| Pajama Party |
| Part VII |
| Darien held Yaoi's slender body close as he stroked the proud soldier, standing at attention. Yaoi moaned and snuggled closer to him. There's something missing, Darien thought. With sudden clarity, he realized what was missing. He pulled slightly away from Yaoi and started the engine. "Wait just a minute," Darien begged him. His cock was throbbing again, too; but a dark alley wasn't the place. Not for what he had in mind... While Yaoi whimpered slightly, Darien parked his car. "Now?" he pleaded. "Hang on," said Darien. He helped Yaoi straighten out his clothes, and then straightened his own clothes. He couldn't close the zipper of his pants, so he let his shirttails hang loose, hoping the ends would hide his erection from nosy neighbors. Darien helped Yaoi out of his car. They went to Darien's apartment. Since everyone was still at work, the hall was empty. Darien unlocked his apartment door and left it ajar. He heard Yaoi gasp when he picked Yaoi up off the floor, to carry him over the apartment's threshold. Still holding Yaoi close to his chest, he kicked the door shut behind them. Then, he gave Yaoi an unhurried, searching kiss. His tongue searched Yaoi's mouth, flicking around, exploring his mouth and throat. Moving in and out... Yaoi moaned. His arms moved around Darien's head. He tangled his fingers in Darien's hair. Darien could hardly breathe. He moved his head back for a moment, looking into Yaoi's beautiful, dark eyes. They weren't quite focused: Yaoi was losing himself to the passion, too. Something felt just so right, so� perfect... about this. He carried Yaoi to the couch. Teasing Yaoi's throat with his lips, he lowered Yaoi to the couch, draping his body across the cushions. Yaoi pulled Darien down after him, his own tongue finding Darien's. As the two embraced, Yaoi unbuttoned Darien's shirt, teasing the hard, sensitive nipples that were hidden by it. His hands playfully circled the nipples. His lips teased a path across Darien's cheek. Yaoi's mouth found Darien's earlobe. He gently teased it with his tongue, and grazed it with his teeth. Yaoi's gentle hands unfastened Darien's pants, and he stroked Darien's erection. Then, withdrawing his hand, he slightly bent one knee, so his leg would press against Darien's erection. Darien gasped. His hips involuntarily bucked against Yaoi's knee. His body tingled. Bracing himself on one hand, his other hand opened fumbled with Yaoi's clothing. After a short time, they were both naked. Darien saw Yaoi's erect soldier in its full glory, standing on parade, at full attention. Smiling, he stroked its full length. His lips caressed Yaoi's cheek. Yaoi gasped, squirming. He wasn't speaking; Darien understood that, because of the intensity, the urgency, of his own need. He withdrew for a moment, going to the bathroom, returning with lotion. Sitting Yaoi on his lap, he poured some of the lotion into his hands and rubbed them together. Then, kissing Yaoi again, his hands gently massaged Yaoi's supple body. Yaoi moaned and writhed, gasping. Darien smiled through his kiss. His fingers traced delicate patterns, tickling their way down to the base of Yaoi's proud, twelve-inch soldier. He began to massage Yaoi's erection, beginning slowly at the base, and moving his way up. His gentle strokes seemed to make the soldier even firmer and wider. Darien was enjoying Yaoi's arousal. It increased his own. He took a moment to stroke himself to full erection. "Please," Yaoi pleased. He begged Darien for attention. Darien gently turned Yaoi over and, when Yaoi was on all fours, sheathed his own sword in Yaoi's scabbard. He sat Yaoi on his lap again. He bucked his hips, thrusting, and stroked both Yaoi's hair and his cock. Yaoi moaned, meeting Darien's thrusts, until Darien exploded. Yaoi was close, but not finished. But he was well oiled. "Do it," Darien said. He was still excited by what he saw. He wondered how Yaoi's cock would feel, inside him. "I-I don't want to hurt you," Yaoi choked out. He threw his arms around Darien's neck, crying. Darien smiled, kissing the top of Yaoi's head. "As long as I'm a willing partner, it shouldn't hurt me too much. Did it hurt you?" asked Darien. "Trust me." He gently guided Yaoi's cock to his own asshole. He teased it, running its head gently around his hole. God, that felt good.... When Yaoi started pushing in, Darien moaned. He hesitated. "I don't want to hurt you," he said, crying. "You won't, trust me," said Darien. He wriggled his hips a little, wriggling his ass against Yaoi's hips. Yaoi moaned, involuntarily inserting as much of his length as he could into Darien's asshole. Darien moaned, and pushed back against Yaoi's hips, until the full length of Yaoi's erection nested there. Yaoi moaned. He shivered. His hips started thrusting. Darien moaned, squirming. Their balls, bouncing together, gave Darien a more intense erection. Yaoi's free hand lingered on Darien's erection. His body trembled. He throbbed with desire. Yaoi screamed as the last of his wad exploded into Darien. He didn't withdraw right away, though, because he was still half-erect� The two young men reached their pinnacle and beyond. Darien's couch was sticky with sweat and with cum. Boy, Yaoi had a lot of stamina, thought Darien. He wriggled his hips slightly, and Yaoi moaned, thrusting even harder as his soldier rapidly fought to stand at attention again. They both came again, and screamed because of the intensity. A knock came on the door. "Darien, are you all right Andrew's voice came from the other side of the door. |