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A/N: This chapter contains explicit verbal S/M which some may not enjoy. Well, I say that but I'm not sure how to describe what features here so as to properly warn those who won't like it. But anyway this is a warning, so don't act surprised when it comes up.

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A Digimon, Taito fic.

Chapter: 4

His back hit the wall with a hard thud, but he was too caught up in the kiss that was stealing his breath and his will to ever have his mouth all to himself again.

Strong, callused hands chased up his back massaging and gripping, holding so tight he felt he might break. What an interesting idea.

A leg pushed between his and started to rub systematically at his aching groin as he bucked against that strength.

The mouth moved to his neck and he bit his lip to stop the sounds from falling off his lips like he was dying to do. He was panting so hard that his chest was aching; the weight pressing into him wasn’t helping in the slightest. Not that he wanted it to move at all. He wanted it right were it was, and harder, harder against him. He wanted it crawling under his skin and choking his life from him in the most tantalising way. He tightened his hands on the warm back he was gripping for dear life, suddenly giving in and letting his teeth sink right through his lip.

The pain made his dick ache hard enough that he almost flinched at it, the blood now soaking into his mouth and running down his chin, tangy and salty and full of his life.

His masochism reached new heights as continued to chew on the split in his lip, widening and worsening the wound till his entire chin was dripping red and his throat burned from the metallic flavour and the heat.

Hands ran up under his shirt, pinching his nipples and digging nails into his tanned skin. He arched into the touch, and when he did those hands slammed him back, telling him distinctly that he had to stay still.

Their hips never stopped moving as they worked together, teeth sunk into his shoulder, nails in the other’s back, breath gasping past bubbling blood and seizing hands.

He had his head thrown back, desperately fighting for air as his chest burned; through flesh and muscle, his lungs ached and his nipples protested and his hips were going numb, pressed so hard into the wall behind him that he was losing sensation.

He let his hand loosen its death grip, and it fell to the hem of worn jeans. He slipped it under, running his fingers in the valley between firm buttocks before pinching and pulling at the tender flesh.

Abruptly his hand was snatched away and smacked into the wall by his head, pinned there for a moment; the jogging movement of their bodies making his knuckles rub along the wall and skinning them a little. But he didn’t mind.

He felt utterly powerless. He had no control in this situation and he liked it. He loved being overpowered and dominated. He loved the pain and the twinges of pleasure. He loved having to submit and whimper as he was roughly told to turn around.

His face now pressed into the wall, he stuck his ass out only to have it harshly pushed forward till he was sandwiched between the wall and a warm, consuming body. His prick protested the abrasive surface it was now forced to cosy with, but he ignored it as his buttocks were ruthlessly ground into, a hand fisted in his hair jerking his head back and exposing his neck to a questing mouth that threatened to devour him whole.

Hot breath panted over his jaw and fingers dug unkindly into his crotch, massaging his cock with no finesse or quarter.

But he loved it all.

“If you two are done fighting, Miya’s just about to put the movie on. I suggest you hurry if you don’t want to miss the best slices of pizza.”

The pair paused as Izzy’s voice came through the door they were making out right beside.

It was probably a good thing that the others had interpreted the weird sounds no doubt coming from the room as that of a violent struggle and not…well, this.

Yama pulled back a little, and Tai slumped, resting his head against the wall.

He was so fucking hard, and so close. But then he’d figured that orgasm wouldn’t come calling when he’d started this little romp.

They were, after all, at Ken’s house, in Ken’s room in fact. They had all gathered for a group night in – it was Ken’s turn to host – so there were movies, video games, a selection of store-bought and homemade food, and of course, the entire group of Digidestined, original and their replacements.

They’d been doing this a lot lately, Tai mused as Yama pulled away from resting on his back and straightened his clothes.

Tai remained propped against the wall, wondering quite how he’d brought out the exhibitionist streak in his friend.

Things had been going well really. At first, they had met up once a week or so. Then they were doing it most nights that they stayed over. Which was generally 5 nights a week.

Then they did it in public. Cinema’s, park toilettes, right behind their friends and families' back.

At first Yama had been against it, but now he got off on it as much as Tai did.

It was always a fifty-fifty situation, about which of them would instigate the next outdoor romp.

Today, it had been Tai. The idea of humping Yama with his friends and his sister next door turning him on too much to pass up on the chance.

So he’d given the signal – meet Yama’s eyes, glance at his crotch and back, then say ‘I had the weirdest dream last night.’ (they’d had to make up some weird dreams to answer the return questions from the others, but that wasn’t too hard.). Tai had originally wanted it to be ‘does anyone else think it’s hot in here?’ but Yama had said a flat ‘no’. He’d also vetoed Tai’s idea of ‘Yama, can you give me a hand?’. Neither of them could have said that with a straight face.

Of course, Yama was still thinking about girls while they humped, but Tai drifted sometimes. He thought about men, his pet fantasy, random girls, whatever. As of yet he hadn’t thought of Yama as they had their little tryst. That would just be weird.

And besides, Yama wasn’t kinky enough for him. Though he was learning. Not too long after it began, Yama started to lose his shyness; Tai had given out a lot of encouragement to get that far, and now Yama was in control of the make-out sessions. And Tai was very happy with that.

They had yet to actually do much beyond humping though.

Some gracing touches with hands, stripping to boxers, doing it makeshift doggy-style and in other, interesting positions, but no actual sex, and no blow-jobs, no hand jobs.

Which Tai was okay with. He did want more, but he still enjoyed the simple pressure of Yama rubbing against him. It felt more brutish as it was. He wanted rough and ready and he got it.

They been doing it for 3 months now, and were familiar with every part of the other’s body, but for the crotch and arsehole. But Tai was sure that it would progress eventually. Yama may have loosened up, but he was still straight and could only go so far without forgetting the woman in his head and becoming very aware of the man against his leg.

Tai felt like a dog sometimes, rubbing like that.

But that just turned him on more. He loved being sordid and deviant. He entertained thoughts about sex that he knew he’d never share with Yama, but that got him harder than anything else.

Wiping the blood from his chin and sucking on the wound automatically, Tai turned to lean his back against the wall.

Yama was ruffling his hair just right, but he paused when he saw the state of Tai’s lip.

“Thanks a lot, Tai.” He muttered as he advanced, resting one arm by Tai’s head so he could lean in over the smaller man. “Now everyone’s gonna be on my case for bloodying you up.” He grumbled.

Before Tai could volunteer to hit him, Matt kissed his sore mouth. It was a harsh touch, with none of the concern or thoughtfulness reserved for real relationships.

Yama sucked the blood off his lip and chin, licking it clean, before sucking the wound as well.

Tai wondered vaguely if Matt enjoyed the taste of his blood. It wouldn’t surprise him.

He fought back the urge to bite Matt. That would make things worse.

The kisses they shared weren’t like those a couple might have. It was just something they did, like shaking hands, patting shoulders, hugging; it was just an action that they did as a sign of their friendship, that they were comfortable enough with each other to touch like that.

Their kisses were, really, innocent of all the subtle emotions a couple shared with each pressing of lips. They instead had a whole other litany of emotions to be expressed through their kisses. Rivalry and condemnation, judgement and cynicism, teasing and at the root of it all, absolute support.

They were both stiff and aching, rumpled and hot, but they had to go back out to their friends.

Of course, when later that night they met up and finished what they’d started here, it would be a stunning orgasm they worked themselves too, after the teasing and the waiting they were doing now.

Yama pulled back after the long kiss, shooting Tai a glance that said he shouldn’t get himself into these messes if he couldn’t handle the pressure, before opening the door and walking back into the main room.

Tai followed, frown firmly set in place. He was damned if he’d be the one to slip up.

“You didn’t break anything did you?” Ken asked concernedly as he looked over at them, before his eyes took in Tai’s bruising lip.

“Yama!” Mimi scolded, glaring at the blonde for his perceived crime.

“He started it.” Matt grumbled back, quite truthfully. He took the seat on the sofa that Sora had saved for him, knowing he hated to sit on the floor.

Tai just smiled through the ache and, fortunately, sat beside the blonde.

Everyone either glanced as his lip, wincing, or looked at Matt, judging.

But they shrugged it off quickly – it was a common occurrence and neither Tai nor Yama took it personally, so it didn’t matter either way.

As the movie progressed, they all became engrossed, but Tai did not miss the opportunities to grope Yama’s crotch when they arose, and the blonde did the same.

By the end of the movie the ache that had started earlier that afternoon was just as prominent, so as soon as they could make their excuses, they left.

It was troublesome to make up a lie so that Kari and T.K. didn’t worry as they left without waiting for them or their parents to pick them up (Yama’s mom had been planning to drop him off home before taking T.K. back).

Since they had been denied the chance to get it on with their friends unwittingly listening in, they would have to find a suitable public place to finish it.

Tai took a hold of Yama’s hand and dragged him from the apartment complex, breaking into a sprint and pulling the blonde after him as he raced to the nearest park.

When they made the safety of the bushes just off the main path through the park, Tai didn’t fight as Yama slammed him into the nearest tree.

As before, they started face to face, grinding hard and a little uneven, Yama free now to mark Tai’s neck with his sharp little teeth, cutting fine channels in his tanned skin and letting blood well up just a little, only to be wiped away with a slick, hot tongue.

It didn’t matter how callused the hands were that traced torsos and demandingly pulled their shirts out; all that mattered was that the roughness of the stiff finger tips and warm palms was enough to dig deep and satisfy.

Their mouths met in rough battle, bruising lips harder and harder, tongues twining and sliding from mouth to mouth, around slick teeth and soft, detailed gums. They each sucked hungrily on the other, swallowing mouthfuls of saliva and trying to get their tongues down their throats as well.

They chewed on lips and tongue, harsh in their ministrations and damned to be the first one to cry out.

Tai kept pushing forward for more contact, only to be pushed back into the tree each time, his shoulders growing numb from cold and impact.

Yama had longer fingernails than he did, and they cut ravines around his nipples, before dissecting the rigid nubs; the whimpers this cut loose opening Tai’s mouth to Matt’s invasive muscle.

Tai’s hands fisted in blonde hair, dragging his head closer and refusing either of them nourishing breath, preferring to suffer under passionate kiss instead.

Yama’s hand cupped his pectoral, as if there should have been a greater swelling there, kneading with the precision that Tai had taught him (knowing how to massage was great in sport and aerobic activities).

As if to make up for the lack of tissue on his chest, Tai’s erection beat hard with the pulse of his lust, jumping against Yama’s upper thigh, not that the blonde cared to notice.

As before, Yama abruptly broke the kiss to turn his friend around, pressing him into the tree, with more concessions this time; he let Tai stick his arse out so that they both bent forward, Yama over the brunette’s back. Tai pushing back against him, up against him.

He felt hedged in and crowded. And he loved it.

Yama’s hands ran over every plane of his chest and sides, even drifting up the arms that supported him. Yama was all around him, blocking off every avenue he ever had of escape. There was no park there was no tree, there was no night. Just the warm overshadowing presence of another, strong body.

Tai spread his legs – Yama snorted as the girl in his head bent like a whore – letting the taller man get right between his thighs, mimicking the full act with every crack of his hips against Tai’s backside.

The slap of warm and solid abdomen muscles had Tai shaking and moaning like a bitch in heat, desperate for more and desperate to be bred properly.

His back bent at angles he would not have thought possible, all to throw his pert butt back into Yama’s warm groin again and again.

The blonde had once again sunk his teeth into the brunette, nibbling and chewing on the taut lines of his shoulder as if he was taking a bite out of the man and was savouring every burgeoning flavour.

Tai panted hard through his open mouth, giving up all pretence of control, moaning into the bark of the tree where his face was pressed.

He licked his lips as something caught his eye.

A policeman, one of the one’s who patrolled the park at night, had paused on the path beside them, smoking a cigarette in the light of the lamp that stood there.

Grinning and arching harder, sure Yama didn’t know about the other man, Tai kept his voice a soft susurration – for Yama’s sake, it would be difficult to tell if it was male or female.

“Harder, please, harder, I want you so deep inside I can feel you rubbing raw every inch of me. I want your cock to stretch me and break me all over you.

“I need it, I need to feel you. Please God, don’t you want me? Don’t you want to feel my flesh slick around your prick, gripping and holding and swallowing you.” Yama groaned low, practically a growl at these words, his hips working faster as his hand dropped to massage Tai’s crotch – squeezing it solidly in his fist rather than jerking Tai's throbbing dick. “I’ll take you all in, every inch, I want you to climb inside me and I’ll never let you go.”

The policeman was looking around, unsure if he’d heard anything or not.

“God, I’m so wet, I’m so hot. I’m aching so bad, fill me up, God I’m empty and I can’t stand it, I want something inside me, I want you inside me, ripping and tearing and burning into me.

“So big, you’re so big, I can barely take you but I want it all, I need it all, I want your cum swelling my belly so that your friends know you bred me, bred me like the bitch I am, that I begged and pleaded,” Tai choked back a sob of pain as Yama bit him so hard he knew his shirt would stain with blood. “And oh God, I want more, I want more, oh God I need it, your cock is so good, so fucking good, I want all of it I want you to devour me, I want to soak your juice into me and feel it slicking me.”

Yes, Tai wouldn’t have minded being a girl that much at all.

“I’m so wet, I’m so wet for you, I want more, I need more! I want it so bad, I’m so lucky, you’re so big, so hard, so hot; so big but I’ll take it all, ‘cos I’m a good girl and you want it don’t you, want to be balls deep in me, don’t you?” Yama was moving so hard against him, Tai briefly wondered how sore he’d be if they were really screwing. “You want me to take it, you want me to spin on it and bounce on it and suck it up like the slut I am, don’t you? Don’t you?”

“Yes.” Matt ground out.

“You want me so sore I can’t walk.” Tai said sweetly through his gasps.

“Yes.”

“You want me.” He whispered, a little snide, a little sexy. He was so close, so close he could feel the edge right there and he was ready to go head first.

“Yes.” Was that all Yama could say?

“You want all of me.” Tai hissed.

“Hell yes!” Yama groaned forcefully into his ear, squeezing hard at Tai’s cock.

And that was it for the smaller man.

He opened his mouth wide, but made no noise as his body jerked, his hips spasming back into Yama’s continuing thrusts.

As the pleasure faded, he almost choked as the muscles in his throat seized up.

Finally, gasping for air, he hung his head. Eventually, he became aware that Yama was still moving furiously behind him.

He turned his head and noted that the policeman had left already.

He wondered idly if it was much before Yama’s declaration.

He felt wonderfully sated, but still, knowing Yama hadn’t come yet made him feel the night wasn’t completed.

He’d gotten a treat. He’d gotten to talk dirty and be humped like a whore whilst a policeman stood by.

Only fair that Yama get something nice too.

He wasn’t sure where the impetus came from, but he wanted to do this. Both because it was a wonderful end to his own little role play, and because someone had to take the first step onward.

Using his returned strength, Tai pushed Yama away easily.

The blonde stumbled back, staring at him for a moment, at a loss as to what the brunette was doing there when his pretty little thing had been in that spot just moments ago.

Tai smiled at the confusion, before grabbing Yama’s shoulder and pressing him into the tree they’d been humping into.

He stepped into Yama’s side, tucking his head down and sandwiching his body to the blondes, curving his waist, so that only his stomach made definite contact. He wrapped one arm around Yama's shoulders so he could control him.

As Yama gathered his wits, Tai slipped his hand into the blonde’s trousers, and under the hem of his boxers.

With a hiss, Yama stopped thinking.

Working the erection methodically at first, Tai ran his fingers over the thick veins along its sides, smoothing the tips into the tender tissue under the head of the blonde’s prick.

Yama’s arm slid around his waist.

He jerked the semi-loose skin back and forth, massaging the length with precision, before running the nail of his thumb over the weeping slit.

Yama bucked and made a strangled noise.

Wanting it to be thoroughly enjoyable for the blonde, Tai stopped pumping for a moment to take his hand back and put it in his own boxers.

Before Yama could come down, his warm rough hand was back on his engorged cock, slick now with Tai’s ejaculate.

Yama made a low noise in his throat, his body alternating between wound up and utterly loose.

Leaning in, Tai licked at the blondes neck in time with rubbing the slit again, aware that he might be jerking off to the idea of working someone else’s cock with his own, natural lubricant, in the near future.

He squeezed the head gently, kneading and strumming with his fingers, pausing a moment to fondle the blonde’s balls, stroking that little space between the balls and the anus, just because it felt nice.

Moving back to the straining dick, he started sucking at the vein in Yama’s neck, careful not to leave a hickey (any marks he gained could be explained away with waggling eyebrows, but Yama wasn’t that kind of guy) though promising that one of these days, that wet heat would be around Yama’s prick instead of callused fingers.

Maybe Yama really got that insinuation, for that’s all it took.

Tai continued to hold and work the erupting cock, feeling his libido coming back as another man’s organ pulsed in his hand.

As Yama sagged against the tree, his muscles so close to giving out entirely, Tai stroked one last time, noting the shudder that ran through the blonde, and deciding that Yama’s was longer, but slimmer, than his own penis.

Retrieving his errant hand, Yama was allowed to slide down the tree trunk to slump on the earth at its base.

Tai licked his fingers clean, making sure Yama didn’t watch this. He wasn’t sure the blonde would want to see that sort of thing.

When he’d cleaned it all off, and noted that Yama’s cream tasted tarter, like lemons or something, he too sat on the loam and closed his eyes.

They sat like that for a while, and Tai was pretty sure that Yama was wondering when he’d have to jerk Tai off in return.

But that was a worry for later.

For now, they had to get home, grab a shower and get to bed.

Getting home wasn’t exactly hard, just that the night was crisp and they both now had cooling jism soaking their crotches. Not nice.

Tai stood first, offering his hand to Yama, and laughing when the blonde eyed said hand as if it was diseased.

As Tai broke into peals of laughter, the blonde followed, cradling his face in his hands before abruptly taking Tai’s own and tugging himself to his feet.

If he was bothered by the lingering wetness of saliva on Tai’s palm, he didn’t show it.

Smiling and breezy in the afterglow of sex, they slung arms around the other’s shoulders and wandered towards Yama’s house, as it was closest.

Anyone seeing them would have thought they’d been out drinking, what with the swaying steps and lazy gait.

Later Yama would ask about the little speech Tai had given, and the brunette would explain about the cop.

Yama would then proceed to beat Tai senseless for not telling him about it, and risking them both.

But surprisingly, Yama didn’t really mind the dirty talk. In fact, he really rather seemed to like it.

A/N: It's my aim that in each chapter, what they get up to is different, with different moods, motions and motivations.

Reading through this chapter again, it's pretty squicky if you're not into it so sorry if it wasn't your thing.

As I said, the next chapters will be different so if you would persevere, you may enjoy this still.

I like dirty talk, but I find it difficult to get across the sentiment of each exclamation, and it ends up as a big hunk of text. Any suggestions are welcome. Adding more description of tones and inflections would probably help, but I don't want to become repetitive or distract from what's actually being said.

The cop…I'm not sure if they actually patrol parks in Japan, but I suppose it's not too out there that one would wander through one at night, right?
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