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Rurouni Kenshin Fan-Fic - GOJOU	By : KikueMugen Category: Rurouni Kenshin > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 10110 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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“Now, where were we?” Aoshi asked Kenshin in a low seducing tone.

“I was about to violate your most perfect haunches—that I was,” replied Kenshin in a melodically tone.

Aoshi sat erect, back straight, chin just about to his chest with his head slightly tilted to the side. He stared sternly into Kenshin’s violet eyes and chuckled knowingly. “Oh you were?” Aoshi questioned sarcastically. “May I ask, what makes you believe that you will have your way with me tonight?”

“I have not had you today, but you indulged yourself in me. It should not be surprising to you that I would assume that it is my turn now,” Kenshin said.

“Hmm,” hummed Aoshi. He considered his lover’s point of view for a moment, and then he asked, “What has you believing that I am in agreement with your reasoning?”

Aoshi was not about to give in to Kenshin easily, not without some sort of resistance. It was Aoshi’s nature to do so, and it was in Kenshin’s nature to overcome resistance.

There was no question. Kenshin saw the challenge in Aoshi’s eyes; he could feel it in the air. His heartbeat quickened as he felt an awakening inside. An invigorating surge of energy slashed through him so quickly, it was as though he had no control over its energies. Kenshin was blinded for a split second with what seemed like a burst of light. The sensation cleared immediately straight after, but it left Kenshin with a vision that was incredibly focused and extraordinarily quick.

Aoshi was more than astonished to witness Kenshin’s unequivocal transformation. He was penetrated by his lover’s subjugating glare, drawn deeply into it as though Aoshi was being hypnotized without the power found within him to stand his ground.

“Battousai,” Aoshi said rather mutedly and in awe. He was unable to resist the unspoken challenge. “So, it appears you want me to submit myself to you for your enjoyment?”

Kenshin grinned a devilishly smirk, and then his expression grew blank. He replied in a succession of syllables, the words flowed through his lips liquidly as he spoke. “Aoshi, do as I say and you will not be disappointed.”

“What if I refuse? Will there be consequences for me to face?”

Without uttering another word Kenshin made his move quickly and leapt forward from his seated position knocking Aoshi over with his weight. The shinobi hit the tatami gracefully, almost without a sound with Kenshin on top of him. Aoshi opened his mouth to speak, but Kenshin, in his speediness, seized the moment.

There was no resisting Kenshin’s demand. Aoshi willfully parted his lips and allowed his lover oral access, savoring Kenshin’s darting, forceful tongue. Although the shinobi was enjoying the kiss, the event felt awkward for him. It was out of character for Aoshi to abandon his dominance in such a fashion.

Aoshi pushed Kenshin from him and turned his head to the side, breaking the kiss. “I wish this to stop,” said he.

“Aoshi!” Kenshin scolded sternly. “I will not stop until I take what you had promised me— Stop, I will not do.” With a firm grip on Aoshi’s chin Kenshin swiveled the shinobi to look him in the eye. “You will do as I say!” Kenshin’s eyes shown golden flecks that sparkled as his irises reflected the candle’s flame.

“No!” Aoshi shouted stubbornly. He swung his arm and broke the grip Kenshin had on him. Aoshi immediately realized the furrow at Kenshin’s brow, and he knew that he had irritated his spirited lover beyond constraint.

Instinctively, Kenshin gathered his fingers tightly and formed a fist. He shot a strike directly at Aoshi’s face driving it forth with the force of his shoulder as he leaned into it.

Aoshi saw the blurred speed of Kenshin’s fist as it flew toward him. “Ahggh,” Aoshi sneered angrily. Gritting his teeth, he caught Kenshin’s fist in mid-strike just before the blow struck his face. It was Aoshi’s turn to wear the frown as he glared at his lover. With one heaving motion Aoshi bucked Kenshin off of him, and then he became the aggressor. His unrobed body exhibited strong muscles that flexed quickly into position to defend, or at that moment, take the offensive position. He swung at Kenshin, missing his mark, but gracefully recovered and repositioned his stance.

“You apparently like it rough,” said Aoshi. His breathing was fast paced and little drops of sweat began forming at his temples.

“It doesn’t have to be this way,” Kenshin said as he stood to his feet as well, but kept his guard. He was also showing signs of physical stress as his nostrils flared taking in as much air as possible to catch his breath.

Kenshin and Aoshi were heated in another way besides from the obvious physical work out. Their arousal were evidence of the primal passion they stored within. Their bodies burned for one another, but neither one was willing to admit that. Not right then. They were both challenged, and they yearned for a deeper satisfaction that neither had any understanding. They simply knew that it was there, inside of them, fighting to surface.

Aoshi was the first to relax his stance, underestimating his lover. He stood erect, back straight, and evidently oblivious to his full erection that stood out before him. That was when Kenshin lunged at him, expeditiously, throwing the otherwise steady shinobi off balance, and in an instant the two found themselves outside, for the door to their room gave way as their naked bodies broke through, shattering the thin pieces of wood everywhere. Again, Aoshi bucked Kenshin away from him, rolled off the dormitory’s platform and landed on his feet. Kenshin hurled his body against the shinobi still again, sending the two of them to land on the wet ground beneath the starlit sky.

“You are mine tonight Aoshi, right here, right now,” he spoke forth the words slowly—calmly. Kenshin took a hand full of hair between his fingers and held Aoshi’s head against the sopping ground. He felt Aoshi struggle beneath him. Aoshi was unable to get a good hold on Kenshin due to the wet earth that covered their bodies. Kenshin planted his mouth firmly against Aoshi’s lips, their cocks mingled between them, sliding against one another producing the most erotic sensations.

The power that Kenshin had over Aoshi had much more to do with just sheer strength. There was a deeper substance that moved well beyond the realm of brute might. There was an essence of energy that forced its way through the two that melded them together, thus uniting them as one in the process.

Under Kenshin, Aoshi deeply wanted to give himself over to his lover, but the battle between them, before such a moment, was what they took pleasure in the most. Aoshi having to become submissive to Kenshin was totally out of the proud shinobi’s nature. For Kenshin, the mere fact that he was able to experience the passion of the infamous battousai without taking a life in the process was good enough to die for. Yes, such a union held little place for words to describe, for how can one describe—perfection?

“Open up for me,” Kenshin demanded as he slid his free hand between Aoshi’s long, slender legs.

“Is this how you have decided to take me Kenshin Himura—out here in the mud under the night’s sky? Have you forced me out here to take me as an animal?” Aoshi adjusted his position on the wet ground to better accommodate Kenshin’s sensual exploration. His lips tightened as he felt Kenshin’s finger against his portal. Expelling a low grunting murmur as the first finger pushed through and entered him, he turned his head in his lover’s direction, and in a more submissive manner, he bade for a kiss.

“Are you desiring this now?” Kenshin asked as he pushed his second finger between Aoshi’s buttocks and embedded it deep within his lover.

“Haaah…” Aoshi arched the back of his neck as he exhaled.

“Tell me, Aoshi. Is this what you enjoy?” Kenshin’s gripping hold at the top of the shinobi’s head intensified, snapping a few strands of hairs from Aoshi’s head.

“Hmmm, yesss,” the shinobi hissed as he felt his testicles tighten above Kenshin’s working fingers. The very thought of him being finger fucked outside on the wet, muddy ground urged Aoshi to let go of his rights to dominance, at least for that particular sexual engagement. Given how intensely roused he was, Aoshi had to admit that being under the strength his lover had its benefits.

Kenshin began to stroke his own cock against Aoshi’s. Flesh on flesh, wet from the moisture of the fallen rain mixed along with their pre-come overflow. He moved his hips in rotation, matching Aoshi’s narrow circular pattern of movement below him. The energy inside of him was building quickly, for he held his release since the early hours of the day, in wait for what was to be his acquisition—his moment of fulfillment.

“You are ready for me now,” said Kenshin as he removed his fingers from Aoshi’s depth and positioned himself, spreading Aoshi’s legs with the outside of his thighs.

“I don’t understand what it is about you when you are like this, but it seems that it has me powerless to resist your bidding,” Aoshi said, as he made ready for penetration. He supported his weight on the back of his heels, his knees bent, as Kenshin wedged himself closer to him between his legs. And then Aoshi relinquished himself as his lover impaled him. “Kenshin…” Aoshi hollered. “Haaah!”

Kenshin fought his urge to spill his seed right there, as he pushed through Aoshi’s tight portal. The grip of the shinobi around his solid erection was pleasantly suffocating, pulling sensations into the head of his cock until the swordsman could barely stand the intense feelings that washed over his body. Kenshin shivered with excitement, almost as though he was in agony. He then began to move around inside of Aoshi, at first slowly, but steadily. He gazed at his lover’s sensual expression displayed before him, which heightened the pleasures for him even still.

The sound of Aoshi breathing was hard and forceful. It could be heard along with the melody of their lovemaking if there should be anyone within a reasonable distance from them, but the two had abandoned their sense of inhibition the moment Kenshin released himself to experience the hitokiri’s spirit within. Each time Kenshin lunged forward to impale his cock deeper into Aoshi, the shinobi made little blissful sounds of sexual delight. Kenshin wasn’t exactly silent either, but his verbal pleasure was more aggressive.

Kenshin withdrew rather abruptly and gestured toward the dorm. “I want to enter you from behind. There, over on the dorm landing.”

Aoshi realized that his lover wanted to fuck him, bent over and standing up at the landing’s railing. The thought of being opened to Kenshin in that way was already driving Aoshi into a frenzied state. He stood to his feet, and followed Kenshin over to the landing; at the same time, he brushed what he could reach of the caking mudpack from his back.

There was no tarry on Kenshin’s part. His body wanted Aoshi in the worst way. He ached with deliberate lust and the need to quench the fire that had already gone inside of him. He hurriedly turned Aoshi to face the railing next to their dorm room and pushed his lover’s torso forward until he had full view of Aoshi’s perfectly shaped ass and the delectable portal he so eagerly wanted to penetrate.

Aoshi held steady for a moment and held his breath. He didn’t have to wait long at all. “Aaaggggh!” Aoshi cried out as Kenshin deliberately rammed his fluid filled poker into Aoshi’s willing ass.

“Oooo, ahhh, mmmn,” Kenshin uttered as he began to pump into and out of Aoshi’s pleasurable cavern. “Spread your legs wider Aoshi,” Kenshin demanded in a severe tone, “I want to get into you—deeper.”

Aoshi felt his lover possess him, shattering all of his defenses to the point of actually appreciating his servile position. With each thrust the shinobi endured, he did so with pleasure and gave more of himself to Kenshin along the way until he couldn’t endure anymore. What transpired between the two was spellbinding for the both of them. Each man in his own role was performing opposite capacity, and both realized then that they qualified adequately no matter which way their lovemaking led the two.

Kenshin smoothed the wet earth on Aoshi’s back and rubbed it along the shinobi’s hips as he worked his cock in and out of the shinobi’s tight offering. The mud dripped off of Aoshi’s back, splattering against the wooden lumber beneath their feet. Scooping a puddle of the earth from the small of Aoshi’s back, Kenshin leaned into his lover, extending his manhood completely into Aoshi, and at the same time Kenshin began smearing the earthly concoction over Aoshi’s hardened nipples.

“Oooh,” Aoshi cooed as he reached for Kenshin’s hand. The sensations the swordsman was causing Aoshi by rubbing the wet earth upon his scarred body took his senses to new heights. His cock was ready to spill forth his seed as he tried to keep himself from giving into his climax too soon. However, with so much going on, and Kenshin’s dominating treatment, it had Aoshi barely holding on to his senses. “Ahhh, Kenshhhh…” Aoshi slid his hand directly over his own sex-driven manhood and instinctively pumped up and down his shaft, spreading the smooth mud over his swollen flesh.

There was no stopping the immense flood that sped through Kenshin’s body. The rhythmic pace he kept himself to as he fucked Aoshi increased double fold the closer he got to his dam-break. Kenshin’s eyes wild with ardent passion, his nostrils flared as he drew in the needed air to sustain his momentum, and then it happened— Kenshin pulled Aoshi toward him by the hips, fitting his entire shaft deep inside his lover narrow, tight fitting canal, his jaw dropped as he met the incredible impact straight on. He was oblivious to all else around him as the first wave of release spewed from him, followed by succeeding waves of ripping pleasure that poured out from him into Aoshi.

“Aaaggggh…” Aoshi was met with his own convulsive orgasm that had his load gushing forth, splattering against the wooden beam that supported the dojo’s railing. His hand beat down on his male flesh, pumping the white substance from him as he willfully pushed his receiving portal against Kenshin’s groin, blissfully accepting all that Kenshin had for him.

Kenshin’s patience paid off, for the climax was incredible, draining the swordsman of his hitokiri essence, which was planted deep inside of his lover. Kenshin withdrew, his cock exhausted, his body relaxed. Before he could say anything Aoshi had turned around and taken Kenshin into his arms. They shared a kiss, a deep soulful kiss that was like no other.

Off in the distance in the darkness, the glow of a smoldering spent cigarette hit the ground scattering tiny sparks in every direction. Saitou exhaled what was left of the last bit of smoke from between his lips. He had watched, from the other side of the dormitory building, the sexual performance Kenshin and Aoshi had just concluded. Saitou was drawn out earlier to investigate the ruckus Kenshin and Aoshi made as they crashed through the dormitory’s door, splintering the wood in all directions. The way things were going that evening; Saitou had doubts that the crash he heard was anything else, but perhaps a lover’s spat, or in Kenshin and Aoshi’s case, a heated love session between two very sexually crazed men. Saitou snickered to himself and adjusted his arousal as he watched Kenshin and Aoshi make their way to the bathhouse to rid themselves of the mud they’d collected on their bodies.

Saitou quietly made his way back into the room and walked over to Sano’s side and sighed. Sano was fast asleep. Saitou was tempted to wake his mate, for under his garment was a nagging erection that was begging for attention. Apparently, Kenshin and Aoshi’s sex-romp had caused the wolf to desire to indulge in his own sensual escapade with his mate, but unfortunately, Sano had soon nodded off straight after their important discussion about Saitou’s situation concerning the wolf’s sons.

Placing his yukata along side the futon, Saitou slid between the covers and resumed his position like a puzzle piece that fit perfectly against Sano’s backside. Saitou set his arm around the young man and pressed his body against his mate and tried to ignore his willful manhood that seemed to have a mind of its own. The position in which Saitou resumed directly behind and up against Sano only strengthened his already roused organ. When his arousal came to rest just beneath the partition of Sano’s ass, there was no resisting a few slight thrusts against his mate. The friction at the head of Saitou’s erection caused him to feel a little too splendid to resist continuing, at least for a little while.

Sano was usually a heavy sleeper, especially if he had been drinking before he slumbered. It seemed impossible for Saitou to deny himself a little indulgence while Sano was right there in his arms pressed against his yearning body. The scene between Kenshin and Aoshi had Saitou realizing his own primal beckoning.

“Mmmm,” purred Saitou as he continued to slide his entire shaft along the top of Sano’s buttocks. He pressed his torso against Sano’s back and slid his hand over his sleeping lover’s firm chest, feeling every inch of Sano as he moved his fingers over the young man’s fine definition. Saitou was losing even more forbearance as his sensual act pulled him into Sano. He moved his hips to and fro, enjoying the sensations the friction of Sano’s rounded ass was producing within.

Sano stirred a little, only to move closer against Saitou in response to the wolf’s prodding, for Saitou had abandoned restraint and had given himself entirely to the progression of acquisition. Saitou began tonguing the side of Sano’s neck and jaw as he pushed his cock against Sano’s ass, his stiffened pole separating the fissure between Sano’s firm, padded buttocks.

“I thought I was dreaming,” said Sano as he reached behind him to feel Saitou pushing against his ass. The wolf was breathing against his neck with deep hot breaths, which sent tingles up the young man’s spine. Sano continued to caress Saitou’s hip and his other hand covered the Saitou’s hand that was occupied with holding Sano’s nipple between its fingers. “I’m glad that this isn’t a dream,” Sano said tagging a little moan onto his comment.

“You are?” Saitou asked as he spoke melodically and gently into Sano’s ear in-between licks and nips. “And why is that?”

“Because I fell asleep before we even got close to getting this far,” Sano replied. He realized that his cock was straining, desiring to be manipulated. “Sorry about that. I guess I had a little too much to drink. I didn’t want to fall asleep, but I feel better now.”

“Lift your leg,” Saitou said as he stroked Sano’s outer thigh. “I want to rub myself against you.”

Sano quickly obliged and exposed himself as Saitou requested. He immediately felt Saitou’s cock between his legs, running along the under parts of his ass cheeks, and then bumping into the back of his scrotum.

“Ahhh, man! You know how sensitive I am between my legs,” Sano gasped as though his breath was pulled from him. “Holy geezer... That feels… Oh shit, it feels like I want to be fucked. Oh damn, Saitou rub my cock. You’re driving me crazy knocking at my balls like that.”

Saitou enjoyed Sano’s sexual verbal expressions; it urged him on knowing that his mate was enjoying the sexual play as much as he. Saitou had no idea how he would live his life without Sano in it. The very thought was distasteful, but it slipped though his mind as he embraced his lover and continued to scuff his cock against Sano’s underside. As much as he tried to hold the regret at bay, the memories came back to him, as strong and as hard as ever. In a haunting manner, the thoughts flew, one after another, pounding against the strongholds of his mind.

“Gaaaah!” Saitou growled loudly, almost frightfully as he fought against his own mind, his own pain that he had thought he buried sometime ago.

“Saitou! What the fuck?” Sano turned to find himself eye to eye with his mate, who at that moment, appeared to be in agony. “Hey, what’s going on?” Sano’s implored.

Saitou stared at Sano, lacking any expression at all. His eyes looked empty, barren.

“Saitou, come on,” Sano’s voice was urgent and he took Saitou by the shoulder and gave him a stern shake. “What the hell is going on?”

Absent words sometimes speak volumes. Saitou pulled Sano into his arms and kissed his lover passionately, setting his weight against Sano’s torso until Sano was beneath him. There was such urgency in his need to have his lover. It was not only a sexual desire. There was an inward concern that was growing into fear. The thought of finding himself alone again, as Saitou was before Sano entered his life, worried him.

Sano laid still under Saitou’s weight and received the wolf’s kiss wholly. He didn’t have to wonder what Saitou was currently at battle within. Sano could sense the turmoil and that in turn, frightened him. He returned Saitou’s kiss wishing there was a way to pull his lover closer to him—as close as possible, for he too feared being separated.

Again, Saitou growled with gritted teeth, as though he was trying to rid his mind of the torment, as though pain racked his soul. “Open up, Sanosuke,” Saitou said as he slid his hand between Sano’s legs.

“Wait. If you’re going to fuck me…” Sano reached over his head and retrieved the vile of lubricant from under the futon. “Here, at least use this.”

Saitou smirked and nodded. He took the vile from Sano and poured a little of it in the palm of his hand and then he wrapped his fingers around his shaft. He gave himself a few complete strokes as he looked into Sano’s eyes. His mate was in wanting and obviously was waiting to be penetrated. Saitou smiled and poured a little of the sex-oil on the tip of Sano’s cock and enjoyed the sensual spectacle of the glistening fluid trickling down the sides of Sano’s pole.

“Ssssssspt,” Sano rapidly sipped the air between his teeth as the cool liquid trickled, almost tickling him on its way down his shaft. “Oooo, that’s so sexxxy,” he cooed. His hand automatically encircled his shaft and he quickly proceeded to pump his organ.

That was enough to clear Saitou’s head of all the negative thoughts he had previously. The very sight of Sano’s indulgence, the way his lover beckoned him with that taunting look. There was only one thing that Saitou focused on right then, and that was placing his cock where it belonged. He needed to permeate his lover completely.

Sano let out a deep moan as Saitou mounted him and parted Sano’s lips for a deep kiss. The young man welcomed his lover and anticipated their union. He spread his legs in preparation of being taken, feeling Saitou’s outer thighs against his inner thighs he moaned again, this time louder as Saitou’s cock brushed against the bottom of his testicles.

“Ahhh, yeah. I feel you on your way Saitou,” said Sano as he arched his back and tightened his abdomen. He wanted to align his portal perfectly for Saitou’s entry, but couldn’t quite do so, for Saitou remained atop of him, choosing to delay the enviable for a little while longer. “I want you so bad Saitou. Oh Buddha, yeah! You do me so good whenever we do it—I want it now. Come on wolf, fuck me,” pleaded Sano. His pulse raced as his heart kept nudging itself against his chest.

Saitou wanted Sano as well. A few more strokes made it unbearable for the wolf to refrain from entering Sano. He took one of Sano’s legs by the ankle and held him wide while he positioned his glossy, lubricant-drenched cock against Sano’s pucker.

Haaa— Ahhh yeah, yesss,” Sano lustfully announced his surrender. He took his other leg in hand and pulled his knee to his chest. “Please, now Saitou. Do it to me right now.

Sano’s pleads quickened Saitou to abandon all restraints. He held his throbbing sex against Sano’s incredibly inviting entry and pushed against the tight muscle. Since Saitou had not prepared Sano’s portal for penetration, it was as though Sano was biting down on his cock. The lubrication allowed the wolf to push through, at least part of the way.

“Wait! Oi, itai!” Sano made his complaint apparent. “Hold on, shit, ouch!”

“Ahhh, I see you at least haven’t been taken this way today,” Saito said, as he held steady in wait for Sano’s adjustment.

Sano frowned and huffed, “What the hell you are you implying?”

Saitou smirked, spread Sano’s leg a little wider and thrust forward—hard.

“Aaaggggh! You bastard!” Sano screamed his voice chocked off the last word, buried in a high-pitched squeal.

Saitou’s breaths sounded through his nostrils as he continued to ram his cock into Sano’s tight clutch. “Do you not know that I am aware that you have already spilled your seed today? You were too willing to hold off on intercourse when I suggested we talk instead.”

“What? Huh? What the hell…?” Sano bit into his bottom lip as the pain from Saitou’s thrusts was almost paralyzing. He didn’t dare move, for he felt as though the bottom part of him would become detached if he did, or worse. “Aaaggggh!”

“Hmmm? Holding off on intercourse is unlike you Sanosuke Sagara,” Saitou said accusingly as he kept ramming into Sano, unbridled.

“Okay, okay… let me explain. Shit! For fucking sake! STOP!

Saitou slowed his pace a bit and held both of Sano’s knees close to the young man’s chest while he continued to screw his mate as he listened. “Hmmm? I’m listening. Go on. Tell me what happened today between you and Katsu.”

Sano tucked his hands under the small of his back to support himself as Saitou slowly fucked him. He could feel Saitou’s strength between his legs and didn’t, for the life of him, want to upset Saitou in anyway, but he had no other alternative. It was as though Saitou planned it all. As though the wolf had that very moment on his agenda from the very beginning.

“Need I pick up the pace again, Ahou?” Saitou questioned in a threatening tone.

“NO! Just take it easy, and I’ll tell you…”

Saitou abruptly stopped moving and glared at Sano. “I will say this one last time. I am listening, please continue.” With that said, the wolf began to rotate his hips as he watched the uncomfortable expressions on Sano’s face. He noticed that Sano’s erection had escaped. “Tend to yourself Sanosuke,” Saitou ordered.

“Huh? Oh yeah,” Sano looked down at his declining erection and took it into his hand. All it took was a few good strokes and he was solid once again.

“Go on,” Saitou said as he drove his cock hard into Sano and held it there.

“Okay… I caught Katsu jerking himself off by the bamboo and I couldn’t get myself to look the other way,” Sano spewed the words out as quickly as he possibly could.

“Is that right? You could not look the other way, or did you decide that you would not look the other way? Which would be more accurate to say, hmmm?” Saitou rammed Sano a few more times, hard.

“Aaaggggh…” Sano cried out loud.

“STOP! Okay! I see what you mean…” Sano screeched. “I could if I wanted to, but in that case, when I saw what Katsu was doing, I guess I decided that I would not look the other way.”

“I see,” Saitou said as he eased up on Sano again. “Stroke yourself Sanosuke.” Saitou slowed his pace once again. “Tell me, what did you see that kept your attention, so that you chose not to look the other way?”

Sano’s hand pushed and pulled at the foreskin of his cock, which had him experience new sensations. The tension he felt right then under Saitou’s interrogation was so intense that it spread throughout his entire body. He would have sworn that even the ends of his hair felt the odd stimulation.

“Katsu looked hot and I had never seen him…” Sano hesitated.

“Go on Sanosuke.”

Sano’s lips parted as he recalled Katsu’s appearance. He let out a sigh, along with a groan and said, “I had never seen Katsu’s cock.”

“Did it appeal to you?” Saitou asked as his cock filled with even more pressure.

“Yeah, I admit it. Katsu looked good like that…” Sano began stroking himself a little faster. “But nothing happened between us,” he quickly added.

“If nothing happened, then explain the fact that you were able to resist intercourse earlier,” Saitou said confronting Sano once again.

“Oh shit,” Sano began to rotate his hips as Saitou continued to pump in and out of him. Sano began to lose himself and the conversation was spurring him on, remembering how sexy Katsu looked, the sensations he felt as he watched his friend masturbate before him.

Saitou also felt the extreme excitement of that moment as he listened to Sano’s sexual confession. There was no room for anger, for all the energies was fueling the lust in both men, sending them rapidly forward toward their culmination.

“Go on…” Saitou huffed, out of breath. He was pumping in and out of Sano rapidly, with intent.

Sano didn’t mind, not in the least. He met Saitou’s forceful thrusts with his own as he continued to stroke his own sex. “I just had to…” Sano again hesitated.

“What?” Saitou questioned and drank in as much air as he could. “What did you have to do?”

“I had to stroke myself,” Sano replied timidly. When there was no repercussions, nor any recoil from Saitou whatsoever, Sano relaxed and closed his eyes. “I stroked my cock until I came.” Sano didn’t want to look at Saitou, for he felt ashamed.

“Open your eyes Sanosuke,” Saitou ordered.

All the feelings he had, the different sensations he felt swirled around Sano. They were all so different, which he had never felt before. The embarrassment, the confrontation, and the absolute fear from not knowing how Saitou would react to what he had just said. All of it caused Sano to escalate incredibly quickly. He was about to shoot his load. He opened his eyes and looked directly into Saitou’s golden spheres.

“I want you to look at me Sanosuke as we consummate,” Saitou said as he rammed into Sano almost violently. First with very short rapid strokes, which turned into long, intense, pounding thrusts. “What is it that you see? Tell me!” demanded Saitou with a boisterous shout.

“YOU! Ahhag, I see you Saitou Hajime!” With that, Sano sprayed forth his seed, showering himself in the hot liquid, which lined his pelvis to his chin. The glistening semen poured out of him in long successive spurts.

Saitou locked onto Sano’s eyes with his own, relishing his lover’s stare as he replaced the images that Sano might have stored of Katsu. It was right then that Saitou burst forth his quantity of stored semen in a spasmodic climax that tore through his center. He pumped all that was within him into Sano’s receiving end, giving his lover everything he had.

When it was over, Saitou released Sano and eased himself upon his back next to his mate. He took a deep breath and turned his head to look at Sano.

Sano’s eyes glittered with the reflection of the candlelight. He trembled noticeably, and then meekly asked, “You mad at me?”

Saitou didn’t say anything. He turned to face his body toward Sano and pulled the young man close to him. He closed his eyes and held him tightly.

Sano was reassured. Saitou’s embrace was all that he needed at that moment and the wolf knew that. They both wanted everything to work out, and neither of them wanted to risk what had already been built between them. Perhaps they will get through what was ahead of them. What just happened between them was promising, and it gave the two the hope they needed to carry on.
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