before releasing them. Though he did not say a word, Oriya understood that Muraki would not have him hide and did not resist further. He stroked his index finger teasingly against Oriya’s lower lip as he eased the boy’s thighs apart and settled himself between them even as one hand closed over Oriya’s penis and began fondling it tenderly. Oriya groaned and his fingers clenched, pulling wildly at the blankets as sensations which he never experience before overwhelmed him. He cried out, his hips jerking and thrusting wildly when Muraki ran his tongue lazily over Oriya’s hard throbbing length before fellating in earnest. Unable to endure the acute pleasure, Oriya shuddered and came, spilling himself into Muraki’s sensuous mouth.

The silver-haired youth suckled greedily, nipping the vulnerable tip with his teeth as he swallowed his lover’s semen with relish. Oriya moaned like a wounded animal as intense sensations wrecked his body until his penis became flaccid one more. Dazed, he was totally unprepared when Muraki lifted his ankles and placed them over his pale shoulders. One finger probed against the tight untried opening, kneading a little before it slid in. The unfamiliar invasion startled Oriya and his hazel eyes reflected his uncertainty. Muraki leaned over him, supporting his weight on his elbows as he rested his brow against Oriya's intimately with his eyes closed.

" It's similar to the first time for a woman. I won't lie and say it will not hurt. There will be pain when I come into you but I still have some sense of honor, Oriya. I leave the choice to you. What will you decide? "

" Take me, Sempai. " It was a foregone conclusion.

" I will try to be gentle. "

Muraki positioned himself between Oriya's legs, preparing him as he inserted two fingers slowly into his tightness, widening him for what is to come. As he got used to the sensation, Oriya started to relax, his body yielding to the gently thrusting motions of Muraki's hand. Unable to hold back any longer, Muraki removed his fingers and replaced them with the touch of his hard flesh. Capturing Oriya's mouth, he silenced the cry of sudden pain as he penetrated Oriya with one swift thrust. The younger boy struggled but Muraki imprisoned him with the weight of his body, exercising the utmost control to keep himself from rutting like a beast and hurting Oriya until the boy's body stretched to sheath his thick length tightly.

Pleasure soon replaced the fleeting pain as Muraki began to move, withdrawing until he was almost out of Oriya's body before plunging in. Oriya shuddered with need and instinctively lifted his hips to meet each subsequent thrust, his arms locked tightly around the older youth and pleasure continued to mount. They reached the peak together, exploding into a climax as Muraki tensed his muscles before pouring his seed deep into his lover.

They lay together, quietly entwined in the aftermath of their first lovemaking. Muraki held Oriya tenderly, cradling the younger boy in his arms as he used his shoulder to pillow Oriya's head. He ran his fingers through the thick ebony mane, letting the strands slip like silk through his hands. Muraki was strangely humbled by the fact that Oriya had given himself freely. Mindful of the first experience that he had given to Oriya, Muraki was about to open his mouth and ask when he noticed his lover's breathing had fallen into the steady rhythm of sleep. Brushing Oriya's forehead with a tender kiss, Muraki smiled and drew up the covers around them both before he closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep.