LOVE LOVE GAME by clueless_psycho

They were kissing. Hot and wet. Furious. Lips massaging the other’s, tongue battling, drinking in each other’s saliva, breathing each other scents. Eyes closed, standing straight.

Aya had his arms around Crawford’s neck. Clutching tightly. Crawford had his hands on Aya’s ass. Groping hungrily. Their crotches pressed against each other. But not rocking.

It was a little game between them. They’d kiss like they were in a kissing endurance competition, trying to beat the other. Whoever moved his hips first lost.

The winner would get a blowjob from the loser.

The loser would get fucked.

Aya felt he would melt by the heat of desire that pooled under his navel, hardening his need to the point that he could burst anytime inside the confinement of his tight leather pants.

Next time maybe he should consider wearing loose cargo pants like Ken’s.

Crawford felt grateful that he wore cotton briefs. They did a good job preventing his dripping lust from soiling his designer’s pants.

However, they might not hold up any longer if they went on like this. He could come in his briefs and soiled the expensive pants anyway.

Time for a little trick.

He let out a faint growl at the back of his throat that sounded like a wounded animal, let it vibrate through his lips to Aya’s, shortcircuited the redhead’s brain.

He didn’t even have to envision it. He knew it. Even before the growl finished, Aya had moved his hips up and raised his entire right legs to hook around Crawford’s legs.

Crawford snapped his eyes open. He broke the kiss and greedily sucked in air into his abused lungs. “I won!” he hissed, shoving Aya away none too gently and pressed his shoulders down with both hands.

“Cheater!” Aya groaned, but there was no anger in his voice. If at all, he gladly got on his knees, zipping down Crawford’s pants on his way.

Hooking one finger on the waistband of the severely wet briefs, Aya released the monstrous hard flesh. He paused to catch a drip of precome with his tongue before engulfing the whole length into his mouth.

“Ch, I know you couldn’t wait to have it,” said Crawford, his voice cracked already with the pleasure of being wrapped with warmth and softness and fire.

From his position, Aya looked up and glared daggers at him. Crawford returned the favour in three folds. As much as he’d like to close his eyes, to be able to concentrate on the exquisite feel of Aya’s mouth around his throbbing sex, he preferred to keep the orbs open so he could satisfy himself with the look of Abyssinian giving him a blowjob.

Because that was the only time Aya let his cold mask fall and his emotion showed clearly on his face.

And what a contradictive emotions he always had upon having this game.

Hatred but glad.

Pissed off but eager.

Humiliated but happy.

Beautiful.

Sensous.

And the blowjob was perfect. Like any other skills Aya had mastered. He rolled his tongue around the cock, having no trouble at all, treating it like a delicious dessert. It was still a wonder to Crawford how Aya could swallow him whole. But that was the least of his concern. Right now he only cared about fucking Aya’s mouth and taking the most of it.

To help Aya should he have any difficulties, Crawford slipped his fingers into the silky crimson strands. Holding Aya’s head to keep in place while he thrust in and out the mouth. That way Aya could use his hands on better things other than gripping his hips.

Aya used his left hand to cup his balls now, squeezing gently, adding pleasure. Right hand was lowered to unzip his pants and freed his cock. Aya timed his blowjob with stroking himself in the same pace and rhythm.

Such an itchy kitty, can’t wait until I get my hands on him, thought Crawford, not unsatisfictorily. The sight of Aya wanking only aroused him more, seeing pleasure craved planly in the heartshaped face, making his stomach flip.

It was just fantastic.

Crawford knew he could go like this forever, but after a while he decided that he needed to hear more than just faint mewls and the crisp sound of sucking and fingers over slick cock.

And he wanted to be somewhere else when he came.

Aya growled when Crawford carefully slid his cock out of his mouth.

“I haven’t finished!” he protested, yet managed to lick his precome-covered lips.

“You can finish it later, I want my trophy now. Take your pants off and get on the bed face down.”

Grunting, Aya did as he was told, kicking his pants away as he peeled his tee over his head. Clothes-free now, he climbed up the bed on his four, showing Crawford a pair of perfect-perky-round ass. He parted his knees a bit so Crawford could see the way his cock bobbing hard in between.

“Nice display,” complimented Crawford as he tossed his own clothes away.

He got a “ch” as an answer.

Crawford joined him in the bed, also on his fours behind Aya. He took his dear time feeling the beautiful ass, giving them more than just a couple squeezes and teasing the little pucker in between with fingertips. Aya was trembling under his touch, already given up bracing his arms and instead burying his face on the pillow, stifling his whimpers.

He lifted up his head to moan aloud when Crawford started to fingerfuck him, lube-slicked digits worked inside the crack of his ass smoothly as Aya opened up easily. But that was not the best yet, not until Crawford rubbed his fingertips across the sweetspot and he blurted, “Oh gods! Yessss… yes… again…”

And Crawford just had to reward him with some more thorough rubs that resulted in louder moans.

“Sh, be quiet.” Crawford moved over to whisper in Aya’s ear. “You’ll disturb the whole hotel.”

“Fuck off!”

“I will.” Crawford kissed the nape of Aya’s neck. “I will. You just have to be patient a little bit because there is a little guy who needs my attention now.”

Aya yelped as Crawford’s fingers closed around his erection. Crawford released it as quickly as he took it.

“You don’t like it?” he teased, fingers now tracing a path to Aya’s left nipple.

“Stop…,”Aya gritted his teeth, trying to talk normally while Crawford was toying with his nipples, making them hard and erect, driving him insane with passion, “teasing… just… nggghhh.. do it already…”

Not that Crawford needed the encouragement. He was so hard and everytime the head of his erection brushed against Aya’s skin, he thought he would burst with come. Only his amazing self-control, which he was very proud of, kept him from embarrassing himself. He was, afterall, always the winner.

But then, why did he need to hang onto his self control so badly like this? This was not an exercise, not a situation he had to keep… under control. This was a situation where he needed to relax, wind up and release the tension.

Just because he did it with the Abyssinian of Weiss didn’t make it any different.

Ah, Abyssinian of Weiss…

How lovely to have the Weiss leader writhing beneath him like this…

Crawford took a deep breath and positioned the head of his erection at Aya’s opening. Now his hands gripping Aya’s hips hard, he pushed his way home. Even as he was going inch by inch, Aya shoved his hips backwards to quicken the process. He let out a sigh as he paused when he was completely inside Aya. The feel of being sheathed inside the tight passage never failed to overwhelm him.

“Move…,” Aya moaned. “Move, Crawford. Fast and hard.”

“I know,” Crawford murmured, draping his arms around Aya’s waist, one hand took the neglected erection again.

“Don’t talk sweet to me,” snapped Aya impatiently.

“I don’t.” Crawford began stroking Aya, drawing soft mewls to escape Aya’s lips.

But frankly, it was difficult not to feel somewhat soft after spending nights after nights seeking comforts and satisfaction from each other. Well, maybe not comforts, but definitely satisfaction. Crawford had learned that in that department, if he didn’t care about his partner’s comforts, he couldn’t get satisfied as well. Because, again, this was not a game for power or strength.

This was a game where all participants lose. To their desire.

He knew Aya felt the same thing, only Aya would never admit it. Aya had spent a long time steeling his feeling with guilt and masking his need with coldness, he was unable to do otherwise.

Old habits died hard, and Crawford was not going to change that. Not his concern the slightest.

He started to move slowly, but making sure that each time he rubbed across the sweetspot, just to hear the moans he so loved to hear. Aya’s cock felt just right in his fingers, hard but silky, hot but smooth. For a cold martial artist, Aya had his cock as his biggest traitor, for it was also very sensitive. If Crawford didn’t press the right spot just under the head from time to time, Aya would have already come several times.

But Crawford could not let that happen. He had found out that the reward of the little trick was beyond words.

He gradually picked up his pace, thrusting deeper until his balls, taught and hard, rested against Aya’s ass. Aya rocked him in matching pace, each time getting more and more desperate from Crawford’s torture over his sex. Crawford could feel it in his hand, throbbing and getting hotter and hotter.

Crawford groaned sharply when finally he felt Aya’s muscle clenched tightly around him.

So tight.

So hot.

Just a little bit more.

A few strokes later, Aya’s orgasm, accompanied by loud cry, shook him so hard, he thought he got a heart attack. His vision whitened, his senses numbed and next thing he knew, he was spurting semen so forcefully to flood Aya with.

Aya fell on the bed, panting hard, beads of sweats trickled like raindrops, wetting the sheet along with his come.

Crawford managed to hang on although he felt his knees so weak as if they had turned into sponge. Once he was calm enough, he slid out carefully and shifted to Aya’s side.

Several minutes later, Aya was still lying face down, shoulders moved up and down in short intervals, as if he was still fighting the aftershock of his orgasm. He didn’t budge even when Crawford ran his palm along the beautiful back, to help him calm down.

“I’m going to the bathroom,” said Crawford after feeling Aya had not trembled so hard anymore.

Aya only nodded.

Crawford took his dear time in his bathroom although what he really needed to do was using the toilet and cleaned his spent cock. He turned the tap of the washbasin to the maximum, the sound of running water filled the bathroom, preventing him from hearing anything from outside.

When he got out, wrapped in towel around his waist, Aya was still in the bed. Not panting anymore, not lying face down anymore. As soon as he saw Crawford coming out, he got out of the bed. “I’ll use the bathroom,” he announced.

It was another game. They never spent time after sex together. Sometimes Aya left while he was in the bathroom, or sleeping. Sometimes it was the other way around.

Except that, this time, Crawford did not feel like leaving.

The room had been paid for anyway and it would be nice to enjoy some quality moments away from his teammates.

Even when it was with Aya.

Crawford picked up his pants from the floor, rummaged through the pocket to find his cigarette. Lighting one, he went sit down at the edge of the bed. Aya took an awful long time in the bathroom and Crawford could hear the deafening sound of water running from behind closed door.

He squinted his eyes to see a startled and naked Aya as the redhead emerged from the bathroom.

“What? Not expecting me here?”

“No, not at all.” Aya shook his head.

Crawford blew some rings of smoke.

Aya got on the bed again, lying on his back.

“Second round?” Crawford heard himself offer.

“I wanna sleep first,” replied Aya.

“Okay.” Crawford shrugged and crushed the half smoked cigarette in the ashtray.

Yanking the towel off, he moved to lie on the bed. Aya shifted to drape his body over Crawford’s left side. He slipped his left leg under Crawford’s right one, placing his left arm across Crawford’s chest.

Crawford snaked his left arm around Aya’s waist.

Entangled that way, they would know if the other decided to leave while they were sleeping.

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