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Superstar
A collection of 30 shorts featuring Yuki and Shuichi for a challenge community. Each 'chapter' will have its own theme. Rating varies throughout.
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A/N: I don't own Gravitation
#7 Superstar
Superstar
If I had to explain why I'm so hard on him, I don't think I could. It's reflexive, really, despite how I may consciously feel. He's infused himself in me in such a way that the more I resist, the deeper he gets.
Maybe that's why I resist.
I know he's talented, although I don't tell him. His voice alone causes goose bumps on my skin, causes my cock to grow hard. To see him perform can almost undo me completely, but I stand there stoic, a battle raging within myself. Part of me wants to clap and cheer along with the others - a surge of adrenaline shooting through me over the passion of his performance - yet I remain still - only allowing a small smile to crease my face. I can't bring myself to give too much.
Maybe that's why I can't get to him fast enough afterwards, secluding him in his dressing room. I'm barely able to close and lock the door before my body searches his out. Our mouths meet, our erections staining against our clothes. Both of us are pumped by the performance - hot and frantic.
It's not until I'm deep inside of him, our clothes hastily discarded, that I can admit the effect he has on me. Tasting the salt in his sweat, coaxing moans from his taxed throat. His eyes are heavy lidded, straining to keep focused despite his raging passion. I feel my climax coming, thrusting into his willing body as he clings to me.
Closer.
It's at this moment that I give him what he needs, what he desires most, reaching between our bodies and finding him, closer still - a mere whisper in his ear. "You were amazing tonight." I feel his cock jump in my hand as his legs wrap tighter around me.
Almost there.
"Superstar."
He arches with a guttural cry, his release splattering his chest. This is my undoing, his total submission to me. I come hard and deep, feeling him clutching my chest with panting breath. He won't ask me to repeat myself - he won't ask and I won't give him more. He knows, and so do I. That's all that matters.
#7 Superstar
Superstar
If I had to explain why I'm so hard on him, I don't think I could. It's reflexive, really, despite how I may consciously feel. He's infused himself in me in such a way that the more I resist, the deeper he gets.
Maybe that's why I resist.
I know he's talented, although I don't tell him. His voice alone causes goose bumps on my skin, causes my cock to grow hard. To see him perform can almost undo me completely, but I stand there stoic, a battle raging within myself. Part of me wants to clap and cheer along with the others - a surge of adrenaline shooting through me over the passion of his performance - yet I remain still - only allowing a small smile to crease my face. I can't bring myself to give too much.
Maybe that's why I can't get to him fast enough afterwards, secluding him in his dressing room. I'm barely able to close and lock the door before my body searches his out. Our mouths meet, our erections staining against our clothes. Both of us are pumped by the performance - hot and frantic.
It's not until I'm deep inside of him, our clothes hastily discarded, that I can admit the effect he has on me. Tasting the salt in his sweat, coaxing moans from his taxed throat. His eyes are heavy lidded, straining to keep focused despite his raging passion. I feel my climax coming, thrusting into his willing body as he clings to me.
Closer.
It's at this moment that I give him what he needs, what he desires most, reaching between our bodies and finding him, closer still - a mere whisper in his ear. "You were amazing tonight." I feel his cock jump in my hand as his legs wrap tighter around me.
Almost there.
"Superstar."
He arches with a guttural cry, his release splattering his chest. This is my undoing, his total submission to me. I come hard and deep, feeling him clutching my chest with panting breath. He won't ask me to repeat myself - he won't ask and I won't give him more. He knows, and so do I. That's all that matters.
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