Disclaimer: Whatevuh.
Author's Notes: Smutty sequal. Less fluff, more sex. Now with %100 less actual plot. Crappy title because I couldn't think of a good one, so I closed my eyes and picked a random song in my playlist.
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�Are you sure? I thought you just had a bath,� Akira murmured to Hikaru as he stood outside the bathroom door, tying up his long hair into a ponytail. He had on a mischievous smile that seemed out of place on his normally serious face.
�So did you,� Hikaru replied, kissing Akira�s cheek. �Besides, we�re both messy. Maybe I�ll let you scrub my back.� With that, he sauntered inside. Akira happily followed.
Hikaru slipped off his robe and leaned over to turn on the water, thoughtfully giving Akira a perfect view of his naked backside.
�You�re doing that on purpose,� Akira said.
�Payback for teasing me before,� Hikaru said, smiling. Warm water began to fill the tub, and Hikaru tested it with a finger.
�Let it sit for a while,� Akira said, grabbing a scrub brush and some soap.
�Hmm?� Hikaru glanced back just in time to see Akira remove his own robe.
�I wouldn�t want to get the robe wet,� he explained. �Now, sit. I�ll scrub your back.�
�I was kidding,� Hikaru protested weakly.
�I wasn�t,� Akira replied. He gave Hikaru a sideways look. �Now come sit. You�re messy and need some cleaning.�
�Yes sir,� Hikaru said teasingly, settling down on the edge of the tub, his back to Akira.
�Good boy,� Akira breathed into Hikaru�s ear, biting it softly. He pressed his body up close to Hikaru�s and blew on his hair, watching it flow past. Hikaru turned his head slightly and caught Akira�s lips in a kiss.
�How can I wash you if you don�t hold still?� Akira admonished, breaking the kiss. �Now, don�t move.�
He poured a bit of soap onto the brush and began scrubbing circles on Hikaru�s back. He dragged the brush down along Hikaru�s back and then traced the line of soap with his fingers, sweeping them slowly down Hikaru�s spine.
�You�re trying to tease me again, aren�t you?� Hikaru murmured.
�I�m too mature for that. I�m just being methodical about it all,� Akira replied. He shifted position so that he was in front of Hikaru rather than behind. With one hand he reached over Hikaru�s shoulder to scrub the boy�s back while he lowered his head and ran his tongue around one of Hikaru�s nipples. Hikaru shifted a bit and Akira dropped the brush, running his hands over Hikaru�s chest. His right hand was a bit slick with soap, and he rubbed one finger over Hikaru�s other nipple, making it slick with soap. He began to trace a slow circle around it, while he tested the other nipple with his mouth. Akira bit gently on it, coaxing Hikaru�s nipples into hardness....and, from what Akira could tell, other things as well.
Akira moved a bit lower, blowing lightly into Hikaru�s navel, and then crouched down so that he could reach lower areas. He glanced up once at Hikaru and then wrapped his mouth around his lover�s hardened cock.
�Touya!� Hikaru breathed, shuddering. Akira pulled away.
�I said, don�t move,� he murmured.
�That�s not fair,� Hikaru said.
�Well, how can I get you clean if you keep squirming?� Akira returned his attention to Hikaru�s cock. He moved one hand along the base, the other hand playing lightly with Hikaru�s balls. Hikaru bit back a moan and tried his hardest not to move. Akira, he noticed, was positively smirking.
Carefully, Akira put his mouth around Hikaru�s cock and began liking it lightly, getting the head wet with saliva. Hikaru bucked slightly, trying to keep himself from thrusting forward into Akira�s warm mouth.
Akira, meanwhile, seemed oblivious to Hikaru�s struggles. He ran his tongue around the head of Hikaru�s cock, and then, with sudden decision, flicked the sensitive area right under the head with his tongue. Hikaru gasped and a moan escaped his lips. Akira could feel himself growing increasingly harder at the sound of his lover�s pleasure.
Akira continued to run his tongue down Hikaru�s shaft, which was already wet with saliva and pre-cum. Akira then fisted the bottom half of Hikaru�s cock, caressing his lover�s balls with the other hand as he sucked the first few inches of Hikaru�s cock.
�T-Touya,� Hikaru gasped out. His face was red and already covered in sweat. �You�re--ah!--you�re teasing again.�
Akira didn�t reply. The hand on Hikaru�s cock began to move up and down, stroking in time with his mouth. Hikaru gave an involuntary thrust into Akira�s mouth before managing to hold still. Akira�s mouth continued to move in tandem with his quickly stroking hand, feeling Hikaru�s member pulse beneath him. He brought his lips down over his teeth to allow for more pressure as he slid his mouth over Hikaru�s cock. The roughness and pressure of his tongue increased slightly and Hikaru�s breath grew shorter.
�Touya,� he half-moaned, clutching at the sides of the bath.
Akira�s mouth moved faster and Hikaru�s back arched as another moan escaped his lips. He could feel the pleasure building up inside him as Akira�s pace quickened even more, and then with an incoherent cry he came in Akira�s mouth.
Akira swallowed every bit of Hikaru�s come and then sat up and kissed his lover on the mouth.
�How was that?� he whispered huskily.
�T-that was--� Hikaru swallowed hard. �I didn�t know you could do that!�
�I have skills in more things than Go,� Akira reminded him. �But you still look dirty. I think it�s time we took our bath, yes? The water�s getting cold.�
Hikaru could already feel the weariness slipping away, and it was clear that Akira had yet to be pleasured. He smiled.
�Whatever you say.� With that, Hikaru slipped into the water. Akira followed. He slipped behind Hikaru and wrapped his arms around Hikaru�s waist from behind, kissing his neck. One hand remained wrapped around Hikaru as the other moved away under the water and began to finger Hikaru�s ass.
�Are you up to it?� Akira asked when Hikaru gasped, kissing his ear. �If you�re tired I won�t.�
�That wouldn�t be fair,� Hikaru said, turning his head again and kissing Akira on the lips, his tongue mingling with that of his lover. He could taste traces of his own seed in Akira�s mouth. Akira pulled away, kissed Hikaru again just once, lightly, and then thrust inside of him.
Hikaru bit back a cry as Akira began to move gently inside him, pressing him up against the wall of the tub. Hikaru pressed his hands close against the wall for support as Akira stroked his hair and kissed his neck, one arm still wrapped around Hikaru�s waist.
Hikaru heard Akira moan quietly behind him and felt his own cock grow hard again. One hand slipped away from the wall, under the water, and he grasped himself, slowly coaxing his cock into a full erection. After a moment he felt another hand join his as Akira assisted him. Akira�s hand stroked Hikaru�s member in tandem with Hikaru�s own hand, even as he continued to push inside Hikaru.
At that moment Akira struck a point of pleasure inside Hikaru and the other boy found his hand moving faster along his slick cock, and Akira�s hand increased its pace along with Hikaru�s. He began to thrust harder inside, pushing Hikaru up a little closer to the wall. It might have been uncomfortable, but Hikaru was too caught up in his own pleasure to notice, and Akira was aware only of Hikaru�s moaning and his own light breathing and quick thrusts.
�F-faster,� Hikaru said. �Akira, come on, d-don�t tease, you�re--ah!--just a bit faster, okay, just faster, please, Akira--�
Akira couldn�t reply. The hand stroking Hikaru�s cock moved even faster, water splashing up from the movement of his arms. Hikaru�s own hand was flashing up and down his shaft as he struggled desperately to relieve the pressure building up. He felt Akira moving inside him, heard Akira�s breath coming in light gasps, felt Akira�s slick wet skin moving up against his own. Hikaru suddenly cried out and came, and a moment later he heard Akira yell out as well as he emptied himself inside Hikaru.
Breathless and covered in sweat, the two boys sagged against the wall, arms wrapping around each other. Hikaru rested his head on Akira�s shoulder and Akira kissed his hand.
�Was that good?� he asked quietly.
�Perfect.� Hikaru pushed himself closer to Akira. �Ne, Touya...wash my hair next?�