Date Pairing: Asami x Takaba Rating: NC-17 (graphic sex) Spoilers: For Therapy Warning: smut X-posted to club_sion and my LJ EDIT: Turned the Backdate off. Sorry about that. I keep forgetting. Akihito was bored. He heard the front door open and walked out into the hall to see who had come home. Asami was toeing off his shoes. He leaned against the wall and took in the lean muscular form. Asami glanced up, amused. "See something you're interested in?" Akihito felt his cheeks redden. Damn the man, he still made him blush like a high school girl. His embarrassment made his voice harsher than usual. "Aren't you supposed to say something when you walk in the door? It's only common courtesy." Asami padded toward him in slippered feet. He stopped just short of Akihito, looming over him. Then he took that extra step and pushed him back into the wall. His hands came up to grasp Akihito's waist, and holding him firmly, he bent so his mouth was right next to Akihito's ear. "I'm home," he murmured in deep voice that shook Akihito's bones. "Where are the others?" Akihito pulled his thoughts back together to answer the question. "Fei had that appointment at the Chinese embassy tonight. He didn't know how late he'd be. Tao has a study group." He slipped his arms around Asami's neck. "That means we're alone." He barely had time to finish the sentence before Asami's mouth sealed his shut in a searing kiss. His hand fisted in Asami's thick hair, the other frantically worked at his silk tie. The hands on him went to his shirt, scattering buttons on the floor in their haste to get at the flesh underneath. Callused fingers found a hardened nipple, pinching it so he moaned into the mouth dominating his. The other hand jerked his pants down low enough to enclosed him in its heated grip, the strokes rough and fast. His hands went to at Asami's pants, tugging the zipper down, plunging a hand inside to grasp the hardened cock and pull it out, working it in quick strokes. He tried desperately to reach the back pocket of his jeans. Asami's hand dropped from his nipple to his ass, pulling the tube from his pants. Asami ripped the cap off with his teeth, then his fist closed on the tube, squirting a handful of the cool gel between them onto his and Akihito's fingers. Akihito grabbed Asami's cock again, rubbing it, coating it, slicking it up. He turned to the wall and pressed himself back against Asami's hard body. He could feel the lines of Asami's muscles through the back of his thin shirt. He was breathing so fast he was dizzy. Asami pushed him hard into the wall. One slippery hand fisted Akihito's cock, the other working long slick fingers in and out of his ass. He cried out as they were replace by Asami's cock, pushing slowly but mercilessly into him. When it was finally seated deeply inside there was a brief pause, and he felt the relief that always came from their joining these days. They were one once again, as it should be. The warm sigh in his hair told him his feelings were shared. He rubbed slightly against the heavy warmth of Asami's body, feeling the need to be even closer. He knew Asami would understand and take care of him. As if hearing his thoughts, Asami pulled back and began to fuck him, hard, driving him into the wall. Asami's left arm came up and cushioned Akihito's head as his thrusts increased. His slippery right hand still enclosed Akihito's cock as Akihito moved his hips frantically against it. Their bodies were straining, trying to crawl inside each others. Asami's face was next to his, his lips on his temple, his breath hot. They slammed into one another, grunting. Akihito turned his face to Asami's. Their eyes met for an instant and they kissed, tongues pulling at each other, speaking without words. Akihito felt a stream rise up inside him in answer and and he lost control, jerking in Asami's hands, cumming against the wall, squeezing Asami's cock in a grip that had him moaning Akihito's name and flooding him with hot semen. They both leaned against the wall before slowly sliding down into a heap on the floor, their bodies still connected, Akihito in Asami's lap. Akihito started laughing. "Welcome home. I was going to suggest a date, but where's the incentive now? You've already gotten the payoff." He felt Asami smile against his neck. "There's always the promise of more. Do you want to go out and do something? I'd rather stay in." He flexed his hips suggestively, making the point of exactly where the "in" was that he'd like to stay. Akihito couldn't prevent a small moan from escaping. "God. How can you keep going like this? Is one of the drugs you're running Viagra?" Asami tilted Akihito's head all the way back, and looked down on his face. "You're better than any drug will ever be." Asami's lips lowered and brushed against his softly, his tongue coming out to lick and taste him again. He opened himself completely to him, losing himself in passion a second time, there on the floor of the entrance hall. This time Asami's clothes ended up in tatters, Akihito shredding them as he rode him to completion. Asami sat up, his arms around Akihito. "Come on. Let's go out." Akihito raised his head and looked at him in disbelief. "Go out? Now? I can barely walk. Unless you're planning on hiring a wheelchair..." Asami smiled sweetly. At least he pretended to. "I'll just have to carry you then." He stood, still holding Akihito. "W-wait! Our clothes...the mess..." "That's what maids are for." -- Tao got home shortly before 1:00 am. His eyes widened at the sight awaiting him. The foyer was trashed. Remains of clothing were strewn about. The walls and the floor were stained. The table that usually held messages and mail was askew, as if a too heavy weight had been set upon it. The vase it normally held was laying cracked on the floor, water and flower petals scattered. The mess continued up the stairs as far as his eyes could see. Feilong stepped through the door behind him. Tao looked up as his father burst into laughter. "What's so funny? It looks like an earthquake hit. What happened here?" Feilong slung his arm over Tao's shoulders. "It looks like your Uncle Ryuichi took your Uncle Akihito out on a date." "A date? It looks like they didn't even make it out of the house." "No," Feilong said laughing as they headed up the stairs, "they never do."
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