Yami no Matsuei, Muraki/Tatsumi, substitute
How could there be a blackout? This was, after all, a place cherry blossoms bloomed all year. How could the electricity go out?
He felt around trying to find a flashlight, candle, anything, but the half moon that shone dimly through the window. He also felt around for his glasses. He had just removed them to throw cold water on his face. He’d been up for awhile.
'Snick’. The sound of the door knob cut the silence. He thought the man whose apartment he had broken into wouldn’t be back yet. He squinted to make out the frame of the other man. He stood still, allowing the man to fumble in the dark. He heard a soft, “Ow, damn,” after the man tripped and fell to the floor.
An unexpected opportunity. He moved gracefully and quickly. Soon, he straddled the man across his ass.
“Finally, he whispered, almost not recognizing his own voice, “you’re mine.” He thrust his groin slowly against the man as he pulled his collar away to suck on his neck. He was salty, slightly sweaty and tasty. “I’ve waited so long,” he whispered. The face below him turned. He couldn’t see anything but the outline of his profile. He imagined violet eyes gazing at him.
He was surprised as the man flipped him over and straddled him. Quickly, his mouth was invaded by an insistent tongue. He couldn’t believe it was finally happening.
He wrapped his legs around the man and thrust up into him. Even through trouser cloth, it felt good.
“Yes, like that. Feels good,” the man whispered, breathless. How long had he waited to hear that?
Fingers worked at his tie, his jacket and his shirt.
He felt the cool breeze across his nipples. They peaked quite tautly as the man swooped down and latched onto one of them with his mouth while tweaked the other sharply. He bucked up again. Teeth worried his left, then his right nipples in quick succession. He longed to do the same. He felt the silky hair in his fingers, shorter than he remembered. He pulled the man’s hair back harshly and brought his face back up, “My turn!” he insisted and took the man’s mouth fervently, this time controlling the kiss. He ran his hands underneath the now untucked shirt. The line of muscles and smooth skin felt heavenly against his slightly calloused fingers. He pulled the man to him tighter. “Mine, not getting away… “
“Not going anywhere.” The throaty growl sent waves of desire through him.
He unbuckled the belt and pants, reaching in for the prize he wanted. He felt the other man’s fingers caressing his own balls. It felt divine. He struggled to sit up a bit. The man understood and backed away a little. He straddled the man as they both sat on the floor. He pushed his own trousers down as the other did the same. Both cocks rubbed each other as they continued kissing roughly.
“Want to fuck you,” he whispered to the man.
“Me…too. Gah.. .don’t... have… any… lube,” he panted.
“Shame,” he said, but envisioned just using his own saliva. He was going to ‘insist’ until he felt a large hand wrap around both cocks. “Put your hand on it, too,” the man whispered.
In tandem, they stroked their adjoining cocks. The friction from not only their hands, but their respective manhoods sliding together, was delicious. Soon, he felt the tightening of his testicles announcing his immediate ejaculation. As he came, the other man paused and just squeezed out every last drop. After he recovered slightly, he whispered, “Satisfactory substitution,” and reached down to finish off the other man.
Just then, the lights came back on.
He stared incredulously at the other man. His eyes were closed as he came. It was not Tsuzuki but someone he’d only seen rarely - Tatsumi.
They each thought the other had been Tsuzuki. He whispered, “Keep your eyes closed,” as bent down and licked the man clean. He saw the man’s glasses lying on the floor nearby, along with a stack of files that he’d been delivering.
“Be right back,” he said. As he opened the door to leave, he saw the half naked man looking completely undone on the floor. “Open your eyes,” he ordered. He enjoyed the look of horror on Tatsumi’s face.
“You were also good substitution,” Muraki smirked before leaving.