sudden onset shyness

[behisstrength]

Who: Akechi Mitsuhide [wavesoakedlegs] and Chōsokabe Motochika [behisstrength]
Where: Aboard the Koumyou.
When: April 1st.
What: The horror of Opposite Day strikes again.
Warnings: See above!
Style: Action.
Status: Closed, but we'll open it upon request.


[The illusion that this morning is like any other morning lasts only as long as sleep holds Motochika in its throes. Stirring from his dreams before Mitsuhide is the first sign that normalcy has been washed aside, though the thought does not occur to him -- he's too busy noticing their boldly intimate position. Blushing, he snatches back his arm draped over Mitsuhide and, overcome by shyness, buries his face against Mitsuhide's shoulder. He wills his heartbeat to calm down but Mitsuhide's loveliness tempts his gaze out of modest aversion, and his blush deepens.

Motochika curls the covers around himself and bites his lip.]

Comments

[wavesoakedlegs]

[Phrased like that, Motochika is almost making a challenge. A somewhat tempting challenge at that, which surprises Mitsuhide if he's honest with himself. A tease is one thing, but that... well. Maybe they can try and test Motochika's patience next time?]

[Because the temptation of this new idea growing in Mitsuhide's head is not strong enough yet to eclipse his need to take Motochika into his mouth.]

[For now he looks up at Motochika for all of a moment, something of a sparkle in his eye, before drawing back both mouth and hand from the nipples. He shifts back a bit so he can go lower, but does not touch any tempting skin, instead curling his fingers into Motochika's fundoshi.]

I need a little help with this part... [He murmurs.]

[behisstrength]

[That brief meeting of their eyes makes fresh heat throb within Motochika. He wordlessly protests the loss of contact before Mitsuhide's intentions are made clear, at which point he raises his hips to give Mitsuhide the room to pull his fundoshi down his hips and thighs.]

There.

[wavesoakedlegs]

[Mitsuhide pulls them down in one swift motion; he could have easily done it slowly as one final tease, but he's quite eager to get back to touching skin rather than cloth. With the obstacle out of the way he curls his fingers around the now unveiled and tempting length before him and strokes every so lightly.]

Better.

[He says appreciatively, before leaning in and running his tongue along the crease of Motochika's thigh. Yes, this is very good indeed.]

[behisstrength]

[Motochika groans, flexing his fingers impatiently. The insistent ache of his desire is difficult to ignore; only Mitsuhide's mouth at the crease of his thigh prevents him from rocking into Mitsuhide's touch. His lover is so close to where Motochika wants -- needs -- him.]

Much better.

[The tension in his body and voice is of the good sort: that breathless moment before plummeting into the deep waters of intense pleasure. He knows how talented Mitsuhide's mouth is, and that only heightens his anticipation.]

[wavesoakedlegs]

[Mitsuhide only draws his hand away from the length he grasps when his tongue reaches its base. There really is not a single thought of teasing left in him now, and so the young samurai glances up at Motochika for one more brief moment and says, in a very heated manner:]

Pleasee hold my fringe back.

[He doesn't wait for any response, instead settling returning his mouth to the base of Motochika's erection and kissing it softly before dragging his tongue towards the tip.]

[behisstrength]

[Motochika groans in pleasure, arching his spine; his hands move to stroke his palms over Mitsuhide's cheekbones and up his lover's temple before he sweeps up Mitsuhide's fringe out of the way.

With Mitsuhide's fringe held back, Motochika's view is unobscured: he revels in the intimate sight, keeping his eyes open through sheer willpower. His erection strains beneath Mitsuhide's tongue.]

Exquisite.

[He breathes reverently.]

[wavesoakedlegs]

[Mitsuhide hears that word, noting it on one level before forgetting it for the moment. On his part there is no more time for words; left to Mitsuhide is action alone, and right now he revels in it.]

[When his tongue reaches the tip of Motochika's erection, Mitsuhide immediately parts his lips wide and and slides the head into his mouth.]

[It's tempting to immediately engulf all of it, but Mitsuhide knows himself better than that; he does not possess Motochika's frankly astounding level of natural skill with blowjobs. Better to do this in the way he knows he can best give pleasure, and so, to begin with, he closes his eyes and sucks lightly. Step-by-step, a build-up to the climax.]

[behisstrength]

[Motochika moans huskily, curling his fingers against Mitsuhide's scalp as a powerful tide of blissful sensation washes through him. Wonderful heat pools within him, gently strengthening with every light suck. Knowing that he won't be able to keep his eyes open much longer, he drinks in the erotic vision Mitsuhide makes with adoring, smouldering eyes: his lover's lips encircle his erection so perfectly, and Mitsuhide's expression is divinely beautiful, brimming with love.

He feels like the luckiest man alive.

Perhaps he is, because he knows Mitsuhide intends to give him much more.]