Slice of Life
Pieces and Parts
Aoshi was obsessed with Shinta's ass.
Granted, he loved the hair. It was a warm silk shroud over his loins when Shinta went down on him. It was a dark cloud spread over their bed when Aoshi was inside Shinta's body. It was long, trailing over Shinta's shoulders, down his back, and swaying across his hips as he walked. His hair was a luxuriant weight in Aoshi's hands when they bathed together. When they kissed, Shinta's hair ran easily and smoothly through Aoshi's fingers. When Shinta straddled Aoshi's hips and rode him, the hair was a thing to pull on, to demand kisses and other attentions, because Shinta just felt so damn good.
And yes, Aoshi loved Shinta's eyes. They were warm for him in a way that no other eyes had ever been, and Shinta never looked at anyone else that way. They were violet pools that Aoshi drowned in on a regular basis. Sometimes, he had silly little dreams about Shinta and hordes of children with red hair and sparkling purple eyes. Silly, silly dreams. Children would mean one of them dallying with a woman, and the thought made Aoshi slightly ill. No, he was Shinta's, and Shinta was Aoshi's, and that's all there was.
Shinta's ass, though . . . It wasn't a purely sexual obsession, but it was damn close. Shinta's ass was a tight small thing. Shinta was divine when he spread his legs and let Aoshi do things with it--lick, slip his fingers inside, fuck. Shinta's ass was pert ad round and soft when the boy relaxed. After they made love, Aoshi would massage it, hoping to relieve any lingering soreness.
The thought that maybe there was no soreness was partly comforting, partly painful. Comforting that Shinta did not suffer for his sake, painful because of why. So many, many men had used his Shinta. Some many men had touched the body that Aoshi adored and cherished; they had touched him from the inside and fucked him so often that Aoshi hardly had to stretch him at all. When Aoshi thought of it, he was filled with a purely territorial surge. He wanted to pull Shinta into his lap and not let anyone so much as look at him. Shinta had been a lot of things before Aoshi had found him, but now he was just Shinta; just the young man who held Aoshi's heart in two tiny, fragile hands.
"Koi?"
Another thing Aoshi loved about Shinta--his voice. It was high, because he was so small, but he also spoke with a slightly girlish inflection, from habit. Rumi had trained that into him. Aoshi loved to hear little gasping breaths, quiet moans. Not so quiet moans. Flat out screams, Aoshi! Aoshi! Deeper! Ah, Aoshi!
"Koi!"
Aoshi blinked and looked down his chest. Shinta was half-laying on him, face propped up on one tiny hand. His brows were drawn low.
"Aa?"
"What are you thinking about?"
Aoshi smirked, knowing the reaction he would get for this before he even opened his mouth. "Your ass and how much I love you."
Shinta gave him the oddest look. "Atashi mo . . .?"
Aoshi just kissed his forehead.
Shinta's nose wrinkled up. "You're weird, koi," Shinta decided.
"You love me though, don't you?"
Shinta's eyes glowed peculiarly. He wrapped Aoshi's hands in his own; Shinta's hands were too small to cover even one of Aoshi's. "You're the only one I love, koi."
Aoshi freed his hands and they slithered down Shinta's back, through all that glorious hair, to his ass. Shinta' gave him a crooked grin as Aoshi fondled, pinched, cupped, and molded at will.
"Um," Shinta sighed, pressing his face into Aoshi's neck. "That feels good, Aoshi." Shinta's teeth and tongue went to work on Aoshi's throat and ear. He worried the flesh where shoulder met neck long enough to leave a mark. This turned Aoshi on in a mighty way; Shinta very rarely showed such a possessive streak.
Shinta raised one leg up, spreading his thighs wide enough for Aoshi to slip a finger inside. Shinta gasped; his back arched sharply. "In me!" he hissed through clenched teeth.
Aoshi snickered and rolled them over. He kissed Shinta's tightly closed eyelids. "I don't belong anywhere else."
Aoshi spent the next few hours extolling the virtues of Shinta's various body parts--legs, thighs, hands, mouth, nose, cock. Finally, he decided as Aoshi shuddered and flooded Shinta's body a final time, he rather liked the entire thing.
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