In the Shadow | By : scentedfeathers Category: +S to Z > Samurai 7 Views: 1141 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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His lips are as cold as the blades of his swords. Both penetrate his chest with hot ripping force. The only difference is one draws blood, as Kyuzo had dragged the metallic edge against his navel and the other burns the skin of his neck, where Kyuzo licks and suckles at his pulse.
Everything is in a rush. Words spoken became words silenced with hard cold lips. Hands grasping for answers in mid-air became pinned with cold clammy hands. The heat of frustration and confusion beforehand flowed outwards, inwards into lower regions. Katsushiro moaned absent-mindedly, “Kyuzo-dono, this is too much.”
The combined heat of the hot spring behind them and Kyuzo’s tongue suckling his neck was overwhelming. The hot waves of attention crashed over his body, up and down, and swirling till his blood rushed to the top of his head. His eyes squeezed shut, body tensing.
“Kyuzo-dono… its too fast.” The hands that had pinned him down began exploring. One crawling up his navel to rest and pinch at the perky nubs on his chest. Katsushiro squealed. The other hand traveled in the opposite direction, resting along his hot length. It was becoming too overwhelming.
“Kyuzo-dono.. please.” His pleads remain unanswered or simply ignored by Kyuzo’s goal-oriented body. What the goal truly was, innocent Katsushiro could only flush at. He peered at the samurai above him, memories flooding back to sense.
The hot spring had been an overbearing insistence on the villagers part. They’d worked hard, he remember them saying – they deserved a break. Katsushiro had pounced on the idea, only to flush at the scolding of Kambei-sensei. After a while, however, he managed to sneak away and the warmth of hot water soothed, but did very little to ease his mind.
He’d only began reflecting on Kyuzo’s kiss when the man himself formed from the shadows of the trees. He’d been too stunned to speak a coherent sentence and before he knew it was pinned, flushed, breath hoarse, and hips arching into the mans touch.
He knew the consequences of this night would haunt his mind and crush his spirit forever, but the presence of Kyuzo, the feel of his warmth against his own, how could Katsushiro object?
He sighed, “Kyuzo-dono…” He whispered the word lovingly, grabbing the mans naked shoulder. He blinked. He didn’t remember the samurai being naked. He decided it must have been during his reflection period.
The thought that Kyuzo may actually be enjoying this was strangely… romantic. The whole situation of Kyuzo’s gentle and exciting hands at his length, his lips raining dizzy inducing kisses across his chest seemed as if he and Kyuzo had been doing this all their life. It fit, Katsushiro wanted to say. He embraced Kyuzo tightly, the momentum making Kyuzo slightly tense before returning his teasing touches against Katsushiro.
“Your ready.”
Katsushiro blinked through the haze, but held a steady hold around Kyuzo’s neck. He hesitated from the look of no reservation in Kyuzo’s eyes. He swallowed thinking, am I ready? And for what? The physical act of sex hit him suddenly. His naked flesh and the hardness pulsating between his legs became reality – which made Katsushiro flush with self-consciousness. Kyuzo sensed this and leaned near his face. He felt the swallow of panic and uncertainty from the younger man. “Your ready,” he said again.
Katsushiro gave the timidest of nods. He couldn’t refuse. And he was sure, despite his rationale telling him to wait – this was too quick and without substance – that he didn’t want to refuse. He trusted Kyuzo. He trusted this burning heat between them. He’d jump without looking. Until he hit bottom, then sulk.
He nodded more firmly, “I am ready.” His voice had grown harder with confidence and it showed on his face. A smirk curved Kyuzo’s lips as he pushed carefully inside. He exhaled a grunt against the welcoming heat and braced himself with his hands on either side of Katsushiro’s head.
Katsushiro bore against the dull pain, clenching his teeth together from allowing a horrifying scream to escape. He wanted Kyuzo to know that no matter how painful the intrusion felt, he wanted this. Last reservations gone Katsushiro stilled his body as he was filled to the hilt with Kyuzo.
“Its w-wonderful, Kyuzo-dono…” he sighed, looking into the eyes of Kyuzo. He rested his palms against the mans cheek, “I-I’m sure the pain will go away. And then it’ll be wonderful.”
The ardor of his conviction unburdened the atmosphere around them and in them. Kyuzo shook his head in humor and pulled away from the heat, only to push carefully back in. Katsushiro’s breath hitched higher with the movement and higher again as Kyuzo set a slow rhythm. His naïveté gone his instincts took over moving his hips along with Kyuzo’s. It felt awkward, his hips clumsily following Kyuzo’s expertise, but pushed through his embarrassment and tried again till the sync resonated in his heart.
“Kyuzo-dono… it’s wonderful.” He clung tightly to the sweaty skin above him. His lower regions ached, and he tried to concentrate solely on riding the heat. He sensed Kyuzo seemed to be feeling the same. Kyuzo had given up bracing himself with his hands and now his elbows took the weight of their movement.
With Kyuzo’s face so close to his own he watched the concentration of the mans closed eyelids. His mouth was slightly open, breathing shallow and hot against Katsushiro’s lips. Katsushiro flushed brightly and turned his head away. This did little because now Kyuzo’s breath entered his ear and sent extra shivers up and down his spine.
As the movement heightened, the heat between them rose to a peak. Katsushiro cried out as the heat exploded into bright colors and disappeared in surprising but fulfilling speed. He watched Kyuzo reach his own climax and watched just the minute change in Kyuzo’s usual stone-faced features. Though it had not been as expressive as his own, Kyuzo had a small relief and satisfaction molded in his eyes. His mouth sighed with a quiet softness that he’d never heard before. His forehead coming to rest on his own, as the drowsiness overtook in place of contentment.
“Kyuzo-dono…” He silenced Katushiro with a look. Bending slightly lower he pressed a kiss against his lips. Soft and telling the young man ‘in the morning and later when the new-found feelings were fully explored’. The kiss became deeper as Katsushiro agreed. The simultaneous moan over tongues dueling echoed through the moonlit painted forest and the heat rose to a whole new height.
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