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With Accident Comes Attraction	By : Bloodysyren Category: +. to F > Antique Bakery Views: 2517 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-With Accident Comes Attraction
- 1
    Tachibana heard a great deal of shuffling around in the back room, the squeak and slam of Ono’s locker door and the sharp click of boot heels on the tiled floor. Out from the shadows, emerging from that all-engulfing darkness was truly a demon, a blood thirsty, devilishly handsome specimen of the male sex. Tachibana’s jaw nearly dropped from the sight of this complete transformation. He was baffled. How could someone so innocent and plain-looking as Ono emerge so drop-dead sexy? He was definitely a gorgeous hunk. Tachibana swallowed hard. He had to get these feelings under control and quick. The sexy beast stalked up to him and commandingly said,

   “Let’s go.”

   “O-Okay.” Tachibana stammered sheepishly. Even his voice had changed. His demeanour and attitude were completely different. The clothes didn’t help either, but it was his voice that had changed from mild-mannered and childish to that low, sultry, husky purr that rumbled through Tachibana’s whole frame and made him weak in the knees. This was bad. Really, really bad. He wouldn’t admit it to himself, and never to Ono in a million years, but this smouldering transformation turned on Tachibana to the point that had Ono said, “I’m going to take you right now.” he would have gladly leapt up on that table.

   The pair strode out into the fading evening light and Ono escorted him to his favourite bar. A few drinks and one painful heart-to-heart later they left the smoky patrons behind, wandering down the street back towards the shop. The night, now completely surrounding them, was illuminated by the buzzing neon lights that invaded every corner of 2-Chome. As Ono and Tachibana stepped up to the shop door the demonic-charm came flaring up once again.

   “Tachibana…won’t you step inside and have a drink with me?” Tachibana stood there, heart fluttering like a nervous bird.

   “I’m not really sure that would be such a good idea…” He wasn’t sure how much longer he could stand being around Ono without something dire happening.

   “Please, it’s only one drink, pure and innocent. I promise.” That sweet, devilish smile caught him off guard.

   “Sure, why not. One drink won’t hurt I suppose.” He was ushered inside, perching nervously on the edge of the overstuffed couch. It was getting harder and harder to contain his blatant nervousness about being alone in the same room with Ono…especially this late at night. Anything could happen in this kind of situation. Was this really the best idea? He could always say that he didn’t feel well, that he wanted to get a good night’s sleep before tomorrow morning, that he had forgotten something, that something urgent had come up at home….that Ono looked so handsome and romantically debonair with his shirtsleeves rolled up like that, that the way the collared shirt with the buttons undone at the throat was making Ono look more and more like a sexy AV actor ….that Tachibana really wouldn’t mind giving this whole experimentation thing a shot. Instead he blurted out, “Thanks.” as a steaming hot cup of coffee was handed his way.

   “I figured we could use something to warm up with. I decided against the addition of alcohol, but I can go get some if you’d like me to.” Ono said, lowering his eyes in an apologetic gesture. Tachibana was locked in a staring contest with the dark liquid and made an indecisive noise, eyes looking wistfully into the bottom of the cup. Ono smiled a little, seated across from his boss and former high school classmate. He couldn’t help but steal a glance at Tachibana in his well tailored suit, so unlike what they were like as kids with their matching school uniforms, the high collar concealing all of the beauty of the man sitting before Ono. The baker sipped at his coffee, relishing in the warm spread of heat throughout his limbs, the low light of the café dimming his senses, making him sleepy, thoughtful.

   The blinds had been drawn, enclosing the two men in their own secret world, the old-world beauty surrounding them, the romantic feelings radiating throughout this room were nearly overpowering. Ono thought it might be best for him to make his first move.

   “Coffee good?” He questioned. Tachibana grunted softly, still contemplating the bottom of the cup, his eyes never leaving that bitter abyss, never once glancing up at Ono, fearing the consequences of looking head on into those dangerous eyes. The couch shifted, admitting a second sitter, hovering close to Tachibana’s ear. Nimble fingers gripped the cup as newly wetted lips whispered,

   “Won’t you give me one more shot, Tachibana?” The named man jumped, fingers nearly dropping the cup in his hands, as practiced fingers held fast to it, the searing liquid splashing out against Ono’s fingers, making him wince as he set the cup down onto the table. He gave a start cursing under his breath as he sucked at the injured digts. For a moment, Tachibana could only stare at those perfect lips, watching that velvet tongue slide out to soothe the sudden wounds. He wished that he was curled up in his bed at home, wishing he could pull the covers over his head, wanting to wake up, as if from a nightmare. But the beautiful injured man before him commanded his full attention all at once.

   “Are you alright? I’m so sorry, Ono, you just startled me, that’s all.” This side of Tachibana was so different from normal. In place of the accusatory flaming anger and muffled insults, there was actually compassion and a desire to fix the problems he had caused. This might be Ono’s only chance to snag him once and for all!

   “It’s alright. I’m alright, it’s just a slight burn, that’s all.” Ono turned away as if they were actors in a television drama. Tachibana turned to him, gripping his wrist,

   “No, let me see it. I was the one who caused you to hurt yourself. I should take responsibility.”

   “Really, I’m fine. I just need to ice it for a little bit and the pain should go away. Please, don’t worry about it…” His plan was working perfectly. Ono stood up, starting to move towards the kitchen door. Tachibana tightened his grip, standing and turning Ono to face him. Those caramel-coloured eyes bored into his own, making his legs shake. Soft lips collided against each other as Ono stole a kiss from his flustered boss. He let it linger for just a moment longer than needed before he tore himself away and escaped into the safety of the kitchen.

   Tachibana stood there in a daze as Ono ran icy water over his injured hand, smiling silently to himself, wondering how Tachibana took to that stolen kiss. Well, actually, it wasn’t stolen, as Ono believed that Tachibana had owed him one for a long long time. He had it coming. Ono shuffled around in the first aid kit and bound his fingers, returning to a blushing Tachibana who had resumed his staring contest with the offending cup of coffee. He came and took his place beside Tachibana, face equally flushed, staring down at his hands, trying to will his heart to slow at least enough to think.

   “Is your hand alright?” Tachibana asked.

   “Yeah, better now…” Ono answered mechanically, a slight smile playing on his lips. Tachibana turned slowly to look at Ono, putting on a brave face in the presence of this dangerous, and now injured, man-eater. Tachibana wasn’t quite sure what to say next. His brain refused to take the video of that kiss off of repeat, making him relive the softness of those lips, the pure urgency and desire that was poured into him from that honey-sweet mouth.

   Wait…why was he thinking things like this? Ono was the one and only man who had ever confessed his love those many years ago, and Tachibana, being completely immature and repulsed by it turned him down so violently that when they met again for the first time in 10 years Tachibana nearly feared for his life. To be completely at the mercy of the man who was so fiercely rejected that he could have easily held a grudge and desired revenge upon Tachibana, the snotty little rich kid who was opening up his own bakery. But this was completely different. Instead of lashing back with angry words or violence, Ono simply stood across the counter from Tachibana and happily agreed to work for him. Tachibana, once again was the one who blatantly said that Ono’s demonic-charm wouldn’t work on him, not back in high school, and not now.

   But here he was, having locked lips with that devilish fiend, thinking about how the smallest touch of his hand, the mere closeness of their bodies made his blood flare up, like someone had lit a fire in his heart. He was burning from the inside out. The heat was so strong that he could barely contain himself. Those words that Ono had said before he escaped into the safety of the kitchen, “Won’t you give me one more shot…” had ignited the fire of desire in him. Now there was no turning back.

   “Hey Ono?” Tachibana ventured, turning to face the other man.

   “Yes?” Those big doe eyes, like pools of amber staring him down helplessly.

   “I’ve been thinking about what you said earlier….you know, before I accidentally burned you?”

   “It wasn’t completely your fault…” Ono whispered under his breath, looking away for a moment.

   “I was thinking about it and… think I would like to give it another shot….” His voice trailed off as Ono looked at him in utter disbelief. He was so shocked he had no words. Tachibana sighed, thinking that his idea had been rejected, that Ono had moved on and forgotten his smitten confession in high school those many years ago. It was probably for the best not to feel too dejected. It was just a silly idea anyway, there’s no way that….that Ono’s tongue could be in his mouth, searching out his own desperately, hungrily, like a starving beast, ready to devour Tachibana, heart and soul. He gave a start of surprise and slowly pulled away, breaking the kiss, watching as Ono gazed at him with heavy lidded eyes, desire written all over his face.

   Before he could protest any further or at all, Ono had straddled his hips and was devouring his mouth passionately, fumbling with his belt, button, and zipper, releasing his half-hard sex, taking it in his strong grip. Tachibana gasped against those pressing lips, hands clenching in confusion, ecstasy dulling his mind. He suddenly felt the soft warm press of heated flesh against his member that wasn’t Ono’s hand. Glancing down he saw that Ono had released himself from those tight black pants and was gripping them both in an iron fist, rubbing them together, the heat nearly unbearable. Tachibana was long gone now, eyes heavy-lidded from lust, fingers gripping Ono’s shoulders, head resting hard against the back of the couch, hips jerking up, wanting more.

   “Is it good?” Ono gasped, panting heavily, his voice like it was when they went out, that sultry low rumble that made a knot form in Tachibana’s stomach. He couldn’t hold on any longer. He had to see what it was like. He wanted to, no…had to have Ono, now! He gave a weak push to Ono’s chest, wordlessly asking him to get off. Ono stood, hard cock still standing at attention, dripping that bitter honey from the tip. Tachibana was now in a predicament. To stand with his old acquaintance and drag him to the nearest bed, or to stay seated and hear more of those tempting noises spill from that talented mouth. Tachibana felt strong hands grip his hair, pulling harder as those slim hips thrust towards him, trying to get that hot cock into his mouth further.

   “Ah! Tachibana-san! So good!” Ono cried out, eyes closing in bliss, his body completely separate from his mind, mouth open, panting like an animal. He flinched as he felt warm fingers scorch his skin as they traveled beneath his shirt, seeking out those pale pink buds on his chest, making him whimper.

   “Oh! No…please….no more….if you do it all together I’ll…..Ohh!!” Ono couldn’t stop himself. He moaned deep in his throat, a sensual burst of sound from those trembling lips, as he spilled his seed into Tachibana’s mouth, hands holding his head there, riding out his orgasm to completion, his whole body shaking from pleasure.

   “I’m so sorry, Tachibana! I couldn’t help it!” Ono pleaded. Tachibana just smiled, swallowing with a little difficulty, the bitter taste filling his mouth. He gazed up into Ono’s face, both flushed with desire. Tachibana stood, still not saying a word. Ono thought that he might leave, nervous that he had angered his new boss and now he would not only lose his job, but a long lost friendship too! He opened his mouth to protest that it was only an accident when Tachibana suddenly grasped his wrist, the uninjured hand of course, and dragged him into the kitchen. Ono stood there baffled and slightly dishevelled as Tachibana gulped down a glass of water, trying his best to get the taste out of his mouth a little. Turning to Ono, he put on his strongest most commanding face,

   “Strip.” For the second time that night Ono was speechless. He figured that nothing bad could come of this request so he did as he was told, toeing off his boots and slowly unbuttoning his shirt, revealing that pale smooth skin, nipples a rosy pink from the earlier teasing. He started on his pants and heard the dull thump of something hitting the counter. Turning around, Tachibana had placed the bottle of cooking oil on the island in the middle of the room, eyes flashing dangerously. Ono dropped his pants with a shiver and let his boxers fall to the floor as well. Tachibana was staring him down, eyes cold, calculating. He definitely had a plan.

   “Up.” Tachibana commanded, braver now. “I want to see you…” He had to collect himself to say this next part, being so new to this whole process, “…touch yourself.” Ono started moving his hand towards his half-hard cock, fingers lightly brushing over the smooth skin.

   “Not there….lower.” Tachibana couldn’t bear to say Ono’s name for fear that his voice would crack, that the calm façade he had set up would crumble under Ono’s blinding skill at all of this. He wanted to prove that he could be just as commanding and…sexy as Ono was around all of those guys. Ono’s eyes went wide and then lowered to mere slits, that sultry voice returning, husky and low.

   “Tachibana-san,” he said slowly, dripping seduction, eyes locked on his prize, “Do you want me to prepare myself for you?” Tachibana blushed red, looking away, façade finally broken. He could no longer support his sexy domineering side….Ono had beaten him…made him weak with desire. He couldn’t take it anymore, mind working like mad, churning up imagined feelings and situations as he covered himself with his hands, biting his lip.

   Ono smiled and spun the cap of the oil open, spilling some into his palm. With his eyes never leaving Tachibana’s, Ono spread his legs slowly, sliding his hand along the entire underside of his body, slicking his entrance all the way up to the tip of his hardening sex. Tachibana’s body began to tremble, seeing his childhood acquaintance touch himself so inappropriately. After all, he should naturally be repulsed by such a sight, so why was he getting so turned on? Could it be he was so perverted that any sort of sexual act could get him going? No, that wasn’t it, because sometimes, he was turned off completely when ugly women flirted with him. He liked the cute ones who were busty and blushed whenever he looked their way. So, maybe it was becoming the same with Ono. The first time Tachibana had ever realized that just the sound of someone’s voice alone could turn him on was earlier this evening when Ono walked right up to him and suddenly became so commanding and seductive.

   But it still wasn’t the same with women as it was with Ono. After all, he was a guy and naturally has a lower pitched voice. But, come to think of it, Ono actually had kind of a high girlish voice in normal everyday life, but whenever he was in a sexual mood his voice dropped significantly, he became darker, more mature even, he became the kind of man that Tachibana could see himself with. So why was he getting all flustered about Ono when he could undeniably say that he was straight?

   “Ah….” Tachibana’s mind was ripped back to reality with that sultry moan. It was ringing in his ears. He could suddenly do nothing but watch helplessly as Ono, eyes still locked with his, slipped a finger inside himself, knees bent up to his chest, skin slick with a light sheen of sweat, his legs splayed seductively as he pushed that finger deeper into his body, eyes heavy with pleasure. He slowly added a second finger, letting out a passionate cry. Tachibana suddenly realized that he didn’t care that Ono was a man. It wasn’t just Ono that he was falling madly in love with. It was the sound of his voice. It didn’t matter that they were two thirty-something men in various states of undress in the kitchen of his newly-started bakery in the middle of the night. All of a sudden, that voice came washing over him again, like a heavy perfume, cloying and hot.

   “Ah…Tachibana-san…Mmmm, please….” He stepped forward, not able to stand it any more, feeling a powerful draw to Ono like never before. His hands reached out to brush down from Ono’s ears to his neck, his eyes taking on a caring look as if the man before him was writhing in pain instead of pleasure.

   “What can I do?” Tachibana’s voice was low, sultry. He whispered in Ono’s ear, teeth sliding teasingly along the outer shell, making the young baker shiver with desire.    Ono took in a shaky breath,

   “Your fingers….” He panted, “Use your fingers.” Ono reached out a sure hand, fingers connecting with Tachibana’s. He guided that hand down between his legs, singling out Tachibana’s first two fingers, pressing them against his entrance. Ono slowly slid out his own, replacing them with Tachibana’s slicked up digits.

   “You’ll have to push a little since the muscles are very strong down there.” Ono sighed, his body both relaxed and tense at the same time. Tachibana swallowed hard, his fingers pushing past the tight rings of muscle. Ono let out a pent up sigh, knuckles white from gripping Tachibana’s shoulders for dear life. He could feel his heartbeat pounding in his ears. Tachibana, not quite sure of what to do curled his fingers experimentally with some effort, making Ono toss his head back with a cry.

   “Ah! Tachibana-san…more….touch me more…please….” Came the pleading words, falling from his lips like spilt wine, legs opening wider, a high school crush’s harlot. Tachibana, emboldened by this shameless display curled his fingers again, straining his muscles to thrust deeper into Ono’s flushed body. He could see the sweat, like a sheer veil covering Ono’s heaving chest. He couldn’t resist the draw of that smooth skin. It was tantalizing him. Leaning down, Tachibana wrapped his free arm around Ono’s waist and dragged his tongue along exposed ribs, lovingly circling that pink bud.

   Ono’s eyes shot open, a gasp splitting the silence. He went limp in Tachibana’s arms and sunk down onto the counter. A churning pleasure twisted in his stomach. He needed to feel Tachibana’s hot length inside of him. He craved it. Gesturing weakly towards the floor Ono motioned towards his pants, laying discarded as if an invisible man lay crumpled in a heap, having leapt to his death from the tallest building. Tachibana extracted his fingers from Ono’s body and fished his hands into the pockets, finally retrieving a small coloured square.

   He was going to turn on his high school friend and rail at him for having secretly deceived him, saying that he had planned this all along, but he couldn’t take it any longer, they had already come this far and besides, how could he possibly resist such a tempting look, those caramel-coloured eyes pleading with him silently…Do it…Do it to me…please…I need it so badly….

   “I want you inside me…Tachibana-san…please…Do it to me…” There was that voice again. But it was different this time. As those words seemed to fill the whole room with their erotic panting sound, Tachibana slid the plastic sheath on and gripped the bottle of oil in shaking fingers. It was now or never.

   In a sudden surge of dominance Tachibana gripped Ono behind the knees, pushing them towards his chest as he guided himself closer to that tight entrance. He could feel Ono’s muscles tighten, preparing himself for the first painful push. Tachibana knew a little about how all of this worked with women and leaned in to whisper,

   “Relax…”

   “I’m trying….but it’s really difficult!”

   “Why?” Ono could feel Tachibana’s slick tip running along his backside, making him squirm.

   “Because it’s you, Tachibana-san. My old crush. The one that I have dreamed about doing this sort of thing with ever since I first met you.” Tachibana was speechless, his grip faltered for a second but then he got an idea.

   “Will it hurt you if I push in all at once?”

   “Not particularly,” Ono blushed, “I…kind of like it rough…”

   “Well then. Can you do one thing for me?”

   “What’s that?”

   “Say my name.”

   “Tachibana-san.” Ono spoke it softly, reverently.

   “No, not like that.” His voice playful, mischievous. “Say it like you mean it. Like you did when you told me to go with you tonight. Command me. Make me do it to you. Let me hear your voice.” Ono finally understood and his gaze hardened, turning into his domineering self, the person he knew everyone fell for in the end, even his old high school crush.

   “Tachibana-san…Do it to me.” At that command, Tachibana pushed in with all the force he could, shaft swallowed whole by the greedy body below him, splayed so seductively across the counter. He could feel the strong shudder of pleasure that tore through Ono’s whole frame, lust coursing through him into Tachibana’s hands, into his mind like a freezing hot poison. He couldn’t stop the jolt of ecstasy that shot up his spine as that searing heat drew him further into Ono’s body. Ono let out a strangled cry, deep and low like a wild beast, knees falling further apart, wrapping across Tachibana’s slim hips. He tried his best to push back against that strong body, but could gain no leverage. He felt as if he was being teased mercilessly and wanted more.

   “Tachibana-san…move…please…it feels like you’ve just been teasing me…” And it was true. Ever since that first push Tachibana had been rooted to the spot, afraid that if he moved that overwhelming heat and desire would make his heart stop, make him come then and there. He finally got up the control to pull out a little bit, but as he did so, those hard velvet walls closed in around him and he, feeling such intense pleasure, thrust back in as hard as the first time, letting loose a throaty moan. Ono bit back a whimper, gasping loudly and closing his eyes tight, dirty words and swears spilling from his mouth.

   “Ah! Fuck! So good! Mmmmm…Tachibana-san…harder…Oh fuck me! Feels so good!” Ono’s cheeks were flushed red. His mouth slack, body overwhelmed, overtaken by lust coursing thorough his veins, eyes shining like pools of molten gold. Tachibana pushed his hips forward again, running his tongue along Ono’s calf, tasting that honey-sweet skin. Ono flinched and moaned, hand flying toward his leaking shaft, wanting to pleasure himself. Tachibana’s voice sounded low in the small kitchen,

   “Let me see you. Go on, touch yourself for me.” Ono gripped himself in a slick fist, feeling the heavy weight of his sex in his palm.

   “I want to see your face when you come, crying out my name as you spill over your hand.” Ono could barely contain himself after those dirty words, but slowly pumped his shaft, watching the precome cover his knuckles a shimmering white. Meanwhile, Tachibana continued to thrust in and out, watching Ono’s expression change from one moment to the next. He let the creamy thighs fall from his grip, feeling those strong muscles latch over the side of the counter. His hands shot out to squeeze those perfect nipples, twisting them gently, rolling the hard buds between his fingers, watching as Ono started to pump himself harder, back arching with pleasure. Tachibana could feel it. The desire, the lust smouldering between them like the hottest fire. Ono was drowning in it. He watched as Ono’s mouth began forming silent words, desperate cries that he could no longer contain.

   “Oh! Yes! Ahh! Tachibana! More…deeper…I want to feel all of you…so good….Oh! Fuck me!” Ono had brought his knees up again, toes curling over the edge, his other hand gripping the side of the counter. He had shifted his hips up, letting Tachibana go deeper within his body, letting himself tighten his muscles further, making his high school crush moan with every thrust, eyes glued to that strong hand, twisting and pumping Ono’s cock in a tight fist. They were both so close. Tachibana began to speed up the pace, unable to hold back any longer, feeling those walls closing in around him tighter than ever. Ono was going to lose it. Fast. Tachibana’s fingers squeezed those soft pink buds for the last time, his voice husky with desire.

   “Come for me, Ono.”

   “Tachibana-san!”

   “Do it, feel me inside you, feel yourself coming hard.”

“Ahh! Tachibana-san! I’m-I’m coming!” Ono cried, body convulsing with pleasure, all of his muscles tightening at once. He felt his cock jerk in his fist, watching that white hot essence cover his heaving chest, flushed with sweat. As he was lost in pleasure, Ono could feel the sharp twitch of Tachibana’s length in his body, feeling the rigid press of Tachibana’s hips against his ass. He heard a throaty moan as blunt nails dug into his flesh, holding him still, his childhood crush shuddering with his own release, mouth slack with desire. Ono could have come again immediately right then, seeing a look of such carnal decadence cross Tachibana’s flushed cheeks.

They both were breathing heavily, feeling the blood rushing in their ears, hearts beating slower, bodies relaxing, softening, the sticky pull of separation, the cold run of water to cool flushed skin, cleaning off tender flesh, sweat-dampened brows.

   Ono rung out the towel for the last time, flopping it over the edge of the sink. He turned and caught a momentary glimpse of Tachibana’s fiery eyes as he was pinned with his back to the sink while his boss loomed in close, lips brushing the shell of Ono’s ear, making his eyes heavy with desire again.

   “I want to make one thing very clear, Ono.” He could have moaned hearing his name said like that, a twinge of lust spiking Tachibana’s voice. “This is the last time. It was a silly mistake that we will both forget about and chalk up to blind desperation and lust.” There it was again, key words that Ono knew meant Tachibana was faking anger, faking superiority, faking ignorance. “Chikage has a meeting out of town tomorrow. I should be home by 8. Stop by if you’d like to…I‘d appreciate the company.” Ono felt something clink in his pocket as he tilted his head back and breathed in sharply, Tachibana dragging his teeth along Ono’s neck. Turning him on. When Ono opened his eyes he could see those shards of jet staring him down.

   “See you tomorrow morning.” The kitchen door swung shut as Ono braced himself on the edge of the sink.
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