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Training	By : Artemick Category: Yuyu Hakusho > Yaoi - Male/Male > Kurama/Kuwabara Views: 3307 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Training
- 2-One Minute Rounds
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Kurama stared at me. Then he wiped the corner of his mouth and took his lapels in hand. He swung, twisted out of the pajama shirt. His nipples led, bright points, then his armor-like shoulders as round as turtleshells, and slim fit arms. He was functional, not beautiful, but that compact efficient strength was breathtaking.

I wanted my hands on his waist, and said so.

He stopped, the shirt hanging around his wrists. He scratched at his nails. “This won’t affect us later? This is just for tonight.”

“Totally. I’ll pretend it never happened. Although if it’s good, maybe we renegotiate?”

“No. I don’t want to be involved with a teammate.”

I could hear his voice tremble. I clapped a hand on his cheek, grinning. “Hey. I don’t deserve you. Just have a little fun on me.”

Kurama sighed and slipped the shirt off his wrists, dropping it in a heap. “I don’t like…this kind of short engagement. I usually take a lover for a long time, so that we can learn to please one another.”

“I’m a good student, Sensei,” I said, spreading my legs wide. It was a feral display, but I liked to intimidate him.

Kurama hesistated.

“Come here,” I motioned. “Let’s just – feel around for a bit. You can lick anything you want. You do what you want to me for a whole minute and I won’t do a thing.”

“A minute?”

“Slave for a minute, promise. You don’t have to take the pants off, even.”

He walked between my legs. Then, slowly, he stepped over my thighs and lowered himself down until he was sitting in my lap.

Kurama chewed his lower lip, staring at me. Big green eyes. I kissed him and he took it on the cheek, turning. Then he lay his arms around my neck.

He ground his hips in circles over my cock as it lay pressed against my stomach. I could feel his genitals under the fabric, like ripe fresh groceries shifting hidden inside a bag. He rolled, then pushed in tight round forceful pumps. I groaned, pleased.

He seemed surprised.

Then intoxicated. He dove into my mouth with his tongue, nimble as water, his hand winding into my hair. The other snuck around, catching my nipple between the flat side of two fingers. He kissed me, loose and depthless, a sick pure intensity like deep void.

He bounced; I loved it. I wanted to stick my finger in his ass, make him squeal and thrust forward, but I didn’t.

“Thirty seconds,” I said.

He wormed against me, our chests rubbing, our nipples like marbles between us.

Without fanfare, he took out my elbow so that I fell to my back, and he kept bouncing, bouncing, like he were riding a runaway horse, pounding against the ground. My scrotum slapped up and down as if we were bare backing.

He paused. Placing his hands one the skin of each hip, he pushed his fingers along, under the waist of his pajama pants. His thumbs caught and he pulled the cloth down a few inches until he sprung free. His cock jutted out perfectly straight like an anatomy figure in a book. It was straight and narrow compared to my monster, which was as amorphous as melting ice, which curled and listed left.

Kurama drew his hand down himself quickly, until it stood nearly skyward. He gave it a quick rub underneath, rough as petting a dog, and pressed it to me. He was ready to go at it again clean this time, skin on skin.

I grabbed his arm, then his cock. “One minute’s up.”

“Kuwabara!” he pleaded. “No – “

“Hu-ush. Look at this toy,” I drew my fingers along his erection and examined it. “Six and a half? Seven.”

“No, just…normal.”

“It suits you.” I rolled his cock between my thumb and fore finger. “You got me too excited, Coach.”

“L-let go…”

“Like having a leprechaun by the beard,” I said, realizing he wouldn’t risk a fast dart away with his cock in my hands. I resolved to hang on. “Now. Now.”

“What?”

“Now a minute is over. And it’s my turn?”

His lips trembled. He looked for an escape. “We didn’t agree on turns – “

No, I thought, taking a finger and turning his chin back to me. No escape. You want it. “My turn, it’s only fair – “

“No.”

“My turn,” I went on, insisting. “To do whatever I want with you for one minute.”

The sound of my words fell into Kurama’s eyes like a stone into a still pool, waking it. Like the round disk of expanding ripples on a disturbed surface, Kurama’s pupils widened, thick and black. The green iris seemed brighter, like the new leaves in spring, in a tense open ring edging the black like an owl.

“G…get off.” Kurama licked his lips.

I took stock of his sudden blush. Ginger myself, I know how thin our skin is. Kurama was cream compared to his own blemished skin – veins showing through like the skin of a cave fish – but I knew where to look.

Besides his arousal, tinged brick red and dark, Kurama’s lips were moist as torn open fruit. His eyes were outlined in pink as though he were about to weep. His nose and cheeks were sunkissed. Fingertips, nipples and feet, everything had a blush to it, as though he were a pale flower stained at the extremities with bloody touches.

I stated, “It’s fair. You took your turn. If you want to stop, after I finish, don’t touch me. Then we’ll stop.”

“Don’t be angry...”

“I’m not. But I’m taking my minute.” I put a hand on the small of his back. I slid down, under the crimped and gathered waist of the pajamas. I got a good handful of his ass and squeezed.

Kurama rolled against me, groaned through tightly closed lips.

I shifted and rubbed my third finger along the cleft of my training coach’s ass. He trembled. I prodded lazily.

Kurama put his arms around my neck. He reacted to each touch, inhaling and twisting to the side or jumping slightly forward.

I tried to hook his eyes and hold them permanently like a linked chain between us, but Kurama kept looking away, hiding, only coming back for awkward, accidental moments. It was enough encouragement.

I pressed up without entering Kurama’s body – I couldn’t, wouldn’t do that. Not now when I was coercing him, bullying him. I wasn’t a boy scout. I’d force myself on someone to an extent. Someone had to move the ball down the field. But that, I wouldn’t do till he cried out for it.

I looked down and began drawing his fingertips up Kurama’s cock, charming it straight and high. The fox whined, wordless and soft.

I licked my thumb, like I was ready to turn a page. Bringing my hand back to his sweet cock, I rubbed the head. A blurt of pre-cum oozed out like a hiccup, like a breath, and I rubbed it over the head with his thumb. “Like that?”

“No…”

“Has it been a minute?” I asked, pausing.

“No, no,” Kurama shook his head. He licked his lips, green eyes up for a moment.

I smiled. “Just let me know when to stop.”

The fox took hours. I had to be gentle. Neither of us had any kind of preparation. We hadn’t expected to need it. I’d had no thoughts, expectation or fantasy, that this elegant and cruel teacher would submit to my hands. As for Kurama, he seemed so curious about sex and yet unwilling to let its pursuit distract him that I doubted he’d ever held a condom. I could not speak for his thoughts, but I suspect that however explicit Kurama’s dreams got, the fox woke and took a shower afterwards, without following it further.

Yet here in my arms, he strained.

“Turn around,” I said. “My hand’s cramping.”

“No, no – “

I squeezed his scrotum, pulsing and teasing until Kurama cried out and sobbed. His gasps thrust out his nipples and ass, deforming his body into an ‘S’ pose like a pin-up poster star.

“I want you to feel my cock against you,” I growled, to make Kurama focus and come.

Kurama shuddered. I knew my voice was low enough to burn him, a deep gravel like the ocean churning pebbles on a new beach. Hopefully it would be enough to make his cock weep and dribble.

Kurama let me guide and throw his limbs until he faced away.

I drew my nose along the fox’s neck, inhaling. The skin had a sweetness under the sweat, and there was the tang of shampoo. I forgot my rush and nibbled.

Kurama’s hips pistoned forward. “I love that,” he whispered, confiding. “Teeth. Not hard. On my neck and shoulders. I love it.”

With the single-minded focus of a dog cleaning up a bowl of meat sauce, I set to eating Kurama alive, sucking and scraping, gnawing and kissing.

The fox grabbed my knees and pounded forward into my fist. Then he shoved back to rub hard against my cock, jutting out behind him.

I was on edge. If I hadn’t been so distracted tilting Kurama’s head in order to reach the softer, more tender front of his neck, I might have enjoyed the slap of the white buttocks against my abdomen. Kurama was using my pelvis like a penetrating trampoline.

But I was focused. I barely felt Kurama grab my wrist and guide my fist tighter around his cock and closer to the base.

Kurama’s movements became less exertive, shorter faster thrusts.

Then the tension in his groin ruptured like a dam; the pressure became hard and close enough to tip the wave, and Kurama rode it, rode it, rode it, spewing white wet lace over the crossed soles of my feet.

I held my spent fox for a bit, until the orgasm finished, the shaking and thrusting slowed. Kurama groaned happily, reaching back to loop his arm around my head.

My cock shivered, blood beating and making it throb, pressed between them.

The fox pressed back against it. “You next?”

I kissed the corner of his mouth. “You’re fucking joking.”

“Oh. I can wait.”

“I can’t. Do me.”

Picking our bodies apart. Kurama crawled around to face me. He helped me spread my legs. Then he lay down on his stomach.

His feet kicked up, bending at the knee. He looked like a kid, lying on grass in the summer to read. He pushed on, wedging his arm beneath him and reaching out to focus on my cock. He held it like a cigarette, delicate and intent to close his lips daintily on it and suck in long drags.

I shouted. My knees were half drawn up, feet stiff at curt right angles, toes squeezed.

I had my hand on Kurama’s ponytail, tugging it to pull him off and then pushing the heel on my hand on the back of his skull to encourage his mouth to return. His hair was silky under my touch.

We were having an unspoken argument about the hair. I’d yanked it down in the throws of passion to tug on, to leash the fox’s mouth. Each time I ripped off the band though, a few instants later, red hair would be ironed in hot and sticky strands all over the fox’s face and neck. Kurama would stop, pull all his hair back, leaving nail scratches on his white skin, and put the hair band back on.

Then I would wait and pull it off again.

Finally I started to and Kurama grabbed my hand, bending the fingers back.

“Yow!”

He looked up, slurping off the head of my cock, and licked his lips. “Please refrain from doing that.”

I head that terse, respectful irritation and reconciled the two Kuramas I knew – the ally that impressed and frightened me and the lust sopped body that thrilled me tonight. The two came together with a slap like crashing waves, shaking me to the core.

I cried out, my arms giving out. I fell back. Streamers of milky cum sprayed, wrenched out of me. Kurama yelped as it caught his chin and drew a line up his face like a flourished signature.

Because of my natural curve, I like to think that I have an advantage in doggie style, with one knee lifted.

Fitting my cock into the small body had been excruciating for us; we’d stopped and I massaged him, held him, threatened him with lovely and ravishing things until Kurama had forgotten the pain and was ready to be filled. Then, incredibly slowly and well-warned and spat on, I fed myself in.

“Stay there, just stay there,” Kurama had groaned. “Oh. Stay there forever.”

The tight outer ring fluttered against me. I panted, straining to hold still. I tried the rub designs out on Kurama’s back. Kurama’s breathing grew less pained, and he began to massage his recovering cock.

Slowly, the fox relaxed.

“How do I do this?” I asked, wanting directions.

“I don’t know,” Kurama answered, breathless. “It’s already pressing on me.”

I bent over. I thrust gently, concentrating on rocking down. I lay over Kurama’s braced back and wrapped my hand over his chest, catching his nipple in my fingertips. I held him to my chest, then pulled back, rearing bringing Kurama up on his knees, as if we were one body.

“You feel that in you?” I asked, trying to listen to his ki. I pinched the fox’s nipple in short pulses.

It made a flash in the fox’s energy, like seeing a fish surface and flip around.

I listened.

Kurama was tight, maybe interested, but still reluctant to be the ‘bitch’ of the situation.

I understood the sentiment.

“Thank you,” I said, voice reverberating through the fox’s nerves. “It’s an honor to touch you.”

“Don’t be maudlin,” Kurama warned.

“Tell me if it hurts.”

Kurama whispered, “No.”

I rubbed the front of Kurama’s body. “I want you to like it. I want you to shake apart liking it.”

“No, it doesn’t hurt.”

I sighed and pulled out, despite Kurama’s protests. “There’s plenty of minutes tomorrow.”

The fox whipped up to his feet, angry and silent. He started to grab his pajamas, but then his eyes lit on his bag. He pounced on it and yanked out a bottle of suntan lotion. He said hoarsely, “I didn’t want to interrupt after you were in, but that will work if we have to.”

I cheered, unscrewing the top. “You crazy dog!”

I whitened my hands and waved my fingers at Kurama like a lecherous monster. The fox laughed, collapsing onto his back and spreading his legs with a grin. He pretended to try to get away as I left sloppy handprints up his legs and stomach, pretending to maul him like a slippery clawed beast. Finally, I grabbed his ankles and yanked him over the carpet, burning his ass red.

Kurama put his finger to his lips. I paused. “What?”

He looked at his wrist, like he were checking the time. “Okay, go!”

“Crazy.” I kissed him, plain, tongueless. I was trying to focus, below.

I slipped my fingers in slowly, going by the book. My playmate squirmed and complained at the cold, the slime. But he was smiling, and once I slid inside, he was keening. I lifted his leg again, firmly slipping my curling, left leaning horn of a cock in and out. Kurama got some sunscreen on his hands and jerked off, but soon stopped in favor of trying to hang onto the carpet and keep from falling off the world.

“That’s it, that’s it – “

I smirked, finally satisfied. I could keep up this near-orgasm for forty more minutes and intended to, imagining Kurama’s tortured astonishment when he was still trapped in this pleasure.

After a long time of “That’s it,” and ineffective cursing, I joked, “Is my minute up?”

Kurama’s eyes flashed cold fury, and he said without bluff or joke, “I will hurt you, badly, if you take this pleasure from me now. I won’t be teased.”

“So…thirty seconds?”

“You think you’re – oh – s-safe around me, but antagonize me or pause and you’ll s-see – “

“I won’t pause.” I thrust in and out with the rhythm of a heartbeat, ready to die before stopping. And what a good way to go, I thought. “Count on me, Kurama.”

“Y-you never listen to me – “

“I listen to you. I listen - hard.” I left it in for a second, chuckling.

“I…asked you n-not to do this. N-not t-to start this – “ he broke off, wailing. His full cock rocked between our stomachs.

I took a minute to lick my fingers and rub them up and down the head of his cock. “Good boy.”

“S…stop it. Kuwabara. Don’t – “ he thrashed, back arching to thrust up. His legs spread even further, knees pulling up as if to draw me further in. “It’s too much – “

“Nah.” I watched his smile, the way his fingers tangled in his red hair and the way he didn’t open his eyes but for a crease. “You love falling to pieces like this.”

“No. No no no…”

“You want me to stop?”

Kurama’s grin was instant, caught in his lovely bluffing protest. “Yes, oh yes, Kuwabara. Stop me.”

“Never. I’ll be in you until the end of time. Fuck the tournament.” I paused, teasing the sweet face with my lips. I’d had never seen Kurama make that expression before.

It shifted quickly, as Kurama winced, deprived of the deep throbbing pressure. He hooked his heels on my thighs and shoved with his hands, thrusting down.

I made him hold still and carried him to the bed, after. I called it tribute, but I just wanted to handle the fox’s heat soaked body once more as I helped slid his pajamas back on. Kurama lifted his ass and arms like a child, letting himself be dressed.

I put out the light and set the clock for six, as Kurama asked, and climbed in behind him. “It’ll be an early morning for you.”

“I know. Better to get back on schedule though.”

He said it, but he pushed back, nestling into the curve of my body. I felt instantly warm, like I were lying in sunlight.

I grinned and held him. “You can fuck me tomorrow.”

“No thank you,” Kurama murmured. He took my hand and pulled it around, settling it on his chest. I felt the fingertip of my index finger laying on his nipple. “Definitely not. I don’t get involved with teammates.”

“No, right,” I assured him. I licked the back of the fox’s neck. "Mm."

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