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Fifteen

�� Their first real
kiss was what it was to Shun and it may as well have been. It didn't feel
like he was meeting Hasukawa's lips through the cellophane of his lie; it
didn't smack of deception. Instead, while so feathery light as this union
was, so much came of it. Hasukawa lifted them both, keeping the touch soft as
he pulled Shun into a tight hug. Shun forced himself higher, up on his toes
as he got the faint notion that they were going backwards. He murmured
something unimportant about the light, somehow managing to turn it off and
pulled his arms tightly around Hasukawa's neck to boost him up a little
more. This time, pressing his crotch to Kazuya's thigh, he could plainly
feel that Hasukawa was in the same boat as he.

�� And that, as his mind suddenly swam with chemicals, was a
very good thing.

�� He felt his knees buckle, whether by the pure dopamine
rush or by his legs hitting his bunk he did not care. Bending in the
appropriate places, he broke away for small gasps of breathe, allowing Hasukawa
to more concentrate on laying him down without breaking an arm. He
brought his knee up, unsteady placing it up on the mattress until he lay astride
Kisaragi's waist. On the pillow was a fan of deep pink hair, appearing
close to magenta in the darkened room. The moon shot through the tree,
spilling a soft cast on Shun's features, his eyes shimmering a bit as the other
boy looked down, breathless.

�� Either it was the grinding that he was doing or it was
that Shun was incredibly . . . well . . . beautiful. It was most likely,
he knew, the former and the latter. Shun could only muster a gasp at the
motion, gaping somewhat in irritation at the tease. "Suka-chan. . .
I'm still a boy, you know. . ."

�� Confused as he should be, Kazuya slowed and looked down
as Shun's arms tightened around his neck. "Wha?"

�� Smirking slightly, he closed his eyes, pushing back into
the bed to lift his pelvis, picking up the motion that Hasukawa had
abandoned. "Which means I'm thinking just the way you are � I. . . I
don't really want to wait. . . Suka-chan." Slightly alarmed, Kazuya began
to reel back but Shun caught him just before he walloped his head. "Watch
it!" Kisaragi hissed.

�� "You don't think it's too soon for any of
that?" Scratching his head, he allowed himself to be drawn back down.
"I don't. . . um. . . I dunno. . ."

�� "You're telling me that through that entire time,
thoughts of. . ." He coughed almost, trying to conceal a
gigglish-laugh. "Thoughts of sex hadn't entered your mind?"

�� Blushing, Hasukawa returned to relaxing on his elbows,
extending his hands up to rest on Shun's face. "They had."

�� Shun pulled him a little closer, past to his ear where he
dared a nip, causing him to jump a bit. "We have everything we
need," he breathed, "why are we waiting?" He whispered as Kazuya
pulled back a little, rubbing idle circles along Shun's cheeks. Without
answering, he leaned forward and kissed Shun again, forcefully, raking a hand
back through his roommate's hair. Then, pulling away, breatheless,
Hasukawa looked down and said:

�� "We're not."

�� Shivering as Kazuya pressed back down, Shun somewhat
eagerly opened his lips, pushing past them to enter a slippery tangle, dueling
with a rival that pressed back into his own mouth. He urgently opened his
mouth wider, allowing a more gratuitous dance to take place. Groaning in
delight, Shun pulled his hands down along Hasukawa's back, tracing his spine
until he reached the edge of his shirt, pulling it up along the curve of his
warm body. Suka-chan was smoking.

�� Hasukawa responded with a grin, kissing past Shun's mouth
and down his cheek before he came upon his exposed ear. He gave it a gentle
lick, making the boy squirm, but he knew just as well by the sudden moan that
Shun liked it.� He felt like dancing!
This didn't scare him at all, even with what he knew was waiting for him. After
all, the item in his own trousers was still just as active, throbbing in his
tight jeans. Outside came the tink of glass as the wind picked up, sending a
soft rusting through the trees and through the old, thin walls. Kisaragi
tipped his head to the side, sighing. "Suka-chan. . ." He looked up
from kissing along Shun clavicle, meeting a vibrant gaze. Nodding as
though he answered and unvoiced request, he slowly sat up but a grin over took
his face, Shun giving him a questioning a glance. "Suka-chan. . .
?"

�� Again ignoring him, at first, Kazuya leaned back down and
gave Kisaragi another small kiss. "Don't worry," he mumbled,
biting his lower lip, tugging a bit before letting go and scooting down along
his legs. Shun propped himself up on his elbows and watched as Kazuya was
now suddenly half on the bed, legs over the far edge. Before he could
open his mouth, his crotch was suddenly given a soft squeeze, losing whatever
else there was to say in an odd noise as he fell back to the bed.

�� "Aaya, Suka-chan. . ."

�� Grinning, he softly massaged it, his hand moving up and
down as he elicited a small jolt from frozen student.
"Alright?"

�� "I'll be fine, once. . . my eyes uncross. . ."
Chuckling the kind of laugh that always put Shun more at ease, Hasukawa
fearlessly crossed a boundary of exploration and pulled the tie to the
sweatpants loose. He was unashamedly curious � part of him wanted to know what
it was like to make Shun feel good, while another part of him simply wanted to
have that which was not his wrapped in his fingers. Shun, too delirious
to notice, just concentrated on the soft pulses Kazuya gave with his hand and
shut his eyes. He tensed when Kazuya let go, pulling the sweats off of
him agonizingly slow. He let them rest mid thigh, inhibiting his leg
movement slightly as a pregnant pause filled the room.

�� ". . . No underwear, Shun-chan?"

�� Meekly, Shun shook his head, still not glancing up as he
could plainly feel himself stiffly at attention before his surveyor.
"No. . ." He could sense Kazuya shrug, but felt much more the
hesitant touch of a slick trace on his own flesh. No way � even Suka-chan
couldn't be THAT daring. Shun figured that he would be running the
show! Weakly propping himself up again, he gasped as he saw what he
didn't believe, watching and knowing with a very warm realization as his best
friend took him in his hand and experimentally licked him before taking half of
his manhood into his mouth. Locking up on instant, Shun struggled to keep
from bucking forward before he simply fell back, gripping the sheets in tightly
clenched fists. "Ahhaa!" he cried, grinding his head back into
to pillow as Hasukawa's tongue became adventurous, teasing his head and shaft,
sending a wave up through Shun's stomach and back down into his hard cock.

�� Hasukawa's hand wrapped around the base of it as he took
even more of it into his mouth, savoring a taste that he'd never quite had on
his palette before. He savored the salt of his skin, and knew well that Shun
was writhing for a reason.

�� Shun clamped his eyes tight, every instinct he had
forcing one hand down to press on the back of his roommate's head. Hasukawa
complied, bobbing up and down, making his dick shimmer in the moonlight. Shun's
other hand kept a tight grasp on the cover sheets at his side. He was
panting, his mouth open as hot breaths and groans alike declared just how good
a job Hasukawa was doing.

�� Suka-chan then moved back to just licking the shaft,
slowly at first, playing around with the head a bit, Shun's soft groans turned
to richer moans, the agony of the job toying with his mind. As Kazuya silently
toggled between surrounding it with his lips and just licking around from base
to tip, Shun's nerves went ballistic. It was taking surprisingly long,
him at the constant edge � he wanted to enter the miasma and his senses a
euphoria. Crying out when Kazuya stopped altogether, he was about to
question when his hand took place, quickly stroking up and down. Shun
pushed his head back again, turning it to the side and an electric bolt zapped
through every fiber. "Ngg! Suka-chan!" He was aching now,
so close it teased every thought.

�� "Don't have it in you, Shun-chan?" That jerk. .
. "I was. . . um. . . kinda curious about the taste. . ."

�� Unable to validate a response, Shun barely lifted his
head, looking down. "Ahh. . . f. . . nn. . . nnyahh. . ." was
all he could muster before he saw Suka grin teasingly at him. He dipped
his head back down, doing both ministrations at once, causing his bunkmate to
nearly rip a hole in the sheets. Shun's dick was coated, a slippery mess of
saliva as Hasukawa quickened the pace, feeling his own member pulsing with
expectation.

�� "Suka-chan!!"

�� There is was. It was quick, Shun's mouth hanging
silently agape as it fired from him, causing Suka to reel back off as it hit
him in the back of the throat. He coughed once, sitting up somehow,
holding a hand to his throat. A second splashed him on the face, hot and
sticky, while the remaining milky whiteness dribbled down the side of Shun's
slick member. "Whoa!"

�� "That's what you get. . . jerk. . ." Shun
gave him a tired smile, watching his roommate's Adam's apple bob up briefly.

�� "It surprised me! I mean, it came out so much
faster than I expected. . ." A red glow hung on his cheeks, but he smiled,
his hand slipping from Shun. He wiped at his face, furtively spreading the
cooling semen on the comforter.�
"It, um, makes me thirsty. . ."

�� Blushing as well, Shun looked away sheepishly as he
relaxed out on the damp pillow. He sighed at the sweat clinging his
clothes and hair to his body, but he really didn't mind. "I know,
I've tried it before. . ." Hasukawa couldn't help but snicker, to which
Shun sat up and swatted him. "I was young! And I heard some
girls talking about it so I wanted to see. . . man, Suka-chan, that felt so
good. . ."

�� "You've never had a blowjob before?"

�� "None as good as that. . ."

�� Hasukawa blushed. "Er, oh. Thanks. . . Tired?"
Shun nodded hazily, panting almost wildly before he was able to come down from
it as he sighed and sagged.� Hasukawa
pushed forward and kissed him once more, not stalling as his tongue followed
through. Kisaragi could taste it plain as day, enjoying it somewhat as a
hand came up to caress his cheek. He shivered when another found its way
to his crotch, rubbing equally as gently. He reached down and cupped Hasukawa,
wanting to return the favor. Kazuya murmured quietly, sitting up. Soon, both
their shirts had met the ground.

�� Leaning back down, his tongue met with Shun's chest,
taking a stiff nipple to his mouth. Shun's eyes shot open as he squirmed again,
hugging Hasukawa's head to his chest. He'd never had anyone do that, girl or boy, and it felt strange. But as Hasukawa's
soft, wet tongue lapped back and forth, gently playing with his skin, he grew
to like it, pressing his chest up to possibly get more.

�� He could feel himself growing stiff again. Sex was
intoxicating him, and as Hasukawa had his way with Shun's body, he could hear a
voice in the back of his mind, prodding him. Moaning, Shun just nodded,
quietly, at first, but his voice grew louder as he repeated it.

�� "I want it," he murmured, squealing with
delight as Kazuya suckled on him carefully. He stretched his legs, his toes
pointing down as he reluctantly released his head. "I want it in me. .
." he murmured again. Hasukawa stopped, glancing up.

�� "Shun, um, are you sure? I don't want to hurt
you."

�� He paused for a moment but nodded. "I've played with
myself before . . . I know what I like. . . And you got me off." He gave
Kazuya's crotch another squeeze, his hand inside his pants this time. "I
want to do the same for you. . ."

�� Hasukawa couldn't help but groan softly, pressing into
Shun's hand as his fingers closed around him. He sat there as Shun stroked him,
eased back as Kisaragi rose up. He knelt down eagerly, licking Hasukawa's dick
while he pulled his own pants all the way off.

�� They too, were soon on the floor.

�� "Sh-shun," Hasukawa shakily muttered as the
pink-haired boy eagerly went to work on his shaft. His head bobbed freely on
his dick, the moist warmth of Shun's mouth sending him through bliss.
"Shun, please," he begged, easing Shun off of him. He looked ah Kazuya
strangely, as though bewildered that he'd want him to stop, until Hasukawa
kissed him again. "I want to do it."

�� Lying back down, Shun nodded, mesmerized by the thought.
Their mouths met for a while as Hasukawa fumbled with his pants, pulling them
down and kicking them to the floor. Their bodies, bare and hot, touched
unhindered now, Shun softly sighing as he pressed into Hasukawa's stomach.
Hasukawa gripped him again, giving his a gentle tug before Shun was reminded
that he was still a little sensitive.

�� "C-careful, Suka-chan. . ."

�� Hasukawa nodded, taking him by the hips instead.
Knowingly, Shun turned, a little embarrassed as Kazuya's hands ran over his
smooth buttocks. He slowly ground into the mattress, eager to have something
pressed against him. Shun had, in fact, owned his share of toys and wasn't a
stranger to his prostate. Not that Hasukawa had to know that.

�� Two hands fell upon his back. Sighing as they
traced invisible patterns across the skin, Shun could hear Hasukawa nervously
pant. "It'll be okay," Shun whispered comfortingly, sighing as
Hasukawa leaned forward to lie upon Shun's back. The press of something
against his buttocks made him tense but it also made his breaths race as a
whisper passed by his ear.

�� "You have a cute butt."

�� Shun's eagerly complied as he was coaxed onto his
knees. He relaxed to the caress of a hand, but he found his voice when he
realized something was missing. "Stop!"

�� Alarmed, Hasukawa removed his hand and met Shun's
headshake, worry streaked on his face. "What is it?"

�� ". . . My desk drawer, under the notebooks."

�� Puzzled, he just sat on his knees. "Huh?"

�� "Just go look in there," Shun demanded with a
little exasperation. Obediently, Hasukawa got off and onto his padding
over while trying to restrain his now free and bobbing member. Shun
grinning slightly and watched as he bent, searching through the said
drawer. Grinning again at the view of a rather tight backside, he briefly
wondered how successful things would be had they been the other way
around. And they will be, Suka-chan.
. . He turned to a slap of a head as Hasukawa stood with something in his
hand, a grimace of an apology sprawled across his face.

�� "I can't believe I didn't think of that!"

�� Shun nodded gravely as the redhead tossed the lubrication
back and forth between his hands. "But, why do you have this?"

�� Frowning, but with a grin in his eyes, Shun just beckoned
him closer. "I don't think now is the time for why, Suka-chan. .
."

�� Pausing but nodding, Hasukawa took his original place,
and as Kisaragi had not yet moved, untopped the tube and stuck it there,
pumping about half of the container's gel onto the unsuspecting boy. His
pupils now the size of pencil points, Shun gritted his teeth hard, a cross
between a growl and a yelp coming from his throat as a shudder and writhe
wracked his body. "COLD!"

�� "Ah, sorry!" Suka scratched his head and
squeezed some of it out onto is fingers. "Though, thanks for the
warning." He hesitated, reaching forward to touch Shun, fumbling slightly
in the darkness. Kisaragi sighed when two fingers pressed against him, rubbing
slowly.

�� "So cold. . . Suka-chan, just go slowly. . . "
He nodded faintly, feeling the gel warm up as his finger dipped in a little,
welcomed by Shun's slowly relaxing body. Kisaragi whined, biting his lip as the
digit sank in deeper, Hasukawa transfixed but how easily he was easing in.
Before either could say much else, Hasukawa was buried in to the knuckle,
slowly swirling his finger around.

�� "Ah!" Shun cried, tempted to buckle already. His
mouth dropped open as his arms shook, made weak by the invading digit. It was
slowly pulling out, before it dipped back in, the lubricant making his passage
slick. Kazuya, meanwhile, looked at his own stiffness and rubbed the gel
between his fingers, warming it up a little before spreading it on
himself. He gave a satisfied grin, sure that he could survive on a desert
island with this stuff alone.

�� Shun was still squirming around, trying to get used to
what had filled him before it was gone, causing him to moan a little.
"N-no. . . Don't stop," he murmured, looking back as two stilling and
gooey hands found place on his hips.

�� "Ready?" It was a simple word, but the way it
carried from Hasukawa's mouth, Shun relaxed to a point he hadn't thought
possible. Pushing his chin into the mattress and gripping the sheets in
clumps in his hands, he steadied his knees a bit before giving a small nod as
he clenched his teeth, taking long, drawn breaths.

�� Oh yeah.

�� "I am. . ."

�� Stars shot before his eyes as Kazuya pushed in, slowing
immediately when he made it past the first ring. "Are. . ." he
sighed, swallowing a sweat poured from his brow. He was going to pass out
if he didn't go slower. "Are you alright?"

�� "Sl-slow. . ." Shun mumbled, trying to relax as
he felt the pressure resume. Already it felt good, the brief ripping pain
dead in a few seconds. He briefly wished that they had worked on widening him a
bit more, but as the times demanded. . . what the hell, right? Besides, Kazuya
was soothing in his own rite. He felt the slide of it pulling out and
groaned heavily, again when it went back in, delving and probing deeper.
He gave a small whine, mostly silent however as he pushed the side of his face
into the bed. His mouth hung open, unable to voice a sound as the hands
on his hips tightened, Kazuya swallowing again, wavering a bit before he'd
finally pushed all the way in. Letting loose a gasp of air he panted for
a few moments at how tight it was, reasoning that yes, girls be damned.

�� Shun was everything.

�� Shun nearly buried the side of his face into the
mattress, one hand swimming forward and gripping the edge of the bed before the
manga-case. He fortified himself, a wispy string of pants coming from him
as he couldn't even find the strength to open his eyes. Suka's words
still hung in his mind as he responded again, pushing his backside into
Hasukawa a bit.

�� "Keep going," he voiced quietly, however shaky
his speaking may have been. His pink hair pooled in moist clumps around his
face, some getting into his open, moaning mouth. Kazuya complied, pulling
back out slowly and grinding in once more. A rhythm developed over many
minutes, his hand firmly planted on Shun's waist now, Shun allowing himself to
be pulled to Hasukawa's offense. He clenched his teeth around the sheets,
a rain of sweat pouring from his face.

�� He was groaning as he felt himself becoming numb. He
could plainly feel Hasukawa inside him, the force of his thrust rushing down
into his bowels. "More," he pleaded, looking back weakly.
Hasukawa moaned and replied with a burst of speed. As he plowed Shun deeper and
deeper, they were met with the slap of eager skin. It was transcendent;
their normal speech abandoned for something much more primal as the faint sound
of their sloshing union began to creep around the room. Hasukawa, having wanted
to come for the last hour was close, and as he drove into Shun, he could feel
his muscles tighten.

�� "Suka-chan, sl-slow down!" Shun suddenly said,
wincing a little. Hasukawa relented, coming to a stop to catch his breath. Shun
was clenching around him, having been stoking himself all the while. He nodded,
given Hasukawa permission to continue.

�� "Shun, I'm so close!" Kazuya cried as a variety
of muscle contractions shredded him to pieces, pulling the strings of his
stamina. He began to speed up again, leaning forward as his hands began
to slip.

�� "Nyah," Kisaragi could barely moan. He poured a
cry through his clenched teeth when Hasukawa began to pulse, feeling the
oncoming burst of seed as he gripped himself tightly.

�� "Shun!" he cried, synchronous but not
simultaneous, Shun giving up and collapsing entirely as Kazuya gave a final
burst, groaning like the howl of the winds as he held place, his explosion
quick and slowing to a soft pump, a jerk and then nothing.
"Shun," was all Kazuya could muster before he wavered, dizzy.
The said boy below quivered, flattening as his partner fell atop him.
They gave heavy breaths, sweat mixing and dripping down into the bed. A
few minutes of repose lasted before Suka managed to dislodge himself, furtively
wiping up with a nearby towel before flopping down next to Shun. On his
stomach, Shun winced a little but refused to move as he just stare to the side,
his eyes locked with Hasukawa.

�� "Wow," he heard Kazuya breathe.

�� No kidding.

[Tosses tissue.] What happens
next? :

[Exhausted, Shun dozes off.] �
Go to Chapter Thirty-One (31)

[He still has a bit more
energy.] � Go to Chapter Twenty-Five
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