Title: first ride
Rating: E
Fandom: Togainu no Chi
Relationship: Akira/Yukihito
Wordcount: 3018
Short summary: There was a book on the dresser with images of various gay sex positions. Now it finally served as the guide for their first time trying this position...
There was a particular book on top of the dresser. It had no text or images on the cover, and no note of who wrote it or who it belonged to. Akira didn’t remember exactly when it appeared, so he wasn’t sure if Yukihito bought it or if Touya bought it for Yukihito. Regardless, he would never forget the content of the first page he flipped to. It wasn’t even the most striking of images in the book, nor the most intricate or most confusing. And at first glance Akira had only noticed the way the two men in the image were seemingly engaged in a passionate kiss. But as his eyes moved down the image, he noted the first man had his hands securely on the other man’s shoulders, while that man had his hands on the first man’s waist. The first man was securely “seated” on the other man’s lap…”seated” on the other man’s cock. It was at that moment, when Akira computed the image, that he realized that he was looking at a gay porn book, and soon learned that this position was called "riding". Which…while Akira and Yukihito had started touching each other more intimately over the past few weeks and Akira had learned the shape of Yukihito’s cock, they hadn’t… Akira honestly hadn’t imagined sexual acts beyond mutual masturbation. But neither the image…nor the book…caused shock. Rather it was a revelation. Ah, of course there were more ways to express desire and enjoy intimacy between two men than rubbing cocks together. The questions became 1) what did Yukihito want to do? 2) how the hell would he bring this topic up?
It was quiet inside the apartment that Yukihito and Akira shared, as it was midday and Yukihito was out on an errand. Akira stayed in because it was his turn to do laundry; they split and alternated chores as part of living together. However, collecting clothes for washing meant Akira would see the book.
By having the book sit on the dresser, did it mean Yukihito wanted Akira to look at it? To pick something out from it? Yukihito generally initiated their next steps in intimacy, which Akira had no problem with because… He just never cared about sex before, never felt more than shallow attraction for someone before. He suspected Yukihito also…based on how Touya teased him sometimes… Which was comforting somewhat, except… Was it not enough?
“Akira.”
Startled by Yukihito’s voice, Akira almost dropped all the clothes he had gathered onto the floor. Yukihito was back already? Akira must have lost track of time in his…procrastination. He took a deep breath and turned around carefully to face Yukihito, trying not to reveal what he had been thinking about before...
“Everything alright?” But Yukihito was frowning, likely concerned by Akira’s skittish reaction to his entrance. He took a step closer and Akira instinctively moved back, his elbow knocking into…
“Ah.” The book, the distracting book, was now on the floor, with a certain page flipped open. Akira stared at it, mostly because he didn’t want to lift his head and face Yukihito with reddened cheeks.
“So you know what it is.” Yukihito understood Akira's reaction as embarrassment and not surprise.
“Yeah.”
“Does it…” Yukihito cut himself off, perhaps feeling too awkward or needing a moment to compose his thoughts properly, but Akira could guess what they might be. Does it bother you?
Akira turned around and faced Yukihito head-on. Yukihito's eyes were narrowed, his lips pressed tightly together. When Akira shook his head, he made sure Yukihito was watching. Because he wanted Yukihito to understand his feelings, even if he was struggling with words. Even if they were both struggling with words.
Yukihito cleared his throat. “If I were to…” He took a few steps forward, closing the distance between him and Akira, and snatched the clothes out of Akira’s hands. A moment later all of them had been tossed into a basket.
“…do that.”
“Do what?” Akira blinked in confusion. His gaze flitted briefly to the basket before returning to Yukihito's face. What was with that curl of Yukihito's lips? Was there some sexual act involving a basket that Akira should know about in the book?
Yukihito barked out a laugh. He pushed Akira to sit on the bed, and then a moment later, sat down on Akira's lap.
“How’s this?” Yukihito was grinning.
Always one to enjoy teasing Akira… Still, Akira hadn't recovered from the surprise of Yukihito being…on top? “You’re…”
But he wasn't allowed to ask his question before Yukihito's mouth captured his in a deep kiss, one that did not ask for Akira's attention but rather demanded it. His tongue swept all throughout Akira's mouth, taking stock, before withdrawing just as Akira was about to respond. A finger to his lips blocked Akira from chasing.
“It’ll be easier if I…” Yukihito shook his head, deciding not to finish that sentence, and then popped open the top button on his jeans. “You don’t have to move.”
“But…” Akira felt like he was consistently one step behind. Was he supposed to sit still and let Yukihito do everything? It felt rather…unbalanced. And besides…
“I want to.”
“Now?” Akira had been in the middle of his chores. Wasn't this a bad time?
“We should fuck before you do the laundry.”
Akira moved his mouth but no words came out. He hadn't processed all this new information yet. Yes, Yukihito was generally the initiator, and he was older, and taller and broader. And this would be their first try at this position. But they didn't really talk about any of the logistics, though the fact they were both rather laconic didn't help…
“So?” Yukihito seemed a bit antsy but was clearly looking for Akira's consent. The level of…restraint out of respect for Akira…
“Okay.” Akira trusted Yukihito many times before and would trust him here too.
Yukihito smiled. “I need to grab stuff from the bathroom first. Be right back.”
Before Akira could ask why, Yukihito was off his lap and off to the bathroom, stepping out of his jeans and underwear along the way. Wait, what was in the bathroom? Or did Yukihito suddenly need to go before they… But his question was soon answered when Yukihito returned with a black plastic bag and took out a bottle of lube and a few packs with condoms. Oh, of course. Akira blushed, embarrassed at his naivete. One shouldn't just take another's cock inside without any…ah?
Yukihito had settled back onto Akira's lap and had popped open the button on Akira's jeans. Akira's cock jumped, ready for some attention.
“I want to know how it feels to ride you.” Yukihito smirked as he took Akira's cock out of his briefs and proceeded to rub both their cocks together with his left hand. “Before I ask for the same.”
Oh. Akira wasn't sure how to process this. It didn't help that Yukihito was proposing his idea while rubbing their cocks together at a constant, distracting pace. But the idea of Akira's cock inside of Yukihito's body was…
Whatever expression Akira was making caused Yukihito to laugh. “Unless you propose something else?”
Akira didn't trust his ability to express himself with words, so instead he leaned forward and kissed Yukihito to signal his agreement and his enthusiasm. Yukihito responded by shifting his position, his upper body closer to Akira's, so that Akira could have easy access to his mouth, although it didn't mean Akira could take much advantage of this, not when Yukihito was doing such a great job distracting Akira…
"Yuki…hito…"
"Hmm?"
"You need…to stop…before…" Before I come just from your hand.
Yukihito pulled his hand off Akira's cock. "Sorry." He flashed a sheepish smile as he tossed over the small bottle of lube and one of the condom packages. "Put that on and coat yourself, while I open myself up."
Akira understood that he should put the condom on first then lube. What he didn't understand was what Yukihito meant by opening himself up. Yukihito had shifted up so he was kneeling instead of seated on Akira's lap, and, wait, Yukihito's finger was going into…his asshole? "You're going to…"
Yukihito laughed. "Well, you can help later." The mirth faded once the finger was inserted, replaced with an expression of exertion. "Nngh…!"
"Yukihito…" Akira wasn't sure if Yukihito was experiencing pain, discomfort, or both. It certainly didn't look like pleasure. But Yukihito kept going, so it must be the right way to do it. And if Yukihito was going to ask Akira to do this…
"It's…my first time…so…" Yukihito's words were punctuated by grunts until a sudden loud moan escaped, surprising them both.
"Yukihito?"
Yukihito chuckled. "I guess that's the sweet spot."
Mollified for now that Yukihito's fingering was going well, Akira took a look at the condom package before opening it up carefully. Hmm, he should… Just hearing Yukihito moaning had kept his cock erect enough, so all he had to do was…slowly… He knew things wouldn't just end if he messed up putting the condom on, since they've both touched each other's cum when getting the other off in the past. But getting cum inside…there…was probably more of a pain…
"Need help?"
Akira looked up at Yukihito who now had two fingers deep inside his ass and almost barked out a laugh at the difference in their situations. One person being so careful while the other one just plunging straight ahead…
"I'm okay. It's my first too." Akira couldn't help but blush a little even if he was parroting Yukihito's words. His task wasn't even difficult in comparison. He just…cared to do it right for Yukihito's sake.
Perhaps Yukihito already knew that, which was why he didn't tease Akira for being slow. Instead he seemed to just be watching and waiting patiently as Akira finally rolled the condom down. Oh good, it fit well. Wait, did that mean his cock was average size or…large? According to the package label? That meant Yukihito, when buying this, knew Akira's size well enough to choose… Akira looked at Yukihito's cock, standing at half-mast, and wondered… Same size? Different size? He glanced up at Yukihito only to find him looking back with an amused expression.
"Ready?" Yukihito simply asked as he wrapped his left hand around Akira's condom-covered cock and squeezed. Akira felt a jolt from his cock up to his brain. He was still so sensitive to Yukihito's touch even with the rubber material on. How would it compare, being enveloped by Yukihito's hand versus inside his ass… Akira really wanted to know.
So he nodded, and Yukihito, with hands planted on Akira's shoulders, finally lowered himself onto Akira's cock. The strain reappeared on his face but Yukihito was determined to push through the discomfort so Akira kept quiet, tried to relax and let Yukihito dictate everything. Slowly Yukihito took in Akira's cock, bit by bit; the sight of it disappearing inside of Yukihito was… Akira couldn't help but gasp softly as Yukihito reached halfway down...and paused.
"That was…" Yukihito seemed to debate if he should try to take more of Akira's cock inside or withdraw. After a moment, he lifted himself upwards. "I'll do that again."
Akira exhaled and tried to stay still as Yukihito lowered his body once more. It felt…faster? Smoother? Yukihito let out a deep groan and it felt like with that he took even more of Akira's cock inside, up to the hilt? Yes, he can barely see any of his own cock outside of Yukihito's body, and the thought they were joined so deeply made Akira flush with many emotions…
"That's right." Yukihito seemed pleased that he reached this position. "It feels good?"
Akira nodded. Of course it felt good; how could it not feel good to be so deep inside of Yukihito? Yukihito already knew how Akira experienced sexual desire. It was not always easy to awaken but once it did awaken, it was eager to be satisfied… He met Yukihito's gaze with no shame, letting his desire show clearly in his eyes, before remembering that in the illustration, that illustration that likely started this all, the two men were kissing. Akira put his hands on Yukihito's waist, to angle Yukihito closer, and leaned in to kiss Yukihito. Picture complete.
Yukihito chuckled once the kiss ended. "You remembered." His eyes were full of mirth but there was an obvious undertone of happiness.
It was only a short pause, though, because Yukihito started riding Akira's cock up and down at an increasing pace. Soon he was practically bouncing on Akira's cock. Akira tried to keep their mouths close, but they didn't engage in any proper kissing. Rather it was sloppy sliding of mouth against mouth while they moaned and grunted. Yukihito still controlled the pace and the angle at which Akira's cock penetrated inside his body, but Akira felt no need to do anything, even if he wasn't being overwhelmed by the sensations. His cock certainly loved the atention it was receiving, swelling even more until Akira tried, really tried, to warn that he was going to come but Yukihito, lost in his own haze or deliberately ignoring Akira's cues, kept his rough and rapid pace until Akira shouted and came.
"Ahhhhhh!"
A rather generous amount of cum spilled inside the condom, making Akira feel a bit gross, and the grimace that crossed his face was rather unfortunate, but Yukihito thankfully pulled off and let Akira pull off his filled condom. Not that cum wasn't kind of…unfortunately slimy and such in other situations. But it was certainly nice to get that off so he could enjoy his post orgasm bliss…
Wait, did he forget something? Akira blinked and looked over at Yukihito who laughed at him.
"Feel good?"
Laughed at Akira even though his own cock was still hard. Akira frowned. "But you haven't come yet."
Yukihito shrugged. "You know it always takes me longer because—"
"You need to come, Yukihito." Akira interrupted, even knowing that Yukihito's past trauma made it harder for his body to feel pleasure, to get release. Because, to Akira, that meant that it was more important to give that to Yukihito, so he too could reap the benefits. The question right now was how did he want to get Yukihito to come? With his hand? His mouth? Should he open another condom package and…
Yukihito, to Akira's surprise, pushed the condom packages away. "Just lube your cock up. No condom." Akira blinked. "If I'm going to come, I want to come on your cock."
"Yukihito…" Was riding cock that…good? Was it not going to be a problem if Akira comes for a second time, but without a condom, inside of Yukihito? Akira wondered but didn't ask as he lubed up his cock with haste. He didn't care that Yukihito was probably watching him once again in amusement; he wanted to do a good job until…
"Good enough." Yukihito pushed Akira's hand away. "I'm going to ride you some more."
There was no prelude, no slow start. This time Yukihito rode Akira's cock with only an eye for his own pleasure. Even so, Akira felt his own cock responding, swelling from the friction of rubbing Yukihito's insides. From Yukihito's loud moaning, Akira guessed Yukihito was managing to use Akira's cock to hit his sweet spot each time. How much more…how much more did Yukihito need? Because Akira felt like he could come again soon, and if nothing else, he would like to come simultaneously with Yukihito, if not later…
"Akira, I'm close!"
Akira just needed to hold on. He could practice some self-control. He needed to keep his cock hard but not burst. Besides, there was a certain, possibly masochistic, pleasure in staying in this almost state until…
"Coming!"
"Yuki—"
"Ahhhhh!"
With a loud moan, Yukihito finally came, his cum streaking over Akira's T-shirt. The clenching of Yukihito's insides around Akira's cock broke Akira's control as he too came, but at least this time, since it was his second orgasm in a short period, it was not accompanied by much cum. After a moment, Yukihito pulled off Akira's cock and they shared a laugh. This was just…messy all around. Cum on clothes, cum on bodies, and lube, which was useful but also something that Akira didn't want to feel all over his cock and such now that they were done fucking. At least he thought they were done?
Yukihito laughed before pressing a light kiss to Akira's mouth. "I think we should shower before you do laundry."
He stripped off his T-shirt and then made a move to hop to his feet, only to tilt a bit dangerously to the side. Akira scrambled to get on his feet, to serve as Yukihito's balance. Yukihito smiled wryly, obviously a bit embarrassed at his unsteadiness, but Akira just held onto Yukihito tighter. After all, Akira's cock was the cause of…
They made it into the shower after a minute. It seemed that Yukihito's bout of unsteadiness was only temporary and more due to his post-orgasmic haze than any pain from the sex, which was a relief. Still, Akira helped Yukihito get in the shower first before stripping out of the rest of his clothes. When Akira got in, they did a bit more than kiss under the spray, mostly because Yukihito wanted to and successfully teased another orgasm out of Akira. Which delayed the laundry Akira was supposed to do even more, but that was… It was good. This was all good.
To think next time maybe they would switch positions… Before today, Akira was more curious and confused about the idea of riding cock. But after today, Akira was definitely interested. If Yukihito could find such pleasure from riding cock, perhaps he too…
Just not more tonight. They did need clean clothes for the next week of work shifts. But after that…