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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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Chapter List
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Even though it had only been a short while since Mitsu’s sister’s death, Cho’s concern for Mitsu hadn’t diminished in the least. He wanted desperately to push ahead and leave all the negative events Mitsu had experienced, behind. With this as his motivation, Cho had planned a surprise for Mitsu, which he had worked on it diligently until he saw the task, and all its details through, to the end. Confident that the timing between he and Mitsu was at its best, Cho set out on his personal mission to finally include Mitsu into his designed intentions.
“I thought it was nice of Fujita-san to let you have the day off,” Mitsu mentioned as she leaned into Cho’s comforting torso. She adored Cho’s strong and slim shape as she pressed against him taking full advantage of the jinrikisha’s rocking motion. By doing so caused her to feel as though she was being meshed into him. Every rock, pebble, and sway beneath the jinrikisha’s wheels sent their bodies in a succession of rhythmic pattern. It reminded Mitsu of dancing in the wind in total unison with the energies around her. Except this time she, along with Cho, was entwined in a physical tempo as one, which brought to her a feeling of security beyond what she ever imagined surety to be like. It was such a state of being she had searched for all her life, but hadn’t found, until she met Cho.
Cho set his arm around Mitsu’s shoulder and drew her close to him as they rode side-by-side on the creaky jinrikisha as it weaved in and out of the side street through town. The cool air combed through their hair and chilled their cheeks as they slid briskly through the morning’s mist. “I asked Saitou to cut me some slack today,” replied Cho. “I didn’t want to leave you be, considering you losing your sister and all. I know I can’t take the pain that you’re feeling away, but I sure as hell will try to take your mind off of what can’t be undone. Besides that, you’re looking at a policeman who earned his way to be given more slack in my new position at the precinct.”
Mitsu smiled and reclined the side of her head upon Cho’s shoulder. “I am very fortunate to be with you,” she said enjoying the weight of Cho’s resting chin pressed upon the top of her head enjoying the security as his warm breath bathed her forehead with reassurance. She had never felt so alive before this. All that was familiar to Mitsu, up until this point was a life of living in constant fear of Horie’s ever-changing moods as she walked on eggshells because of it.
“Hell, purty lady. I’m the lucky one here. I wanted you to like me the first day I laid my eyes on your beautiful face. I never thought that my dream of being with you like this would ever come true.” Cho tucked his finger under Mitsu’s tiny chin to get her eyes to meet his. “It is hard for me to imagine that a purty lady like you could ever take interest in someone like me,” he winked, and then kissed her gently on her inviting lips enjoying their silky softness.
Mitsu giggled coyly, and then she blushed something fierce. Being with Cho intimately was indeed a new experience for her. Mitsu definitely felt relieved to be out from Horie’s overpowering control. It was the first time Mitsu found it easy to relax and simply feel free to be who she was without fear. Yes, Mitsu was grateful for Cho’s love, and she finally felt comfortable with the fact that her dreams were becoming reality.
“Where are you taking me?” Mitsu’s curiosity prompted her to inquire as the jinrikisha turned the corner out onto the main roadway where the ride evened out and became smoother.
“I’m taking you home,” Cho replied with a grand smile that stretched across his narrow face. A sparkle shown in Cho’s wide, brown eye, which was opposite to the eye that he habitually squinted. There was a definite air of excitement about Cho that couldn’t be overlooked.
“Home?” Mitsu asked as she sat at attention to peer directly into Cho’s eyes.
Cho nodded happily. “You heard me, purty lady! I’m taking you where I’ve always wanted to take you. I’m taking you home!”
A little confused, Mitsu inquired, “But Cho-chan…the jinrikisha is not going in the direction of the Kamiya Dojo.”
Cho chuckled merrily. “That is because our home is not at the dojo,” he said, and then he repeated himself. “I told you, I’m taking you home!”
Mitsu sat back into her seat, folded her arms in front of her, and eyed her playful man. “Cho-chan…” said she sternly, “…you don’t mean…”
Again, Cho nodded—this time with exhilarated joy beaming from his eyes. “Yup! I did mean to say, ‘our home.’”
Mitsu had often wondered what Cho was up to for the few days past. He certainly wasn’t acting like himself, but she couldn’t quite put her finger on what it was that Cho avoided in conversation. However, it all began to makes sense to her then. Cho, unbeknown to Mitsu, had been making arrangements to purchase a home for the two of them. Their dream home! Neither one of them had given up their hopes and dreams to live happily, sharing life and love with their significant other. For Cho and Mitsu, it all looked promising. They were on their way home after all.
“Oh Cho,” said Mitsu. “Though I am sad to have to let go of my sister, I am happy to begin my life with you.” Mitsu’s eyes sparkled with hope and life again. Everything to her seemed to be turning from darkness to light, the sun was indeed on the rise, and Mitsu felt as though all things were becoming new. Again.
“Awww hell,” Cho said shyly. “Do you mean that?”
“Yes of course! I wouldn’t have said it if I didn’t mean it,” answered Mitsu as she snuggled against Cho’s steady frame.
Just right outside the city, not too far from Saitou’s home, the jinrikisha came to a stop. Mitsu was speechless as she set her eyes just ahead of her to rest upon a quaint little house with a mixture of thatch and shingles for roofing. The outside of the structure seemed study enough, and with a little work to the loose boards on the landing their little home will be their castle.
“Oh Cho…” Mitsu’s eyes welled with tears that welled to overflowing and trailed down the side of her face.
“Awww, little lady, I didn’t mean to make you cry.”
“I’m not crying,” said Mitsu. “I’m just so happy! I have no words, but to allow my tears to paint my happiness and joy.”
Cho sighed in relief and took his woman into his arms. “What a beautiful painting it is,” he smiled and kissed the tears upon her cheek. “So, does my purty lady like what she sees?”
All Mitsu could do was nod her head and stare at the little cottage. It was indeed quaint, perfect for what she envisioned to spend the rest of her life in.
“Come on,” said Cho excitedly as he took Mitsu by the hand. “I want you to take a closer look.”
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“How is it that a single guy like you be so freaking neat? I thought only women were tidy, but you seem to be even more organized than most women I know,” Sano commented as he walked around Katsu’s little, one room nesting-place. He picked up a heavy book and peered at its surface. “Check this out,” said Sano as he examined its cover… No dust. In fact, there’s no dust anywhere!”
Katsu shrugged. “I don’t know, but I just can’t function right when things are out of place. With doing the articles for print and working at the school, I can’t afford to get lazy.”
Sano nodded and continued to eye Katsu’s room, amazed at the organization. “Yeah, I guess you’re right. At least you’re doing something with your life. You have purpose! I’m doing squat shit!”
“I may be doing stuff, but that doesn’t mean that it’s fulfilling work,” Katsu replied with a rather long sigh.
“Huh?” Sano turned toward Katsu and folded his arms before him. “No way. I thought you were content…living the perfect life. Look at you… You’re already established—and all that successful shit.”
Katsu frowned, “Nah—I didn’t say anything about being content. I’m just doing this shit until I can find a good excuse to go to China.”
“What? Why China?” Sano asked as he scratched the side of his head at the temple, as though he was shuffling through all his assumptions and come to a conclusion.
Katsu took his eyes away from the paper that he was busy writing on and peered at Sano. “China, my man…is where adventure is,” Katsu said with a lot of conviction. “There are all sorts of new shit happening over there. I always had a desire to check it out. I wouldn’t mind seeing where everything all began.” Katsu tossed a crumpled piece of paper that bounced off Sano’s shoulder to make sure he’d gained Sano’s complete attention. “Aren’t you curious? Don’t you want to experience ‘life’ before you settle down?”
“Hmmm,” Sano hummed musically as he pinched his chin between his thumb and index finger. “You know, I used to think about that a lot. That was, before I met up with Saitou.”
“Oh yeah,” Katsu huffed, “Saitou… How are things going with the two of you?”
Sano walked over to Katsu and sat on the zabuton on the opposite side of the chabudai. “I don’t know,” Sano sighed in reply. “Saitou’s been preoccupied with his sons. It is obvious to me that he is in turmoil over the whole situation.”
“Situation?” Katsu questioned. He set his writer down upon the table. “What situation?”
Sano sighed, shrugging his shoulders. “I know that deep down, Saitou wants to be a part of his son’s lives, but it hasn’t been easy because…”
“Ahhh, because of his involvement with you?” Katsu understandingly nodded.
“Yeah…shit. I think I’m holding the damn wolf back,” said Sano sighing deeply. “I know it is said that nothing will hold Saitou back from doing what he wants to do, but believe it or not, there is a human side to that old wolf.”
Katsu leaned back using his arms for support as he stretched his legs under the chabudai and tapped the balls of his feet on Sano’s folded shins. “So…do you believe that you’re holding Saitou back from his boys?”
Sano nodded. “Yeah…I do, but I sure as hell don’t mean to stand in the way. It would be pretty shitty of me to keep a father from his sons.”
Katsu sat up straight and crossed his legs before him again. “So? Why the hell not pack it up here and check out China with me? Face it,” Katsu added, “you’re not amounting to much here in Tokyo anyway, and you can’t tell me you’re content waiting around for Saitou to find time for you.”
Sano remained quiet for a moment in thought trying to make sense of the true meaning behind Katsu’s words. He sighed heavily, nodded slowly, and then he stared down at the dull glare that fell across the top of the chabudai. “I know you’re right,” Sano answered weakly, almost defeated. I don’t know why I pretend that it isn’t all so hopeless. I guess I choose to ignore the truth about my relationship with Saitou. It’s just that I had lost Saitou once, and for shit’s sake,” Sano frowned angrily, “I don’t want to feel like I’ve lost him again.”
“I didn’t say anything about losing him? It is not like he is dead.” Katsu got on his hands and knees for a short trot to the other side of the low standing table and sat beside Sano. “Think about it Sano,” he said as he rested his hand upon Sano’s shoulder. “Saitou practically lived out his life already. He fought the good fight, and he even has a family with two sons to carry on his name. Buddy, what do you have? I’m talking—besides Saitou.”
Silence.
“Ahhh shit, you’re fucking right, damn it!” Sano turned to face Katsu and raked his fingers through his hair. “I need to wake up from the freaking storybook dream that I’m in.”
“Hey listen,” said Katsu as he struck Sano’s knee lightly with his fist. “Will you at least think about going to China with me?”
Sano looked into Katsu’s eyes in surprise. “No shit?”
“I wouldn’t be asking it if I didn’t mean it. You know that.”
“Hell, what would we do in China?” Sano questioned. “I don’t know how to speak the language, nor do I know how to get around there, for that matter.”
Katsu cracked a huge smile on his face, and for the first time in a very long time, Katsu’s eyes sparkled with excitement, similar to the way they used to twinkle when Sano and Katsu were just kids fixing to set out on some sort of adventure.
“That’s what its all about, dummy,” Katsu laughed. “Remember how it was for us when we were younger? The adventure; the unknown! We used to thrive on that. Besides, I’ve always dreamed of studying art in China. There is a lot to learn, and from what I’ve been hearing, there’s also opportunities to make a living doing just that.”
A sort of heaviness pressed upon Sano’s chest making it difficult for him to catch his breath. Did he actually love Saitou enough to step out of the way and allow Saitou to focus on his sons? Katsu’s offer seemed to make all the sense in the world to Sano’s mind, but what about Sano’s heart? The pit of his gut ached at the mere thought of letting Saitou go. Sano’s voice quivered as the words slipped from between his lips, “I’ll think about it…” was all that Sano could say without choking up. The dread that appeared over him was almost unbearable, suffocating.
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Kenshin and Aoshi faced the wall and bathed in silence without even a glance toward the other. Aoshi’s short stool rocked unevenly beneath his weight as he dipped his bath bucket into the water to rinse the thin layer of bath balm off his shoulders. Beside him sat Kenshin who was busy scrubbing the bottom of his foot with the wash towel, all the while his skin prickled from the gentle, cold breeze that blew in from the back of the public bath. Both men were wearily anticipating the obvious changes that lurked before them, for they soon would reunite with the women. They knew that the liberty to do as they pleased, as a pair and a couple, would be taken from them.
“Kenshin-kun,” Aoshi’s voice trailed quietly.
“Hmn?” Kenshin replied as he poured the water over his feet for the last rinse.
Aoshi finally removed his gaze from the old wooden wall that reached up to the open-beam ceiling before him and set his sight upon his lover. His shoulders drooped, and upon his fine face were lines of stress, a definite sign of an internal struggle. “Do you still wish to gather strength with me at the inn before we make our way across town to rejoin the women? We still have the entire day before us.”
The drip, drip, drips of the water droplets escaping from a split in the wooden trough splashed against the paved, stone floor. Kenshin met Aoshi’s imploring stare. “I cannot think of any other place I would rather be today than with you,” Kenshin responded in earnest. He was obviously feeling the very same emotions that Aoshi was.
Still less than talkative, the men quickly dried their bodies off from their wash-up. Their hair, wet and stringy, was combed back and set neatly away from their faces. It didn’t take them long to make their way to the rented room. Kenshin paused at the door while Aoshi stepped through the threshold. Kenshin couldn’t help but notice how peaceful everything appeared in the little rock garden that stretched out into a clearing that was not too far from the landing he stood upon. The bamboo clunked against the base of the fountain every time it filled with water. That, coupled with the tiny trickle of waterfall that fed air into a sizable pond below it, created the most tranquil sounds.
“Kenshin-san?”
The sound of Aoshi’s voice snapped Kenshin out of his self-induced hypnotic state. He turned to face his lover who had already set the futon down on the tatami for them to sit on. Kenshin took another quick glance at the serene garden and breathed into his lungs a deep, cleansing breath, and hesitated no longer. He entered the room and secured the door.
Kenshin and Aoshi had gotten to know one another well during the months Aoshi worked at fulfilling his assignment in tracking down Horie Hisomu. Now that the mission was over, there was nothing holding Aoshi to keep his location in Tokyo. It was indeed awkward for the two to find themselves in Kyoto that morning after the long train ride. Neither one wanted to face the fact that life, from that day on, would involve living two separate existences. One entailed an outwardly normal life, which included the women—and the other, a life in secret, as lovers.
No words were needed right then as their eyes met and fixed from across the room. Kenshin, as though on cue, began to disrobe beginning with his hakama. His heart beat quickly with anticipation, yet this meeting was clearly different. More so than any other time, there was sadness in the air and an unspoken desire, which Kenshin sensed common between them.
Aoshi watched as Kenshin shed the hakama, followed by the kimono and lastly, the unraveling of Kenshin’s undergarments, all of which ended up in a heap upon the tatami next to him. Aoshi’s eager eyes ran the length of Kenshin’s strong thin frame beginning at the top of the sculptured lines of the swordsman’s abdomen, then up across the chest that held the tempting perky peaks that rested upon them, which seemed to Aoshi to be terribly ready to be fondled. The arch of Kenshin’s neck always excited Aoshi’s passion percolating an even stronger erection that stood straight out front his groin. Then, as Aoshi finally looked into Kenshin’s eyes after admiring the handsome bundle of flesh, he quickly noticed that the violet hue of his lover’s optical were replaced with a shockingly piercing amber color.
“Battousai,” Aoshi murmured with delight upon seeing that standing before him was whom Aoshi desired and craved the most.
“Undress,” ordered Kenshin as he walked toward and stood, just before Aoshi. He took his solid manhood into his hand and began kneading the head of his cock using his slippery foreskin as a massaging sheath. “Hmmm,” Kenshin moaned as his other hand took a clutch full of Aoshi’s hair and entangled the bluish-black strands between his fingers. He tugged at the mass of ebony, causing Aoshi’s neck to bend backward.
Aoshi tried his best to undress as quickly as possible, but with his neck arched back the way Kenshin positioned him, Aoshi found it difficult to steady himself upon his knees. His lips parted revealing the pearly, straight white teeth wetly tucked between.
When Kenshin saw Aoshi’s oral portal his moan escaped from between his lips even more markedly than before. “Haaah…” Kenshin exhaled. He stepped forward just until the head of his penis was at Aoshi’s mouth. Kenshin inserted his index finger past Aoshi’s lips and teeth, while his other fingers continued to play with the foreskin that cradled the head of his cock, slightly making contact with Aoshi’s lips as he manipulated. Again, Kenshin’s breath was stolen from him as he felt Aoshi’s hot, wet tongue swirl around, and press against his finger. The tip of Kenshin’s cock dripped with sexual substance as he grasped at what little discipline he could muster to keep him from aggressively charging his lover.
Aoshi dropped the last of his garb onto the tatami beside the futon he kneeled upon. His massive erection sprung vertical from the middle of his lap and he was euphorically taken captive by Kenshin’s strength. After all, the Battousai was everything Aoshi wanted to be, and at one time in Aoshi’s past, he had even tried to surpass Kenshin’s strength and martial abilities. However, Aoshi found himself, wholeheartedly giving over to Kenshin’s sexual demands. It didn’t matter to Aoshi who, in their coupling, had the controlling role during their heated escapades, but it would have been a lie if Aoshi denied favoring the more submissive position whenever he and Kenshin paired while Kenshin was given over to his alter ego—the Hitokiri Battousai. He understood that the battousai was much stronger than he was in spirit and passion. He admired, even loved Kenshin for that. Aoshi willingly submitted whenever the battousai demanded it from him.
“Suck me right here,” instructed Kenshin as he pulled the tight foreskin back to release his cock’s entire flavor to surround Aoshi’s tongue. Kenshin pulled his cock from Aoshi’s mouth, just slightly, to leave only the spongy head embedded between Aoshi’s lips. He moaned again along with a long deep sigh that vibrated the air around him.
The distinctive savory taste of seasoned manhood whisked around Aoshi’s tongue and offered yet a higher plateau of passion to him. Fiery heat enveloped his being; a sexual wildfire spread through his body and ignited his own swollen organ. Like a speeding slicing blade of a razor sharp sword, Aoshi’s eager hand shot down between his legs and cup his own full testicles within; his other hand wrapped its fingers around his fertile manhood while he sucked the spicy head of Kenshin’s cock. His nostrils flared to intake the oxygen he needed to aide his pounding heart.
Both men trembled with sexual build. Their muscles flexed with pleasure, and the two ascended even higher in their passion.
“I would like to take you this way more often,” said Kenshin as he continued pumping Aoshi’s mouth. He enjoyed the scene before him, his cock thrusting back and forth in-between Aoshi’s rubbed, reddened lips. Within the primal corners of his mind the view released a flood of prurient thoughts. The thoughts were dark and it had Kenshin’s desire turn rather coarse and in want of total control over Aoshi. As his mind chipped away at the fortified walls that bound such secret desires from surfacing, Kenshin’s hitokiri’s character craved to release his barbarous passions toward Aoshi.
Aoshi was quickly approaching the critical, all consuming plateau of their conjugation. The room appeared to be swimming around in a blur as much as Aoshi cared to look. The only thing that mattered to him at the moment was feeling the strength that radiated off of Kenshin. He released his primed, ripened organ to buy himself some extra time and turned his hands loose upon his lover’s flesh.
Kenshin was also fast approaching the threshold of final ecstasy. However, before losing all self-control Kenshin snatched a handful of Aoshi’s hair between his fingers and firmly yanked Aoshi’s head backward, away from his searing male muscle. He peered down into Aoshi’s eyes.
Aoshi stared back at Kenshin realizing that even the pupils of his lover’s eyes were consumed with the fire of the hitokiri. His fingers trailed over Kenshin’s legs, and as he moved his fingers slowly upward Aoshi cupped the contour of his lover’s exquisite ass. He sighed. Aoshi’s first thought as he squeezed the fleshy plumpness was how his cock would feel within its center. Aoshi loved fucking Kenshin, spreading the swordsman’s shapely buttocks apart to ravage his lover’s inner sanctum with his powerful plunger. However, this time Aoshi knew that Kenshin was going to take the superior roll. It was so every time the hitokiri manifested himself within Kenshin. Aoshi understood there was no exception to that well-established rule between them.
“Battousai?” Aoshi quietly spoke between his heavy intakes of breaths. “What is it?”
Kenshin’s stare was sharp and hard, almost penetrating Aoshi’s very core as he raked his flowing red hair away from his face to clear even the smallest obstacle from obscuring the view of his lover. “I don’t want to be separated from you,” said Kenshin with gritted teeth, his eyes misty with emotion. Then in a tone filled with anger Kenshin snarled at the corners of his lips.
Aoshi’s heart pounded with excitement within his chest right then. He saw more of the Hitokiri at that moment than he had ever experienced since he and Kenshin began being intimate. The next thing that happened caught Aoshi totally off guard. Aoshi went from sitting on his heels, to suddenly hitting the back of his head against the tatami, for Kenshin forcefully knocked him backward. He was astounded at Kenshin’s strength and speed. No sooner than feeling his back hit the floor, he was instantly flipped over, the front of his torso pressed against the futon. The entire maneuver ended with Kenshin straddling his lower back.
“Haaah,” Aoshi blurted as the wind was forced from his chest. The impact combined with Kenshin’s weight upon him made it difficult for him to speak, but he made an attempt. “Battousai, wha…”
Before Aoshi could get the words out, Kenshin had part of the bedcovers stuffed between Aoshi’s pelvis and the futon. The process hiked Aoshi’s bare ass into the air. Kenshin dismounted the crook of Aoshi’s back and quickly added more of the bed covering to raise his lover’s buttocks even higher, and then he repositioned himself behind Aoshi.
Aoshi’s low, sustained moan displayed the heightening passion that surged throughout his body. His cock, buried between the folds of the crumpled bed covers beneath him, urged Aoshi to begin humping his hips, so to steal pleasure from the friction his actions was causing his cock to feel. Then, even with his eyes tightly shut Aoshi sensed Kenshin eyeball his ass. It excited him exceedingly. He could hear Kenshin behind him stroking the cock that he knew would be pumping his ass shortly. Suddenly, there was complete silence for a moment. The quietness had him wonder why Kenshin hesitated. Aoshi was about to open his eyes and investigate, but he didn’t have to. Instead, Aoshi let out a lust filled guttural groan, for what he felt against his most delicate erogenous region took him by surprise.
Kenshin’s appetite for crude pleasure turned insatiable. His tongue trailed around the outer rim of Aoshi’s portal aggressively, and then bathed the sensitive passageway from portal to testicles.
“More… Battousai, give me more,” Aoshi said as he reached back behind to grasp his own ass cheeks in each of his hands. “Lick my ass Battousai,” Aoshi demanded forgetting his role as the subservient.
Kenshin lifted his mouth away from the back of Aoshi’s balls where he just started sucking. His brow line showed disapproval. He drew his arm back over his head and aggressively brought it down hard, smacking Aoshi’s bare ass cheek with the face of his hand with such force that the sound of the strike filled the room.
“Give you more?” Kenshin growled angrily. “More you shall have!”
“No…” Aoshi pleaded as he felt Kenshin’s groin and cock rub against his ass. “Battousai use your finger to loosen me before you…”
Kenshin’s sexual ingression was unmerciful. He ignored Aoshi’s request entirely. Instead, he took quick aim, pressed the well-saturated head of his cock against Aoshi’s portal, and thrust the entire length deeply into his target. Kenshin shivered with carnal thrill as his lover’s painful groan played against his ears. The tightness of Aoshi’s grip around his shaft was partly due to the lack of preparation. However, Kenshin’s oral feast upon Aoshi’s portal left his mate moist enough for penetration. Penetrate; Kenshin did—passionately, with the intention to fuck until there was no returning, and no regret. Their time together at that point could possibly mean their last for a length of time. Kenshin wasn’t about to let the opportunity slip by without taking full advantage of the occasion.
Aoshi bit his lower lip to keep from shouting out in utter pain. At the same time he enjoyed the hard assault beyond anything he had ever experienced before. The pain shot through his ass like a thundering stampede, triggering a multitude of tiny cramp-like sensations. Aoshi was experiencing a hundred tiny muscle cramps within his anal cavern set off by Kenshin’s invasion. “Battousai,” Aoshi murmured as he bore down to ease the cramping.
Still, Kenshin ignored Aoshi and plunged forward as far as he could. He sank his cock into his lover, withdrew, and then he thrust into the hot cavity again. He grasped the small of Aoshi’s waist as if to keep his target in place. It was time—Kenshin began to fuck hard. He very well knew that Aoshi was uncomfortable, but as the hitokiri, Kenshin enjoyed being merciless. He wanted Aoshi to feel him, experience the pain, and perhaps even agonize over it. Kenshin continued to fuck Aoshi, withdrawing and pushing forward aggressively. With each plunge into his lover’s tight rump Kenshin was closer to the beginning of his rapture.
Aoshi’s erection ached and burned with desire. Unfortunately, the position Kenshin had Aoshi made it impossible for him to take hold of his cock and ease its fierce fire and need to come. All he could do was hold steady as Kenshin increased the pace and continued to ram into him. Aoshi knew that his lover was on the verge of delivering, and that was exactly what Kenshin did with ferocious force. Aoshi heard Kenshin’s urgent groan, and then he felt himself being loaded with hot orgasmic fluid. The whole event drove Aoshi wild with lust filled passion.
After Kenshin’s satisfying ejaculation, he exited Aoshi’s rear and removed the stacked bedcovers that supported Aoshi’s midsection. “Lay on your back,” Kenshin’s final order came.
Aoshi was glad to do so. He glanced into Kenshin’s eyes and realized that the hitokiri within Kenshin retreated once again and instead, the warm, friendly persona of the familiar man approached Aoshi to straddle him. Aoshi couldn’t wait to get his cock into Kenshin and he was mighty grateful that his lover had thought to take care of his need for release. Aoshi held his cock straight as he watched Kenshin squat over him and hold still for penetration.
Kenshin eased his portal lower making sure that he was directly over Aoshi’s eager cock. Then, in one quick movement, Kenshin sat directly upon Aoshi’s cock, plunging its shaft straight up into his ass. Kenshin’s cock still oozed from the climax he had experienced just moments before. It made an erotic scene for Aoshi to enjoy.
There wasn’t much staying power that Aoshi could muster. He was so worked up from being fucked roughly by Kenshin’s hitokiri personality that all Aoshi could do was fuck Kenshin madly for several minutes until he couldn’t hold back anymore. He shoved his cock into Kenshin’s ass as he pulled his lover hips down hard. Then holding Kenshin against him Aoshi shot his load. He could feel the burning heat of his semen against the tip of his cock as it convulsed and pumped seed straight up into his squatting mate.
It was over, but only for a short while. Both Kenshin and Aoshi planned to exhaust themselves together in that fashion for the rest of the day. Their bodies only needed a quick rest, and then they would repeat the give-and-take process all over again. One thing certain, neither one of them wanted to stop. Not this time. Every single action was being recorded within their minds to keep forever, for they soon will have to part for a season.
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