raegan_1 | Theme: Taito sex, part 2

Taichi's path took him lower, across Yamato's heaving chest, along his ribcage, where Taichi's tongue left a moist, tingling trail.

"Oh, no you don't," Yamato said, grabbing Taichi's hair as he shifted lower. "I've already gone once. It's your turn." He pulled at Taichi until the brunet moved back up. Taichi was grinning when he kissed Yamato and grinning still when he ground his naked body against Yamato's.

"What do you suggest, then?" Taichi's voice was a teasing purr, and Yamato could imagine the leer that accompanied them. In answer, he shoved Taichi away and over, until Taichi was on his back. "Ah, you want to play like this, then."

Yamato put a hand on his chest to hold him down, as his other hand slid along Taichi's body, from stomach to navel to thigh to cock. "I want to play like -this- if that's okay with you." Not a question, so no waiting for a response as he knelt over Taichi's body. It was his lips searching out skin this time, though his path was a little more straightforward. Down Taichi's neck, past the collarbone, following the line of the sternum, straight past the bellybutton and towards Taichi's cock, sticking up from dark brown curls.

It wasn't the first time Yamato had performed fellatio on Taichi. The way his cock leapt and throbbed as Yamato wrapped his hand around the base was familiar. The groan that slid from Taichi's chest was encouraging, and a hand slid slowly into Yamato's hair and urged his mouth down. "Watch the hair," Yamato muttered, more concentrated on the prick on front of him than he was about the follicles on his head. The words, however, caused Taichi's cock to twitch, and Yamato raised an eyebrow.

Taichi's face, when he glanced up, was turned towards the ceiling. Taichi was breathing hard, eyes half-closed but gaze focused downwards, at Yamato. They were silent, Taichi waiting for Yamato to get on with it, Yamato wondering if that twitch was something he should look into. Curiosity won out, and he lowered his head. Instead of engulfing Taichi in his mouth, he bypassed the cock in his hand and moved instead to kiss his balls. The position caused his hair to rub against the underside of Taichi's cock, and the brunet's hips jerked up suddenly, before he managed to catch and control himself.

"Something you haven't been telling me?" Yamato asked, shifting so he's over Taichi's legs and looking up at Taichi's face from his groin. He purposely brushed Taichi's cock against his hair. Taichi hissed and his eyes closed for a second before reopening.

"Weren't you doing something?" Taichi all but snarled. He thrust his hips up to illustrate his point, and Yamato put a hand on his stomach and pushed back down.

"I was, yeah. But I have to ask." Yamato gave a sly grin and rubbed the side of his face against the length of Taichi's arousal. "Would you like to come in my hair, Taichi?" The answer was another thrust and a throaty growl. Yamato found it amusing, and he nuzzled the base of Taichi's penis and twined strands of his hair around it. Normally, he wouldn't even think of abusing his hair that way, but the sound of Taichi's breathing had become even more ragged from this new sensation, and Yamato could, just this once, forget about what he'd be cleaning out of his hair later.

Yamato played some more, rubbing and licking in turns, always careful to keep his hair somehow in contact with Taichi's body, whether it was wrapped around his cock, or brushing his thigh when Yamato finally took Taichi's cock into his mouth.

He was surprised when Taichi's hands suddenly grabbed his head, pulling him up and away from the attention he was giving to Taichi's crotch. "Not like that," he managed to get out, voice harsh under his strain. Yamato smiled, pleased with himself, as Taichi pulled him up for a kiss. He was already becoming erect again himself, and sliding his body along Taichi's only fueled his resurging desire.

They shifted together, bodies rolling over until Yamato was lying on his back in the middle of the bed, laying parallel to the headboard. Taichi was between his spread legs, hands working on loosening the ring of muscle he would penetrate, fingers scissoring in Yamato's body. The air, when Yamato had a mind to sniff it, smelled of strawberries. He smiled and brushed a hand down Taichi's cheek, drawing his attention for a moment. "Taste?"

Taichi paused, looking confused for a moment, before he brought up the hand not in Yamato and slid his fingers into Yamato's mouth. The taste of strawberries was less distinct than the smell, even though the lube was supposed to be strawberry flavored. There was a vaguely oily texture to it, but it was warm from Taichi's fingers and it mixed with his flavor. He nipped at Taichi's fingertips when the fingers moved out of his mouth. Taichi groaned and leaned forward, bracing himself with one arm above Yamato as he kissed him, licking the strawberry oil from Yamato's lips and swirling it between both of their tongues.

A third finger penetrated, joining the first two where they were in Yamato's body, and Yamato arched into the hand, silently asking them to go deeper, to be given more. His vocalizations were single breath syllables that consisted mostly of "yes" and "please." The brunet shifted to accommodate all of the requests, aligning his body to Yamato's as he withdrew his hand and pushed inside with his cock.

The blond made a humming sound in his through and arched his back, arms wrapping around Taichi's shoulders as their bodies joined together. Taichi thrust in and out of him for a moment, and groaned when Yamato's hips pushed up to meet each thrust. He lowered his mouth to Yamato's neck, and licked at the dark spot he'd already left there. "I want to take you hard," he whispered, snapping his hips to demonstrate.

"Fuck. Please." Yamato's hands slid across the skin of Taichi's back, fingertips scratching against skin.

Taichi paused. He leaned up and pulled Yamato's arms down so he could kneel upright on the bed. He pulled Yamato's legs up, and the blond, vaguely understanding what he meant to do, relaxed so Taichi could position his body.

Once Yamato's legs were secured over his shoulders, Taichi slid backwards on the bed, until he could stand beside it, and he pulled Yamato with him by the hips. "Taichi-" Yamato started warningly, feeling nothing but air moving under his back and Taichi's groin against his ass.

Taichi smiled at him, eyes beginning to glaze in mindless lust as he thrust into Yamato hard, using his body roughly, penetrating as deep as he could possibly go. Yamato's shoulders still rested on the bed, but he couldn't do anything but take each thrust, sounds coming out of his throat that were half groans, half expletives, words lost.

It seemed to go on forever, with Taichi pounding into him and Yamato's upper body writhing on the bed, his fists clenched in the twisted blankets under him. When Taichi came, his hands tightened on Yamato's hips and his back arched back. Yamato felt the jerk deep inside that signaled the orgasm, and it was followed by a decrease in friction and a sudden presence of liquid heat deep inside.

The brunet lowered Yamato's lower body back to the bed and withdrew, then slowly crawled onto the bed beside Yamato and laid down on his side next to him. They were both breathing heavy and for a long while, the only sound in the room was their panting for oxygen and the occasional gasp as Taichi's hand found and worked the erection which had returned between Yamato's legs.

Yamato came for the second time that night with little more than a whimper. Body relaxing again, he curled against Taichi and closed his eyes. It was a long while before either of them spoke.

When his breathing was under control, Taichi sat up and reached for a pillow. He pulled the pillowcase off and used it to wipe down Yamato's body and then his own reducing the evidence of their romp but unable to eliminate it completely. Finished with that, he threw the pillow case at the wall and pulled Yamato further up on the bed, until they could curl together in the middle of the mattress.

"Do you have any other fetishes I should be worried about?" Yamato asked lightly. He laughed softly at the question himself as he rested an arm over Taichi's hips and held him loosely. He felt the answering rumble of Taichi's laughter.

"Maybe a couple," Taichi mumbled, when the laughter was nearly gone.

Yamato sighed and stretched gingerly. "I'm not going to able to -walk- tomorrow. You horny bastard."

Taichi grunted. "Yeah, but it was good." He sounded exceptionally proud of himself, and Yamato could only shake his head.

"Good doesn't even begin to desribe it." Taichi would get a swelled head, Yamato knew, but it was the truth and a good round of hard sex should be praised accordingly.

"You can return the favor," Taichi offered.

Yamato snorted. "I am not lifting your heavy ass -off- the bed."

Taichi laughed again and smoothed a hand down Yamato's back. His fingers brushed over the curve of one cheek before trailing a line between both and gingerly probing Yamato's entrance.

"I'm not going to be ready for you again for at least a week, so get your hand away from my ass," Yamato mock-snarled. Taichi nuzzled his neck, and finished his little search with a gentle rubbing of Yamato's ass.

"You're not really hurt, are you?" It wasn't a question of disbelief, but more to ensure Yamato was really okay. There was concern in Taichi's voice.

Yamato smiled and shifted out of Taichi's embrace enough to kiss him before cuddling back down into his arms. "I'm fine. My ass burns and I think my hips are going to be a permanent bruise, but I'm fine."

Taichi grunted, apparently satisfied with that answer. His arms tightened for a moment, then relaxed. It took a couple of minutes for Yamato realize Taichi's breathing was evening out as he fell asleep. Trapped in Taichi's arms, unless he really wanted to wake him up, Yamato sighed.

"Figures. At least you cuddle in your sleep." He'd need a bath later, a long and hot one at that, and then dinner. He'd make Taichi cook. Or not, depending on whether he wanted food poisoning with his dinner or not. He'd make Taichi pay for take-out, instead.