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Jealous Boys	By : hair Category: Digimon > General Views: 3801 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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"Mmmmmmm...good..." Sora murmured beneath his lips as she felt his hands gently going beneath her shirt, and his fingers wrapped around the waist elastic of her panties, then began pulling them down.

Yamato grunted hungrily as he threw aside Sora�s panties, then began wriggling out of his own clothing. His lips continued wrestling with Sora�s, and his hands tickled her back beneath the T-shirt she wore. Finally he had stripped off all his clothing, his hands now tearing at that infernal shirt she wore that restrained him from kissing her where she liked it most.

Sora moaned softly as Yamato slipped her shirt off over her head, and his lips immediately nipped at her left nipple once it was exposed. He let his tongue gently circle her taught tit as he suckled it with his mouth, drawing a louder moan from Sora.

"...don�t...stop..." Sora begged as she felt Yamato�s thick hands sliding up her bare legs.

"...I don�t intend to..." Yamato chuckled hoarsely as he tipped his head to the side, slowly dragging his lips across hers, then slipping his tongue out and between her lips, tracing the roof of her mouth.

A loud moan escaped from Sora as she felt Yamato�s fingers teasing her labia. Tempted, she decided to do the same for him, and she reached her hand down to his throbbing member, taking in her grip the tense sac hanging below it.

"...uuuuuuhhhhhh...Sora..." Yamato chanted as Sora squeezed him more tightly. He noticed her shortness of breath, she was panting and sweating, indicating that she was nearing a climax. Eager to assist Sora in reaching that finality, Yamato suddenly spread her legs apart, then plunged the fore-finger of his right hand into the dilated opening nestled between her folds.

"Yamato!" Sora shouted out in a scolding tone, licking her lips seductively. "You naughty boy..."

"Only with you, lover," to tto teased as he thrust two more fingers inside of her, then began moving them within her.

"...ooooooohhhhhh...more..." Sora begged, almost screaming in pleasure as she reached her climax, and her juices plastered Yamato�s hand.

Understanding that this slickness would now make his work easier, Yamato removed his fingers from Sora, then crawled to lie more closely on her, his stiff shaft pressing against her exterior. Then he suddenly thrust himself into her, relishing in the pressure and the warmth upon his erect member, and drawing a loud cry from Sora.

"...oooooooohhhhh...Yamato..." Sora hissed a moan as he began the slow thrusting motions, building up a climax for each of them. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer to her as he planted steamy wet kisses on her neck.

But then Yamato took her form in his arms, supporting her back as he moved his body around, switching their positions, so that he was now lying on his back on the bed, and she was on top of him, straddling his waist. He picked up the pace, thrusting in and out of her more quickly, the friction burning a passion throughout their entire joined bodies.

"Sora...Sora..." Yamato chanted as he worked for release, getting closer to that peak. He then sat up, and began to suckle her nipple once more as he neared that climax. Closer...and closer...

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Takeru could see her, standing there on the hazy horizon, holding out her hand and beckoning for him to approach her.

"Hikari!" Takeru called out to her as he ran towards her.

She moved both her arms up, outstretched, and waiting to take him into an embrace.

"Hikari!" he could feel himself smiling as he called out to her again. He held out his arms as he approached her, but just as he was taking her into a warm embrace, her image dispersed, and he was hugging only empty air.

"Hikari?" he yelled out, frantically searching for her in the vast emptiness surrounding him. And then he saw her, she was standing right behind him, but she was embracing Daisuke!

"Hikari?" Takeru whispered quietly to himself, not wanting to accept the scene before him. Hikari arrogantly grinned, hugging Daisuke more tightly, and letting his hands grope and fondle her. Then Hikari turned her head back towards Daisuke, passionately kissing him on his lips.

"No! Hikari!" Takeru yelled as he was jolted awake by the nightmare. He panted, coldly sweating, and ran a hand through his ruffled blond hair as he sat up on the couch.

"It was only a dream..." Takeru convinced himself as his eyes adjusted to the midnight darkness. He was still weary, detached and incoherent, but not wanting to fall asleep again; he might have another nightmare involving Hikari, the girl he loved, kissing Daisuke, his friend who also wanted Hikari for his own.

"Stupid nightmares...leave a ringing in my ears..." Takeru cursed as he scratched his head. All he could hear were loud moans and screams throughout the apartment, and he thought it was just leftover from the dream, since he was so t, an, and it affected him even when he was awake. But even as he struggled to clear his head and become conscious, the yells and moans still resounded, seeming to be echoing from the bedroom down the hall.

Takeru stood up from the couch and stretched, saying the only word in his mind. "Hikari..." he murmured as he tried to forget the images of the nightmare he had just had.

"I wish I could just tell Hikari how I feel..." Takeru felt like such a coward. He tried to organize and sort out the images that plagued his mind, so that he could better understand what he was feeling for Hikari.

"Maybe if I talk about it with someone, then I would be able to comprehend all these confusing sensations," Takeru yawned and thought about who he should talk to to help him. "Sora might be able to help me," he reasoned, "but I can�t wait until morning to figure this out...maybehoulhould go talk to her right now: she�d understand. And Yamato�s not here, so he won�t get upset."

Groggily Takeru ventured down the hallway towards Sora and Yamato�s bedronot not realizing in his foggy state-of-mind that the moans resonating throughout the apartment were coming directly from the bedroom--and not connecting the dots to realize what exactly was causing so much noise.

As he raised his hand and dropped it onto the bedroom doorknob, Takeru opened his eyes more widely, so as to see more clearly and not stumble into Sora�s room and into another humiliating moment of clumsiness.

Turning the knob and leaning his shoulder against the door, he pushed it open quickly but silently, only to take in with wide eyes a sight that was even more rapid, but not at all silent.

Takeru saw everything as it continued without knowledge of his presence and he, dumbfounded, simply stood and stared with his jaw reaching his knees. Sora straddling Yamato, her face looking towards Heaven and her mouth wide open as it issued forth moan after moan. Yamato moving within Sora, his hips sliding back and forth ben hen her legs, mou mouth latched onto a nipple of hers as he mumbled incoherently her name past her areola.

And then, between chants of Sora�s name, Yamato�s eyes opened and his eyes roved to view the source of the slight breeze that blew past him, and found that it had been due to the bedroom door opening. Which had been due to a person turning the knob and pushing it. Which had been due to Takeru�s presence. Takeru. His brother. Standing in the doorway. Wide eyes. Staring.

Yamato immediately released Sora�s breast and stopped moving his hips, though Sora continued to move on him. Yamato flailed to cover Sora�s chest with his hands as he reeled on Takeru. "What are YOU doing here!? Get the HELL OUT!!!"

Then Sora stopped bucking and turned, wide-eyed, to see Takeru�s stare, and hurriedly covered the place where she and Yamato were joined with her own hands. Her jaw dropped noticeably, but no moans escaped this time.

And with the sudden silence, Takeru snapped to attention. Blushing fiercely he directed his eyes away quickly, looking anywhere but straight ahead. And his hand fumbled to find the doorknob again as he mumbled loudly, "...s-sorry!!!m SOm SO sorry!!!!"

"Just get OUT!!" Yamato screamed as he released a breast long enough to grasp the pillow behind him and throw it at his brother, just as Takeru slipped out and slammed the door shut. "What the HELL is HE doing here?!" Yamato, panting in confusion and frustration, then demanded of his girlfriend.

Sora had been staring at the shut door, so shocked at what happened, that she almost didn�t hear her boyfriend.

"SORA!" Yamato shakily exclaimed.

Then she regained her composure. Calmly she blinked the image of Takeru�s voyeurism away from her sight, and grinned as she slowly turned to face Yamato. "Embarrassed?" she lisped.

"You�re damn right!" Yamato spat out, then quickly regained his senses. "...don�t change the subject! Answer me! What is my little brother doing here!"

"I invited him to stay with us for 2 weeks while his own home is overrun by cockroaches and exterminators. Is that a problem?"

"Of course it is! Especially when he simply walks in while we�re having sex!"

"Oh, what a shame," Sora smirked. "If you have a problem, and would rather kick him out, then I have a problem," and she started to get up off of Yamato.

"...wait a minute," Yamato firmly placed his hands on her hips and pushed her back down on top of him. He stifled a groan of pleasure as he tried to clarify himself, "Don�t do ...p...please..." he begged.

"But what of Takeru?" Sora smiled more broadly, knowing the answer already since Yamato could never resist her.

"Forget Takeru," Yamato sighed and looked up at Sora. Then he turned to face the door and angrily yelled, "If Takeru knows what�s good for him, he�ll take a walk for the next hour!"

Sora giggled. "Sounds reasonable," and she began to move against Yamato again.

Yamato simply groannd pnd picked up where he left off, right at her nipple.

And Takeru, standing out in the hallway, still shocked, finally regained his own senses and walked back down to the living room. He couldn�t do as Yamato asked, and take a walk, because he had no key to lock the apartment door, and ware Yre Yamato would be even more pissed were a complete stranger to walk into the place and interrupt Yamato and Sora as well.

Instead, Takeru, becoming tired again, stumbled down the hall back to his couch-bed, lay down, and firmly wrapped a pillow about his head to try and block out the sounds of Yamato and Sora�s lovemaking. Then he tried to get back to sleep.
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