Nope at First Hello | (fruity x SapphireD910) (private) (future 18+)

[SapphireD910]

Kenshi was stunned for a moment when he felt himself caught by a strong arm. Again he found himself noting the power in arms one wouldn't expect to find it. He was so embarrassed, not only from falling, but being in such a position and in front of Fuyuki of all people. He had to only wait for the witty comment about his failure, but even when it came it didn't feel the same as times before. He felt the other man was more teasing him than belittling him. It caused him to blush even rather than feel angered. "I'll remember that for next time, Mr. know-it-all. I wasn't expecting to walk through water, my boots are more for trails, not water resistance." He paused when he was upright. "Thank you." He flashed a soft smile to show he really did appreciate the gesture.

 

He took the kit from Fuyuki but simply held onto it. "Lets get camp set, I'll check for scratches when we have the tent up and I change for the night." He became more aware of them sharing a tent for the evening. Sure he would likely sleep and Fuyuki would be up for observations, but something about that actually made him more nervous, and not because he mistrusted the other man. Then again, Fuyuki had trusted to sleep the ride with him, he could do the same.

[fruity]

"Ho? So you can smile," Fuyuki commented in an instant, trying to ignore the fact that he really was awed by that sweet smile, and was that a blush? Why were they blushing around each other now?

 

"Sure," Fuyuki answered shortly before pulling out every bit of the camping equipment from his bag. He was experienced, but not that dexterous with his hands. If being left alone, it could be well an hour before a tent was ready. It didn't help too that he was somehow nervous with Kenshi around him, just the two of them. After managing to collapse the tent for the second time, he groaned loudly. He glared at Kenshi as if challenging the other to say something stupid; though really he didn't need a blow to his confidence right now.

[SapphireD910]

"You look like you're having fun." Kenshi said sarcastically, seeing the glare in the other man's eyes. "Here, let me give you a hand," he felt the tension between them shift. He wasn't very skilled around camping, but he managed to maintain any steps Fuyuki made, preventing it from collapsing while the other man set the next part.

 

Kenshi ended up balancing the flashlight in one hand and parts of the tent in the other as darkness took over the area. "There!" He sighed with relief that settled into another soft smile once the tent was complete. "Now where did you want the camera? Its dark enough if you hold a flashlight for me I'll get it in place."

[fruity]

"This isn't so bad," he told Kenshi begrudgingly. Even though it could mean the tent, he was actually referring to how Kenshi's snarky comment didn't feel as thorny as before. Fuyuki might have already perceived the other around the same place as Arita. He still couldn't put where the blushes and awkward mood belonged to, especially when the other showed him a smile that he couldn't comment on in fear of saying something stupid. "But at least, you're useful," he said, more to himself than anything.

 

Nodding to the instructions, he took his own flashlight before turning it on. Fuyuki flashed the light to the area with denser trees. The woods still left comfortable room to walk between, and the branches weren't that tall. It should be perfect visibility, if his target was around here. "Careful with your steps," he said, pointing the light to the ground, showing the mossy rocks that could get slippery. "If you fall again, I'll consider holding your hands," he said, though Fuyuki regretted that as soon as it came out. With Kenshi, that didn't sound like a jest.

[SapphireD910]

"I agree," Kenshi said with a proud smile looking over the tent. "We seem to pull a few things off working together." He shot the taller man a look that was almost snarky and flirty in nature. Not even a minute later Kenshi swore he heard something from Fuyuki, but it was quiet enough he decided to ignore it.

 

He gathered up the camera and moved to the spot that the other man had picked out. He was startled and almost lost his balance when Fuyuki alerted him to the risky terrain. "Oh." He looked over to the other male. "You'd like that wouldn't you? Hey, if you want to hold my hand you don't need to make up excuses." He teased over his shoulder, sticking his tongue out a bit with a smirk.

 

"Now I feel like one of those sappy movies." He made it to the indicated spot and started setting up the camera. "Someone has a small injury and the other person spends their secluded trip alone caring for them, and then..." He stopped with a blush. "Heh... ridiculous stuff. Anyway, it's set. It saves to a flash memory. It has a night vision setting. Battery should last up to 12 hours as long as you leave it running without changes to the settings or turning it on and off." He tried to hide his continued blush walking back over to Fuyuki and closer to the tent.

 

"Are you staying out here or are you going to let it run to review the footage later?" He wasn't really sure which answer he wanted. He didn't know how he felt with his only company hanging outside the tent most of the night, but he also wasn't sure how the two of them would manage in the tight space of a tent together. His skin was suddenly feeling very warm.

[fruity]

Fuyuki groaned when he heard the tease coming back at him and stubbornly refused to make any passing regarding that. However, Kenshi's words made him imagine vivid scene from some cheap movie and could see them being in that kind of cliche situations. Fuyuki shook his head lightly, trying to disperse that thought, and responded, "If you could make a campfire, we could eat dinner. I'll return here and you can rest, driver-san." Driving that long must have given some kind of toll on the other male.

 

Just as soon as he finished the comment, it didn't seem that Kenshi was paying attention, a bit lost in thought. It wasn't that visible due to limited light, but Fuyuki could have sworn the other was blushing. Again. "Are you thinking about something perverted?" Fuyuki stepped towards Kenshi and trapped the other against a trunk. Yup, that was definitely a blush. "Hm... Seems that you're the one who should be honest. You want something to happen, don't you? Should I be the one to get the injury?" he asked, referring to Kenshi's description earlier.

[SapphireD910]

Before he knew what was happening Kenshi felt his body being shoved against a tree trunk. "Eh! Ow! What are you talking about?! You're the one making up perverted tests... commenting on my body and looks... now this." He tried to force a straight face with heavy breaths. "Maybe you want something to happen?"

 

He turned his face away, a mix of feelings in Fuyuki's strong grasp. "Why do you throw your strength around so much?" He felt trapped and hot and embarrassed. This guy was just a few days ago hating every word out of his mouth, now he was seeking to drag out some form of attraction. Shit, I do, but why him, why like this, why does he know when he's been tasing me this whole time?

[fruity]

"How many times do I have to tell you that that one time didn't count?" Fuyuki asked, feeling irked that Kenshi still took offense to his comment that the other was too small. However, he still didn't remove his arm. Even he didn't know why he did this, but God Kenshi's reactions were sights to behold. Even the way Fuyuki wanted to grate on his nerves was also something he kind of looked forward to, if he wanted to be honest.

 

The light around them was dim. Fuyuki tucked the flashlight to his belt, and the light was reflected on the ground. It was low visibility, but this made him more excited than anything. "You're not fighting it," Fuyuki said, noting that Kenshi was just looking away instead of punching his guts. Or at least, putting him down with his words. Instead, his eyes seemed fluttering away and Fuyuki knew that kind of look. "You want this."

 

Almost unconsciously, Fuyuki licked his lips. He succeeded in calming his breaths, but making his heart go still was another matter altogether. Kenshi was pretty, and the half-hearted non-refusal just made him more inviting. Fuyuki leaned closer. Should he go in? Should he go away? But Kenshi's lips looked so soft.

 

And that was the only excuse Fuyuki needed to close their distance with a kiss.

[SapphireD910]

Kenshi once again around Fuyuki found himself slightly afraid, but this time in a very different way. The thumping in his chest was making it hard to hear, yet Fuyuki's challenge to him, that he wasn't resisting him and that he wanted what was happening. It made him squirm. Something about it felt good, a shudder shooting up his spine. He tried to tell himself that the other man was just teasing him. He couldn't deny how attractive he found him any longer, that he was so disappointed in how things started out when he did find himself attracted. But he could continue to deny the other's sincerity. At least he could until he felt those lips pressed against his.

 

He groaned into the contact, feeling an inability to gain his breath back. Fuyuki's tongue teased and tasted him causing a shiver throughout his body and a whimper from his throat. This was his first. His first kiss was with a man that up to today seemed to only exchange banter and complaints with him.

 

He gently pushed Fuyuki off to catch his breath, his eyes wet from the strain. He looked at the other man with flushed cheeks and embarrassed eyes. "Fine, I do. So do you!" he let out panting. He bit his lip, eyes falling heavy while looking Fuyuki over. He was tall, handsome, and the firm grasp on him sent a warm sensation where he touched Kenshi. Kenshi stared at those wet lips that had just aggressively connected with his. He grabbed Fuyuki's collar and pulled him forward to connect their lips again.

[fruity]

Something about Kenshi was really, really puzzling. Everything about him grated on Fuyuki's nerves since the beginning, but rather than anger, Fuyuki's reaction had switched into something else. It was akin to feral hunger. Nothing was enough.

 

Fuyuki chased the other's lips when they separated for breaths; how long had it been since he lost control like this? "Stop talking," he said, then made a guttural sound of satisfaction when Kenshi pulled him in again. He didn't mind losing dominance but it was still not enough. Pressing his knee between Kenshi's legs, his lips moved away to Kenshi's neck. His breath had been racing hard since forever now, but he didn't make any attempt to hide that. Not when Kenshi was mimicking him.

 

It was less of marking than searching where he could extort the most vocal response from Kenshi. Meanwhile, when he shifted his weight between their tangled legs, Fuyuki moaned low. There was no time for embarrassment, he decided, as he started slipping hand inside Kenshi's fucking tempting sweater. It was so oversized that it should be a crime, because it made Fuyuki's mind felt a bit at loss at how to hold back.

 

"Not enough," he said, before diving for another mindblowing kiss. His trousers had become too tight for comfort. "Choose: tent or tree?"

[SapphireD910]

Kenshi felt like his head was floatimg above this tangle of limbs and the sensations of his body, still judging this as wrong. He couldn't believe that his sweater, meant to keep him warm and covered from prying eyes was being used almost in the lustful assault on his body.

 

He'd never been touched like this, meaning every nerve seemed sensitive and eager for every small contact. But Fuyuki was out of control. How much and for how long had he wanted this? He started to worry that he'd be covered in marks from Fuyuki at the rate his hands and mouth were indulging in his body.

 

Suddenly Kenshi was bewildered by Fuyuki's protest that it wasn't enough. He squirmed against the thigh pressed to his groin. Part of him always felt it there, but had not thought of what it could lead to. When Fuyuki asked him for a location he felt his whole body tremble. Was he even ready, and with Fuyuki, after knowing him less than a week?

 

"I've never... before," he whimpered with a look of embarassment.

[fruity]

Fuyuki almost said that he was quite experienced at this, and that Kenshi shouldn't worry and just enjoy the ride. Almost.

 

It wasn't like he didn't notice how flat Kenshi's chest was, but it took his brain a few long seconds before realizing that a guy and girl were different for some obvious physical reasons. "Fuck," he said, more to the situation than anything else. After much reluctance and willpower gathering, Fuyuki finally removed himself. "Right, we're here for work. I didn't mean to go that far. Sorry," he said.

 

And besides, Kenshi was a virgin. That alone put the stake way higher than it should be. Fuyuki had popped some cherries, but to go unprepared should be too much. Besides, they said Fuyuki's gentlest attempt often turned too rough too soon. Certainly Kenshi wouldn't want his first time to happen like this... Right?

 

Besides, they had all the time in their next dates if anything today was a sign---- 'No. No. What am I thinking?', he cursed how fast his brain thought about all the possibilities. As if there was a switch flickering from making excuses, and just blasting forward like some raging bulls.

 

"Anyway, uh... I'll make a fire," he told an excuse then went to the tent area. The cold mountain air only made him wanting to just feel warmer against someone else, which wasn't a good thing. Preparing the fire, he took the cooler box and revealed two three-stack bento box and a water container that he filled with miso soup. It should be still warm.

[SapphireD910]

Kenshi blinked with intense confusion as the other man removed himself. His body felt cold and almost vacant. He was... disappointed, and even felt rejected as Fuyuki seemed to shift immediately to his responsibilities from the lustful heat he was just consumed with.

 

"Oh," was all Kenshi could verbalize as a wetness came to the corners of his eyes. He wasn't sure what he was doing anymore as he stood still against the tree. He felt humiliated letting himself get caught up in more of Fuyuki's... everything. The other man was obviously more experienced, which for the moment their bodies touched excited Kenshi, but now he felt manipulated.

 

Wordlessly he climbed into the tent once Fuyuki started the fire. He feared undoing his jeans to change, he was so hard, it would show in sweats. Worse still, he wanted the other man to touch him still. He wasn't even sure he'd enjoy doing it himself after what just happened. He wanted someone else's touch. He couldn't say for sure he was ready for sex, but more touch, he wanted to be touched. Maybe Fuyuki would try again, or maybe Fuyuki didn't want to mess with a virgin, no matter their gender. Wasn't he going crazy too, even if he didn't care for guys, didn't that work him up too?

 

With a huff Kenshi grabbed some dried meat, a packet of rice and water and found a spot around the fire. "You're good," he said dryly, referring to the built fire, but knowing he could mean so much more than that. He avoided looking at Fuyuki, prepping his rice. He knew he'd need something in order to sleep tonight, even if it was just himself. Still he managed a slight smile after a few minutes, catching glimpses of Fuyuki across the fire.

[fruity]

 

Can't believe I left for 3 days when it was getting so good kjdhjksafjksha

Don't worry, Kenshi :""")))) Fuyuki will make amends!

 

 

"You---" Fuyuki started, but he closed his mouth again. Kenshi's words weren't that sharp, but strangely, Fuyuki felt colder than before. Probably because he took that as a comment on what happened between them just now. You should be glad I can hold back, he grunted mentally. Fuyuki definitely imagined Kenshi's disheveled hair and disappointed look. It must have been the fire. Yeah.

 

Looking at Kenshi preparing his rations, Fuyuki placed the other bento box in front of Kenshi, sitting close to the other. Not as close as sharing the heat, but close enough he could discern the way fire light dancing in the other's eyes. Which was not what he should be noticing right now.

 

"I made it for two," Fuyuki said. "Should be good even when cold. But there's warm soup if you want." He showed the thermos and poured the content to the bowl-like top lid. Fuyuki could see the steam and felt glad he invested in this even if it was kind of more expensive than normal types. Opening the bento, he saw rice mixed with salmon chunks and nori, spinach salad, and cherry tomatoes. The other stack was more of lettuce salad with homemade mayo. While the last one was baked sandwiches filled eggs and chicken fillet.

 

He probably went overboard when preparing the picnic-like food. Probably. It wasn't like he wanted to impress Kenshi with his handmade meal. But it wouldn't be believable just the same after how the day went by so far. "It's okay if you still want to cook your own, though."

[SapphireD910]

Kenshi tensed slightly as Fuyuki drew closer to him. His body was still worked up from earlier. How could Fuyuki treat him so casually after that? Then he saw the offer of food, feeling that maybe he wasn't actually rejected. He still felt nervous being so worked up and so close, but would try to manage.

 

He looked the bento over in slight awe. It looked delicious, like something one might find in a restaurant. "Did you make these yourself?" he asked, the brightness of his eyes and smile still clear with the glow of the fiire. "Do you have a thing for food?" He gave a wry look. Maybe I've actually caught onto something deeper about him? "But uh, yes, thank you very much. They look delicious, I would love some." He leaned in closer to Fuyuki taking a bite of the rice and salmon. "Mmm." Unconsciously he'd closed the gap between them, their thighs touching one another, making Kenshi shudder from the contact.

[fruity]

"I made them. Homecooked meals are the best," Fuyuki simply said. Two of his exes actually broke up with him because his handmade food were more delicious than theirs though. Of course, it could be due to how nagging he was when they made him a meal. He foolishly never really thought about their feelings and just wanted to share his passion for food. Afterwards, he rarely cooked for his girlfriends anymore, save for special occasions.

 

Fuyuki was glad that he was eating the sandwich instead of the warm soup when Kenshi's thigh bumped to his. His eyes widened, but he didn't move away. He remembered how Kenshi's lips taste like too clearly, which shouldn't be what he was thinking right now. It's cold out here, okay? It's really cold!, he made an excuse as he continued eating. "See? If you're growing up with nice homecooked meals, you wouldn't be so scrawny," he said to cough away the awkwardness.

[SapphireD910]

Kenshi smiled hearing that Fuyuki cooked and had indeed made the bentos. In fact, he said he made them for two and Kenshi was the only person that was to be on this trip, so that meant he'd in a way made them for Kenshi too, right? He made a soft sound like a sigh. He wasn't used to anything like that, even from people close to him. His family cooked, but it was just family meals and it seemed more that they made enough for themselves to let him have some too, especially as he got older. Again, his father especially kind of kept tabs on things that nothing was a gift or for free once he was an adult. So for Fuyuki to do something so nice for him, on purpose, it made him feel awkward, but this bashful warmth seemed to spread through his chest.

 

Then he heard the other man's next words about his size, but more so the idea of him not getting enough homecooked meals. It hit something for him. His family wasn't always as warm as people sometimes imagined families. Maybe Kenshi had been denied as much affection and sweet gestures such as home cooking. Just when he was starting to have all these thoughts about Fuyuki different from when they first met, the other man had to say things like that. He suddenly was very aware of their contact and he adjusted himself so they were no longer in contact. "Right..." He looked downcast and sipped some soup. "... a scrawny virgin." He mumbled the last part to himself, thinking it was clear that Fuyuki had no sincere interest in him. "Thanks," he said, handing back parts of the bento he'd eaten some of. "It was very delicious. I think I'm ready to lay down now." He paused nervously, still aware of their earlier moment, despite how he was feeling rejected and picked on now. "You'll be coming in soon too?" He wasn't sure how sharing a tent with Fuyuki would work with how pent up he was suddenly feeling.

[fruity]

Fuyuki had fully expected Kenshi to fight or tease back, but instead, the other male looked down. He mentally berated himself for causing that kind of face. Apparently he could always hit the wrong button of the other male. His ears caught what Kenshi was mumbling, and he finally realized that what happened earlier could have affected Kenshi more than he expected.

 

Suddenly the way Kenshi acted afterwards clicked to him, and Fuyuki fought the blush. He didn't even know why he felt like blushing. And Kenshi's question didn't help either. The tone, the expression, the wordings.

 

"...Is that an invitation?" he finally asked. "Because if you don't deny it, I'll..."

 

He'd what? Fuyuki gripped on his box.

 

"...I'll be coming right in."

[SapphireD910]

Kenshi pouted with Fuyuki's oddly paced statement. "Why... why would I invite you in? So you can put hands on me and rough me up again?" The question sounded more angry and mean in his head, but it sounded almost dirty now. "I don't need you jerking me around." Now he was blushing and moved to the tent. Shit!

 

"It's your tent anyway, why would you need an invite?" He dropped to his knees and unzipped the tent, turning on a flashlight to see inside. He bent forward to where his butt was the main thing sticking out. "Do whatever you want," he grumbled over his shoulder, "you already do anyway." He shuddered really thinking about that statement. "I wont stop you. Just wanted to make it clear if you were coming inside me... with me."

 

Kenshi could kick himself for the words coming out of his mouth in such a mess. He had to be beet red by now, but hoped the flashlight pointed away and being further from the fire made it hard to see him. He crawled inside the tent, kicking his boots off outside and dusting them off, before setting them in the corner. "I'll leave plenty of room." He grumbled a bit. "Being small and all."

[fruity]

What was the plan again? Right, finishing the meal, going to the set up, gathering data, sleeping, then going home. Hopefully without any accidents until morning.

 

Fuyuki grumbled, staring at Kenshi whining about every single thing. But every word came out provoking Fuyuki, and that last slip of tongue was his final limit. He closed the box properly, making sure that everything wasn't in danger of being toppled down before making long strides towards the tent. The campfire behind him made Fuyuki appear slightly larger as he loomed over the entrance.

 

Fuyuki kicked out his shoes in two smooth movements as he entered the tent. The mattress had been put on nicely as well. His eyes gleamed. "Those sound more like a wishlist than actual complaints," he said, knees in as he put both arms beside Kenshi's head, effectively trapped the other below him. "What's the first things, again? Right, hands on and rough up," he grunted, stealing a kiss from the unassuming male below. Surely Kenshi didn't think that Fuyuki would let go of a challenge so easily, right? He wanted to egg on the other more, but kissing Kenshi took priority. It felt so good how pliant the other was, and Fuyuki liked tasting his food there. Tongue probing for entrance, he quickly tasted everything, rubbing the warm ceiling as his hand traveled towards Kenshi's sweater and roughed him up again.

 

Girls seemed to like being played at their nipples; he didn't know how Kenshi felt about that, but feeling directly the quickening heartbeat making Fuyuki lose his grip to reality for a bit. Feeling satisfied, he narrowed his eyes, hovering above and trying to see a reaction. "I remember the second part involves jerking," he said, fingers tugged on the hem of Kenshi's trousers.

[SapphireD910]

The smaller of the two had crawled into the tent, about to change, having undone the button of his jeans, but he heard rather forceful steps in his direction. Dammit! Is this guy really going to start a fight with me out here, right before bed? He let out a startled sound when he saw the shadow Fuyuki was casting, back-lit by the campfire.

 

It felt like it was happening all at once as the larger man came down over him and with a snide remark he felt lips snatching his once more. No! He can't do this to me again! His thoughts were frustrated and angry, but his body felt instantly triggered back to before with a different frustration. Fuyuki's tongue seemed to be tracing his entire mouth, provoking a deep moan from him.

 

He heard himself making desperate and weak whimpers and moans as those hands traveled over his body once more, diving under his sweater. They were slightly chilly from the cool air outside, causing his skin to prickle and hips to squirm. He gasped for air when Fuyuki pulled back, cat-like eyes staring down at him. His brain was a blur until the word "jerking" seemed to ring in his ears and he felt fingers at the hem of his pants.

 

His body felt on fire, which he could say, even having just sat by one. He was hot, scared, and something about it all caused him to ache and beg to escape or maybe find some sweet death if things continued. His eyes were wet and heavy, chest heaving, looking up at the other man. "Do it." His cheeks were colored with shame, but he was tired of waiting and he couldn't take this back and forth with Fuyuki anymore.

[fruity]

Kenshi didn't seem to resist. Fuyuki's ears felt so hot as he was drowning in those moans and whimpers, trying to make sense of this situation. He couldn't. He had taken the challenge as a permission and went down a mile with it.

 

And even more, his evil mind whispered, and Fuyuki complied. It was really easy to slip into Kenshi's jeans after, them being unbuttoned. He didn't know if it was just his imagination, but the skin shuddered as he revealed Kenshi's member.

 

Fuyuki saw the pained expression in Kenshi's face. "We're both guys, here. What are you ashamed of?" he asked, even though he knew that what they were doing was the exact definition of things to get shy about. Instead of being turned off, he looked at how different Kenshi was from him, and started imagining the things he could do to make it reach full hardness.

 

"Let's try something else," he murmured, unbuttoning his own jeans and let it slide down, revealing the stiffening member. The first aid kit had been within reach inside the tent, he unzipped the small bag and grabbed the vaseline gel. Scooping generously, he rubbed the substance all over his palm and sat in front of Kenshi. "I've never jerked off together before," he said, as if that wasn't obvious. "For someone so pretty, you have nice shape there," he complied, only half recognized that he finally complimented Kenshi the way he had been thinking the whole day.

[SapphireD910]

He was startled by Fuyuki's voice in such a heated moment, his erection so easily gripped and exposed by the other man. Kenshi quivered slightly, having never been touched in such a way until Fuyuki. When they'd met he'd never thought Fuyuki would lead them to this situation. He didn't care what the other said about them both being guys, he was so embarrassed and so excited. In fact it seemed he was so embarrassed for so quickly being turned on again. "Just because we're both guys doesn't change how... new this is."

 

He leaned up on his elbows as he watched Fuyuki so casually take down his own pants. Kenshi swallowed taking in the lewd view, from Fuyuki's flat stomach, bare hip bones, curving down to his member. He suddenly felt like a hormonal teen living out a dirty camping fantasy. This was probably the first erection he'd seen in person other than his own. Yeah, guys got naked and got to see each other naked a number of times growing up. But this was the first time Kenshi could think of where he saw another erect cock that wasn't in some video. It hovered, just barely standing up straight, almost pointed directly at him. The darker color, especially at the tip made his own twitch with growing arousal.

 

He blushed but kept looking at Fuyuki as he spread the greasy substance over his length, leaving it smooth and shiny looking. If he didn't know any better, Fuyuki seemed more ready and eager than a guy fooling around with another guy for the first time. Then again, if he was the first guy Fuyuki ever touched like this, that actually made him a little happy.

 

He leaned over taking a bit of the substance himself and felt his hand naturally slip to grip himself, spreading it over. Kenshi's nerves were going crazy. Touching himself had never felt this good before, while his eyes were locked on the other male's body. "It's no surprise I'd want to watch an attractive guy like you," he said through heavy breaths, trying to quickly sweep past the compliment he was giving in return. "But why would you want to watch me? I thought you only liked girls." Despite his question and waiting on Fuyuki's answer, Kenshi began working his hand around his cock, eyes darting between Fuyuki's cock and handsome face. His other hand went under his sweater, teasing his own chest, which paled compared to someone else's touch.

[fruity]

Fuyuki whistled as he saw the blush on Kenshi's face. "Liking what you see, huh?" he said, fanning his ego more. It was hard not to, especially when Kenshi even tried to give him a praise. The mountain air was cold but he didn't feel a thing. Was it from their exchanged breaths. Or was it the heat under his skin?

 

Scooting closer, he took Kenshi's hand off from his glistening cock and making it grasp both of their cocks at the same time, grimacing from holding back a moan. "Heh. I never said I'd just watch," he said, smirking. Girls... Right, it hadn't been that long since he got laid, and his life wasn't addicted to sex. So why did he glance all over Kenshi's white limbs like he was hungry? Licking his lips, Fuyuki brought his non-working hand to tug on Kenshi's dark hair, exposing the pale neck for all his enjoyment. He didn't miss the chance, suckling and making small bites everytime he had the urge to moan from how good Kenshi's hand and cock moved against his, which was very often. This wasn't like two teenagers jerking off with each other. This was him wanting to see Kenshi being undone. Wanting to be the one doing it. Their fights, hidden praises, the reluctant date, and how they acted around each other had been some sort of a weird foreplay for Fuyuki. And seeing at Kenshi right now, he'd bet his pennies that the pretty one here felt something similar.

 

"Damn, if only I brought condom..." he murmured, palm searing heat as he grabbed Kenshi's ass. If Kenshi's hand felt this good, how would anal sex felt like? "You must be tight..." Fuyuki said absentmindedly as he was getting delirious from the pleasure. "Shit, don't stop now... I'm close."

[SapphireD910]

Kenshi shot a pout towards the taller man. What an ego he had, but Kenshi couldn't deny that he did in fact enjoy what he saw. He'd never thought Fuyuki was unattractive, just a complete asshole. But apparently that meant nothing when both found themselves horny and alone. The other man had practically worked him up for this, and he started to question if he'd even planned to work for this outing at all, given his treatment of Kenshi all evening.

 

He let out a cry of both complete shock and sudden pleasure when Fuyuki swapped their hands. His words didn't fully answer his question, but as he moved he quickly dismissed Kenshi's need for one. He suddenly felt the heat and girth of Fuyuki's member against his palm. He felt anxious and aroused holding it, mixed in with the fear and thrill of having Fuyuki's hand on him. Their motions seemed to find a rhythm naturally, between the rocking of their hips and stroking of their hands. He hitched his sweater up high, feeling his nipples perk as one hand still grazed them.

 

Fuyuki was reletively quiet, but Kenshi couldn't hold back his cries, especially feeling his hair tugged back and a mouth at his throat. He could hear himself whimpering and groaning in what sounded like light torture. He could tell the other male was marking him up. The abuse to the skin of his throat felt too good, now he could see why people got hickies and other marks. If they always felt this good to get it would be hard to not just have a bruised neck all the time. "Ahh... Fu-yuki! Nngh!" His other hand gently teased his own nipple before clasping Fuyuki's head desperately.

 

Kenshi tried to pump harder on the cock in his hand, running his thumb over the frenulum and head with special attention to the sensitive glands and wetness seeping out. He cringed when Fuyuki mumured something about wanting a condom. No way he'd had thought something like this would happen to have any and neither did Fuyuki. So maybe Fuyuiki didn't just have this planned the whole time. That only aroused him more how sudden this actually was. He then heard the other groan at how tight he must be inside. "Aahh!" Kenshi cried out feeling his ass grabbed and his body twitched just thinking of someone entering him the first time.

 

He thought about teasing Fuyuki as payback for all his teasing, telling him how he knew from playing with himself how tight he was, but he resisted, head too jumbled right now to form coherent words anyway. And would he actually want Fuyuki inside him? His body in this heated moment immediately screamed yes at him. "Me too!" His hand around Fuyuki's neck pulled his head to have their mouths meet, opening up to let his tongue in. His hips started to buck and time with his pumps, and he couldn't recall the last time he wanted something so badly. "Please!"