We Love You, Sensei! ((Closed Group RP))

[Yujiko]

Yoshida was sitting in his seat emotionless, hair out of place, shirt wrinkled- careless. He looked tired and plain. No expression on his face, he seemed like a soulless robot, just sitting in his chair, reading. He didn't even display that fake smile, to much pain was hidden inside, so much he could hardly hide. Bringing a hand to his face, he lifted his glasses and rubbed the bridge of his nose. He glance toward the sound of foot steps that seemed to linger in the halls.

 

Not that it was surprising, but he was a little shocked to see the young male, the shocked expression only showing for a brief moment. Jerking his face back, he stared at the book before him, trying to pretend he felt nothing, act as though it was nothing. His tensed up as the other neared him, he tried to keep himself from blowing up on the young male. "I finished the work, Sensei." Those emerald gem glanced up," Good..." Taking the papers he stared at his book. The sensei could feel the tension, he could probably have cut it with a knife. Oh, how he hated this, how he felt so full in this man's embrace, and yet it was all a lie. He was just a small venture for the younger's sex drive. And yet, the elder could quite bring himself to denying that he didn't enjoy it, he loved every second and feeling he got from this man- he was falling so fast, he knew it was bad news.

 

"Sensei I-" Yoshida' green gems trailed up to the student's face. What was he going to say...? "Sorry..." Was that it...? Those dull eyes fell back to the book, lazily. Insecret he watched the student retreat to his desk, and sneak looks at him through his fingers. "At least he feels guilty..." He thought to himself smirking. Quickly class was over, the bell rung and students pilled assignments on the sensei's desk. Running a hand through his hair, he sighed.

[theblackdog]

The class felt like a year to him, during the time he spent mostly eyes down drowning himself in his work as far as he could go. There was another throbbing in his head and suddenly something brush against his skin, a memory of being touched flashing through his mind. He closed his eyes and tried to further pin point this feeling that just erupted in him but there as nothing, completely void. The room was empty and he couldn't stand. There was a sense of excitement growing him as the less he thought the more his senses came to life. Finally his eyes found the other man and narrowed at him. For some reason his frustration was venting in that general direction and he knew if he glared too long the sensei might think there was some kind of vendetta against him.

 

He rose to his feet and collected his things. He approached the desk and puts his hands down upon it, leaning forward. He didn't understand his gesture but it felt natural. There as a warm sensation creeping through him as he gazed at the lovely face of Yoshida, the thought of him seeing him this way didn't even phase him. He started to tremble, fear setting in as he began to second guess his actions but he was there and he couldn't turn back down. He reacted to this sensation in the only way he thought could relieve him of this tension. "Yoshida-sensei, are you busy now?" He finally asked with a soft smile. Trying to make heads or tails of it now only made his head ache more so instead he acted on instinct, allowing his heart to do all the talking. A blush flushed upon his cheeks as he continued to gaze at his sensei expressing his nervousness.

[Yujiko]

Those green gems rose to the other's, a faint sheen of red shoot across his face before he shot his head away. "What could you possible want...?" The words fell harsh and heavy off his lips. He seem nervous, and also seemed as if he was trying to hid it. Truth is, he was letting himself unfold before the other, unconsciously that is. His heart was deep for the other after such passion and care was shown, even if he felt abandoned. Trying his hardest to hideaway from those blue hues, he stood and began to erase the chalk board frantically.

 

"Yoshida-sensei, are you busy now?" An eye twitched, he turned his head toward the other, a hand dropping down to the desk before along with his head. "Listen... I'm easy, I admit that. I'm a hopeless romantic, I admit that. But, do you really expect me to do anything for you after you dipped out on me? And, let's be clear that you came onto me, you took advantage of my weakness and I thought you meant it- like I usually do..." He huffed, quickly defeated as he made eye contact with the other," W-what is it that you wanted, Himura-kun...?"

[theblackdog]

Ryo was silent in shock from what he was hearing. He shifted his position uncomfortably and eyed Yoshida with a confused expression plastered across his face. He didn't understand why the man seemed so on the defensive all the sudden and why he was being snapped at. He almost started to retort when Yoshida carried on, describing something to him he was completely unprepared for. It took him a moment to register what he just heard and the words were like a sharp knife into his chest. He wanted to tell the man he had the wrong guy that perhaps he was just being delusional but there was something in the man's eyes that held truth, meaning, and so much pain behind his words.

 

He adjusted the strap around his shoulder and elbowed his backpack slightly, a thought that maybe his homework had something to do with it but it didn't make any sense to him. He doubled back in his mind, thinking about what had transpired over the last 24 hours that he had last seen him but nothing hit him. He let out a breath he was holding and poked his temple with two fingers, rubbing away an ache. He had to choose his words carefully, outright telling the man he needed help wasn't a good approach and probably would make him sound like he was calling the guy crazy which wasn't too far from the truth.

 

Finally sighing, he looked up at Yoshida with a worried expression. He was flashing the man his puppy eyes, an approach he was familiar and most successful with when situations seemed impossibly awkward or out of place for him. "Sensei, I'm sorry. I don't know what's going on but if their is anything I can do I will do my best..." His voice was soft, soothing, but in between the context he was at a complete lose. He disliked confrontation the most and there was anger behind those eyes, he only hoped to dispel it. "I just thought maybe you could stay with me after school, you know, in the library for some extra credit or something... I just... I really want to learn more." The last part of his statement seemed force, he didn't want to admit he didn't want to go home.

[Yujiko]

Anger flared in his eyes as he strutted to the door abruptly," You're telling me, you don't remember-" The man shut and locked the door, fingers undoing the buttons of his shirt as he turned back to the younger male. "-any of this...?" The unbuttoned shirt showed his pale creamy skin, red and purple marks covered his torso. His eyes narrowed as he ran a hand through his hair. "I like to scratch... Feel your back..." Green gem dulled, a furrowing brow accompanying it. "-Don't tell me you don't remember...?"

 

Suddenly those green hues widened. "Y-you really don't remember...?" How was this possible? Why did this happen? Why didn't he notice...? The elder frantically buttoned his clothing. "I don't know what to say..." That plain, empty expression appeared again. Those green eyes hardened, his fingers gripped his shirt tightly. "..." He was at a loss for words.

[theblackdog]

His eyes followed Yoshida to the door and gulped nervously as the door locked. Before he could speak his eyes were locked on a bare chest which made his heart start to pound. His cheeks flushed and he stammered for words as if trying to recall something he had no recollection of. He lowered his back pack to the ground and started to remove his jacket. He hadn't been in front of a mirror in weeks, just out of routine would simply shower, dress, sleep then wake, dress, and go to school. He felt awkward undressing in front of the man and instead moved his hand behind him. He gently fingered the skin and widened his eyes in surprise as he ran over several sensitive areas that felt raised.

 

He wanted to double over suddenly but put a foot forward in an attempt to catch himself. His eyes locked onto Yoshida and narrowed, his expression contorting in pain as his head began to throb. "I don't understand... What's going on?" He wanted to wrap himself up and hide in the deepest hole he could find. He knelt down and captured his face in his hands as his body began to tremble. "I... I can't remember Sensei." He fell silent, trying his hardest to recall his lost memories. Finally he rose to his feet and let out a heavy sigh. His eyes searched for Yoshida and stared at him for a while in silent contemplation. When he spoke again, his voice was solemn and quiet. "I was in an accident when I was a child... It killed my brother and father and left me with amnesia, I have no memory of who I was. Growing up I've been dealing with freak black outs. I'll wake up sometimes and several days will be behind me without any memory of what I did or where I went. I thought I was over it but..." He shook his head and lowered it, feeling ashamed of himself. "I'm- I'm sorry Sensei. I understand if you hate me now." He fell silent and was ready to bolt out the door at Yoshida's request.

[Yujiko]

Motionless, the older man only watched, after all he didn't really know what to do or say. A single hand moved as if to reach for the confused younger student, but it fell as the other male dropped to the floor, head in his hands. "What am I to do...?", the sensei asked himself running a hand through his hair. Before he could kneel and comfort the younger male, Ryo stood and sighed. A gesture that Yoshida was not expecting in the slightest. Closing his fingers in his hand together, forming a relaxed fist. "I was in an accident when I was a child... It killed my brother and father and left me with amnesia, I have no memory of who I was. Growing up I've been dealing with freak black outs. I'll wake up sometimes and several days will be behind me without any memory of what I did or where I went. I thought I was over it but..."

His stone eyes softened, his gazed now sorrowful. He took a single step forward just before the student spoke again, "I'm- I'm sorry Sensei. I understand if you hate me now." It was then that his cold expression shattered to a empathetic remorseful one. Digits lightly slid down the younger's cheek and under his chin, lifting Ryo's eyes to his. "I could never hate you, Ryo-kun... Don't ever say that...", after these words fell into the air, his lips rose and pressed against the student's forehead. As he pulled away, his hand drifted to Ryo's shoulder," Does this mean that you don't feel for me that way I thought you to...?", Yoshida's eyes dimmed back to that dull green as he asked the question. He feared the answer, but it needed to be known.

[theblackdog]

Ryo's body couldn't help but sink into the feeling of the male's hand against his face. It's warmth provided a haven for his mind to seek comfort in. The sensei's expression alone befuddled him, unable to fully comprehend the full extent of it's meaning and from it which it originated. He could sense there was something much more between them, the presence of this held within Yoshida like a symbolic embodiment. His mind began to race, a faint whisper of the past moaning into his ear as he could almost feel the man's body pressed firmly against his. He winced and stepped away raising a hand to his temple. The throbbing was growing more intense and bursts of blinding light struck his sight. He couldn't hardly find his voice to respond to the other man, the emotionless void now stricken with grief for his disposition.

 

'Don't look at me that...' His mind screamed as he stared back at Yoshida, his confusion adamantly crossed throughout his expression. He had to compose himself, make heads or tails of the situation. He didn't want to just run from this like he had always done, there was something very different now he hadn't ever suspected could possibly happen to him. Beneath the veil of his uncertainty there was an emotion beginning to swell in his chest and no matter how much he tried to dismiss it, it only become more prominently profound, defining itself through this connection with Yoshida. He did what he could to settle his mind and lowered his hand to his side. He turned slightly away and his gaze found the outside world, lingering between the empty space between. "I feel something... I can not negate what my heart is feeling but there's still a void. I don't remember what happened, what got us to this point. I want to but it hurts so much to try and remember." His voice was soft as he spoke, shame keeping his eyes from looking towards Yoshida. "I can hear you, faintly in the back of mind but it only feels like a dream I've just woken up from. " He did a sideways glance to him, tipping his head down slightly. "I... I want to believe it's real."

[Yujiko]

Digits gripped his arm as his chest echoed in pain with ever heartbeat. What was he do or say? The elder didn't know- but, he needed to ask if other would continue this relationship- wait, is this a relationship? Either way, he couldn't bear to feel anymore day of nothing ."Would you try...?", asked the elder's voice softly. "Would you try to take me? Try to remember me?", his attempts became more desperate. "I do... Just...", clinching his fist he spun on his heels and turned to the door.

 

Those green hues found the younger, he wasn't going to risk being beating by his previous lover for nothing. Swiftly he went to the door and turned off the lights- very little light seeped through the shut blinds and the dark halls made no difference. Yoshida twirled on his heels and walked over to the student, gripping his hand. "Come here...", whispered the elder as he guided Ryo to a dark corner not visible by the door's small glass window. "Do as you please to me- take your frustrations out on me- remember me...", those eyes so cold were filled to the brim with emotion. "Beat me, use me- I don't care... Just, please try to remember me..." Yoshida's hand gripped the younger's shirt and another pulled Ryo's hand to his cheek. "Kiss me... Command me...", his lips quivered lightly.

 

((It was longer- but I lost the first paragraph and then got lazy XD sorry .w.))

[theblackdog]

His eyes fell to the floor for a moment before lifting to watch Yoshida turn the lights out. He was silent as the man pulled him into a corner and guided his hand to a warm cheek. An anxious sensation fell throughout his body sending shivers across his skin. The man's desperation reached his core and he shook his head lightly. He was apprehensive at first, his fingers hesitantly gliding over the soft skin on the sensei's face before slowly slipping down his neck. With his other hand he moved it shakily to Yoshida's hip, gently grasping it and pulling the warm body closer against his. The contact caused an elation to erupt inside him and he became more fluid with his fingers as he massaged them down his chest and snaked them up his shirt. He drank in the man's scent as he nuzzled his head against Yoshida's neck, sneaking in small light flicks of his tongue as he floated his lips above the sensitive skin.

 

His mind was racing now, bombarding him with flashes of light, faint moans, quiet whispers of sweet nothings, but nothing entirely coherent. Of how easily he fell into Yoshida's clutches, he knew what the man was saying was true. However, what he asked of him he couldn't bring himself to do. He stepped forward, guiding the other male around so he had him pressed against the wall. He closed off the distance between them, his hand still exploring the inside of his shirt while his other hand found Yoshida's and brought it up over his head entangling his fingers with his, inadvertently pinning him on the wall with his body. For a moment he moved his head back and gazed upon him through dim light, his eyes flickering with specks of light bouncing around in the shadows. "I'm not going to hurt you... Yoshida-sensei..." He paused, shifting his eyes away for a moment and blushing if it could even be seen. "Hiroya..."

 

He wasn't exactly sure what to do at this point but he knew one thing for certain, he was definitely intrigued and captured by this man. Whether his memory failed him or not, the feeling was and would always be the same at any given encounter, he was seduced all the same and could not deny Yoshida. His gaze found the other again and stretched up slightly placing a very light and tender kiss upon those moist lips. He moved his head to his ear and felt a tingle on his skin as Yoshida's hair brushed against him. "Maybe you could remind me?" He whispered in a low longing tone.

[Yujiko]

Relief washed down some of the pain from his chest as the younger's nibble digits glided down his cheek- such bittersweet movements that other was making. The shaking hand gripping his hip and pulling his closely to the other surprising him slightly. He parted his lips faintly, as if to prepare for what may come. What was happening was what he wanted, he want the younger feel him again like this. His eyes widened as Ryo's head nuzzled into his neck- the heated breath from the other causing the sensei to grip the back of his student's shirt. "..Ah.." He exhaled softly. It was the suddenness that brought him to make such a pleasured sound. As Ryo's tongue flick against his delicate skin his fingers tightened on the fabric covering Ryo's skin. "..Nnn..", a soft moan fell from those now quivering lips.

 

Allowing himself to be guided into the wall, his now hazed green hues seemed to be filled with lust. The sudden pressure of the younger's body sent a pleasureful shiver down his spine, the hand snaking across his body chilling him, and the pinned position leaving him wanting more. This distance between their lips was brutal, could he hold himself back much longer? "I'm not going to hurt you... Yoshida-sensei..." What? Yoshud'a green gems widened. There would be no pain? He didn't fully expect it, but... The words softened his solid stone heart more so then ever even before. He smiled faintly as he eyes moved away. "Hiroya..." Immediately he brought his eyes back to Ryo's. "He.. Said my name!", Yelled the sensie to himself. Red tinted the elder's cheeks as he watched the younger in adoration.

 

Without warning, he lips were gentle pecked- and though it was a light simple kiss, the tenderness was felt through it. Those green hues faded behind the half closed eye lids. Yoshida's lips followed the other's they pulled away, the whisper to come catching him off guard. "Maybe you could remind me?" How? How could he remind Ryo of what he did? He knew and his cheek displayed his embarrassment. "Did you want me to tell you what we did...?", asked the sensei faintly. "First you kissed my neck, the spot that melts me... Then..." Yoshida blushed. "You... I-", blushing he shook his head. "Let's start with that....", his words were faint whispers.

[theblackdog]

His lips smiled against the smooth surface of Yoshida's skin, he could feel the heat rising in the others body his own responding with a familiar warmth building inside him. Somehow, the intimacy felt familiar and inviting unlike any past experience that haunted the abyss of his fleeting mind. He nuzzled his face against Yoshisha's neck, tracing his lips over the soft flesh before pressing them beneath the earlobe and sucking lightly. His tongue flicked over the moistened sensitive area and he continued to kiss down the man's neck trailing small pink circles that he proceeded to lick soothingly. The soft moans that escaped the man's lips were making him feel hot and caused his hands to unconsciously start undressing himself. His jacket slid of his shoulders followed by his shirt which he slipped over his head and allowed it to fall to the ground his eyes locked onto the others unwaveringly as if in a lustful trance.

 

His fingers played with the top of the male's pants then pulled on the shirt expertly undoing buttons without faltering until he was revealed a bare pale chest. He let out an audible satisfied breath of air and ran his hands over the supple skin. His body pressed closer, a knee drawing up between Yoshida's legs separating them so he could move further against him. He kept a slight distance, his chest a few inches apart as his eyes moved over the bare skin. He leaned in and wrapped an arm around resting his hand at the nape of his neck while the other hand continued it's exploration, smoothing over Yoshida's stomach and sides. His mouth found his clavicle and he sucked on the skin, nipping at it gently as he moved down his chest and repeated the action on a nipple.

 

He moaned quietly and moved his head back up capturing Yoshida's lips with his own. At first he kept it small, gentle and noninvasive before he started to tease the others lips with his tongue persuading them to open and let him in to taste him. His hand came up to the others chin grasping it and pulling it down to part his lips. He took the opportunity and licked the inside of Yoshida's mouth. Feeling the wetness of this caused him to shudder in delight and he plunged deeper sucking in the others tongue into his mouth as the kiss became more passionate and involved. He couldn't stop himself from what he was feeling and with every sensation each touch gave him it only fueled the growing need inside of him. He had to pull away for a moment to breath wishing at that moment he didn't need air to survive. A loose smile curled on his lips as his eyes met Yoshida's. "You could just show me, too. How's this? This feels nice." His voice was low almost hushed as he tried not to pant between his words.

[Yujiko]

The hot breath against his neck made him shutter, just as ice in the summer, he melted ever so quickly. Hovering lips invited impatient lip biting and fantasized pleasure- the nuzzling causing him to move his head away, trying to give way to more pale sensitive skin. Those cheeks so tinted they almost seemed fake, shivers shooting down his spine as those soft lips faintly brushed his skin. A hushed gasp followed by his hand in the younger's hair was the effect of those lips against his neck and below his ear. "Aahh!," moaned the sensei quietly. His free hand gripped the back of the younger's blaiser tightly," Nghh..." Yoshida craned his neck back as he continued to moaned ever so delicately. As the other began to undress, Yoshida swallowed hard and tried to help, fumbling with the buttons here and there. Lifting his green hues to the other's, he was stunned by his unbreakable gaze- his seductive gazed. A tug on his pants sent Yoshida's eyes down to either help or watch- it ended up being the later. Goose-bumps rose at the other's touch, the elder's breath hitched, pleasureful, and nervous. As there bodies were pressed together, Yoshida moaned behind his bitten lip," Ahh- Ngh..." The leg pressed against his member sending shocks of pleasure throughout him from both the pressure and the position.

 

The hand snaking around his body and to his back, resting on the nape of his neck, was electrify- every small touch sending wave of emotion through him. Maybe it was the adrenaline- the sinfulness of the action and the place where said sin was being taken. Nonetheless, this encounter surely rivaled any other, and yes he had done something like this before, but it wasn't the same. "Ryo...Ahh-nghh-ah.. ah", panted the elder submissively as the younger's lips nibble and kissed his body from his collar to his nip. Those lips began to lick and nibble the pink sensitive nips, his knees weakening slightly. "..Ah..." Moaned the elder faintly as to try and be quiet. The digits in the student's hair gripping harder. "Haa..." Those seemingly magical lips moved back up to his, his hand gripping tighter on the silver hair of the younger. Yoshida kissed back by both the fuel of pleasure and urge that lingered in his abdomen. The hand he held in the younger's hair slipping down across the younger's body somewhere between his chest and his side. It stop mid-way, the hand resting on and gripping the heated skin of Ryo's all at once.

 

"Ugnnh...", a higher pitched moan fell from his lips as the other's tongue dappled with his lips. His mouth parted, tongue trying to catch the quick moving other one. Without warning, his chin was gripped and pulled open carefully, but forcefully. Ryo's tongue move into his heated and yearning mouth as if searching for something. Quickly, the younger's tongue moved against his, sucking him into the other's mouth. This action caused a quick and heavy tightening in his trousers- the pressure from the other's leg hidding it slightly. His tongue and lips followed in other's in submission, wanting nothing more. then the younger pulled away, to breath as it would seem, Yoshida could agree that brething through one's nasal could be a challenge in this situation. "You could just show me, too. How's this? This feels nice." Though he was dazed by those baby blue hues, he nodded. "-uncomparibly incrediable...", the elder whispered."You could jst show me, too...", those word resinated in his mind. Falling silent for a moment, the elder blushed furiously, kneeling down he began to unbutton the student's pants. He carefully pulled out the other's member, approaching with his mouth slowly, hastily he engulfed the tip in his mouth. The free hand sliding discretely into his trousers, digits moving against himself. Moans vibrated in his throat as his tongue massaged the heated skin, his head bobbing slowly but skillfully.

[theblackdog]

His eyes followed Yoshida before closing the second the tip of his penis was shoved into the others mouth. He bucked in response and placed a hand on the wall to steady himself, the pleasure of which causing his knees to weaken. He couldn't recall the last time he'd felt so good, there was a tension and a pressure built up inside him that made the act even more intense. He peeked open his eyes and glanced down at the man, a hand instinctively caressing the man's face. Fingers moved freely through his hair and began to somewhat guide his head towards him, gently pushing more of himself into that warm, wet, mouth. A blissful moan of air escaped his throat as he did this and his hips naturally bucked again, however he did his best to subdue the urge to just ram himself inside Yoshida's inviting mouth.

 

"Ah..Hiroya..." He managed to get out, his voice strained against the pleasure he was receiving. Then there it was, that heat and tightening in his lower torso. His eyes trailed up and closed once again, his mind was beginning to retreat from the real world as a sense of euphoria washed over him. He drew in his lower lip and bit down on it gently but enough to keep his mind awake to the pain. His hand that rested on Yoshida's head pressed against him again then fell to his side, allowing the male freedom to take him in as he pleased. He felt the pressure causing him to swell but he wanted to hold off, he knew if he challenged himself to wait the pleasure would be much more intense and rewarding. His breath hitched as his head fell back for a moment then slowly moved down to where he could watch the sensei.

 

It was almost too much but as his eyes closed a moment of clarity flashed through his mind. Suddenly he could hear soft moans and a tremendous feeling of satisfaction fell over him as his memory showed him a blurred scene of him and another man he vaguely recognized as Yoshida sleeping together, their bodies a tangled naked and sweaty mass moaning into each other. His eyes reopened as his hips unconsciously thrust forward, giving into a great sensation Yoshida was giving him. He felt the surge coming on but the feeling he was getting was too great and he didn't want it to be over.

[Yujiko]

The thrust caught him by surprise at first, but once the first was done it surprised him no more. Thrusting was something many would do believe it or not- well, at least when his lips engulfed them. Oh, the men he made weak from is oral talent, few could compare. However depressing this talent maybe, he had it, and however depressing gaining the experience maybe, he earned it. Quickly his hand moved from the younger's member and to his hip, hold it. His free hand still stroking his own hardening member. "Ah..." Moaned the elder against the heated skin.

 

He could feel the pulsing pleasure run through the younger, the building want to be relieved; However, Yoshida pulled away slowly, leaving him unfinished. The sin, guilt, and all that would follow from this wrongful act weighed on him as he slid up against the wall, his head hanging down. Why did this feel nearly as wrong the day before as it does now? Maybe it was him having time to think and commit the actions rather than just going with them. His body trembling, his lips quivering. Pants were mistakable for moans, and moans for pants. "T-take me..." He softly commanded as he wrapped his arms around Ryo's neck and pressed his nervous lips to the younger's.

 

Yoshida pulled them back against the wall, grabbing Ryo's hands and guiding them up his body, lastly leaving them on his neck. Leaning forward, he kissed the other's neck softly and followed up with a rough bite. He kissed and nibbled up and down the younger' neck both delicately and roughly. Pulling away, he lifted his self to Ryo's lips, kissing him- tongues quickly intertwining. The elder's body moved against the other's as the breathed. "Make love to me..." Pleaded the elder.

[theblackdog]

His body itched with anticipation, the heat only intensifying as Yoshida's mouth took more of him in and the vibration of his moaning in his throat causing him to let out a groan of pleasure himself almost unable to take it anymore. But before he could reach his peak he felt the warm, wet mouth move away and he pouted for a moment, taking a second to watch Yoshida's body move up against the wall. He invited the man's lips with his own, kissing him deeply before Yoshida moved to his neck which sent tingling chills to the rest of his body. He belt the bite clear as day and the pleasurable pain encouraged him to press harder against the other warm figure, his hands sliding down the man's body and beginning to remove the rest of their clothes. He didn't need to be told twice and he ached for Yoshida at this point.

 

Their lips met once more, a deep wet kiss that earned another hum from his throat. Once all articles of clothing were gone he pressed further against him, pulling his legs up around his waist. He positioned himself, lifting the other with little effort. A hand moved down, his fingers finding an opening as he pressed a digit gently inside followed by another pushing them slowly inside. He felt satisfied with the reaction he got from the others body, opening for him with ease as he slid his fingers in and out more. Moving his hand away and gripping Yoshida's waist he started to press himself inside, slowly at first, finding the lubricated shaft making it's way inside easily. His eyes held onto the male for a while he pushed deeper, each thrust growing with intensity. He nuzzled his head between a neck and shoulder and sucked on a patch of skin to his mouth his occupied.

[Yujiko]

"Ah!.. Ah!" Yoshida moaned with his fingers laced in his mouth as the other's digit moved in and out of his body. He pushed his tongue through the other's lips. If his mouth wasn't busy he was going to make a lot of noise. His hips moved with Ryo's fingers, his body opening easily. "Angh!", moan Yoshida into the kiss, as the younger's fingers pulled away. He separated from the student's lips for a brief stare of admiration until Ryo's member pressed into his body-" Ahhngh!" Yoshida's head was shot back, his body trembling with pleasure.

 

The warmth on his neck accompany the hard thrust only made him cry out in pleasure more so now than before. Oh, what pleasure this was- such erotic movements and feelings- the adrenaline only pushing him over the edge. Tear formed in the lids of his eyes as he attempted to withhold the pleasure that coursed through his veins. The elder's hips moved with the younger's thrusts," Ah.. Ah.. Ah.. Ah. Ah. Ah Ah...", Yoshida moaned into Ryo's ear as his arms gripped and scratched at his back. "R-ryo..-A-ah!", he moaned softly.

[theblackdog]

He arched his body, the hands scraping on his sensitive back causing him to wince. He found the man's movements very erotic and invaded his mouth with a deep, plunging kiss. The warm breath in his ear made the hair on the back of his neck stand and his skin crawl. One of his hands caressed down the side of his waist and gripped a handful of his ass before falling to his leg and lifting it. He thrust his hips upward, almost pushing Yoshida up into the air as he gripped the leg on the underside of his knee. His free hand found the man's hardened shaft and slid up and down with each thrust. He was almost too lost in bliss to keep this up but managed somehow to keep a gentle grip on Yoshida.

 

He continued in perfect rhythm, his breathing beginning to match his pace. He was practically panting at this point, his eyes shut tight as Yoshida's body squeezed against him and took him in wholly. He felt his lower torso tighten and a tickling feeling growing in intensity as he legs began to feel loose. He couldn't hold it in any longer, the heat and passion of the others body finally giving way to his climax. He had to pull out before he exploded inside and instead sprayed the man's chest. With each pulse gave him relief and he could hardly catch his breath as his hand remained on Yoshida, his body aching for the man's release as well.

[Yujiko]

He pushed his moans down, biting his lip. Faint sounds escaping. "R-ryo..." He whispered as he attempted to hold in all the noises he wanted to make. "Nnng!", he held onto the younger tightly. The sensation of every thrust shooting up his body, trembling against the other. His breath was now pants. Then, the student grabbed Yoshida's length and began to pump it, within moments the other had pulled out, his white sin covering the elder's chest. "Ryo..!", Yoshida gasped as he came into Ryo's hand.

 

Shakily, he pulled back, he pants matching the other's. Swallowing hard he pressed his lips to Ryo's, kissing him tenderly. "W-we should get dressed...", managed the sensei between breaths. "W-where do you want to go, Ryo?", those dazed and lusted green hues watched the younger. Yoshida slid from Ryo's grip, his feet meeting the floor. Kissing Ryo's cheek, Yoshida began to dress, still slight short of breathe.