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彼のバラ色の人生 / His Rosy-Colored Life

[yaneul]

AOI. ​​

Ice glazed eyes watched the human equivalent of a puppy dog bustle around. His hands subconsciously moved a circle for ‘O’ and a swift ‘K’ agreeing to his …. To Yana’a offer. In the coils of his loneliness Aoi had patiently waited all day for the construction worker to return to their den…it …. hurt when he was gone hurt when he was away, but seeing him here….it also pulled at his heart strings in a  way he could not describe 

“gotcha!” he beamed. he quickly washed his hands and then grabbed some of the turnips he’d brought home from the market the other day. he also made sure to rinse them so they didn’t have any dirt leftover. “would you like to join me?” he asked, turning over to look to aoi. he then realized his lip movements were not very visible to the other and quickly attempted to sign the words, “join?” 

[yaneul]

yana walked into the house, almost immediately grabbing a white rag from the kitchen counter to pat down his forehead and neck. “hi!” he excitedly greeted aoi who was settled in the bed. “shall i make you some lunch?” he offered through ragged breath, still exhausted from work. however, the thought of cooking something for aoi felt like such a relaxing activity to focus on after his long day. // @z0yne​

[yaneul]

i also made a duo-blog with @z0yne based off of achilles & patroclus; so give it a follow if you’d like to interact— @pxtro-clxs​ !  ( about / rules ) 

[yaneul]

AI.​

The other only smiled as they worked the length more slowly. Nesting their face between their lover’s thighs, lips parting as warm breath graced him. With each flick and bobbing motion Ai elicited rapture, a warm wash should be taking him by now- enveloping his person so that he could only feel the pleasure. Ai wanted him to feel pleasure. Wanted him to know how important he was- it was a both inherently selfish and entirely selfless of them. ‘let me care for you tonight’ They nip at tanned skin, kissing him tenderly working up and down in rhythm with their hand. 

yana’s length was twitching & raising upwards from the mere pleasure of it all, while his back rested against the white drywall. ai meant everything to him, and them seeing him this  VULNERABLE  felt so terrifying yet so comforting. however, whenever his eyesight faded all he could see was the empty grey walls of  that man’s  house, and how he felt so  little  in them. in midst heavy breaths, yana asked meekly, “c-could we try something.. else?” tears were beginning to collect in his eyelids. 

[yaneul]

stranger. 

Once he was truly satisfied sucking the other’s chest he started moving lower, leading his trail of kissing, down down down, till he reached the hem of his pants, undoing them with a flick of his thumb and swish of his wrist he slipped skillful fingers under the hem of his boxers. Giving them a rough tug, fully exposing the other’s - source of pleasure. 

something in yana snapped when that  LINE  was crossed.  please, not again.  he didn’t want this to be his first time... again.  yana quickly sat up and firmly pushed cinhel away from himself. “i’m sorry,” he apologized before redoing his clothing and heading to the door. that part of him down there being... visible... felt so extremely  uncomfortable. 

[undismay]

[yaneul]

stanger. 

ah~ there is was the response he wanted. With his free hand the strawberry pulled Yana’s shirt all the way up, using it to secure the other’s hands above his head. Nice and tidy, showily he began leading s trail of kisses and licks down his abdomen, urging the other to elicited moans of unwanted satisfaction.

yana’s white shirt formed a make-shift  NOOSE  around his wrists, tethering him against the bed while cinhel began licking and kissing down his abdomen. yana’s breath turned raspier from  distress  while his legs and abdominal muscles twitched. he felt like his vision was going blurry. he shouldn’t be here. if only it could stop already. he was so much bigger and stronger physically, yet, he was in cinhel’s mercy. 

[yaneul]

stranger.

Ignoring the other’s words Chinel leans in pushing an unwanted sultry kiss onto him. His hands slipping under Yana’s shirt to search for tender nipples. “Tell me this doesn’t feel good Yana, dont you want your first to be with someone who knows what he’s doing.” 

“mmph,”  yana’s eyes were shut close, body stiffening while the other slid under his clothing like a snake in  DISGUISE  to feel the tips of his nipples. “ah, please—” his body was reacting on its own, sending jolts through his muscles.  he didn’t want this.  “no...” he replied, his cheeks flooded in embarrassment while eyes remained closed. 

[yaneul]

stranger.

“hm?” He’s confused, pausing monetarily. “What does that have to do with anything.” Slowly he leanings in now straddling the stranger, hips pressing against hips. “Let me just make you feel good, then you can forget me.”

dear  LORD,  how did he get into this situation? he was only passing by the local market to grab some  insecticide  for the house, and now all of a sudden... he’s on the a with a man he doesn’t know on his  lap.  “i think you got the wrong idea,” yana manages to say, “i’m not trying to...  get with  anyone.” at least, not someone he didn’t... love & care for. 

[yaneul]

stranger.

“Dont get cold feet now~” He walks to wards the other, pushing him closer and closer to the bed, backing him up so he’d be cornered with no where to go but the mattress. 

“wait a second—!” yana tries to interject however only to  FAIL  since the pink-haired man was already  inches  away from him on the mattress of the cheap hotel room, “i don’t know you—” 

[yaneul]

stranger.

“Too late for second thoughts.” Chinel says closing the door behind them. “First times are special and I intend to make yours last for a life time.” His own first time was gone to him a blur of screams and blackouts. Maybe that’s what motivated his to change things for this stranger 

“WAH—!!” this was  NOT  dinner. “i-i- sorry- uhm, you have the  wrong  idea,” he stutters, a heavy blush coating over his face. he’d never been in a situation like this before. 

[yaneul]

on less surprising news: poverty struck man gets taken advantage of by a common whore. 

[yaneul]

stranger.

With a hum and a buzz the lively Chinel shuffles towards a building tall and large. Follow me it’s just right up these stairs and to the left, as the two walk the strawberry head pulls out a room key unlocked the hotel door. “It’s just right in here.”

this was beginning to feel  INCORRECT. he thought he was being taken out to... dinner.  isn’t that what a “treat” meant? “um, on second thoughts—” it was too late for that now, yana. 

[yaneul]

stranger.

“Y-your first kiss?” He pauses stunned, surprised and a little guilty. Oh shit… No wonder he seemed so stunned. “Im sorry let me make it up to you ok? My treat.”

“i- uh,”  shit,  this was difficult. in one hand he didn’t want to cause this person to feel guilty, but on the other hand... he did  STEAL  his first kiss and he was going to go hungry tonight since he couldn’t afford to buy anything for dinner. “alright.”  he gave in. 

[yaneul]

stranger.

Chinel pulls back a little? “hey are you feeling alright?” why was this guys so- …. weird? “Dude…” He’s seriously concerned, had his kissing been so good it broken the guy’s mind and sent him straight to the aforementioned heaven itself? 

“that was...” yana begins, hands reaching up to his lips, trying to accept his new  REALITY,  “...my  first kiss.”  he couldn’t really tell if it was  GOOD  or  BAD... just strange. 

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stranger.

Sultry eyes look up, a smile clear as day. “too stunned to speak baby? should I fish around in that sweet mouth of yours and pull the  words out myself.”

how could  ANYONE  see the look on his face and believe he was  ecstatic?  he was in fact  grieving  his romantic fantasies of sharing his first  KISS  with someone he loved &  cherished.  he didn’t even  KNOW  this... man.