| NC-17 | [Dec. 1st, 2011|08:01 am] |
There was a reason Genma liked working with Hajime as his handler. Besides being a damn good ninja and a decent human being, and having an understanding of what an eros agent needed, he also understood timing. The ever-so-refreshing cool breeze that wafted a scent of honeysuckle into the garden was Hajime’s first signal: Katsuko was finished with her part of the mission. That meant Genma had maybe five minutes to wrap things up here before Hajime came looking for his erstwhile traveling companion.
Tsuda was still enthusiastically engaged in his dalliance with “Gen the Kusa chuunin”. He had remarkable staying power for a man nearing forty, and despite his arrogance, he was a considerate lover. Under other circumstances Genma would have been enjoying every minute. If it weren’t a mission. If Tsuda wasn’t an enemy who could snap Genma’s spine with ease from his current position. If Raidou wasn’t waiting in Konoha for Genma to come home...
And even with those caveats, Genma wasn’t having to fake his own arousal. He was hard in Tsuda’s calloused hand, with his pelvis rocking eagerly back to meet Tsuda’s thrusts. Tsuda grunted faintly with every breath, pushing urgency into the rhythm. He nipped at Genma’s earlobe and neck.
It wouldn’t take much. A little chakra pulse and there’d be no worry about finishing this before Hajime showed up. With Genma’s cover “blown” — such as it was — there was no need to pretend his chakra was a civilian’s. He just had to hope Tsuda had never slept with anyone trained in the erotic arts.
“More,” Genma begged.
Tsuda responded immediately: speeding his fist, tightening his arm around Genma’s chest. Thrusting deeper. “I’m gonna make you come so hard,” he whispered against Genma’s neck.
Genma moaned an inarticulate reply. It was true. Genma was going to make it true — more than true. He pushed chakra through his pelvic coils, opening tiny gates at the junctures in his groin. The energy shot through him like a flash flood, wild and raging, dragging him into a thundering orgasm.
Dragging Tsuda right along with him.
There was a sharp gasp from the man at his back, a whole body clench, and then the rapid, rhythmic pulses of Tsuda getting everything he’d wanted and more.
For thirty seconds Tsuda kept going, gasping and groaning like a man in pain. Exquisite, unbearable torture. Genma focused on his heart thudding against his ribs, the hot breath rasping in his throat. The sweat slicking his skin. It was over, Tsuda just didn’t know it yet.
Just as the Suna ninja finally slowed, catching his breath with a satisfied chuckle, Hajime’s whisper came shattering the still garden night. “Gen? Are you out here? Where did you go?”
Genma froze, acting as panicked as any chuunin caught shirking his duty. As any man caught with a stranger’s cock in his ass.
Tsuda came to his rescue at once, pulling back and steadying Genma. “Thanks,” he whispered. “That was fun. Sounds like duty calls.” He patted Genma’s back and helped Genma get his clothes back in order. “If you’re in town again tomorrow night, let’s do this again,” he said.
Genma turned to look at Tsuda one last time as he fastened his pants and tucked in his shirt. The fabric clung stickily to his skin.
“Gen?” Hajime called again, voice drawing nearer.
“You’d better go,” Tsuda said. He grinned and winked, and translocated away, leaving “Gen” to deal with his “employer” on his own.
“I’m coming, Hajime-san. I just stepped out for some fresh air,” Genma said, half-voiced.
“Well, come to bed,” Hajime said, sounding displeased. “I don’t want you waking me when you come in.”
Genma caught up with his handler at the edge of the garden. Hajime looked at him and nodded. Genma nodded back. Mission success — so far. |
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