Yaoi Lemon

Timaki  waited in their usual meeting spot, spread out on the bed. His long legs took up most of it. He heard distant approaching footsteps, and soon enough, Naniko opened the door. Timaki  immediately stood up, glaring at Naniko.

“You’re late. Shut the door.” He growled and Naniko listened, closing the door. Right then, Timaki  lunged at him, pinning him against the door and burying his face into Yuki’s neck and biting into him. Naniko raised his head, a moan escaping his throat. Timaki  was always rough with Naniko, although it was just his personality. Timaki  released Yuki, but pushed him towards the bed. Naniko laid down, his eyes half closed, Timaki  came over him, his fingers tracing down Tamaki’s sides and fingering his trousers, slowly pulling them down. Timaki  allowed his fingers to trace over Naniko’s skin, and Naniko couldn’t help a whimper escape him, trying to resist his urge to tell Timaki  to move faster.

Timaki  took it slow, as if reading Naniko’s mind and wanting to torture him. He snarled into his ear,

“How come you were late?”

Naniko began to speak,

“I, I had to work…”

Timaki  dragged his fingers against Yuki’s back, not enough to draw blood, but enough to hurt him. Naniko whimpered, his fingers curling into the sheets under him.

“Liar!” Timaki  snarled once again, and Naniko could feel his smile against his ear. “Next time you come earlier. An hour.”

“Y-Yes, Timaki .” Naniko whispered.

Timaki  pulled his own trousers down, and Naniko felt a shudder go through him. Timaki  held onto Yuki’s sides, pushing up his shirt, and he pushed into him roughly, moaning loudly, and leaning against Naniko. He kissed Naniko’s back, nipping at his skin, and beginning to push into him again and again. Naniko’s groans were muffled since his lips were against the blankets of the bed. His cheeks were blushing hard, his whole body warm from the fluid that was beginning to pass through him. He felt himself come, and he let out a loud moan, his body shivering all over at the release.

* * *

When it was all over, Naniko loved how Timaki  laid against him, his breath against the back of his neck, their bare, slick skin touching each other all over. This was the only time Timaki  was gentle. He would stroke Naniko’s hair gently as they both calmed down after their intimate scene. Timaki  gently smoothed back Naniko’s hair and traced his hand down Naniko’s body, his fingers barely touching his skin. Timaki  then sat up, pulling up his trousers, and then grabbing his shirt.

Naniko watched from the bed, feeling cold crawl up his skin. As Timaki  headed towards the door, Naniko whispered,

“I love you.”

Timaki  heard this and stopped, but didn’t look back. Naniko anticipated something, anything from Timaki . Even rejection. But even worse, Timaki  turned the door knob, and passed through, shutting it behind him and leaving.

Author's Note

Ignore the horrid names. Please. :]

Reviews

[Bright Fairy]

I loved it great job. Good luck on you writeing

[Cassidy Jeanette Jacobs]

That was really good! I loved it!

[Nakami-sensei]

Oooo

[Sseoni]

I liked this very much. I think BL is so cool and I love to write it.( That makes me sound somewhat like a pervert I think. Oh well.) I think you did a great good. I actually liked the names of the characters. I feel sorry for Naniko because Timaki used him.( At least I think he did. He didn't say he loved him back.) Great job! Good luck with your writing!

[Angie W.]

I liked the story.
It was very interesting. :-)