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Guns and Roses [AU: Yusuke X Kurama]

Relax, he said. Well it was hard when he couldn't see what was going on and was just left waiting to find out what was just going to happen. It wasn't like he didn't trust Kurama, it was just that he was a little anxious about the position he'd been placed in with what he was pretty sure he was about to do. And when that tongue laved over puckered ring, what he was sure he was about to do. It had been overly intense for him the last time he'd done it and now he was stuck in what felt like a way more compromising position for it this time. This gave cause for a light whimper to fall from his chest as he pressed his cheek back down into the mattress and pinched his eyes shut against what he thought would be an immediate onslaught.

What he got instead had the tension in his back loosening and a light groan bubbling in his chest. The invasion of the slick muscle had his cock throbbing but didn't put him into the frenzy he was remembering from before. It traced over his insides and it felt so damn good. He was surprised enough by the building pleasure to give off a soft, "fuck," as he did his best just to relax into the feeling despite his body's slight need to shift here and there.
 
As praise for his compliance, Kurama released a muscular cheek from his hold to instead pet over Yusuke's inner thigh. While he spread the other cheek farther in order to delve his tongue in deeper, the fox lightly wrapped his long finger around the throbbing length. He offered it slow strokes, flicking his wrist at the peak of each to give the swollen glands a good rub. The movements of his hand were just as good as before, if not better, but he kept his hold light and sort of satisfying.

Kurama flattened his tongue to spread the small hole that much more, and mimicked the motions of his hand; rubbing up and down over Yusuke's prostate with little force, then rolled the tip of his tongue around that sensitive spot as his palm lightly rubbed over the head. He was going to show his boyfriend what it truly meant to be 'fucked.' As Yusuke would crudely put it.
 
Lithe fingers sliding over his inner thigh had him quivering in anticipation, and groaning out his appreciation lightly as they wrapped around his length. The further invasion took his breath down to soft panting huffs as that hand started working at pulsing flesh. He closed his eyes and rested his chest against the mattress through his best attempt to relax into the light euphoria he was being provided, kneading lightly at the blanket under his own fingers just for something to do in order to keep himself from pulling away and pressing for more.

Something that was getting harder to do by the moment even when the attention to his prostate had him gasping lightly and pressing the side of his face harder against the bed in a slight coil for the spine tingling pleasure that rolled through him as it was paid attention. Partly because even though the attention was delicious, it was light and felt almost taunting. But mostly because part of it was being pulled away so shortly after being offered, which only made it feel moreso whether that was the case or not.

A frustrated whine bubbled from his chest. But he managed to keep himself in check in staying in place. Still, he couldn't stop himself from making the light complaint in the form of a pouted out, "Shuichi..."

Although, to be perfectly honest, he wasn't exactly sure which part of this he was asking to fix at the moment. He was simply frustrated.
 
A light chuckle vibrated his tongue as Kurama pulled it free. He took a moment to wipe his chin with the back of his clean hand. "I know, Yusuke," he offered in an amused, but soothing tone. "Wait for me just a bit longer." The fox picked up the discarded lube, and had to release the detective's hard-on in order to unscrew the cap.

The slick, lightly scented oil was liberally poured down the crack of Yusuke's ass. He caught some in his left hand before again taking hold of his boyfriend's shaft. He didn't bother screwing the cap back on. He simply reached over to place it on the side table before keeling upright and running his fingers over the puckered hole. "If it helps. Think of this as a learning experiance," he offered in a playful purr.
 
Kurama pulled away and that made him want to whine even more. He didn't this time. Mostly because the other was speaking and he didn't want to miss what he said. It wasn't an instruction on his plan though. It was an attempt to placate him.

It might not have worked as well if he wasn't distracted by the odd sensation of the oil being drained on him in that way. He couldn't see what was going on and even though it had a light smell he was still reminded of Shuichi's tendency to leak as he sat over him like that. The thought had him shivering all over again. That, and the grip that was retaken on him and skilled fingers teasing at an entry made him lose his sight completely, his eyes fluttering shut and an uneven breath escaping his chest as he visibly calmed at the advice.

"Yeah..." Although he did tense a bit in anticipation of what would come next. He squeezed at the edge pillow that had found his grasp through that need of his to fidget. He doubted thinking of it like that would help, but he was damn willing to try it out. After all, Yusuke might be getting better at this every minute, but Kurama was still the one who knew how to do it all.
 
"That's it," he soothed, his left hand taking a slightly firmer grip on his lover's shaft to offer slick, satisfying strokes. Kurama placed his middle finger against the tight entrance and rubbed small circles over it in an attempt to loosen the muscles. "Relax," he ordered again in a low, husky tone, before oh so gently working his finger inside. It was hot and tight, and he gently pulled and pushed the digit in and out to work in the oil. His own erection pulsed in want, begging to at least be set free, but he ignored it for now. The wait would be well worth it.

Once he was satisfied with the internal lubrication, Kurama set to work. He curled his finger slowly, dragging the tip along the spongy tissue in slow, deliberate thrusts until he found what he was looking for. He rubbed small circles around Yusuke's prostate, not yet giving it direct stimulation, but enticing it with the promise.
 
Fuck this felt good, and Shuichi's deep coos were calming enough. He liked that tone in his voice. If the lack of breath and little noises escaping him didnt say as much, the squirms the treatment pulled through his body as he forced himself to stay in place sure did.

The only problem was he was anticipating the next part. He had liked how Kurama had treated him when they'd done it this way before, but he wasn't going to argue against wanting to treat him even more. It was only fair. Yusuke had had plenty of opportunity to do so himself.

But the anticipation was too high. With a little whine, he offered up a small appology. "I'm sorry," he huffed out pathetically. "I ain't patient enough." He was pretty sure they both knew this by now.

That wasn't the main problem though. And he peeked up over his shoulder from the corner of his eye despite how little good it did to help him see better. "I can't help it though," he added with a light frown that couldn't remain on his lips for long with the expert petting he was receiving. "I just want you inside me already." That frustrated, pathetic groan from before bubbled back to the surface.

"I can't stand it. I need it." He burried his face into that pillow he'd discovered to keep himself from complaining more. But mostly to hide the heavy blush that formed as his own words hit him a little too long after they'd desperately spilled out for comfort.
 
The shiver Yusuke's pleading sent through his body settled in his groin, and Kurama couldn't stop the groan the rumbled passed his throat. "Yusuke," he puffed. It was meant to be playfully scolding, but instead it was hot and husky. He slid in a second finger as he fought with himself, stretching them apart as well as he could while offering a gentle massage to the younger teen's balls. He wanted to keep going, to at least get three fingers inside of him the way Yusuke had managed for him, but that begging voice was maddening.

Kurama pulled his hands away with a bit of a huff at himself for his own lack of patience. "Alright, hold on just a moment more," he answered, fumbling with his pants before pushing them and his boxer briefs down over his hips. He didn't even take the time to pull them all the way off, just left them down at his thighs in a need to touch Yusuke once more.

With his left hand gripping his partner's hip, Kurama grasped his own throbbing erection with his right to position himself at the slick hole. Gently, he told himself, because he was far to tempted to thrust himself in to the hilt without preamble, but Yusuke wasn't even fully prepared, doing so could cause not just discomfort, but possibly damage. "Breathe," he ordered, waiting for Yusuke to take in a breath and exhale before gradually pushing the head of his shaft into that tight entrance. "Ah~" he tried to hold back the sweet moan, but it slid passed his lips anyway as he inched his way in carefully.
 
Kurama was attempting to scold him. He could hear it. But he couldn't focus on it. Not when he was suddenly more full and being paid more attention. A soft gasp was pulled into his lungs purely in reaction, and came back out stuttered. He was getting what he asked for. He wasn't quite ready for it physically but somehow that just made it better. He pulled himself up onto his forarms through a need to support himself better as a low groan permeated his lungs as those fingers began stretching him out.

It dwindled into a soft whine as they were suddenly taken away, but he barely had the breath to support the noise, so the redheads words were perfectly clear. And the sound of rustling cloth was almost piercing. A sudden wave of anxiety as he remembered the pain he'd been in the last time washed through him. And it only made him more excited.

Then he felt it, and he was given an instruction that he blindly obeyed. Where his breath had been quick and shallow a few moments before, he now took a heavy breath in an attempt to settle himself that only barely worked. He reached out with his right hand and it slapped onto the headboard. He hadn't put himself in an awkward position like on the island, but he still felt like he needed the support to stay up. And he needed to stay up.

And Kurama was pushing in. A soft cry fell out of him but he was having trouble wrapping his mind around why that was. The pain of the entry mixed with the relief and pleasure of the slow stretching filling and he became completely overwhelmed by the feeling.

Tears sprung to his eyes and he leaned heavier against his forearm and the headboard. "Fuck.... Fuck," he gasped out. Even if he could open tightly clenched eyes at the moment he wouldn't have been able to see. He convulsed around the invading cock and whined far to prettily for his normal vocal range as the image of himself absolutely devouring it as it sunk in playing across the back of his eyelids sent him reeling.

He hadn't been exaggerating when he'd said he needed it. And as Shuichi, inch by inch, gave him what he needed, he absolutely broke down.The pain was gone in a matter of moments, replaced entirely by roaring pleasure with each bit of stinging movement inside him. He whined his lover's name so prettily, moaning soft curses for each breath he took in, and soft pleads were sprinkled in between some of those.

He was certainly getting what he needed, but in the back of his mind he knew what he wanted more. And he was blindly goading his foxy partner to give it to him.
 
It had to be painful, there was no getting around that. Yusuke's body was no where near experienced enough to handle him with out preparation, and a small part of the fox felt a pang of guilt that was quickly washed away by his partner's sounds. In spite of the clear pain, Yusuke was absolutely loving it. And that just furthered the conclusion that he was into pain. Yusuke was a bit of a masochist, which, in hindsight, made perfect sense. The teen loved a good punch to the face, as his battle with Jin had proven.

Once halfway in, Kurama grasped both of Yusuke's hips in a tight grip to help him ease himself in the rest of the way. "Yusuke," he hissed through clenched teeth. The amazingly miserable squeezing around his shaft was driving him mad enough, but the cries and moans that demanded more were driving him completely insane. But he refused outright. "Calm down," he demanded as he eased himself in the rest of the way, his cock buried in to the hilt, but he didn't move just yet. Hurting Yusuke? He seemed to enjoy it, so that was fine, but he absolutely refused to harm his partner.

The fox bent over to place soothing kisses over the back of Yusuke's neck and run his left hand over his sweaty chest. "I'll give you everything you want and more in due time," he promised, giving the detective's nipple a pinching tweak. "It feels so good inside of you. You're squeezing me so tightly. Is it painful?"
 
Shuichi was fully seated and Yusuke was trembling like a fucking leaf. Though it was more small fits that came in quick bouts, each bout causing a small whimper to escape him.

kurama was attempting to calm him back down. The tone was enough to quiet him from the absolute ft he'd been having previously, and the touches gave him enough clarity to wonder why the Hell it felt so fucking good so fast this time. He also noticed he was very stuck in the position he'd put himself into. The little trembling waves practically had him locked in place.

He nodded softly, those tremors turning into a deep shiver for the compliment for a moment. He was on fire, and jumped lightly as the pinch gave him a small jolt of pleasure on top of the wave that was washing over him less frantically now. "Fucking..." He lost whatever words were going to come after in affirmation and had to try again. There might have even been a word or two before the curse he missed. But it wasn't because he was overwhelmed anymore. It was because the question hit him hard in the groin.

Or maybe it was the first attempt at answering that did. Not that it stopped him from doing it. "You feel so fucking good inside me Shuichi," he whined warmly. Then he got to the question. But he mostly just nodded lightly with a huffof "Yeah."

It did hurt. But God damn if that didn't feel good too. He felt himself get a bit hotter at the thought. What a stupid time to be embarrassed. He had better things to focus on. "S-sorry," he added as another trembling bout took him over and locked him up for several seconds again.

He knew what he had done. He knew he should feel bad for it too, but aside from the strained appology he couldn't feel too bad considering.
 
A low groan was released against the nape of Yusuke's neck, fluttering the short black hairs with the force of his hot breath. "Don't apologise to me," he offered with another quiet sound. It was getting harder to focus. Each time Yusuke tensed he squeezed around him, sending jolts of pleasure through his own body. "You're the one who will suffer for it later." With that, he eased himself back again, pulling himself nearly out of his partner gradually, until just the head was left inside of the tight heat. "Let me loosen you up a bit more," he soothed before rocking his hips forward, once again taking hold of himself. This time, however, he didn't push himself all the way in. Instead, he angled his hips and rocked them forward and back, pushing and rubbing against Yusuke's prostate with gentle force.
 
Another happy shudder rolled through him as hair was displaced by a warm breath, reminding if just how close they were. As the redhead repositioned himself, the sensation of cloth petting over his bare skin had another small tremble tightening him up. It only made it worse as the friction inside him came back as Shuchu began pulling away. A deep whine filtered out of pressed lips as he came very close to being empty again. But he managed a small nod of concent when he was told he'd be better prepared. He'd already begged for more. He couldn't bring himself to do it again.

Then again, he really didnt need to. "Oh fuck me," he gasped as his senses were assaulted all over again. At least this time it wasn't mund numbing, but he was still forced to lean nearly all of his weight against the hand geasping at the headboard, nuzzling heavily into its supporting arm for even more.

"Shuiiichiii," he whined out prettily with a bit more intent this time. The intent wasn't to entice, but to show appreciation. Nit that they sounded any differently. At least he could catch his breath juuuuust a little bit better right now.
 
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