Oral Fascination
by Aimless
He’s doing it again. Why does Yohji have to put everything in his mouth? No one else seems to notice that the irritating blond is always chewing, sucking, or licking something.
Take this morning at breakfast for instance. Here I am enjoying my Miso soup and rice. When Yohji saunters in dressed in only a pair of boxers and a garishly bright purple silk robe. It’s untied and leaves very little to the imagination. I note that his partying the night before has left no evidence on his body. It never fails to amaze me that he is in such good shape when I don’t see him move unless he absolutely has to. Not that I am staring or anything… I have better things to do with my time.
Yohji looks down at me at me and notices my stare. I roll my eyes as he winks. As if I need to waste my morning looking at him. Can I help it if his crotch is nearly at eye level? I ignore him then and concentrate on eating my own food before it gets cold. A few minutes later Yohji sits down at the table with a plate of those horrid waffles that you heat up in the toaster.
I look on in disgust as he proceeds to dump at least half the bottle of syrup on top of the cardboard like squares. I finish my breakfast as I watch Yohji bring the first dripping forkful to his lips. An _expression of sheer pleasure crosses his face as he chews. I can’t take my eyes off the small golden line of syrup that is running down his chin. I have the overwhelming urge to do something I know I’ll regret. The small drip clings for a moment then drops onto his chest. Yohji catches the small amount with his finger and slowly licks it clean. I find it hard to breathe and really need to leave the room.
I hastily stack my dishes in the sink and escape to the hallway. Leaning against the wall I take a moment to regain my composure. Now that I can show my face in the shop without embarrassing myself I enter and look at the list of floral arrangements that need to be made for the day. I get a wide assortment of flowers out of the cooler along with the other supplies I’ll need and take them to my worktable.
I’m mostly done with the first four pieces before Yohji finally decides to make an appearance. He’s dressed today in a pair of torn jeans that ride so low I can see the waist of his crimson colored briefs. There is a rip in the back right at the top of his thigh. I can’t believe he wore those to work. The top is not much better. It’s made of some kind of stretchy fabric that clings to him like a second skin. The shirt does not quite meet his waist and is an eye searing shade of green. He takes his place behind the counter and lounges indolently on the stool. He leans back and props his feet near the cash register.
Sure enough it’s not long before Yohji picks up a fat felt tipped pen that we use to make signs for the front window. After playing with it a few minutes he absently pops the end in his mouth. I watch as he nibbles on the cap and then sucks on the plastic. I wonder if something is wrong with the air-conditioning. It’s gotten uncomfortably hot in the shop. In and out the pen goes. He nibbles, sucks and chews on the writing utensil. I don’t think there is a single pen, pencil, or marker that does not bear his teeth marks.
I pull my eyes from him as the door opens and Omi comes in. He asks me if I have the first deliveries of the day finished. I realize that I have been staring again and not working. I tell him no and he simply looks at me a bit stunned. I usually never slack off but Kudoh is just such a distraction with his odd habits.
Omi helps finish up the flowers, much to my chagrin, and I load them onto the scooter. It’s a slow day and Yohji yawns and stretches. He tells me he’s going right outside for a smoke. It’s a filthy habit and I frown at his declaration. He ignores me as usual and heads out the door.
My eyes are drawn to him again as I watch him light up. He has every move perfected. The flick of the lighter and the bliss on his face as he takes the first drag. Damn him but he even makes smoking look sexy. My eyes are fastened on his lips clamping the end of the cigarette as he enjoys his nicotine fix. I feel a little pull in my groin at each inhalation. His pose is utterly relaxed as he leans against the building.
Damn it! I’ve got work to do and I don’t want to be caught staring again. I totally ignore him this time as he comes back inside right before the afternoon rush. Consisting of a flood of simpering, brainless schoolgirls that are the bane of my existence. They fawn and they squeal and a few have even gone so far as to pinch my ass. Omi had to hold me back from getting my katana. I mean come on four guys working in a flower shop? It screams Gay to me. Even though I’m pretty sure Ken and Yohji are Bi. Omi really has no interest in women. His brief flirtation with girls ended with Ouka’s death. I’ve also seen the way he looks at Ken. Yohji smirks whenever he catches Omi sending Ken adoring glances. Then he teases the poor kid when Ken leaves the room.
I guess I’m just as guilty of staring at a teammate but I don’t have to be happy about it.
Just as I predicted the Koneko is soon overrun with a hoard of over perfumed giggly School girls. As they paw through the flowers and potted plants I seriously consider throwing myself on my sword. Yohji, as usual, is making a nauseating spectacle of himself. He is fairly oozing charm as he flatters and smiles at all the girls. I know this is not the real Yohji Kudoh. I have seen what a caring and generous person he is. Especially where Omi and Ken are concerned. He protects them fiercely and treats them like younger brothers. Sometimes I wonder where I fit in. It’s hard for me to just join them when they go out or decide to hang around and watch movies.
Nevertheless I’m dragged into what ever they plan. The three of them make sure that I don’t isolate myself. I’m prone to fits of depression and I tend to brood a lot. Somehow they’ve gotten under the thick skin I’ve developed to help me cope. I don’t know why I’m so reluctant to admit my feelings for my team. But as Yohji would say… I’m being maudlin again. Another half an hour has crept past and I haven’t even lifted a finger. What’s wrong with me today?
I’ve gotten rather good at ignoring the girls clustered around my table watching me arrange roses in a crystal vase. The salary man waiting to take the flowers home to his wife just spent more on one bouquet than these vapid females spend in a month. Although I do breathe a sigh of relief when Omi returns and they focus their attention on him. The poor young man actually looks a bit panicked as they descend on him like a plague of locusts. Better him than me.
With my distractions down to a minimum I finish up all the arrangements and place the ones that have to go out first thing tomorrow morning in the cooler. The gaggles of giggling girls have gone home and the shop looks like a bomb hit. Flowers lay scattered on the floor and dirt from several spilled pots have been tracked everywhere. Omi pleads homework and Yohji grins as he hands me a broom. It’s his turn to count out the till and add up the days receipts. I sigh and start to sweep. Unlike Ken I make a proper job of it instead of just pushing the mess under the table.
Damn it Yohji is at it again. Since he can’t go outside and smoke he pulls a lollipop out of his back pocket and unwraps the treat. It is bright red and my mouth goes dry as he takes his first lick. His tongue slides over the candy again and again. Then he pops it in his mouth and turns the stick sucking on the lollipop. I totally forget my task as he reaches for the calculator. Needing two hands now Yohji tucks the candy in one cheek absently slurping the cherry flavored sucker. The noise is driving me nuts. Watching him has some rather predictable results and I can’t take it anymore. He has been torturing me all damned week. This latest show makes me lose all sense of reason as I stalk over to the blond.
“Store room Now.” I say as I grab his hand. Either he follows me or he falls flat on his ass as I tug.
He looks very surprised and before I can regret my actions I literally drag him inside and slam the door.
“Aya what?” He starts to ask but I give him no time to protest.
I push him against the wall. “Do you enjoy teasing me? Are you trying to drive me insane? Is that what you were trying to do? Sucking on this, licking that, nibbling on every damned thing you can get your hands on.”
“You were watching me? Why Aya? How come you’re so interested with what I put in my mouth? I don’t hear Ken and Omi protesting. Why does it bother you so much?” There is that smirk again.
I must have taken leave of what little sense I have left because I take the hand still grasped in mine and place it over the bulge in my pants.
“This is why! You damned tease.” I guess I expect him to recoil in disgust or something. So when he slowly strokes along the ridged fabric with both our hands I nearly push him away.
“What do you want me to do Aya?” His low husky voice causes me to shudder.
“I… I want.” I can’t say it. I vowed never to get involved with another team mate after Yuushi. Our fights and messy break up nearly caused the both of us to get killed.
I really shouldn’t. I can get along without sex. I’ve done it for a year now. But God his hand feels good. He’s so attractive in a hedonistic kind of way. Like a too rich dessert that you know is bad for you but you want to devour anyway. Yohji closes the slight distance between us trapping out hands against our combined heat. I can feel he is hard too. He wants this as much as I do.
“Tell me Aya, tell me what you want.” His mouth is so close to mine I can feel his warm cherry scented breath on my lips.
I think I forgot how to breathe as I stare into his emerald green eyes. Somewhere between the shop and the store room he lost the last thing he was sucking on. His lips still gleam with a light red coating. I want to see how he tastes.
“Kiss me?” My confidence has fled in the wake of his devastating smile. The consequences of my actions still try and butt in despite what my body wants. I realize also just how much of my time has been spent over the last several months watching Yohji. I could find myself addicted to him so easily.
I slide my free hand into his golden brown hair. Yohji lets me pull his head down to mine. At the first press of his lips I feel an ache inside me ease that until now I didn’t know the cause. It was loneliness. My tongue brushes across his lips tasting the sweetness there. I nibble at his mouth and he opens and lets me inside. I slide my tongue inside and groan. Cherries and the bitterness of the cigarette he had earlier make me want to delve deeper. His arms creep around my waist and I hold his head in place as I thoroughly explore. His hands stroke my back and finally settle on my ass.
I groan again as he kneads the firm flesh. Yohji is not unaffected by what I’m doing either. Judging by the feel of him against me I’d have to say he’s really glad to be here. I pull away slightly to take in a few gasping breaths. Yohji, ever the opportunist, takes the initiative.
There is not a word spoken between us as he unbuttons my shirt. I’m not sure what there is to say. We know this can’t possibly be good for either one of us. We are too messed up, too wrapped up in our own private vendettas and emotional problems. At the moment I don’t really care. I need this closeness… I need the blond slowly working his way down my body. I just hope he needs me as well.
I shudder when his hands drift down to the zipper of my pants. I swear I can feel each rasping teeth as he slides the pull downwards. He does it so slowly that I want to scream. Yohji kneels in front of me and parts the placket on my jeans. He nuzzles the fabric covering me and I groan. The gentle friction from the silk and the warmth of his breath nearly causes my legs to buckle. I grip the table behind me tightly as he opens his mouth and wets the silk with his tongue. Oh god it feels so good as he traces me through my boxers.
Wet silk rubs against me and I squirm against him. Yohji’s fingers dig into my hips to keep me still. It is torture as he breathes little puffs of air on the damp fabric.
“What do you want me to do Aya?” He stops and deceptively innocent eyes stare up at me.
What do I want him to do? I thought the answer was obvious judging by how hard I am. Damned tease… but I can’t stand it I have to have more. I want what I have been fantasizing about all week to become reality.
“Take me into your mouth.” I whisper then bite my lip as the smirk reappears on his face.
“You want me to suck you off?” I consider killing him now but then I would not get what I wanted… perhaps after. If I have the strength to get my Katana.
“Yes Damnit! Just do it.” Yohji rises up a bit on his knees and unbuttons my shirt.
“Off.” He says as he runs his hands up my stomach. They are slightly rough and the sensation of them on my bare skin causes me to groan again. Somehow I find the presence of mind to remove my shirt. I let it fall carelessly to the floor and gasp as his tongue circles my navel.
His agile mouth sucks on the taut skin of my abdomen leaving a mark. It shows up dark red on my pale skin. Somehow I like the look of it. It makes me feel like I belong to him. He traces the line of dark red hair to where it disappears beneath my waistband.
Yohji’s hands grasp the fabric of my jeans and tug them to my knees taking my boxers down too. I feel my cheeks heat as he sits back a bit to look at my rather obvious erection. Why is he looking at it like that? I start to wonder if there is a problem.
“God Aya you are beautiful. Long and slim and flushed pale pink. I can’t wait to taste you.” I forget how to breathe as he leans in and places a kiss right on the tip.
He rubs his cheek along my cock like a cat marking its territory. Yohji rests his chin against the nest of auburn curls and inhales deeply. The sound of him groaning in appreciation nearly causes me to lose it right then. I feel like a teenager about to have his first orgasm.
“I always knew you were a natural redhead.” He murmurs against my skin. Then looks up at me and winks.
I frown at that comment. “Just get on with it Kudoh.”
“Your wish is my command Aya.” His soft words send a shiver up my spine.
That half smile of his is firmly in place as he reaches into his pocket and pulls out another lollipop. Red again… why am I not surprised? He unwraps the sweet and I wonder what the hell he is up to. Annoyed now at being left with my pants around my ankles with a raging hard on I watch as he pops the sucker into his mouth. He works his tongue around the candy and I wish he was doing that to me.
I swallow audibly as he pulls the wet candy out of his mouth and runs it along my cock leaving a sticky red trail. He swirls it in the moisture gathered at the tip and pops it back into between his lips. After thoroughly moving the candy around in his mouth he once more takes it out.
“Mmmm cherry and essence of Aya… delicious. Now let’s see how it tastes on you.” He licks the cherry line off me and runs the sucker along my cock again.
Slowly he removes every last trace of cherry syrup off me as I whimper. Up and down he brushes the candy along me and follows with his tongue. I am panting as I try not to come yet. I want more. I want his whole mouth on me as I grip his hair and thrust into that warm haven.
“Yohji… please.” I gasp as the sucker is dragged over my balls. He takes my sac into his mouth and sucks. My toes curl as he continues to run the candy over me leaving a sticky coating.
I cry out in disappointment as he sits back on his heels leaving me sorely neglected. “Up on the table.”
“Wha… what?” I manage to say.
“Get up on the table Aya I am tired of kneeling on the concrete floor. Trust me it will feel so much better. Besides I want to see you flat on your back begging me to let you come.” I bristle at that comment. I’m not sure I want to be so vulnerable. He leans in and takes the tip of my cock in his mouth and sucks off the sugar. That decides me more than anything else that I will do as he asks. Pride be damned… I want this.
Yohji takes a moment to spread an apron on the table surface before I hop up. I sit there feeling a little awkward at being completely naked while he’s fully dressed. He steps between my spread legs and cups my face in his hands.
“I’ve wanted to do this for so long Aya. Let me do this.” His soft words make my chest ache as he leans in and kisses me. I can taste the cherry candy along with a faint salty tang.
He leisurely explores my mouth then bites at my lips as he pulls away. “Lie back Aya. Let me love you.”
His words startle me so much that I freeze. I am not used to hearing anyone use that word when talking to me. The last time had been with Yuushi. That’s all they were… just words to get me into his bed. Sweet trusting virginal me. I was such an idiot.
Reality intrudes and indecision creeps in. “Yohji wait… I don’t think I can do this. Let me up.”
Yohji grabs my chin in his hand and forces me to raise my head. “I don’t know who hurt you before Aya but I promise I’m not him. Trust me.”
Did I? Did I really trust him? Yohji knew I’d been hurt but not by whom. That is one thing I never told him. I can see honest emotion glittering in the depths of his eyes. So different from the chill golden gaze of my former lover. I am tired of being alone and decide to take what he is generously offering. For once in my life I am going to do something selfish, something just for me. Consequences be damned.
“Alright Yohji.” I simply said as I lie back on the table and offer myself to him. My legs are dangling over the edge as butterflies dance in my stomach.
My erection flags a bit from my uncertainty. Yohji wraps his hand around me and strokes me back to full hardness as I groan and pant. His fingers glide over my slick skin. When he pauses to lick them I nearly beg him to continue.
“Like I said… delicious. You look so hot spread out on the table.” I jump slightly as he places his hands on my knees and pushes them open wider. He caresses my thighs in a circular pattern and then rests his hands on my hip bones. His thumbs lightly trace the crease at the tops of my legs and I moan. Who would have thought such a simple touch could feel so damn good.
Yohji grabs the lollipop from where it lay on the table next to me and coats my cock once more. His forearm on my stomach keeps me from scooting away as the candy touches sensitized flesh. He flashes me a grin and I cry out as he envelops me in his mouth. I watch with rapt fascination as he lowers his head. Down he slides till I am totally enclosed in his hot, wet mouth. Then just as slowly back and up he pauses to swirl his tongue around the head. A few more swipes with the candy and I am begging.
“Y… Yohji please. Don’t stop. Yes… Like that. Ah… again.” I repeat over and over as he bobs his head up and down my length.
I cry out so loud as he lightly scrapes me with his teeth that surely someone in the shop has heard us. But really At this point I could care less.
I want to push up into that mouth that tormented me all week. His arm holding me down keeps me immobile. I feel the sticky swipe of the candy as he runs it around the base of my cock and lower. Over my balls and downward till I feel him circle the opening to my body. I gasp as he releases me from his mouth and licks along the same path as the candy.
“Open for me Aya, wider.” I raise my head and look down. Yohji’s lips are glistening with moisture and he is smiling at me. I do as he asks and I anxiously wait for what he’ll do next.
Never had Yuushi been this attentive. He was more concerned with getting inside me. Oh he made sure I came every time but this… this treatment I’m getting from my blond team mate is beyond anything I have ever experienced.
That talented tongue is once again licking me from root to tip and my hands tangle in the apron as he goes even lower. My legs are splayed wide and my feet rest on the table top. He can see all of me and truthfully his scrutiny and attention make me a little uncomfortable.
“What? Ahh… what are you doing?” I cry out as I feel his tongue fluttering against the opening to my body. It tickles slightly and a wave of heat washes over me as explores.
“Don’t you like it Aya?” Yohji asks huskily.
“I… I don’t know… I guess.” I stammer as he does it again.
Then I feel something that is definitely not his tongue push inside me. I tense and freeze when I realize what he has done. Apparently he decides on a little flavoring to go with his exploration.
“Relax Aya. Trust me this will feel really good.” The object is removed and replaced by his tongue as he licks and spears my opening. The slick hardness is back and pushed in farther this time. It feels a bit weird. Not bad just unusual. I will never be able to look at a lollipop the same way ever again.
His hand strokes my cock as he licks and sucks at the sensitive skin. I’m close to being overwhelmed as he pushes the sucker in and out of me. Yohji replaces the candy with his tongue and licks then brushes against me with the lollipop. I am squirming on the table and want to feel something bigger inside me than his impromptu sex toy.
“Yoh… Yohji stop. I’m going to come but I need more.” I bite my lip as that talented mouth places a kiss on the opening he had been so attentively abusing.
He stands up and I notice that he is not unaffected by what he was doing to me. There is a definite wet spot on the front of his indecently worn jeans.
“I’m going to fuck you Aya, fuck you hard.” He leans over and breathes in my ear. I can’t help groaning as he takes my earlobe in his mouth and gives it a sharp tug. “I’ll be right back.”
Then he’s gone. I can’t believe he left. I shiver in the air conditioned room and contemplate getting up when he returns slightly out of breath. Grinning he holds up a small bottle. I flush a little when I realize what it is. Trust Yohji to have lube. He must have broken speed records to get to his room and back down here with his prize.
“You ready Aya?” Yohji smirks as he nips a line across my chest to one of my nipples. The small bites sting a little and make my breath come in short little gasps. Back and forth he switches till the small nubs are drawn up and aching.
His distractions work. I do not even know how he got the cap off the bottle one handed. I flinch a little as I feel two slick fingers slowly push their way inside. It burns yet I welcome the intrusion. I want him inside me and I want him now.
“Yohji… enough. I need you in me. Now.” He looks a bit surprised at my plea. But it has been so long since I felt this close to anyone. I want to be as close to him as humanly possible.
“But Aya you’re not ready. It’ll hurt.” The concern he is showing touches me deeply.
“I don’t care Yohji. Just do it. I can’t wait much longer.” I hook my legs around his waist and pull him against me.
I watch as he takes a deep breath and fumbles with the zipper on his jeans. He unzips his pants and pushes them down a bit freeing an impressive erection. He was right this was going to hurt but truly at that moment I did not mind at all.
“Are you sure?” He asks me a bit uncertainly as he uses a generous amount of the lube on himself.
“Fuck me Yohji.” Those simple words seem to enflame him and prod him into action.
One slick hand pumps my aching cock as the other guides him to the entrance to my body. I hiss as he slowly pushes just the head inside and I have to force myself to relax. Yohji stops and looks down at me.
“Are you alright Aya, do you want me to wait?” Now it’s his turn to groan as I raise my hips forcing him in deeper.
“More, let me feel all of you.” I can’t help crying out as he sinks all the way inside. Yes it hurts but not as much as I was expecting it to. The small pauses as I adjust to his penetration make it more of a burning ache rather than a sharp pain.
Yohji is attentive to my needs and slowly strokes me as he gasps for air.
“So fucking tight… God you feel so good Aya. I need to move… please say I can move.” Sweat trickles down the side of his face onto his neck as he tries to wait till I’m ready.
“Fill me Yohji. Fuck me until I can’t remember my name.” I gasp as he slowly pulls almost all the way out then slams back in. He decides to take my suggestion in earnest.
He raises one of my legs over his shoulder and slides in deeper. I arch my back as he hits a spot inside me that sends a wild rush of heat through my body. It feels so good to be connected to him this way.
Yohji grunts a little with each thrust and I moan as he hits that spot again. My hand joins his on my slick cock as we both slide our hands along me in time with his rocking hips. It has been so long that I can’t hold out. I feel a rush of heat and my whole body tingles.
“Harder… Yohji. Fuck me harder. I’m going to come.” I cry out as he pounds into me.
The only thing that keeps me from scooting across the table is his strong grip on my hip and my leg wrapped around his waist. I try and pull him even closer. I want all of him inside me; I need to feel this connection. I try and forget my only other lover as Yohji moves above me. This experience is so different from the others I’ve had in the past. He looks deep into my eyes and I know that he genuinely cares about me. This might have started out as a simple slaking of mutual lust. But now, having him so close… it’s like I’m seeing the real Yohji for the first time, not the sarcastic, smirking playboy. His face is so open and real his emotions totally transform his face from merely handsome to breathtaking.
“Yohji… I…” I really don’t know what to say. How to put what I’m feeling into words.
“I know Aya… I know. Just close your eyes and let me show you how I feel.” His breathless voice compels me to obey. I close my eyes and the intensity doubles.
He leans in and captures my lips and swallows each moan as they fall from my mouth. He slows to an almost torturous pace and his hand is now trapped between our bodies. The friction from his shirt and the rhythmic squeezing of his hand on my cock makes me start to shudder. I pull back from his kiss and turn my head.
I need to hold onto something so I put my arms around him. My hands fist in the fabric of his shirt as he slowly rocks against my hips. I don’t want this feeling to end yet I’m desperate to come.
Yohji bites at my collar bone and his lips fasten onto the join of my neck and shoulder and I start to whimper. Had I a moment to think about the noises I’m making it would embarrass the hell out of me. I don’t care. Right now all I care about is the man sucking on my neck.
“Let go Aya… Come for me. I want to feel you spill into my hand. Warm and wet.” His soft words whispered into my sweat slicked skin are my undoing.
“Yohji… Yohji… Yes. Yes, now.” I cry out and buck my hips as my orgasm overwhelms me. The intensity takes me by surprise and I hang onto him else I fly apart into a million pieces.
I’m hardly aware as he increases his thrusts. I just shiver under him as he brushes my prostate over and over. He yells my name and pulses hot and hard inside me. I can feel each liquid spasm as he empties himself into my body. Yohji continues to shallowly thrust till spent and slips out of me. Already I miss the contact. He collapses on top of me and I don’t mind the weight as he gasps for air. His sweat dampened hair brushes my chin as I hold him.
I don’t want him to leave. The shop be damned.
“Aya… I.” Now it is my turn to stop any comments that might ruin what I am feeling.
“No recriminations. Just come upstairs with me. Please. Come to my room. To my bed.” He lifts his head and looks at me.
“Are you sure Aya?” A little uncertainty creeps into his voice.
I know I’m a standoffish and some would say cold unfeeling prick. But I hate being hurt. I hate opening myself up to only find pain and rejection. This time though I don’t care. What we just shared was too special to throw away and I’m eager to explore this new territory. Yohji gets off of me and I sit up. I’m a mess and I really don’t want to think about the condition of the table and apron. My new lover stands there looking a little lost as I get off the table. I can’t help wincing a little but it’s an ache that I welcome. A reminder of what we just did.
I pull on my pants and bundle the rest of my clothes and the apron under my arm. I hold my hand out to him.
“Come upstairs Yohji.” A truly beautiful smile lights his face as he takes my hand.
I don’t think ahead to the future. There might never be one for us considering what we do for a living. But here and now I intend to grasp what is offered and take comfort in the closeness we now share. To the world ice prince Fujimiya still exists. But Yohji, who has seen under the mask, knows that under my stoic mien exists a young man craving the closeness and intimacy that only he can provide.
For now it’s enough… more than enough.