Yuushi's Claim
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Yuushi's Claim
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Word Count: 1563
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Yuushi glared at Atobe from behind his romance novel. No one ever liked when their boyfriend was getting close to another or the guy was getting close to their boyfriend, or both. But Yuushi was an extremely jealous guy and seeing Atobe hold Jirou against him, nuzzling him as Jirou clung around his neck…Well it just didn’t sit well with Yuushi.
Jirou giggled, snuggling closer to Atobe. “I think it’s working!” he whispered in the other’s ear, hugging more. He pressed his body as close to Atobe as possible. Yes, Jirou was trying to make Yuushi jealous.
Atobe smirked. “Of course, Ore-sama is convincing,” he said turning his head and making it look as if he was about to kiss Jirou.
‘Oh hell no,’ Yuushi thought, tossing his book aside. “Jirou, let’s go,” he said, taking the few steps towards the two. His hand grabbed Jirou with a tight grip, pulling him from Atobe. He didn’t give Jirou a chance to protest as they went to the back entrance of Atobe’s cottage. Yuushi cursed the fact they couldn’t completely leave and go home.
Jirou whined when Yuushi grabbed him, snatching Yuushi’s book up with they passed it and hitting Yuushi on the head with it. He whined again when Yuushi tossed it away. “Bye bye, Keigo-chan!” he called, blowing him a kiss. He giggled when Atobe wiggled his fingers at him before he turned to talk to Kabaji. “Yuushi!” You’re hurting me,” Jirou said, pulling his hand away once they were in the cottage. “Why’d you have to do that? I was playing with Buchou!”
Yuushi growled at Jirou blowing the kiss and pressed him into the wall of the hallway they were in. “You were practically making out with him,” he jeered, anger and jealousy clear in his eyes. “You’re mine and I don’t want to and I won’t share you with him,” the blue-haired boy growled, pressing his lips harshly to Jirou’s. He bit the bottom lip harshly keeping Jirou’s head still if he tried to move away from the kiss.
Jirou squirmed, trying to get from in between Yuushi and the wall. He tensed and whimpered at the bite, never one to enjoy pain of any kind. “Dame, Yuushi,” he whimpered, hands pushing against the larger boy’s chest.
Yuushi scowled, grabbing the other’s arm and dragging him to his room. He shoved him inside, not even looking at Jirou. “Strip,” he commanded, going to the closet and taking out an unmarked paper bag. His muscles were tense with the way he was forcing back his anger. It wasn’t just this one incident, if it was maybe he would have handled it better; Atobe and Jirou were constantly all over each other and always in front of Yuushi.
Jirou blinked, stumbling into the room. Maybe he had pushed Yuushi to far this time. He was a bit scared at the look in Yuushi’s eyes and how tense he was. He had never seen Yuushi so tense before. Taking that into consideration he didn’t want to go against the other’s orders, and so he obediently undressed, staying as quiet as he could.
Yuushi still hadn’t looked at Jirou but he could hear the other stripping. “Get on your hands and knees on the bed. Your ass should face me,” he commanded, running his hands over a few objects that he had pulled from the bag. When Jirou was in his demanded position Yuushi went over to him with a studded thin strip of black leather. He let his eyes roam over the curve of his boyfriend’s body as a hand caressed over his neck. “Mine,” he said, the leather slipping around Jirou’s throat, locking in the back. A leash was hung from a small metal hoop in the front.
Jirou shivered at the gentle feel of Yuushi’s fingertips on his neck. He let out a yelp of surprise when instead of fingers he felt smooth leather enclosing around his neck. His lover’s hand caressed down Jirou’s back, making the smaller boy tremble with the tingling sensation of pleasure. “Yuushi…” he whined in protest of the teasing touch and the collar; he wasn’t a dog…
Yuushi nearly smiled, Jirou was adorable when he whined like that. However, right now Yuushi didn’t have the time to be amused. He had to punish Jirou and remind him that Yuushi had claimed him and he didn’t plan on giving up that claim, especially not when he was in love with Jirou. His hand ran down the other’s pert ass, squeezing it firmly. He pulled his hand back before giving Jirou a light slap.
Jirou’s body tensed at the slap, trying to move away. He felt the leash shift and jerk him back slightly. He whimpered looking back at Yuushi. “What are you doing?” he said, wiggling slightly, but not trying to move away. The slap really hadn’t hurt that much, he had only been surprised and confused by it.
“Punishing you,” Yuushi said, his hand landing again, harder on the other’s pert ass. He continued spanking Jirou, listening to the other’s pained whimpers and protests. He noted that the smaller boy was aroused even though Yuushi hadn’t tried to pleasure him at all. His hand was finally read and stinging after several minutes of beating Jirou’s ass with it. He moved back to his bag, keeping one eye on Jirou.
Jirou felt tears pricking his eyes at the burning from the harsh slaps of Yuushi’s hand. When the other moved away he pressed his face down in the mattress, trembling. The new position only brought his ass up more for the blue-haired boy’s viewing pleasure. He was confused. Yuushi had never done anything like this. Had he really bee that bad to have upset Yuushi so much? His face was turning red against the mattress, not only from pain and embarrassment, but also from shame of what he had been doing.
Yuushi came back with a small wooden paddle in his hand. “Jirou, you are mine and I won’t share your body, or your sweet lips,” he said lowly, letting the paddle fall on the other’s red abused rear, alternating hits to Jirou’s soft thighs. He knew Jirou would be bruised and that it would be even more difficult for the boy to sit still than usual.
Jirou was sobbing softly, flinching and crying out with each hit of the paddle. His fingers curled into the blanket. “Gomen, Yuushi! Please, stop,” he managed to force out between his sobs. The paddle hurt even worse than Yuushi’s hand, added to the fact that his body was already sore beyond measure. “I’m only yours!”
Yuushi smiled inwardly and tossed the paddle aside. He would have had to stop anyway unless he intended to break Jirou’s battered skin. His hand grazed lightly over the heated skin, listening to a soft whimper from his lover. He turned the other onto his back gently, leaning down and kissing him tenderly. The anger and jealousy had seeped from him now.
Jirou returned the kiss, pressing up into the other’s body, fingers moving and curling into Yuushi’s shoulders. The fear he had been stricken with eased away, pulling Yuushi closer. Tears still were gathered in the corners of his eyes but he ignored them. He parted his lips invited Yuushi’s tongue into his mouth eagerly.
Yuushi allowed the kiss to continue a long period of time before he pulled away, brushing his thumb lightly under the other’s eyes, to wipe the tears gathered there. “If I had sexy with you right now your poor ass cheeks would be hurting even worse,” he murmured, running a teasing fingers over his lover’s length.
Jirou arched, whimpering needily. His arousal was already leaking his seed at the tip. “Please, Yuushi,” he begged softly his hips rising. He blinked when Yuushi pulled away, pouting. The pout faded, watching Yuushi undress, finally revealing lean and toned muscles. He squirmed when Yuushi straddled his chest, facing Jirou’s groin. “What are you doing,” he pouted, hips arching up.
Yuushi chuckled lowly as he leaned forward on his hands, getting up on his knees and shifting to where his shaft brushed against Jirou’s mouth. “Suck me off,” he commanded, lowering his own mouth over Jirou’s arousal, sucking on the tip of it. His tongue massaged Jirou’s tongue and both boy’s groaned at the sensations the other was bestowing on them. Yuushi’s slender fingers pressed into Jirou’s entrance teasing him doubly.
Jirou moaned around Yuushi’s length, sucking on him harder as his hips bucked up. The horridly teasing fingers pressed repeatedly against his sweet spot, filling him with pleasure. A fuse of need was ignited him by Yuushi’s actions. He whimpered as Yuushi’s own moan reverberated through his length, causing him to shudder and his release was brought closer.
It didn’t take much longer before the two boys released into each other’s mouths, swallowing their lovers’ essence greedily. Yuushi finally came back to himself and lapped at Jirou’s length a few times before, getting off of him. He smiled at Jirou and by the time he had gotten Jirou in his arms and the blanket over them the smaller boy was asleep. He chuckled, unhooking the leash but leaving the collar. He caressed the leather around Jirou’s neck. “Mine, forever…because I love you…and now you are mine,” he murmured, closing his eyes.
THE END
Author’s Notes:
Dear Readers,
God, this whole fucking fic sucked. X-x I’m really disappointed in myself. It was a good idea, but my writing is horrible. My writing sucks lately and I don’t know why. Please forgive my horrible writing. I hope you enjoyed the story at least a bit and yes, if you’re wondering the ending was rushed because I wasn’t in the mood but wanted it down before I gave up on this story.
Love,
Suckist writer ever.
P.S.
x-x I fail at live. x-x
P.S.S
This has been written for over a week but it took me that long to get around to typing it up. -,-.
P.S.S.S
Did I mention I FAIL at life?
Word Count: 1563
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Yuushi glared at Atobe from behind his romance novel. No one ever liked when their boyfriend was getting close to another or the guy was getting close to their boyfriend, or both. But Yuushi was an extremely jealous guy and seeing Atobe hold Jirou against him, nuzzling him as Jirou clung around his neck…Well it just didn’t sit well with Yuushi.
Jirou giggled, snuggling closer to Atobe. “I think it’s working!” he whispered in the other’s ear, hugging more. He pressed his body as close to Atobe as possible. Yes, Jirou was trying to make Yuushi jealous.
Atobe smirked. “Of course, Ore-sama is convincing,” he said turning his head and making it look as if he was about to kiss Jirou.
‘Oh hell no,’ Yuushi thought, tossing his book aside. “Jirou, let’s go,” he said, taking the few steps towards the two. His hand grabbed Jirou with a tight grip, pulling him from Atobe. He didn’t give Jirou a chance to protest as they went to the back entrance of Atobe’s cottage. Yuushi cursed the fact they couldn’t completely leave and go home.
Jirou whined when Yuushi grabbed him, snatching Yuushi’s book up with they passed it and hitting Yuushi on the head with it. He whined again when Yuushi tossed it away. “Bye bye, Keigo-chan!” he called, blowing him a kiss. He giggled when Atobe wiggled his fingers at him before he turned to talk to Kabaji. “Yuushi!” You’re hurting me,” Jirou said, pulling his hand away once they were in the cottage. “Why’d you have to do that? I was playing with Buchou!”
Yuushi growled at Jirou blowing the kiss and pressed him into the wall of the hallway they were in. “You were practically making out with him,” he jeered, anger and jealousy clear in his eyes. “You’re mine and I don’t want to and I won’t share you with him,” the blue-haired boy growled, pressing his lips harshly to Jirou’s. He bit the bottom lip harshly keeping Jirou’s head still if he tried to move away from the kiss.
Jirou squirmed, trying to get from in between Yuushi and the wall. He tensed and whimpered at the bite, never one to enjoy pain of any kind. “Dame, Yuushi,” he whimpered, hands pushing against the larger boy’s chest.
Yuushi scowled, grabbing the other’s arm and dragging him to his room. He shoved him inside, not even looking at Jirou. “Strip,” he commanded, going to the closet and taking out an unmarked paper bag. His muscles were tense with the way he was forcing back his anger. It wasn’t just this one incident, if it was maybe he would have handled it better; Atobe and Jirou were constantly all over each other and always in front of Yuushi.
Jirou blinked, stumbling into the room. Maybe he had pushed Yuushi to far this time. He was a bit scared at the look in Yuushi’s eyes and how tense he was. He had never seen Yuushi so tense before. Taking that into consideration he didn’t want to go against the other’s orders, and so he obediently undressed, staying as quiet as he could.
Yuushi still hadn’t looked at Jirou but he could hear the other stripping. “Get on your hands and knees on the bed. Your ass should face me,” he commanded, running his hands over a few objects that he had pulled from the bag. When Jirou was in his demanded position Yuushi went over to him with a studded thin strip of black leather. He let his eyes roam over the curve of his boyfriend’s body as a hand caressed over his neck. “Mine,” he said, the leather slipping around Jirou’s throat, locking in the back. A leash was hung from a small metal hoop in the front.
Jirou shivered at the gentle feel of Yuushi’s fingertips on his neck. He let out a yelp of surprise when instead of fingers he felt smooth leather enclosing around his neck. His lover’s hand caressed down Jirou’s back, making the smaller boy tremble with the tingling sensation of pleasure. “Yuushi…” he whined in protest of the teasing touch and the collar; he wasn’t a dog…
Yuushi nearly smiled, Jirou was adorable when he whined like that. However, right now Yuushi didn’t have the time to be amused. He had to punish Jirou and remind him that Yuushi had claimed him and he didn’t plan on giving up that claim, especially not when he was in love with Jirou. His hand ran down the other’s pert ass, squeezing it firmly. He pulled his hand back before giving Jirou a light slap.
Jirou’s body tensed at the slap, trying to move away. He felt the leash shift and jerk him back slightly. He whimpered looking back at Yuushi. “What are you doing?” he said, wiggling slightly, but not trying to move away. The slap really hadn’t hurt that much, he had only been surprised and confused by it.
“Punishing you,” Yuushi said, his hand landing again, harder on the other’s pert ass. He continued spanking Jirou, listening to the other’s pained whimpers and protests. He noted that the smaller boy was aroused even though Yuushi hadn’t tried to pleasure him at all. His hand was finally read and stinging after several minutes of beating Jirou’s ass with it. He moved back to his bag, keeping one eye on Jirou.
Jirou felt tears pricking his eyes at the burning from the harsh slaps of Yuushi’s hand. When the other moved away he pressed his face down in the mattress, trembling. The new position only brought his ass up more for the blue-haired boy’s viewing pleasure. He was confused. Yuushi had never done anything like this. Had he really bee that bad to have upset Yuushi so much? His face was turning red against the mattress, not only from pain and embarrassment, but also from shame of what he had been doing.
Yuushi came back with a small wooden paddle in his hand. “Jirou, you are mine and I won’t share your body, or your sweet lips,” he said lowly, letting the paddle fall on the other’s red abused rear, alternating hits to Jirou’s soft thighs. He knew Jirou would be bruised and that it would be even more difficult for the boy to sit still than usual.
Jirou was sobbing softly, flinching and crying out with each hit of the paddle. His fingers curled into the blanket. “Gomen, Yuushi! Please, stop,” he managed to force out between his sobs. The paddle hurt even worse than Yuushi’s hand, added to the fact that his body was already sore beyond measure. “I’m only yours!”
Yuushi smiled inwardly and tossed the paddle aside. He would have had to stop anyway unless he intended to break Jirou’s battered skin. His hand grazed lightly over the heated skin, listening to a soft whimper from his lover. He turned the other onto his back gently, leaning down and kissing him tenderly. The anger and jealousy had seeped from him now.
Jirou returned the kiss, pressing up into the other’s body, fingers moving and curling into Yuushi’s shoulders. The fear he had been stricken with eased away, pulling Yuushi closer. Tears still were gathered in the corners of his eyes but he ignored them. He parted his lips invited Yuushi’s tongue into his mouth eagerly.
Yuushi allowed the kiss to continue a long period of time before he pulled away, brushing his thumb lightly under the other’s eyes, to wipe the tears gathered there. “If I had sexy with you right now your poor ass cheeks would be hurting even worse,” he murmured, running a teasing fingers over his lover’s length.
Jirou arched, whimpering needily. His arousal was already leaking his seed at the tip. “Please, Yuushi,” he begged softly his hips rising. He blinked when Yuushi pulled away, pouting. The pout faded, watching Yuushi undress, finally revealing lean and toned muscles. He squirmed when Yuushi straddled his chest, facing Jirou’s groin. “What are you doing,” he pouted, hips arching up.
Yuushi chuckled lowly as he leaned forward on his hands, getting up on his knees and shifting to where his shaft brushed against Jirou’s mouth. “Suck me off,” he commanded, lowering his own mouth over Jirou’s arousal, sucking on the tip of it. His tongue massaged Jirou’s tongue and both boy’s groaned at the sensations the other was bestowing on them. Yuushi’s slender fingers pressed into Jirou’s entrance teasing him doubly.
Jirou moaned around Yuushi’s length, sucking on him harder as his hips bucked up. The horridly teasing fingers pressed repeatedly against his sweet spot, filling him with pleasure. A fuse of need was ignited him by Yuushi’s actions. He whimpered as Yuushi’s own moan reverberated through his length, causing him to shudder and his release was brought closer.
It didn’t take much longer before the two boys released into each other’s mouths, swallowing their lovers’ essence greedily. Yuushi finally came back to himself and lapped at Jirou’s length a few times before, getting off of him. He smiled at Jirou and by the time he had gotten Jirou in his arms and the blanket over them the smaller boy was asleep. He chuckled, unhooking the leash but leaving the collar. He caressed the leather around Jirou’s neck. “Mine, forever…because I love you…and now you are mine,” he murmured, closing his eyes.
THE END
Author’s Notes:
Dear Readers,
God, this whole fucking fic sucked. X-x I’m really disappointed in myself. It was a good idea, but my writing is horrible. My writing sucks lately and I don’t know why. Please forgive my horrible writing. I hope you enjoyed the story at least a bit and yes, if you’re wondering the ending was rushed because I wasn’t in the mood but wanted it down before I gave up on this story.
Love,
Suckist writer ever.
P.S.
x-x I fail at live. x-x
P.S.S
This has been written for over a week but it took me that long to get around to typing it up. -,-.
P.S.S.S
Did I mention I FAIL at life?