Jubil�um

Jubiläum

Shuichi crouched on the bed, hovering over Yuki’s naked sleeping form, biting the tips of his fingers in anticipation. He was plagued by an inner battle—-torn between watching his lover sleep and ravishing him on the spot. In the end, he postponed his lust with the reassurance that Yuki had to wake up eventually, and he gleefully savored his lover’s sleeping face.

The dour expression that Yuki perpetually wore in his waking hours was gone when he slept. He instead had a look of angelic sweetness, almost boyishness, as he dreamed. It was a rare treat just to see Yuki snore or drool onto his pillow. That glimpse of imperfection made Shuichi adore him all the more. While he slept, Yuki couldn’t put up a false front, but showed an easy tenderness that Shuichi was convinced could one day be brought into his waking life.

Yuki cooed in his sleep, murmured something incoherent that might have been ‘ice cream,’ and tried to roll over. Shuichi nearly lost it on the spot and pinched his nose shut against an impending nosebleed. Yuki’s cherubic cuteness sent a bolt down to his already aching hard-on and he immediately wondered how much longer he would be able to hold out.

Yuki’s eyebrows drew together in concern and a whimper escaped his closed lips. A sleepy pout crossed his face as he tried again to turn onto his side and found he couldn’t. Still unaware of the pre-dawn voyeur who hovered over him, Yuki’s pale eyelashes fluttered open.


Yuki’s dream shifted from its usual collage of mindless nonsense and he found himself clinging to a sheer cliff face. It wasn’t the first time he’d had this dream and he inwardly groaned to see himself there again.

It was the same every time—he found himself clinging to a vertical drop. He could barely get the very tips of his fingers and toes into the cracks of an otherwise sheer wall. With nothing else to do but climb, he would invariably battle upward, but the top ledge never grew any closer. Even as his muscles ached and his fingertips bled, he made no upward progress. He was helpless to do anything but press his body against the wall every few minutes when a stiff wind would tear at his hair and clothes, threatening to wrench him off the mountain.

This time however, Yuki had only begun his fruitless struggle when he felt firm hands clasp his, pulling him upward.

“Yuuuuki.” He recognized Shuichi’s familiar loving voice and squinted upwards to see the backlit figure of his boyfriend. Shuichi had somehow already reached the summit and now reached down, taking Yuki’s hands and pulling him up to join him. Or more specifically, he felt the hands gripping his wrists.

“Wh-what?” Yuki said. The image became muddled, then dissipated entirely.

Yuki found himself in his room, spread out naked on his back in bed. Shuichi still loomed over him like in the dream, but instead of a brave, encouraging expression, the boy’s face glowed with unrestrained lust.

Gah! Creepy…

Yuki’s usual scowl returned and he tried to pull away from the naked boy above him, but found he couldn’t. “What the--?” He felt a tight pressure on his ankles and wrists when he tried to move and found that he’d been tied to the four corners of the bed, his limbs spread wide.

Immediately, panic fluttered inside Yuki’s chest. Slicing through the fog of sleepiness, terrifying images surfaced. Memories of Kitazawa, terror of being spread and laid bare, forcibly restrained. Within seconds of waking, Yuki’s pulse skipped to double speed. His brain was overcome by a prey animal’s all-consuming need for freedom.

“Untie me!” he gasped.

“No way!” Shuichi said, pouting. He seemed oblivious to Yuki’s wide-eyed concern. “You’ve been pushing me aside for over a week and—” he drew lazy circles on Yuki’s bare chest with his finger tip, “And I need some attention.”

“My editor expects my manuscript in two days. Two!” Yuki said, “I don’t have time to play these games with you. Untie me.”

“But don’t you know what day it is?” Shuichi didn’t wait for an answer he knew he wouldn’t get. “It’s our anniversary.”

Yuki sighed, exasperated. “You already said it was our anniversary a few days ago.” He struggled hard against bonds, straining against his wrists then ankles in turn, but the bonds held fast. It wasn’t uncomfortable, though. Shuichi had lovingly tied him up with silk scarves, which appeared to be ‘lovingly’ impossible to escape.

“That was the anniversary of when we first met,” Shuichi explained, “Today is the anniversary of the first time we… did that.” The look on his face left no room for confusion about what he meant.

“You won’t miss your deadline just by making a little time for me now,” Shuichi said. He slid his slender body over Yuki’s until his full lips were close to Yuki’s ear. “I just wanna make you feel good.”

Shuichi planted an affectionate peck on Yuki’s neck and let his warm breath gently caress his lover’s ear. Yuki had always had sensitive ears and Shuichi felt a gleeful triumph when he felt Yuki’s body writhe under him in response to the sound and feel of his moist, humid breath against his skin.

Yuki looked down at Shuichi awkwardly. It was hard to lift his head while tethered to the bed. “What am I supposed to do like this?” he asked, gesturing with his bound hands.

“You’re not supposed to do anything,” Shuichi said slyly, “Let me do all the work.” He trailed wet kisses across the hard angle of Yuki’s collarbone and downward across his flat belly.

Yuki could feel his body stiffening in response. His other senses faded into unimportance until it felt like there was nothing more to him than touch. His skin felt sensitized, almost bruised with aching wherever Shuichi’s hot mouth trailed.

When he first found himself tied up, he was sure he couldn’t bear it. The thought of being helpless terrified him down to his core but Shuichi’s eager expression and doe-like eyes put his mind at ease. He wouldn’t have guessed he would ever be able to relax while tied up, Shuichi managed to calm him completely. Yuki still couldn’t say he liked the feeling of being immobilized, but he did like the way that wandering mouth felt…

Shuichi curled his hand around the base of Yuki’s cock and slid his mouth down on him hungrily. The upper side of Yuki’s head grazed the roof of his mouth as Shuichi pulled with eager suction until he’d swallowed his partner as deeply as he could. He inhaled a deep breath of Yuki’s musk and bobbed his head up and down, caressing him with his mouth.

When Yuki was hard as iron, Shuichi slid his mouth off and let Yuki’s shaft flop back onto his belly, slick with saliva and aching with need. Shuichi heard Yuki exhale a groan of frustration through gritted teeth, and felt a shiver of triumph. The bedroom was the only place that made Shuichi feel he was in control. Even if he was the one being penetrated, he was the one responsible for making Yuki ache and groan and grasp for more. There were few other times when he felt so unquestionably wanted.

Shuichi repositioned himself to Yuki’s side, then swung his leg over his reclining partner’s belly until he was straddling Yuki’s hips, facing away from him. Shuichi drew up his knees until he was crouched over Yuki’s cock in a playful leapfrog position. He dangled his hips teasingly over Yuki’s straining cock, his knees lewdly parted, bracing his hands on the mattress between Yuki’s thighs.

Yuki’s breath was impatient and ragged between teeth gritted with restraint. A dark blush of arousal crossed his cheeks and the bridge of his nose. He strained to look downward, watching Shuichi lower himself downward at a maddeningly slow pace. The boy really had been prepared, not just with the deliberate knot work on the silk scarves, but by generously lubricating himself in advance.

Shuichi squinted his eyes shut from the initial pain of penetration as he held Yuki in his hand and lowered himself downward. The squatting position made things feel all the more painfully tight, but the slow penetration and the succulent feeling of fullness afterwards drowned out any lingering hesitations. Once Shuichi had lowered himself all the way down, he was rewarded with a groan of arousal from behind him. Still squatting in the leapfrog position with Yuki buried deep inside him, Shuichi flexed his thighs and began to slide up and down along the length of his shaft. He bit his lower lip in satisfaction. His heavy panting breaths made him feel pleasantly lightheaded and his cheeks flushed bright pink with arousal.

Yuki fought the urge to close his eyes. Instinct told him that he could focus on the sensations better if his eyes were shut, but the visuals were too much to pass up. From where he lay, his head propped up slightly on the pillow, he could see his stem disappear into Shuichi’s body. He watched the rise and fall of Shuichi’s hips, the light sheen of sweat on his body that gleamed in the dim half-light of the room. He appreciated the slight ripple of muscle in Shuichi’s back as he rode Yuki’s body. He could even see and feel the way Shuichi deliberately clenched his buttocks with each upstroke, gripping him tighter. The pink-haired boy looked over his shoulder back at Yuki with a helpless waifish look that Yuki could never resist.

“Turn around,” Yuki growled, “Let me look at you.”

Shuichi smiled in delight and eagerly obeyed. He enjoyed giving pleasure and being utterly sure that he was the center of Yuki’s attention, but at the same time he liked it even better when Yuki was a more active participant. Yuki’s stern command made Shuichi’s own arousal throb harder. He turned around and did as he was told, lowering himself back onto Yuki’s body, this time kneeling and facing his partner.

Shuichi leaned forward until the bare skin of their chests pressed slickly together. He then began to grind his ass against Yuki’s cock in a rocking circular motion.

This time they moaned in unison. Yuki ached with arousal as Shuichi’s clenching muscles drew him deeper, swallowing him into his body. Shuichi kissed Yuki’s collarbone, moaning something wordless. He felt his own climax building at an alarming rate with the feel of Yuki’s cock deep inside him, stirring his insides each time he rocked and ground against him.

“Yuki,” he panted, “I’m gonna—”

“Show me,” Yuki said in a husky growl.

Shuichi whimpered, nearly climaxing just at the sound of that deep commanding voice. He dropped his hand to his aching shaft and only a few strokes along his already straining shaft sent him over the edge.

Shuichi cried out loudly, unabashed at the helpless effeminate pitch of it. As Shuichi leaned his head back and cried his orgasm to the ceiling, he spent himself across Yuki’s chest. A week’s worth of pent-up lust spilled across his lover’s body in long strands like thin icing.

The singer collapsed, exhausted from strain and release. Heedless of the mess, he flopped forward onto Yuki’s chest, feeling his slippery cum spread onto his own chest.

“You think you’re done?” Yuki said. His voice now had an almost mocking tone of maddening patience.

Shuichi quickly sat up and shook his head, tossing his pink hair side to side, then resumed grinding his ass against Yuki in rhythmic circles.

This time, Yuki guided the speed from below. He sensed the faint trembling in Shuichi’s thighs from exertion and thrust upward into his lover so Shuichi had to do little more than hold his hips in place and accept the vigorous thrusts into his well-oiled body. Yuki lamented the fact that his hands weren’t free. He would have liked to reach down and squeeze Shuichi’s ass in his hands, grip those hips and push them down against him in time with his thrusts. Yet somehow, the surrendered mobility made things even more wild and passionate. There was nothing he could do but tense his stomach muscles and thrust upward into Shuichi’s parted and willing body.

Shuichi moaned and murmured submissively at Yuki’s focused feral thrusting. When he saw Yuki’s face tense in oncoming climax, he clenched his body tightly, moaning aloud as Yuki spent himself inside him.

There was no sound that followed for a moment besides the two men breathing raggedly in the darkness. The scent of sex and the tug of pleasure weighed down on both of them heavily, pressing them into each other’s arms.

“Shuichi,” Yuki said quietly.

The boy eagerly lifted his indigo eyes upward. He always loved the rare sound of his name on Yuki’s lips. “Hmm?”

“Untie me already,” Yuki said. His joints were beginning to ache.

“Oh! Right!” he said, having completely forgotten. He quickly knelt up and began to work at the knots at Yuki’s wrists.

“I’m glad,” he heard Yuki say from below him.

Shuichi bit his lips together, blushing happily as he slipped Yuki free from his bonds. He didn’t need to ask why Yuki was glad. Those words were enough.

“Happy anniversary, Yuki,” Shuichi said.

He leaned forward to give Yuki a chaste kiss on the lips, but his lover drew him deeper into his arms and kissed him full on the mouth, telling him with hungry lips and tongue far more than words could say.