After the Dresses Are Gone
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Category:
+M to R › Princess Princess
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
7
Views:
12,091
Reviews:
53
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Princess Princess, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter Four
Chapter 4
Tooru followed Yuujirou back to their room feeling light headed. He was aware at one point that Mikoto and Akira talked to the two of them, but he didn’t hear what they said nor what Yuujirou told them that made them go away. He didn’t really hear anything until the door of their dorm room was locked behind them, the curtains drawn, and Yuujirou had shed every bit of his clothing. “Will you take your clothes off too, Tooru?” he asked, and that question came through loud and clear. But his mouth wasn’t working, and he froze. “Let me undress you, Tooru,” said Yuujirou, “I’ll make you feel good, I promise. Tell me no if you don’t want me to.”
But even as he was talking, Yuujirou was rubbing something glistening over his cock, something that made Tooru unable to take his eyes from that wet, almost shining red flesh. Tooru moved his mouth, but nothing came out of it. And then Yuujirou carefully wiped his hands, and his long slender fingers were undoing Tooru’s jacket, removing his shirt, putting them up. Without his jacket, the bulge from Tooru’s own erection was obvious, and he whimpered as Yuujirou’s hands rubbed up and down before finally undoing Tooru’s belt and zipper, pulling down pants and underwear with one firm jerk. Tooru let out a cry as his cock sprang out, so excited that it was pointing almost straight ahead.
“Toochan, so slutty!” said that wicked voice of Yuujirou's, and then his hand was on Tooru’s cock, pulling him closer so he could rub their erections together. Whatever the shiny stuff was that Yuujirou had put on his cock, it let his hand move on Tooru without the least bit of friction.
`Oh, god,’ thought Tooru, `he didn’t lie! It feels so good, oh god, he’s going to make me come soon!’ “No!” he managed to moan out, and his hands came up to push Yuujirou away. But all they did was grip him as Tooru swayed, and then let out a little cry as Yuujirou’s other hand stroked his balls. Then Yuujirou’s mouth was on his, and Tooru was lost.
He’s good, too good, so good, I can’t help myself! When did he learn to kiss like this? His tongue—oh god, his tongue! And then jealousy flared in Tooru again—how many people had he kissed like this? How many had he showed that gorgeous big cock of his to? He was a slut! And Tooru’s hand fisted in Yuujirou’s hair, jerking.
“Tooru!” cried out Yuujirou, his head pulled back, his throat exposed so Tooru could take his pulse if he wished. Once more that pale skin of Yuujirou’s was pink and flushed. How dare he be so beautiful! How dare he tempt Tooru like this! He wasn’t going to be the woman—no! He wasn’t gay! He’d be the one to fuck Yuujirou’s thighs, to slide his cock between them this time. He jerked and pushed and fell on a whimpering Yuujirou, pinning him to his bed, biting and sucking on one of those red, erect nipples as he tried to slide his cock between the blonde’s legs. He couldn’t do both, and he released the little nub with a cry of frustration, rose up and positioned himself just under Yuujirou’s balls, and pushed in between those thighs dusted with gold hair.
And Yuujirou moved his thighs in and shifted up and down in a way that made Tooru’s head fly back and his back arch. Suddenly his nipples were squeezed hard, just like his cock, and that was all it took, and Tooru thrust his hand into his mouth to muffle the scream that came out with the flood of cum pouring from his penis.
He fell forward, limp, into Yuujirou’s arms, into his kiss. And then he lay there on his side, his mouth open, watching as Yuujirou frantically jerked his cock and then sprayed Tooru’s stomach and chest with his own sperm. For the longest while, they lay there facing each other, carefully avoiding eye contact, catching their breath. To his horror, Tooru felt his own cock start to swell again. He rolled over abruptly, trying to rise, but Yuujirou’s arms caught him from behind and pulled him back against his chest. One hand found his cock, and immediately the traitorous piece of flesh responded and stiffened.
“No!” cried out Tooru.
Yuujirou laughed, making Tooru shiver, and his lips found Tooru’s ear, biting, licking as his hand moved up and down. Tooru whimpered.
“You want to tell me something, Toochan?” whispered Yuujirou.
“Faster!”
“Slutty, slutty Tooru!” said Yuujirou, but he moved his hand faster anyway.
Tooru followed Yuujirou back to their room feeling light headed. He was aware at one point that Mikoto and Akira talked to the two of them, but he didn’t hear what they said nor what Yuujirou told them that made them go away. He didn’t really hear anything until the door of their dorm room was locked behind them, the curtains drawn, and Yuujirou had shed every bit of his clothing. “Will you take your clothes off too, Tooru?” he asked, and that question came through loud and clear. But his mouth wasn’t working, and he froze. “Let me undress you, Tooru,” said Yuujirou, “I’ll make you feel good, I promise. Tell me no if you don’t want me to.”
But even as he was talking, Yuujirou was rubbing something glistening over his cock, something that made Tooru unable to take his eyes from that wet, almost shining red flesh. Tooru moved his mouth, but nothing came out of it. And then Yuujirou carefully wiped his hands, and his long slender fingers were undoing Tooru’s jacket, removing his shirt, putting them up. Without his jacket, the bulge from Tooru’s own erection was obvious, and he whimpered as Yuujirou’s hands rubbed up and down before finally undoing Tooru’s belt and zipper, pulling down pants and underwear with one firm jerk. Tooru let out a cry as his cock sprang out, so excited that it was pointing almost straight ahead.
“Toochan, so slutty!” said that wicked voice of Yuujirou's, and then his hand was on Tooru’s cock, pulling him closer so he could rub their erections together. Whatever the shiny stuff was that Yuujirou had put on his cock, it let his hand move on Tooru without the least bit of friction.
`Oh, god,’ thought Tooru, `he didn’t lie! It feels so good, oh god, he’s going to make me come soon!’ “No!” he managed to moan out, and his hands came up to push Yuujirou away. But all they did was grip him as Tooru swayed, and then let out a little cry as Yuujirou’s other hand stroked his balls. Then Yuujirou’s mouth was on his, and Tooru was lost.
He’s good, too good, so good, I can’t help myself! When did he learn to kiss like this? His tongue—oh god, his tongue! And then jealousy flared in Tooru again—how many people had he kissed like this? How many had he showed that gorgeous big cock of his to? He was a slut! And Tooru’s hand fisted in Yuujirou’s hair, jerking.
“Tooru!” cried out Yuujirou, his head pulled back, his throat exposed so Tooru could take his pulse if he wished. Once more that pale skin of Yuujirou’s was pink and flushed. How dare he be so beautiful! How dare he tempt Tooru like this! He wasn’t going to be the woman—no! He wasn’t gay! He’d be the one to fuck Yuujirou’s thighs, to slide his cock between them this time. He jerked and pushed and fell on a whimpering Yuujirou, pinning him to his bed, biting and sucking on one of those red, erect nipples as he tried to slide his cock between the blonde’s legs. He couldn’t do both, and he released the little nub with a cry of frustration, rose up and positioned himself just under Yuujirou’s balls, and pushed in between those thighs dusted with gold hair.
And Yuujirou moved his thighs in and shifted up and down in a way that made Tooru’s head fly back and his back arch. Suddenly his nipples were squeezed hard, just like his cock, and that was all it took, and Tooru thrust his hand into his mouth to muffle the scream that came out with the flood of cum pouring from his penis.
He fell forward, limp, into Yuujirou’s arms, into his kiss. And then he lay there on his side, his mouth open, watching as Yuujirou frantically jerked his cock and then sprayed Tooru’s stomach and chest with his own sperm. For the longest while, they lay there facing each other, carefully avoiding eye contact, catching their breath. To his horror, Tooru felt his own cock start to swell again. He rolled over abruptly, trying to rise, but Yuujirou’s arms caught him from behind and pulled him back against his chest. One hand found his cock, and immediately the traitorous piece of flesh responded and stiffened.
“No!” cried out Tooru.
Yuujirou laughed, making Tooru shiver, and his lips found Tooru’s ear, biting, licking as his hand moved up and down. Tooru whimpered.
“You want to tell me something, Toochan?” whispered Yuujirou.
“Faster!”
“Slutty, slutty Tooru!” said Yuujirou, but he moved his hand faster anyway.