笠松 幸男

Hushed gasps and moans of pleasure left the captain’s parted tiers as he maneuvered the toy buzzing softly inside of him. On his back, with his legs hiked as far up as he could get them, it was difficult to reach that place he desired. This was all Kise’s fault really. He got him addicted to weird stuff like this, so much so that he ached for it after a few days of not receiving anything, since his boyfriend had left town for business. That idiot. ‘Ryou…ta…’ A pathetic whimper rose in his throat as the toy failed yet again to simulate the same type of pleasure he often felt with his boyfriend. Wasn’t this stupid thing supposed to work better? It vibrated and was about the same size to what he was used to, but his cock was still hard and not even leaking yet. Maybe he needed to visualize better… He’d taken one of Kise’s shirts out the closet to mimic the blond’s smell, and he turned over onto his knees to burry his nose in it, hoping it would help to bring him some relief. Perhaps it was the change in position, or the overwhelming aroma of his boyfriend’s scent, but he began to rock back against the toy with a little more vigour.   ‘Hngh… a-ahh…’ Oh fuck, that felt really good. Cracking open an eye, Kasamatsu looked blearily towards the door, a little anxious after making such a loud sound. But the apartment was still quiet, and the bedroom door was still locked like he’d made sure of, so if Kise came home early for some weird reason he wouldn’t be able to catch him. Honestly he might die if anyone caught him doing something like this. Refocusing on his task, he osculated his hips and panted against the shirt, imagining Ryouta on top of him, fucking him in that rough way that he liked. You like that baby~? Yukio flushed, because his own fantasies were something he’d had yet to get used to himself. ‘Mm…’ He sighed, ignoring the cramp beginning to form in his wrist and pumping the toy faster. The wet squelching noises echoed around the room, but he’d become deaf to them. Wedging the toy in as far as he could get it, he abandoned it and moved his hand instead to his leaking cock. Ah, ah, did I say you could touch yourself? Yukio shook his head to nothing in particular and swallowed as his hand returned to the toy. His hole squeezed around it as he began moving again, the pleasure urging him to moan and twist, further mussing up the sheets. ‘Oh g-god…’ Shit he was so close, but it was impossible to cum like this. Spreading his legs further, he ignored the slight discomfort and began rutting against the sheets, smearing pre-cum over the linen in an attempt to stimulate both places at once. Somewhere in the back of his mind he scolded himself, because he’d just cleaned these sheets not too long ago. But whatever, his first priority right now was to get off. ‘Ah…fu..Ryouta,’ he groaned into the sheets, and as if in answer he heard the door slam. All movement immediately stopped, as he heard Kise’s sing-song voice informing that he was home. Shit, shit, shit! It was like he knew. Immediately the fog cleared for his head and Yukio scrambled to pull the toy out and hop off the bed, even though his erection throbbed in protest. Putting his pants and underwear back on was painful, but he did so and put Kise’s shirt back in the closet. He chose his biggest sweater to wear in order to hide the bulge in his pants. ‘Senpai? Are you in there? I brought you a present~’ There was a knock on the door and Kasamatsu shoved the toy and the lube into his dresser, fixing the sheets up in a panic. ‘Y-Yeah! One sec!’ Lastly he cracked open the window and took a breath before opening the door for his boyfriend. ‘…Eh? Is something wrong?’ The blond studied Kasamatsu’s face, which was still flushed. The fact that he hadn’t tackled him was enough to tell Yukio he’d picked up on something. And how couldn’t he? It was as clear as day. ‘Hey,’ Kasamatsu cleared his throat as his voice threatened to waver again. ‘How was your trip?’ ‘Ngh, it was good.’ Came the absent minded reply as Kise stepped into the room and looked around. Yukio retreated and tried not to seem like he was sweating buckets. The blonds gaze drifted to the window, then to the bed, where Yukio realized with a jolt of horror that he’d left the tissues sitting on them. The look on Kise’s face was one of the most self-satisfied expressions Yukio had ever seen on a person. ‘Senpai~ Were you really that lonely?’‘Sh-Shut up! I wasn’t–’ Kise was suddenly very close, pressing the smaller male back against the wall and grabbing his crotch. ‘Really? Your body is always more honest than your mouth, senpai~’ All the fight drained out of Yukio as Kise’s knee came up to grind between his legs, and he all but melted as the blond’s lips brushed his ear. ‘It’s been hard for me too, so I hope you’re ready for a long night~’