Every Single Inch (NSFW)
"Yes, of course, I will send you the notes," Dazai said, his voice calm and collected, though his fingers were tapping nervously against the table. Atsushi, seated across from him at the small coffee table, watched a mixture of amusement and concern. Dazai was always good at maintaining appearances, but Atsushi knew the stress of the final exams was getting to him.
With feline-like stealth, he shed his garments, revealing his lean and muscled form in all its glory. In one swift movement, he perched himself upon Dazai's lap, his warm breath ghosting against his skin.
The sudden weight on his lap brought Dazai's attention away from the phone. He blinked, momentarily stunned, as Atsushi's naked body pressed against him, a silent plea for distraction written on his face. "Atsushi, what are you..."
"Dazai-san..." Atsushi whispered seductively, his voice silken caress against Dazai's sensitive skin. "Can't you give me a moment of your attention?"
Dazai's eyes widened in surprise as he felt Atsushi's soft lips grazing his neck, sending shivers of delight down his spine. A low chuckle escaped his lips as he reluctantly ended the call, his gaze meeting Atsushi's with an undeniable fondness.
"My apologies, Atsushi-kun," he said playfully. "I didn't realize I had kept you waiting."
Atsushi's lips curled into a satisfied smile as he leaned in closer, his breath mingling with Dazai's. "I'm just glad I have your undivided attention now."
For a long moment, they simply gazed into each other's eyes, lost in the depths of their love. Atsushi's fingers traced the contours of Dazai's face, memorizing every nuance and imperfection. Dazai's gaze softened, and he reached out to gently cradle Atsushi's face in his hands.
"You know how much I adore you, don't you, Atsushi-kun?" Dazai murmured, his voice husky with emotion."
Atsushi's heart melted as he nodded against Dazai's palm. "I do, Dazai-san. And I love you just as much."
With a newfound determination, Dazai leaned down and captured Atsushi's lips in a tender kiss. Their tongues danced together in a slow and sensual exploration, each caress expressing the depth of their love and desire.
As the kiss deepened, Atsushi felt a gentle throbbing between his legs. A soft moan escaped his lips as Dazai's hand reached down to caress his length, sending a wave of pleasure coursing through his body.
"Dazai-san..." Atsushi whispered, his voice trembling with anticipation. "I want you."
Dazai's lips curled into a wicked grin as he whispered into Atsushi's ear, "As you wish, my darling Atsushi-kun."
With practiced ease, Dazai lifted Atsushi off his lap and carried him to the bedroom. The sunlight streamed through the window, casting a golden hue upon the pristine sheets as they lay down together.
Dazai's lips trailed a path of kisses down Atsushi's chest, his tongue teasing the sensitive nipples that hardened beneath his touch. Atsushi arched his back in pleasure, his breath coming in ragged gasps.
"Dazai-san..." He whispered, his voice barely audible. "Please..."
Dazai leaned in and whispered, "What do you want, my sweet Atsushi-kun?"
"You..." Atsushi gasped. "I want all of you."
Dazai chuckled softly as he reached for the bedside table and retrieved a small bottle of lubricant. His fingers smeared the slick liquid over Atsushi's entrance, preparing him for the inevitable penetration.
"As you wish," Dazai whispered.
Guiding his manhood to the entrance, Dazai paused for a moment, allowing Atsushi to adjust to the sensation. Then, with a slow and steady thrust, he entered Atsushi's body, filling him with a fullness that brought a mix of pleasure and pain.
Atsushi cried out, his body convulsing in ecstacy as Dazai began to move inside him. Each thrust was like a bolt of lightning, electrifying his senses and sending him spiraling towards oblivion.
They moved together in perfect harmony, their bodies swaying in rhythm as they explored the depths of their passion. Atsushi's cries filled the room, mingling with Dazai's soft moans.
As the climax approached, Dazai pulled Atsushi closer, their bodies pressed together in an intimate embrace. Atsushi's muscles tensed as he surrendered to the overwhelming pleasure that surged through him.
With a final, powerful thrust, Dazai released his seed, filling Atsushi with a warmth that radiated throughout his body. They lay together for a long moment, their breathing gradually returning to normal.
As the post-coital bliss enveloped them, Atsushi turned to Dazai and whispered, "That was... Incredible."
Dazai chuckled softly, a low rumble in his chest that vibrated against Atsushi's skin. He gently leaned down, kissing Atsushi's forehead with a tenderness that made Atsushi's heart swell. "Glad you enjoyed it," he murmured, his voice still husky with contentment.
Atsushi's cheeks flushed a delicate shade of pink under Dazai's gaze. "I... I did," he stammered, burying his face in the pillow. He couldn't quite believe how comfortable he felt with Dazai, how he easily he could surrender to him, both physically and emotionally, despite the thing they just had done.
Dazai watched him with a playful twinkle in his eyes. "Don't be shy, Atsushi," he teased, running a hand through his lover's hair. "There is no need to be embarrassed about enjoying yourself."
Atsushi let out a small laugh, feeling a wave of warmth spread through him. "It's not that," he mumbled, "it's just... Well, I still feel a little awkward."
Dazai leaned closer, a mischievous grin playing on his lips. "Awkward about what? Our little making-love session?"
Atsushi's cheeks burned even brighter. "Maybe," he confessed, a hint of defiance in his voice. "It's just... It's all so... New."
Dazai's grin widened, a glint of amusement twinkling in his enigmatic eyes. "New?" He echoed, his voice a silken caress. "But we are not exactly strangers, are we, love?"
Atsushi met Dazai's gaze, his own eyes shimmering with a mixture of trepidation and longing. "I suppose not," he admitted, his voice as soft as a summer breeze. "But it's different. This... This is different."
Dazai leaned in closer, his warm breath ghosting against Atsushi's lips. "Different in a good way, I hope," he murmured, his voice a low purr.
Atsushi's heart skipped a beat, a surge of desire coursing through his veins. "Yes," he whispered, his voice barely a breath. "In a very good way."
With a tender touch, Dazai brushed a stray strand of hair from Atsushi's forehead. "Good," he breathed, his gaze holding Atsushi's captive. "Because I want to explore every inch of this newness with you."
"Every inch," Atsushi repeated.
Dazai's lips curled into a seductive smile. "Every. Single. Inch."