Infinite Infatuation

Jin awoke to the tickle of hair on his nose. This rather novel sensation had him momentarily confused. Then the warm mass at his side shifted and he remembered everything. For an instant he stiffened with shock, and then he relaxed back down against that warmth pressed to him.



Mugen\'s head was on his shoulder, one arm thrown across his chest. The yukata half trailed off both their bodies, exposing some interesting parts of his lover. His what?! Surely he hadn\'t just thought of Mugen as his lover?



With sinuous cat-like grace, Mugen stretched against him. Almost purposefully rubbing himself down Jin\'s entire length. Warm moist lips found his throat and began moving with more purpose as they came closer to his own. Jin half turned towards him and as their lips brushed, he looked into a languid pair of eyes. His lover\'s eyes.



This time, when Mugen kissed him, he got goose bumps for a completely different reason.



Mugen began slowly rocking his hips and rubbing his morning wood against Jin\'s thigh. He realized that he was in a similar state, when a warm hand was placed on his far hip and he was pulled onto his side, allowing Mugen to rub against him. The jolt they both felt when the heads of their cocks rubbed against one another was almost too much to bear.



They both set to rocking their hips. Lips meeting in lazy kisses. Jin was surprised to find how good it felt to kiss. Last night had been his first kiss, and that one had been... Well, it hadn\'t been like these. Soon the kisses grew more insistent, hungry. A tongue trailed across his lips and gained entrance when he gasped as fingers traced his nipple.



Once again, Jin froze. What was Mugen thinking? What was he doing? The warm wet slide of the other\'s tongue in his mouth had Jin poised to push him away. That was until he stopped to pay attention to what it was doing to him. He stopped trying to push it out of his mouth with his own tongue, and just admired what it was doing. It felt surprisingly good to have Mugen exploring him this way. The drag over the roof of his mouth, along his teeth, and over his now responsive tongue, had him joining in the divine play of tongue on tongue. To his dismay, he became aware that the whimpers he had been hearing were his. He tried to stop, but soon realized that the only way to stop would be to stop kissing. And he wasn\'t ready to do that.



Fingers dug into well muscled backs as they both drove to completion. Pulsing almost in unison, they coated their bellies with semen. Mugen\'s face burrowed into his neck, and lips attached themselves to the bend of his neck. If he was this talented with his mouth, what wonders could he work lower down? Jin asked himself.



Mugen moved his face from his neck and looked admiringly at his handiwork. Only then did Jin realize that he had been marked. A small flash of annoyance warmed his blood, as he thought how best to repay this insult.



When they finally pulled apart, Jin looked with dismay at the mess at their groins. It would seem that his bath had been short lived. Seemingly thinking the same thing, Mugen rose and flung a yukata around his shoulders. Jin followed him out of the room, while replacing his own yukata.



Walking through the deserted common room on the way to the baths, showed them to be only ones up at this hour of the morning. He should have been surprised, but judging by last night\'s crowd and how late they seem to have been up, it was not too big of a stretch to see why even the inn keeper appeared to still be asleep. He had to admit he was just as glad they were the only ones up.



Since the fire heating the bath had been banked and needed to be stirred back up, Jin set to doing that while Mugen located some towels and got the tepid water from the bath into buckets for them. Once the fire was going well and steam was just beginning to rise from the bath, Jin slipped out of his yukata and turned to take his turn with the soap.



A soapy gleaming Mugen lounged in all his glory on his stool, just now pouring the water from his bucket over his head to rinse off. He shook his head sending water flying. Obviously he had not just contented himself with cleaning off, for he was rampant once more. Jin blushed furiously and used the excuse of dodging the flying droplets to avert his face. He settled on a stool and began to perform his ablutions with his back to the drifter.



He pointedly ignored him as Mugen sauntered towards the tub. He knew it was always a little iffy to turn his back on him, but right now he just didn\'t think that he could turn around and be faced with what was surely on a level with his eyes. His face burned even hotter with that vision in his mind’s eye.



Fingers brushed the nape of his neck, then wandered up to release his hair from its band. Soft hair flowed down his back as the fingers continued to comb through it. With a sigh, his eyes drifted shut. He leaned back into his lover\'s hands, as Mugen began to wash his hair. He couldn\'t remember the last time someone had done this for him. His parents, all those years ago?



Soon those breathtakingly gentle fingers continued down his shoulders, spreading the soap over his body. Those fingers brushed his nipples, showing him exactly what Mugen must have felt the night before. He didn\'t have to look down to see just what state he was in. Clearly bathing would never be the same again, he thought with a touch of concern for how he might react in the future.



Maybe he shouldn\'t have been so concerned, this was Mugen after all. The guy who couldn\'t resist turning rinsing off into a water fight by first upending the bucket over Jin\'s head, then dashing to the tub to scoop up more water and flinging it at him.



Jin pushed his sodden hair from his eyes before blinking them clear of water. Once he could get his bearings and move without falling, he went for the hellion. What kind of child was he dealing with? He wondered if anyone had ever taught him proper etiquette in anything.



Grappling Mugen around the waist only got him in close enough to ensure that they both got soaked. "Hey! Cut that out! We have to save some for soaking in!"



He watched Mugen consider his argument, before glancing around to see just how much water was on the floor instead of in the tub. "Alright, you got me. I\'ll stop, but only if you get in, too," he smirked. He dropped his arms around the ronin\'s waist and pulled him close sharply. The ardor that the water fight had dulled returned rapidly. He swiveled his hips lightly, and Jin had to admit that he had a good idea. A very good idea.



With a knowing chuckle, he stepped into the tub pulling the other in after him. Jin stood there, puzzled. There wasn\'t really room for two men in this thing. Mugen turned and sat down, placing his eyes on a level that had made Jin uncomfortable earlier. Then with an almost malicious gleam in his eye, leaned forward and drug his tongue up the underside of Jin\'s cock, tracing the throbbing vein. Jin\'s knees buckled so rapidly that he barely had time to grab the side of the tub in both hands and sit down on it with a decided thump!



Barely restrained sardonic glee flashed across Mugen\'s face, before he lowered it once more over Jin\'s straining member. Warm breath blew over his shaft, making him squirm with anticipation, but disappointingly no return of that delicious warmth. Instead the tongue trailed over the skin of his inner thigh. The lips settled firmly where his thigh joined his body. The tongue stroked the delicate skin as it was pulled into that hot mouth. A hint of teeth scraped him. What was he doing? He leaned forward for a better view; just as Mugen pulled back revealing another mark glowing darkly against pale skin.



Before he could get angry, Mugen changed tactics yet again and stopped teasing him. The mouth that he had been fantasizing about lowered ever so slowly onto the crown of his cock. He was pleasantly surprised to find that it was even better than he had hoped. It wasn\'t his first time to be on the receiving side, but this was far better than anything any of those women had ever done. Everything with Mugen had been better.



That mouth was sucking him in and out, the lips rubbing over the edge of his crown while the tongue explored the slit at the top. He could do nothing but grasp the tub with all the strength he had and tremble violently. Hands gripped his hips to help steady him. No wonder Mugen had given up so easily last night. He wouldn\'t last any time at all himself.



The mouth continued to just work the head, while a hand began to rub up and down his length. The combination was both distracting and the stuff of dreams. Wet dreams! He wanted to thrust, but could only manage small rolling motions with his hips. It was just so good that he couldn\'t move. He was amazed that he hadn\'t slumped into the tub with Mugen or fallen over backwards in a heap on the floor. If this went on much longer, he was in serious danger of doing just that.



Mugen could feel the cock in his mouth swelling even more. He realized that he only had a moment in which to decide whether to swallow the fruits of his labor or let it fall into the bath with him. Neither was exactly appealing, but then a third option came to mind.



When Jin came, Mugen caught as much in his hand as he could. As Jin started a slow slump into the bath, Mugen eased him around facing the other way. He gratefully held onto the edge, but that didn\'t last as a suspicion of what Mugen intended intruded into his sex hazed mind. He wanted to do whatever it took to avoid what was coming, but he had just done the same thing to the other man last night. He couldn\'t just say that\'s too much. Trapped by his own conscious, Jin stood as still as he could while quietly waiting what he knew was coming.



Or he had thought he knew what was coming. A wet hand drew across his ass, parting the cheeks. He braced himself for the invasion of his body, and let out a gasp of surprise. Instead of Mugen\'s dick pressing into him, a tongue glided over his tightly clenched bud. His body went slack with relief. A second swipe of that tongue had his spent member reevaluating its condition. That amazing sensation got even more intense as Mugen circled that ring of muscle, probing wetly. And with a soft exhalation, his body surrendered.



All he could think about were the delightful things Mugen was doing to his body. Soon he was almost painfully aroused and pushing back into the other man. He wanted what the rogue was promising and was nearly ready to beg for it. He thrummed with need. Mugen rubbed Jin\'s seed onto his twitching cock, before standing behind him. He was so turned on, that this time he did not tense up when the head of Mugen\'s cock pressed into him.



With a rapturous sigh, Mugen sank into that yielding body. He stood there for a moment before pulling Jin the rest of the way back onto his shaft. The tight wet heat encompassing him pulsed with every erratic beat of Jin\'s heart. Jin continued to grip the edge of the tub, while Mugen first pulled him back and then pushed him forward on his cock. He couldn\'t decide which he enjoyed more, until Mugen shifted slightly and on the next thrust sent sparks flying behind his closed eyelids. The groan that tore from his lips alerted the other to the significance of that spot.



Mugen made it his goal to find that spot again. A few more thrusts and he nailed it again. Jin\'s head snapping back so suddenly and the ragged sounds coming from his mouth music to Mugen\'s ears. He adjusted his angle and found that he could continue getting a similar response out of Jin with every thrust.



Jin pushed up on his hands and back into Mugen, meeting every thrust as hard as he could. Something in him refused to let him beg "Harder..." like those women had. He was a man and could take what he wanted just as well as Mugen could.



Mugen took up a litany of "Oh, yeah! Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck yeah!" in time with every thrust. He was getting so close; it would take so little for him to cum.



Jin took one big shuddering breath, shoved back for the last time and clenched down hard on the cock inside him as he came. He continued to clench rhythmically as the cum pulsed out into the bath water. This sent his lover spiraling after him. Mugen kept thrusting through their orgasm, drawing it out as long as he could. Trembling in all his limbs, Mugen ceased to move and slumped forward, draped over the ronin\'s back and driving him down against the rim of the tub.



When the edge of the tub pressing into him became painful, Jin straightened, dislodging Mugen who sank happily into the water. He reached up and pulled the lanky man down into his lap. Jin leaned back against him, resting his head on a still shaky shoulder. They stayed like that, soaking up the warmth of the bath until they could hear the inn beginning to stir with life.