Title: ease
Rating: E
Fandom: Togainu no Chi
Relationship: Akira/Yukihito
Wordcount: 1004
Short summary: Yukihito surprises Akira, joining him in the shower to take care of him.
“Yukihito, why are you…” Here, in the shower too?
It feels like Yukihito had suddenly, in the one second that Akira had his eyes closed, slipped his way into the shower. The shower that Akira is currently using to try to wash away the smells and the exhaustion from his long shift at his restaurant job. Yukihito, meanwhile, should be getting ready to leave for his bartending shift. Obviously there is nothing wrong with being in the shower together; this isn’t the first time they’ve been naked together either. It’s just…unexpected.
“Let me.”
The way that Yukihito’s voice warms Akira’s left ear, the way the sponge coated with body wash tickles Akira’s back…
“Yuki…ah…” Akira can’t help but let out a moan as Yukihito’s left hand presses hard against Akira’s left flank, holding him so steady, so firmly. He normally dislikes it when people grab him, but only Yukihito…only in these kind of moments…
“Relax.”
Akira wants to relax, but how can he, when Yukihito is touching him like this? Technically Yukihito is washing Akira’s back with a sponge, but Yukihito’s closeness is almost like being touched by his body, making Akira burn up inside with heat. It feels counter to the point of taking a shower, unless…
“Want me to wash your front too?” Yukijito doesn’t even bother to wait for Akira to answer before moving the sponge around and using it to brush over Akira’s nipples. “Feels good, right?”
“Yuki…hito…” Akira closes his eyes, shutting down his sight. He doesn’t need that right now. He’s feeling a mixture of embarrassment and pleasure. Because they haven’t done it like this before. They usually lie facing each other on the bed, not having one support the other from behind… Akira isn’t sure what Yukihito read from his body language to think they should be doing this today without much easing in, but he rather not think too much about that. Instead he rather simply revel in these pleasant feelings...
“I can help down there too.” Yukihito chuckles as the sponge moves lower until it presses against Akira’s cock. “It’s been a while.”
“Nngh…” Coherence is leaving Akira’s mind as blood rushes to his cock due to the movements of the sponge, his cock that is more than ready for Yukihito’s attention.
“You haven’t been doing it without me, right?” Yukihito teases, licking Akira’s ear playfully. “That’s why you’re so pent up.”
Akira scowls. Of course he hasn’t been doing it. He got so used to Yukihito…Yukihito’s pace…he didn’t think he needed to…
“Ah…Yuki…” He’s too flustered to say more than the first half of Yukihito’s name before losing to a moan as the sponge Yukihito handles rubs the base of his cock.
Yukihito chuckles. “Let go, Akira.”
Yukihito drops the sponge, replacing its presence over Akira’s cock with his hand. Akira’s cock likes that very much, the rougher and firmer touch, the increased friction and heat. Just a few strokes and Akira’s whole body is already sinking backwards into Yukihito’s warmth. Akira doesn’t bother to hide his moans like he normally would try to do or hold up his body weight. Yukihito had asked him to let go after all, and…
“Ah…ngh…” He’s not going to manage to speak words or sentences.
Akira doesn’t keep track of how many strokes, how long or how fast. It just feels better and better, the more Yukihito strokes his cock, the more Yukihito grunts into his ear, the more Yukihito’s cock rubs against his ass. After all, if Yukihito is shamelessly rubbing up against him, then there’s nothing to feel guilty about. Yukihito may be using his hand to make Akira feel good, but in return he is using Akira’s body to make himself feel good. This is very much mutually beneficial…
“Come on, Akira.”
Akira’s cock must be leaking by now, but with the water still coming out steadily from the showerhead, every bit is washed away before it can accumulate. Yukihito’s right hand continues to work up and down Akira’s cock, while his left hand has started to creep upward, now pressing against Akira’s abs. Akira feels completely nestled up against Yukihito. Any buck of his hips goes straight back against Yukihito’s crotch. Any jerk of his upper body goes straight back against Yukihito’s chest. He feels completely safe to…
“Yuki!”
Come in Yukihito’s hand, coating it liberally with white. Although a few moments later, it’s all down in the shower drain.
“Yukihito…” Akira makes an attempt to turn around, with the intention of using his hand to return the favor and bring Yukihito to come too, but Yukihito’s hands do not let up.
“Just stay there.”
“But…”
Yukihito slides back slightly, breaking the flush contact between Akira’s backside and his front. Akira feels a pang of disappointment that it seems over already, without Yukihito coming, even though Akira hadn’t meant to be in the shower for so long, even if he had no intention of any of this when he had stepped in earlier… But then Yukihito presses a light kiss between Akira’s shoulder blades.
“Go ahead and get dressed. Wouldn’t want you to prune.”
“But…” Akira can finally turn around, only for Yukihito to push him gently away.
“And I have to finish up and head to work soon.” Yukihito smiles. “If you stay I might be tempted to do more than…”
Akira steps back, cheeks flushing. Now the embarrassment of being so pent up Yukihito needed to jerk him off in the shower is taking over again. If doing more…like getting sucked off or pressed up against the tiles to be fucked…all of which would be new and even more embarrassing for Akira…leads to Yukihito being late to work… Akira would probably never be able to show his face outside again, especially not to Touya…
But… As he exits the shower, faces away from it and dries his body off with a towel, he thinks to himself… Maybe, when they have more time, they could ease into those activities in the future…?