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Adult ++
Chapters:
17
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Discovered
A/N: Look, we're back and quicker than ever! XD Much hugs to bela (thank you for your constantly lovely reviews, my dear! Hope you like this one and how fast we updated) and Satsuriku (ohhh, I know! Schwaerze's 'liquid dark chocolate' line got to me too. Oh so yummy...*drools*)
Sorry this is so short but since we're both busy girls with lots to do I'm gonna post shorter updates at more frequent intervals so you don't have to wait as long for the next part. Enjoy!
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Part 13. Discovered.
Yazoo appreciated the support with a lazy blink and his body relaxing, letting Loz fuck him how he saw fit. He had absolutely no problems with giving up control; though he found it amusing to wield power every now and then to tease and amuse himself, he trusted his brother completely and he knew that Loz just wouldn´t do anything that would hurt him.
Their sparring might lead to the one or other injury sometimes, but this was different; this was a tender moment between them, and as Loz allowed him to enjoy it like that, Yazoo didn´t refuse the offer. He let himself be lifted and pushed down that hard rod that would jab his sensitive pleasure center in a constant, pleasant rhythm, sending jolts through his warm, slightly trembling body. Their breathing was ragged and the sounds of their slapping bodies delicious, but what was even more of a turn on was that look of rapture in Loz´ face... Yazoo tilted his head, leaning back a bit and letting his fingertips travel over his taut belly downwards to his leaking erection.
His lashes fluttered a bit and Yazoo licked his lips as he reached the moist, rosy tip, tracing it slowly with his forefinger, sighing at the contact. Soon enough his other fingers wrapped around the hard shaft again and the long haired remnant started to stroke himself again, locking eyes with Loz.
For being a virgin, his brother was rather skilled, Yazoo marvelled. A natural.
“And... is this how you imagined it to be?” he purred, stroking over Loz´ cheek with his free hand.
“Gods, no,” Loz answered in his much-lower baritone, nuzzling into Yazoo’s soft touch. “It’s way, way better. For starters, you ain’t my fist.”
Then he immediately froze and blushed a little, realising what he’d just revealed: that when he was alone, in private, he jacked off pretending to be doing this to Yazoo. Loz expected to be made fun of for this embarrassing snippet of information, but Yazoo didn’t tease him. In fact, he actually seemed pleased and flattered by it. Loz surely wouldn’t be the first person in the world to masturbate thinking of Yazoo’s incredibly hot ass and fucking the hell out of it but Loz wasn’t just any old perve on the street. He was Yazoo’s older brother, his protector, and really, he shouldn’t be having these kinds of thoughts about his younger sibling. Not that it mattered now, not when his dick was actually IN Yazoo’s ass.
He was just about to hurriedly explain that he didn’t jerk off /every/ night like some kind of sex-starved loser with nothing better to do but a repetitive sound coming from the bathroom floor interrupted him, Loz frowning and turning his head towards the noise, Yazoo automatically doing the same, his fingers pausing around his own erect maleness.
It was a phone ringing. Yazoo’s phone, to be precise. Loz knew that because his ring tone was different, Yazoo’s more like musical bells than blaring trumpets, as Loz’s was. There were only two people on the entire planet who had Yazoo’s number and one of them was Loz. Since his hands were currently full of butt-cheek, it certainly wasn’t him calling. That meant little brother had finally figured out that they were gone. And, knowing Kadaj and his volatile temperament, he was probably highly pissed about it too.
Yazoo was looking through the open doorway of the bathroom, idly listening to his phone going off. He didn’t appear interested in answering it but as close as they were, Loz never quite knew what Yazoo was thinking or what he would do.
“Ignore it, Yaz,” he ordered. “Let the little prick stew for a bit more.”
Eventually, the insistent ringing ceased. Straight after Yazoo’s phone stopped, Loz’s started, the telecommunications device trumpeting loudly in the pocket of his discarded jacket, Kadaj evidently very keen to get hold of at least one of them after discovering their treacherous mid-meditation departure. It was probably killing him not being able to yell and vent at them like he usually did when things weren’t going his way or when they did something wrong.
Turning back to Yazoo, Loz grinned deviously, feeling as though they were punishing Kadaj with their deliberate ignoring, and enjoying it very much too. The arrogant asshole deserved it.
“Fuck him,” Loz proclaimed defiantly, bunching his rock-hard muscles and hoisting Yazoo up off him, vigorously flipping his beautiful brother over onto the mattress and parting those long legs before shoving himself deep inside Yazoo’s snug slickness, all the way to the wide base of Loz’s veiny cock, both of them grunting a little at the depth and power of the thrust.
“I’d rather fuck /you/...”
............
With a snarl, Kadaj snapped his phone shut, glaring at the unanswered silver gadget as if he could melt it with just his eyes alone. From beneath his scowling silver brows, his green gaze was fiery, almost incandescent, and his flat chest heaved with angry breaths; his cherubic face tight and hard with barely-suppressed rage.
“Bastards,” he swore through gritted teeth.
Jamming the phone back into his suit, he stalked over his bike, swung his leg over it and irately pushed the ignition button beside the left hand-grip, expecting the motorcycle to roar into instant thunderous life. He was rather surprised when nothing happened. He tried it again, glancing down uncertainly through the shoulder-length curtain of his hair.
Silence.
Not so much as a chug or even a click out of the engine; the starter-motor evidently as dead as their late father. Impatiently ripping open the front control panel above the bike’s fuel tank, his eyes widened in disbelief and fury when he saw the bundle of disconnected wires and plugs, their ends not just fallen loose but forcibly removed.
“Fucking BASTARDS!”
Sorry this is so short but since we're both busy girls with lots to do I'm gonna post shorter updates at more frequent intervals so you don't have to wait as long for the next part. Enjoy!
............
Part 13. Discovered.
Yazoo appreciated the support with a lazy blink and his body relaxing, letting Loz fuck him how he saw fit. He had absolutely no problems with giving up control; though he found it amusing to wield power every now and then to tease and amuse himself, he trusted his brother completely and he knew that Loz just wouldn´t do anything that would hurt him.
Their sparring might lead to the one or other injury sometimes, but this was different; this was a tender moment between them, and as Loz allowed him to enjoy it like that, Yazoo didn´t refuse the offer. He let himself be lifted and pushed down that hard rod that would jab his sensitive pleasure center in a constant, pleasant rhythm, sending jolts through his warm, slightly trembling body. Their breathing was ragged and the sounds of their slapping bodies delicious, but what was even more of a turn on was that look of rapture in Loz´ face... Yazoo tilted his head, leaning back a bit and letting his fingertips travel over his taut belly downwards to his leaking erection.
His lashes fluttered a bit and Yazoo licked his lips as he reached the moist, rosy tip, tracing it slowly with his forefinger, sighing at the contact. Soon enough his other fingers wrapped around the hard shaft again and the long haired remnant started to stroke himself again, locking eyes with Loz.
For being a virgin, his brother was rather skilled, Yazoo marvelled. A natural.
“And... is this how you imagined it to be?” he purred, stroking over Loz´ cheek with his free hand.
“Gods, no,” Loz answered in his much-lower baritone, nuzzling into Yazoo’s soft touch. “It’s way, way better. For starters, you ain’t my fist.”
Then he immediately froze and blushed a little, realising what he’d just revealed: that when he was alone, in private, he jacked off pretending to be doing this to Yazoo. Loz expected to be made fun of for this embarrassing snippet of information, but Yazoo didn’t tease him. In fact, he actually seemed pleased and flattered by it. Loz surely wouldn’t be the first person in the world to masturbate thinking of Yazoo’s incredibly hot ass and fucking the hell out of it but Loz wasn’t just any old perve on the street. He was Yazoo’s older brother, his protector, and really, he shouldn’t be having these kinds of thoughts about his younger sibling. Not that it mattered now, not when his dick was actually IN Yazoo’s ass.
He was just about to hurriedly explain that he didn’t jerk off /every/ night like some kind of sex-starved loser with nothing better to do but a repetitive sound coming from the bathroom floor interrupted him, Loz frowning and turning his head towards the noise, Yazoo automatically doing the same, his fingers pausing around his own erect maleness.
It was a phone ringing. Yazoo’s phone, to be precise. Loz knew that because his ring tone was different, Yazoo’s more like musical bells than blaring trumpets, as Loz’s was. There were only two people on the entire planet who had Yazoo’s number and one of them was Loz. Since his hands were currently full of butt-cheek, it certainly wasn’t him calling. That meant little brother had finally figured out that they were gone. And, knowing Kadaj and his volatile temperament, he was probably highly pissed about it too.
Yazoo was looking through the open doorway of the bathroom, idly listening to his phone going off. He didn’t appear interested in answering it but as close as they were, Loz never quite knew what Yazoo was thinking or what he would do.
“Ignore it, Yaz,” he ordered. “Let the little prick stew for a bit more.”
Eventually, the insistent ringing ceased. Straight after Yazoo’s phone stopped, Loz’s started, the telecommunications device trumpeting loudly in the pocket of his discarded jacket, Kadaj evidently very keen to get hold of at least one of them after discovering their treacherous mid-meditation departure. It was probably killing him not being able to yell and vent at them like he usually did when things weren’t going his way or when they did something wrong.
Turning back to Yazoo, Loz grinned deviously, feeling as though they were punishing Kadaj with their deliberate ignoring, and enjoying it very much too. The arrogant asshole deserved it.
“Fuck him,” Loz proclaimed defiantly, bunching his rock-hard muscles and hoisting Yazoo up off him, vigorously flipping his beautiful brother over onto the mattress and parting those long legs before shoving himself deep inside Yazoo’s snug slickness, all the way to the wide base of Loz’s veiny cock, both of them grunting a little at the depth and power of the thrust.
“I’d rather fuck /you/...”
............
With a snarl, Kadaj snapped his phone shut, glaring at the unanswered silver gadget as if he could melt it with just his eyes alone. From beneath his scowling silver brows, his green gaze was fiery, almost incandescent, and his flat chest heaved with angry breaths; his cherubic face tight and hard with barely-suppressed rage.
“Bastards,” he swore through gritted teeth.
Jamming the phone back into his suit, he stalked over his bike, swung his leg over it and irately pushed the ignition button beside the left hand-grip, expecting the motorcycle to roar into instant thunderous life. He was rather surprised when nothing happened. He tried it again, glancing down uncertainly through the shoulder-length curtain of his hair.
Silence.
Not so much as a chug or even a click out of the engine; the starter-motor evidently as dead as their late father. Impatiently ripping open the front control panel above the bike’s fuel tank, his eyes widened in disbelief and fury when he saw the bundle of disconnected wires and plugs, their ends not just fallen loose but forcibly removed.
“Fucking BASTARDS!”