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ravenna_c_tanTitle: Touya's Pride (Part 11 of 11)
Author: Ravenna C. Tan
Fandom: Hikaru no Go
Pairing: Hikaru/Akira eventually, Akira/others, sort of (you'll see)
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Non-commercial fanfic.
Summary: Touya Akira loses a match and suffers a crisis of faith. Could wily old Kuwabara-sensei have the answer? Or is the answer to be found in Touya's eternal rival, Shindou Hikaru?
Warnings: This is not a fluffy Aki/Hika fic. There is what could be termed cross-gen/chan, and also psychological manipulation as part of the plot. The sexuality is graphic, but not gratuitous. Touya is 16. Spoilers for the series, also.
A/N: I posted an "intro" to Hikaru no Go for those who want to read the fic without watching or reading the whole series, on LJ and IJ.
Part One is here: LJ and IJ
Part Two: LJ and IJ
Part Three: LJ and IJ
Part Four: LJ and IJ
Part Five: LJ and IJ
Part Six: LJ and IJ
Part Seven: LJ and IJ
Part Eight: LJ and IJ
Part Nine: LJ and IJ
Part Ten: LJ and IJ
Part Eleven: The final installment!
In the morning I cleaned my teeth and had one moment of thinking I ought to shut the door so that I could put a plug in, then remembered, no, I'm not doing that anymore. Just goes to show how quickly something can become a habit.
Waking up next to Shindou was becoming a habit, too, and I was very purposefully not thinking about what would happen when my parents came home.
We shared some leftover rice and instant miso soup for breakfast. He offered to make eggs. I decided I didn't want to eat too heavy before the match and besides, I was somewhat skeptical of Shindou's cooking ability. I'd probably eat very lightly when lunch time came, and then after the match I would likely be ravenous.
"Well, when you're done, we'll go out to eat. If you win, we can celebrate, and if you lose, you can drown your sorrows in a bowl of ramen!" Shindou said.
"Wait. You're coming with me?"
"Shouldn't I?"
"Well, but you said you would bring ramen for dinner, take-out, tonight."
"If you'd rather eat it here..."
"No, no, that's not it at all. It's just that what you said implied we'd be meeting here later, which implied we'd be separating before that."
"You don't want me to come with you?"
I closed my eyes in frustration. "I do want you to come with me. I just didn't think you were planning to, and it seems like you changed your mind."
"Is that bad?"
Now I laughed. "No. It's just Shindou being Shindou."
I don't even remember what we were arguing about as we approached the Go Institute from the direction of the train station. I mostly remember the look on Ogata-san's face as we turned the corner and there he was. It was almost a look of surprise, although it was me that was surprised. I think of him as always so cool and impassive behind his glasses, a look of dismayed understanding was hard for me to recognise.
He then looked straight at Shindou, put his hand on my elbow, and said, "Would you please excuse us?"
Shindou's eyes darkened a moment, but after seeing the look on my face, he said, "Sure. I'll see you later, Touya," and then continued toward the entrance.
I found myself then standing close to the building's wall with Ogata-san, his hand still at my elbow, as if we were about to share a secret. Which I suppose is true.
"Akira-kun. I wanted to talk to you before the match. About the other night."
"The reception?" I asked, innocently.
"The last thing I remember is listening to the stories of Kuwabara-sensei. I remember you and I talking in the car on the way to the reception..." He frowned, though, as if even that memory were somewhat blurred. "I suspect I made something of a fool of myself at the party, but I don't really remember."
"Oh, that," I said with a small forced laugh. "Shindou had a magnetic Go board. You insisted on playing with me and you made some really, really bad moves. Pretty embarrassing moves." I managed to say this last with a straight face. "Nothing that should affect the way we play today, of course. It wasn't as if it meant anything."
"Ah," he said. "You're right, of course." He took his glasses off and cleaned them, then put them back on. I did not know if he actually understood the unspoken meaning in my words, or not, but maybe it didn't matter.
"I was hoping to talk to you, as well," I said. I was nearly his height now, I realized. Only two inches more, perhaps. "I was speaking with my father yesterday."
He merely made a hum of agreement and waited for me to go on.
"He said he's looking forward to seeing us both play our best. I didn't want you to think that anything I had said, or not said, the other day, was trying to influence your play." My voice rose before I quite realized it. "I want you to play your best! Your very best! I'll be trying to win, too! It's... it's not... I just want..."
He patted my cheek as I faltered. "You always play your best when you are passionate."
My breath caught but I stifled it, and my voice was calm again when I said, "And you always play your best when you are placid and cool."
He chuckled at that and withdrew his hand, and I felt somehow I had scored a major point.
"Good luck, Akira-kun."
"Good luck, Ogata-san."
And with that, he turned and walked toward the doors. I waited until he had gone inside, and then I followed.
I was changing from my shoes into slippers when Shindou appeared. "Well?"
I just shrugged. I had done my part to ensure as even a match as I could. "Now we play."
"Yes!" Shindou pumped his fist in the air. "See you later. I'm not going to hover over you, you know." But he gave me a quick kiss on the cheek before I could stop him and then ran to the elevator.
"Such a child." But I was smiling. And no one was there to see.
Ogata-san and I were playing in the main room. It wasn't a title match, so although it felt like a momentous game to us, it was still just played there among all the other pros who were meeting that day. He was chatting by the drink vending machine with a few others I recognized, a can of chilled, unsweetened coffee in his hand.
Perhaps he had taken my statement literally. He glanced up at me once, and I wondered if perhaps I saw cold bitterness there.
His mask was perfect throughout the game, and what a game! I took the lead early, but we were both playing aggressively, resulting in several battles whose outcomes were not evident immediately, and even in the endgame the winner was unclear. We had to play to the very end, something that did not happen often to me. I was reminded of my match in the First Dan Series against Zama Ouza, only this time, neither of us made any mistakes. The stones flowed over the board. When the lunch break came, neither of us moved, and we just kept playing. People gathered around us to watch, then, and when the regular games resumed, still, some stayed. My focus was for the board, the board only, vaguely aware of Ogata-san's swallows of coffee and fussing with his cigarettes and the people standing around us.
I lost by two and a half moku. Ogata-san slumped back against the wall behind him as if spent. I sighed. It had been such a beautiful game, I almost felt as if I had won. Others around us immediately began to discuss the game, but I did not really hear their voices, Ogata-san's eyes met mine and it may have been my imagination, but I thought a tinge of regret shone through them, as if he were thinking to himself, No, you won't be calling me Seiji anytime soon. I bowed and excused myself.
And then, as I predicted, hunger struck me with its full force, just as Shindou was nearly tackling me in the hall. "Wowww! What a match! You guys really went all out!"
I nodded as we went down the hall. "Did you see it?"
"Well, not the very beginning, but most of it, actually." He looked a little sheepish and I wondered if that was because he had essentially snuck into the room to watch a match that otherwise had no spectators--or at least not until later.
I was amazed I hadn't noticed him there. Now, I caught a whiff of his scent, like the steam rising from a take-out delivery bag, and my hunger sharpened into something else. I caught his sleeve and pulled him closer.
His voice was nearly a whisper. "Do you want to?"
"Yes."
"Can you wait until we..."
"No." I pulled him into the restroom and into a stall with a fancy Washlet-style toilet. The lid lifted as it sensed us coming near, and I worked on getting Shindou's pants down while he worked on mine. It would have no doubt been more efficient for us to have each taken our own pants off, but where was the fun in that? Kuwabara-sensei had it right. It takes two.
I sat on the toilet and pulled Shindou after me, his bare legs straddling mine, until our cocks touched. I wanted him inside me, but that, that would have to wait until later. A shame, almost, that I wasn't wearing a slick plug today, but I would have something warm and rigid with urgency in me soon enough.
Right now I just slicked our two cocks together, both already quite hard. The setting reminded me of the Palace hotel and I couldn't help but picture a drunken Ogata-san on his knees next to us, trying to fit both cocks into his mouth. I laughed and Shindou--Hikkun--put his hand over my mouth to keep me from giving us away.
He rocked into my strokes, adding friction to my cock and I nearly cried out again--he kept his hand in place. Oh, so good, such a feeling. I began to pant through my nose, and soon we were both breathing in rhythm with my hand's movement up and down.
My own hips moved in counterpoint to his, just trying to get up off that last plateau of pleasure, nearly there... nearly there...
His other hand, which had been on my shoulder, moved, but I thought nothing of it until I heard a quiet beep, and then suddenly my asshole and the underside of my balls were washed with jets of warm water. One of the jets practically shot inside me like a fingertip and that was all it took, I was suddenly coming hot and slick into my fingers, then stroking even harder and faster as everything went slippery from my come. Hikkun followed a few seconds later, jerking hard against me, and this time I put my hand over his mouth until the spasms subsided.
As I lifted my hand and looked into his dazed eyes, the Washlet began to dry me with hot air. I laughed. I didn't care who might hear.
He sniggered a bit, too, but climbed shakily off my lap then listened to see if either of us could hear anyone else in the restroom. Nothing. Good. We took turns getting the Washlet to wash the rest of our private parts (and dry them) before putting our pants back on.
"There," I said, pulling him into a kiss, then letting him go. "Now maybe I can make it through dinner."
"Ramen!" He shouted, eyes sparkling. "Let's go!"
After dinner, we went back to the house. It was still early since we had eaten so early; there was still light in the sky. We bought mochi ice cream on the way back and I wanted to sit on the porch and eat them and listen to the deer chaser trickling. So that was what we did.
"It was a good match," I said softly, a while after the ice cream was gone.
"Mm." He looked up at me, licking the tips of his fingers with feigned nonchalance.
My breath ran right out of me as it felt as if he were breaching me with that fingertip rather than his lips. "Let's write out the kifu for my father," I said, voice low.
"Mm." He nodded.
We went inside and I took the kifu paper out of my desk. By the time I had written the game out, I was ragingly hard and sighingly empty. "Hikkun," I whispered.
"Waiting for you," he whispered into my hair, kissing the back of my head and then letting go. I turned in my chair and he was just lying down across the two futons, completely naked.
I don't think I've ever gotten out of my clothes that fast. In a flash I was crawling over him, licking at his skin and letting my cock brush against his like two dogs that have made friends. This time it was his hand that wrapped around both, and I reached blindly for the bottle of lube that I knew was there near the pillows.
He used both hands to stroke us both as I reached behind me, pushing fingers and a coating of the slippery stuff into myself. Quite suddenly it became a race, as he was trying to get us both off--or maybe just himself--before I could get myself ready. Our eyes flashed and I gritted my teeth as I pushed and pushed, even as I felt myself getting close to coming.
"Enough!" I pulled his hands free and reseated myself straddling his hips, reaching back to steady his cock as I pushed myself down on it.
The sound I made gave the game away; I was only half-stretched and overeager to take him in as I forced myself down, then froze.
"Akira," he whispered, hands hovering as if he weren't sure where to touch me to soothe the pain.
I took his hands in my own, each one gripping tight as if he were helping me walk across a faulty bridge, and closed my eyes. "Hikkun."
I slipped down further, thighs trembling, thinking he was not even half the size of the largest plug, so I knew he would fit, and yet...
At last I came to rest, fully seated.
"Akira?"
I just shook my head, eyes still closed, and began to squeeze him inside me, not moving up and down yet, just pulsing deep in my center, tightening and letting go. Something seemed to blossom deep in me then, and now I rocked forward and back, a minute movement, but one he must have felt keenly if the sounds he made were any indication.
At last I opened my eyes, all trace of pain gone. I braced myself with my hands on his chest now, and began to move more vigorously back and forth.
"Oh, fuck, Akira... that's good."
My answer was a bit of a growl. Damn right it was good.
It wasn't until later, after I'd been fucking myself on him for long enough that I lost track of the time completely, that I began to wonder which of us would come first. It would have to be me, I thought, if I wanted to come while he was inside me; I became suddenly covetous of that idea and told him so. "Before was fun, but I like coming with you in me best."
I reached for my cock as I said it but he batted my hand away and stroked me himself, as if offended that I might try to get myself off. He grinned and varied the angle of his strokes. "Think you can get it in my mouth?"
"Think you can get the aim right? I know I can get the distance."
"Let's see." He stroked me in time with my steady rocking, then began to speed up.
Before I knew it, I was shooting spurt after spurt into his hair, his eye, onto the pillow behind him. One blob did manage to hit just the very corner of his mouth and he snaked his tongue out to lick it, laughing all the while. He wiped at the streak on his eyelid and then pulled me down close so that our chests and bellies smeared in what had fallen short.
"My turn, now," he said, and I was too weak from aftershocks to do anything but nod as he thrust up sharply into me.
Oh, yes. Now he slammed up into me, chasing his own release, nearly knocking our heads together on every thrust. It felt almost like I was coming again, or still, and I felt it keenly when he finally came, too.
I slumped atop him, then slid to the side, panting. My head ended up in the crook of his arm and I could hear his heart beating. Then his voice rumbled through his chest. "You know, you could have won that match."
"Thank you for saying so."
"No, I mean it. There was a battle in your lower left corner, you could have won. You went to 11-8 to cut, but you could have connected..."
Now, on any normal day, my answer would have been something like: Don't be ridiculous, that's definitely the right move. You think Ogata-san wouldn't see through a ploy like feinting at 9-9? But what I said was, "If you can still remember that in the morning, and still think it's a good idea, I'll let you show me." I yawned. "I suppose I can't be offended that you were thinking about Go instead of about me while fucking me."
"Touya! Of course I was thinking about you! I can't think about you and not think about Go. And I can't think about Go and not think about you."
"You say the nicest things sometimes."
"I do?"
"Not really. But that was nice." I settled closer to him and pulled the covers over us.
I was nearly asleep when he whispered, "Akira?"
"Hikkun?"
"Will you...?"
"Will I what? I can hear you blushing."
"Could we try it the other way around? Next time?"
"Other way around? But now I've been under you and on t-- Oh. No wonder you were blushing."
"Well, you seem to enjoy it so much..."
"I did just have an orgasm that seemed to last longer than a title match..." I rubbed my cheek against his chest. "But it takes some time to get used to. I mean, I didn't just jump into bed with you never having, um, that is..." I could not really explain it, could I? "It takes some time."
"When do your parents come home?"
"Another week, at least. Their trip just keeps getting longer."
"So we have plenty of time. What do I have to do?"
I sat up so I could see his face. "Is that little purple toy still... yes, there it is." He'd stuck it on one of my shelves between some action figures. I retrieved it and the bottle of lube and held them out to him, my face solemn. This was going to be a fun week. I might not have changed my Go much as a result of Kuwabara-sensei's lessons, but I had learned a lot about other things. I cleared my throat, then said:
"When you can beat me while wearing this, you can move up to a bigger one."
Yes, it was going to be a fun week, indeed.
-the end!-
Author: Ravenna C. Tan
Fandom: Hikaru no Go
Pairing: Hikaru/Akira eventually, Akira/others, sort of (you'll see)
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Non-commercial fanfic.
Summary: Touya Akira loses a match and suffers a crisis of faith. Could wily old Kuwabara-sensei have the answer? Or is the answer to be found in Touya's eternal rival, Shindou Hikaru?
Warnings: This is not a fluffy Aki/Hika fic. There is what could be termed cross-gen/chan, and also psychological manipulation as part of the plot. The sexuality is graphic, but not gratuitous. Touya is 16. Spoilers for the series, also.
A/N: I posted an "intro" to Hikaru no Go for those who want to read the fic without watching or reading the whole series, on LJ and IJ.
Part One is here: LJ and IJ
Part Two: LJ and IJ
Part Three: LJ and IJ
Part Four: LJ and IJ
Part Five: LJ and IJ
Part Six: LJ and IJ
Part Seven: LJ and IJ
Part Eight: LJ and IJ
Part Nine: LJ and IJ
Part Ten: LJ and IJ
Part Eleven: The final installment!
In the morning I cleaned my teeth and had one moment of thinking I ought to shut the door so that I could put a plug in, then remembered, no, I'm not doing that anymore. Just goes to show how quickly something can become a habit.
Waking up next to Shindou was becoming a habit, too, and I was very purposefully not thinking about what would happen when my parents came home.
We shared some leftover rice and instant miso soup for breakfast. He offered to make eggs. I decided I didn't want to eat too heavy before the match and besides, I was somewhat skeptical of Shindou's cooking ability. I'd probably eat very lightly when lunch time came, and then after the match I would likely be ravenous.
"Well, when you're done, we'll go out to eat. If you win, we can celebrate, and if you lose, you can drown your sorrows in a bowl of ramen!" Shindou said.
"Wait. You're coming with me?"
"Shouldn't I?"
"Well, but you said you would bring ramen for dinner, take-out, tonight."
"If you'd rather eat it here..."
"No, no, that's not it at all. It's just that what you said implied we'd be meeting here later, which implied we'd be separating before that."
"You don't want me to come with you?"
I closed my eyes in frustration. "I do want you to come with me. I just didn't think you were planning to, and it seems like you changed your mind."
"Is that bad?"
Now I laughed. "No. It's just Shindou being Shindou."
I don't even remember what we were arguing about as we approached the Go Institute from the direction of the train station. I mostly remember the look on Ogata-san's face as we turned the corner and there he was. It was almost a look of surprise, although it was me that was surprised. I think of him as always so cool and impassive behind his glasses, a look of dismayed understanding was hard for me to recognise.
He then looked straight at Shindou, put his hand on my elbow, and said, "Would you please excuse us?"
Shindou's eyes darkened a moment, but after seeing the look on my face, he said, "Sure. I'll see you later, Touya," and then continued toward the entrance.
I found myself then standing close to the building's wall with Ogata-san, his hand still at my elbow, as if we were about to share a secret. Which I suppose is true.
"Akira-kun. I wanted to talk to you before the match. About the other night."
"The reception?" I asked, innocently.
"The last thing I remember is listening to the stories of Kuwabara-sensei. I remember you and I talking in the car on the way to the reception..." He frowned, though, as if even that memory were somewhat blurred. "I suspect I made something of a fool of myself at the party, but I don't really remember."
"Oh, that," I said with a small forced laugh. "Shindou had a magnetic Go board. You insisted on playing with me and you made some really, really bad moves. Pretty embarrassing moves." I managed to say this last with a straight face. "Nothing that should affect the way we play today, of course. It wasn't as if it meant anything."
"Ah," he said. "You're right, of course." He took his glasses off and cleaned them, then put them back on. I did not know if he actually understood the unspoken meaning in my words, or not, but maybe it didn't matter.
"I was hoping to talk to you, as well," I said. I was nearly his height now, I realized. Only two inches more, perhaps. "I was speaking with my father yesterday."
He merely made a hum of agreement and waited for me to go on.
"He said he's looking forward to seeing us both play our best. I didn't want you to think that anything I had said, or not said, the other day, was trying to influence your play." My voice rose before I quite realized it. "I want you to play your best! Your very best! I'll be trying to win, too! It's... it's not... I just want..."
He patted my cheek as I faltered. "You always play your best when you are passionate."
My breath caught but I stifled it, and my voice was calm again when I said, "And you always play your best when you are placid and cool."
He chuckled at that and withdrew his hand, and I felt somehow I had scored a major point.
"Good luck, Akira-kun."
"Good luck, Ogata-san."
And with that, he turned and walked toward the doors. I waited until he had gone inside, and then I followed.
I was changing from my shoes into slippers when Shindou appeared. "Well?"
I just shrugged. I had done my part to ensure as even a match as I could. "Now we play."
"Yes!" Shindou pumped his fist in the air. "See you later. I'm not going to hover over you, you know." But he gave me a quick kiss on the cheek before I could stop him and then ran to the elevator.
"Such a child." But I was smiling. And no one was there to see.
Ogata-san and I were playing in the main room. It wasn't a title match, so although it felt like a momentous game to us, it was still just played there among all the other pros who were meeting that day. He was chatting by the drink vending machine with a few others I recognized, a can of chilled, unsweetened coffee in his hand.
Perhaps he had taken my statement literally. He glanced up at me once, and I wondered if perhaps I saw cold bitterness there.
His mask was perfect throughout the game, and what a game! I took the lead early, but we were both playing aggressively, resulting in several battles whose outcomes were not evident immediately, and even in the endgame the winner was unclear. We had to play to the very end, something that did not happen often to me. I was reminded of my match in the First Dan Series against Zama Ouza, only this time, neither of us made any mistakes. The stones flowed over the board. When the lunch break came, neither of us moved, and we just kept playing. People gathered around us to watch, then, and when the regular games resumed, still, some stayed. My focus was for the board, the board only, vaguely aware of Ogata-san's swallows of coffee and fussing with his cigarettes and the people standing around us.
I lost by two and a half moku. Ogata-san slumped back against the wall behind him as if spent. I sighed. It had been such a beautiful game, I almost felt as if I had won. Others around us immediately began to discuss the game, but I did not really hear their voices, Ogata-san's eyes met mine and it may have been my imagination, but I thought a tinge of regret shone through them, as if he were thinking to himself, No, you won't be calling me Seiji anytime soon. I bowed and excused myself.
And then, as I predicted, hunger struck me with its full force, just as Shindou was nearly tackling me in the hall. "Wowww! What a match! You guys really went all out!"
I nodded as we went down the hall. "Did you see it?"
"Well, not the very beginning, but most of it, actually." He looked a little sheepish and I wondered if that was because he had essentially snuck into the room to watch a match that otherwise had no spectators--or at least not until later.
I was amazed I hadn't noticed him there. Now, I caught a whiff of his scent, like the steam rising from a take-out delivery bag, and my hunger sharpened into something else. I caught his sleeve and pulled him closer.
His voice was nearly a whisper. "Do you want to?"
"Yes."
"Can you wait until we..."
"No." I pulled him into the restroom and into a stall with a fancy Washlet-style toilet. The lid lifted as it sensed us coming near, and I worked on getting Shindou's pants down while he worked on mine. It would have no doubt been more efficient for us to have each taken our own pants off, but where was the fun in that? Kuwabara-sensei had it right. It takes two.
I sat on the toilet and pulled Shindou after me, his bare legs straddling mine, until our cocks touched. I wanted him inside me, but that, that would have to wait until later. A shame, almost, that I wasn't wearing a slick plug today, but I would have something warm and rigid with urgency in me soon enough.
Right now I just slicked our two cocks together, both already quite hard. The setting reminded me of the Palace hotel and I couldn't help but picture a drunken Ogata-san on his knees next to us, trying to fit both cocks into his mouth. I laughed and Shindou--Hikkun--put his hand over my mouth to keep me from giving us away.
He rocked into my strokes, adding friction to my cock and I nearly cried out again--he kept his hand in place. Oh, so good, such a feeling. I began to pant through my nose, and soon we were both breathing in rhythm with my hand's movement up and down.
My own hips moved in counterpoint to his, just trying to get up off that last plateau of pleasure, nearly there... nearly there...
His other hand, which had been on my shoulder, moved, but I thought nothing of it until I heard a quiet beep, and then suddenly my asshole and the underside of my balls were washed with jets of warm water. One of the jets practically shot inside me like a fingertip and that was all it took, I was suddenly coming hot and slick into my fingers, then stroking even harder and faster as everything went slippery from my come. Hikkun followed a few seconds later, jerking hard against me, and this time I put my hand over his mouth until the spasms subsided.
As I lifted my hand and looked into his dazed eyes, the Washlet began to dry me with hot air. I laughed. I didn't care who might hear.
He sniggered a bit, too, but climbed shakily off my lap then listened to see if either of us could hear anyone else in the restroom. Nothing. Good. We took turns getting the Washlet to wash the rest of our private parts (and dry them) before putting our pants back on.
"There," I said, pulling him into a kiss, then letting him go. "Now maybe I can make it through dinner."
"Ramen!" He shouted, eyes sparkling. "Let's go!"
After dinner, we went back to the house. It was still early since we had eaten so early; there was still light in the sky. We bought mochi ice cream on the way back and I wanted to sit on the porch and eat them and listen to the deer chaser trickling. So that was what we did.
"It was a good match," I said softly, a while after the ice cream was gone.
"Mm." He looked up at me, licking the tips of his fingers with feigned nonchalance.
My breath ran right out of me as it felt as if he were breaching me with that fingertip rather than his lips. "Let's write out the kifu for my father," I said, voice low.
"Mm." He nodded.
We went inside and I took the kifu paper out of my desk. By the time I had written the game out, I was ragingly hard and sighingly empty. "Hikkun," I whispered.
"Waiting for you," he whispered into my hair, kissing the back of my head and then letting go. I turned in my chair and he was just lying down across the two futons, completely naked.
I don't think I've ever gotten out of my clothes that fast. In a flash I was crawling over him, licking at his skin and letting my cock brush against his like two dogs that have made friends. This time it was his hand that wrapped around both, and I reached blindly for the bottle of lube that I knew was there near the pillows.
He used both hands to stroke us both as I reached behind me, pushing fingers and a coating of the slippery stuff into myself. Quite suddenly it became a race, as he was trying to get us both off--or maybe just himself--before I could get myself ready. Our eyes flashed and I gritted my teeth as I pushed and pushed, even as I felt myself getting close to coming.
"Enough!" I pulled his hands free and reseated myself straddling his hips, reaching back to steady his cock as I pushed myself down on it.
The sound I made gave the game away; I was only half-stretched and overeager to take him in as I forced myself down, then froze.
"Akira," he whispered, hands hovering as if he weren't sure where to touch me to soothe the pain.
I took his hands in my own, each one gripping tight as if he were helping me walk across a faulty bridge, and closed my eyes. "Hikkun."
I slipped down further, thighs trembling, thinking he was not even half the size of the largest plug, so I knew he would fit, and yet...
At last I came to rest, fully seated.
"Akira?"
I just shook my head, eyes still closed, and began to squeeze him inside me, not moving up and down yet, just pulsing deep in my center, tightening and letting go. Something seemed to blossom deep in me then, and now I rocked forward and back, a minute movement, but one he must have felt keenly if the sounds he made were any indication.
At last I opened my eyes, all trace of pain gone. I braced myself with my hands on his chest now, and began to move more vigorously back and forth.
"Oh, fuck, Akira... that's good."
My answer was a bit of a growl. Damn right it was good.
It wasn't until later, after I'd been fucking myself on him for long enough that I lost track of the time completely, that I began to wonder which of us would come first. It would have to be me, I thought, if I wanted to come while he was inside me; I became suddenly covetous of that idea and told him so. "Before was fun, but I like coming with you in me best."
I reached for my cock as I said it but he batted my hand away and stroked me himself, as if offended that I might try to get myself off. He grinned and varied the angle of his strokes. "Think you can get it in my mouth?"
"Think you can get the aim right? I know I can get the distance."
"Let's see." He stroked me in time with my steady rocking, then began to speed up.
Before I knew it, I was shooting spurt after spurt into his hair, his eye, onto the pillow behind him. One blob did manage to hit just the very corner of his mouth and he snaked his tongue out to lick it, laughing all the while. He wiped at the streak on his eyelid and then pulled me down close so that our chests and bellies smeared in what had fallen short.
"My turn, now," he said, and I was too weak from aftershocks to do anything but nod as he thrust up sharply into me.
Oh, yes. Now he slammed up into me, chasing his own release, nearly knocking our heads together on every thrust. It felt almost like I was coming again, or still, and I felt it keenly when he finally came, too.
I slumped atop him, then slid to the side, panting. My head ended up in the crook of his arm and I could hear his heart beating. Then his voice rumbled through his chest. "You know, you could have won that match."
"Thank you for saying so."
"No, I mean it. There was a battle in your lower left corner, you could have won. You went to 11-8 to cut, but you could have connected..."
Now, on any normal day, my answer would have been something like: Don't be ridiculous, that's definitely the right move. You think Ogata-san wouldn't see through a ploy like feinting at 9-9? But what I said was, "If you can still remember that in the morning, and still think it's a good idea, I'll let you show me." I yawned. "I suppose I can't be offended that you were thinking about Go instead of about me while fucking me."
"Touya! Of course I was thinking about you! I can't think about you and not think about Go. And I can't think about Go and not think about you."
"You say the nicest things sometimes."
"I do?"
"Not really. But that was nice." I settled closer to him and pulled the covers over us.
I was nearly asleep when he whispered, "Akira?"
"Hikkun?"
"Will you...?"
"Will I what? I can hear you blushing."
"Could we try it the other way around? Next time?"
"Other way around? But now I've been under you and on t-- Oh. No wonder you were blushing."
"Well, you seem to enjoy it so much..."
"I did just have an orgasm that seemed to last longer than a title match..." I rubbed my cheek against his chest. "But it takes some time to get used to. I mean, I didn't just jump into bed with you never having, um, that is..." I could not really explain it, could I? "It takes some time."
"When do your parents come home?"
"Another week, at least. Their trip just keeps getting longer."
"So we have plenty of time. What do I have to do?"
I sat up so I could see his face. "Is that little purple toy still... yes, there it is." He'd stuck it on one of my shelves between some action figures. I retrieved it and the bottle of lube and held them out to him, my face solemn. This was going to be a fun week. I might not have changed my Go much as a result of Kuwabara-sensei's lessons, but I had learned a lot about other things. I cleared my throat, then said:
"When you can beat me while wearing this, you can move up to a bigger one."
Yes, it was going to be a fun week, indeed.
-the end!-
