Money Shot

Yusuke didn't care. He truly, for all that was holy, did not really care.

Not when he was balls-deep and thrusting hard into the impossibly tight warmth that was Kurama's human body.

He couldn't help a little smirk when he felt those slender legs tighten demandingly around his waist, the heels digging into his inner thighs. Kurama seemed to be close, judging from those little sounds coming from his glistening mouth, the tightly-shut eyes, and the enthusiastic way he was meeting each of Yusuke's thrusts. What would have been a moan that could have made the neighbors blush was quickly stifled when Kurama forcefully bit his lip -- ah, can't have that now. Yusuke tsk'd and caressed a thumb over the bottom lip, before quickly dipping down for a deep kiss, feeling even more light-headed when Kurama's mouth opened eagerly to accept him.

A deep, heartfelt groan followed when he broke off. Yusuke kept his thumb gliding over the shiny bottom lip, feeling the light gusts of air from Kurama's parted mouth with every needful breath he exhaled. "We can make as much noise as we want here. No one will care."

It worried him a little when a small sob escaped the redhead, though whether it was from Yusuke's words or his hips grinding against his, it was hard to tell. Kurama's gasps and little cries of pleasure grew uninhibited, however. Yusuke let his own smug, pleasure-filled moans join his at times, reveling in the warmth and tightness, the smoothness of Kurama's skin and the mingled scent of sweat and flowers beneath him.

"Yu...suke...," Kurama breathed out, one hand rising to slide from Yusuke's neck to the middle of his chest, the other gliding down--

"Ah-ah, not yet," Yusuke berated, pausing his thrusts only enough to grab Kurama's hands in his, planting a calming kiss on the back of each one before pinning them on either side of Kurama's head. A strangled whine immediately followed from the redhead, hips canting up demandingly and wrists struggling to escape the iron grip. "I want to see how long Youko Kurama lasts in bed. Or are all those rumors unfounded?"

Kurama's eyes shut tight again, new beads of sweat rolling down his temple. "I've...it's never felt like this...," he whispered, before letting out a loud cry as Yusuke resumed burying his length slowly into him. The detective noticed Kurama's own cock copiously leaking precum on his lower belly, watching the white liquid pool and slide over the flustered skin.

He moved his gaze upward and smirked, taking in the rare sight of Minamino Shuichi all flustered and looking like every person's sex fantasy writhing beneath him. A particularly hard thrust made the redhead suddenly cry out, back arching off the bed. So Yusuke did it again. And again. Forcing those pale legs to hike up even higher as he angled his descent. "Sex not this good as a youko, mm?"

A sharp shake of Kurama's head between strangled sobs confirmed Yusuke's suspicions. "This body's so--ah! oh Inari--so sensitive--gods, Yusuke, let me come!"

"You'll come," was the calm reply. Yusuke kept the pace constant as he moved his grip on Kurama's wrists, keeping both in one hand. With his right hand free, he dipped his forefinger into the cooling precum on Kurama's belly, teasingly tapping the tip of his aching shaft while coating his digit. "Open," was the curt instruction, before he brought the dripping digit toward Kurama's lips, a small trail of cum stretching between it and the leaking cock.

As Yusuke's finger approached his face, Kurama shut his mouth tight and turned his head sharply to one side, smearing cum across his lower cheek. Yusuke abruptly stopped his thrusts, earning him another protesting whine, and trailed the finger across those rosy lips, asking for entrance. Kurama's eyes opened slightly and Yusuke saw resentment behind them, though not as much as he saw need and lust. As soon as he felt those lips part, the detective slid his finger in, slipping past teeth and settling on the hot warmth of the redhead's tongue. He wiped his finger there, leaving what cum was left in Kurama's mouth.

Yusuke drew in a quick, sharp breath when he suddenly felt that hot cavern close in on his finger, suckling hard on it just as Kurama demandingly jerked his hips upward. He cursed under his breath, feeling his own control slipping. He drew his hand back and gave Kurama a hard glare. The redhead was echoing his smirk from earlier, however toned down it was by desire.

Moving quickly, Yusuke moved his arms beneath Kurama's legs, hooking under the knees and hiking those creamy legs higher in the air. The new position had Kurama bent almost double on the bed, Yusuke's cock sliding even deeper between his cheeks, earning the detective a loud, high-pitched gasp of pleasure. Kurama was moving his hands between their bodies again, and he quickly captured both wrists back into his own hands, pinning them on either side of the redhead's face, feeling the silky material of Kurama's hair spread out beneath his fists.

"Please!" Kurama all but wailed, arching his back off the bed, pressing his ass flush against Yusuke's pelvis. Yusuke complied quickly, turning the desperate cry into broken sobs with each fast, deep thrust, plunging in deeper than he had earlier. Kurama's cock bobbed with each forward movement, trailing precum over his abdomen and chest, its color contrasting sharply with the flushed state of his skin.

"Ah, gods! Ahn..." Those were the last semi-coherent words Yusuke caught from the redhead's mouth, thought processes having been replaced by gasps, moans, and those small yips that the detective found extremely endearing. Feeling his own climax building, Yusuke began a series of fast, deep thrusts, only half-aware of the way he was making the bed creak. The room was filled with obscene noises of their coupling, his own harsh breathing, and Kurama's unrestrained cries of euphoria.

Then he felt it - the almost punishing grip around his cock, the tensing of the uncomfortably bent thighs and the way they strained against his arms, as if wanting to spread farther. He kept pounding against Kurama's ass as he watched, breathless and using every ounce of concentration he had to stave off his own climax, as that beautiful body arched off the bed, head tilting back and revealing a long, elegant expanse of neck, mouth opening to release a loud scream of pure pleasure. He felt the thighs jerk and spasm against his sides - barely a moment's warning before that slender cock released strings of cum between their bodies, most of it landing on Kurama's neck and chest.

Yusuke cursed as the unrelenting contractions around his cock began to pull his own orgasm from him. Releasing Kurama's wrists, he quickly gripped the redhead's shoulders instead, unmindful of the hiss of pain it elicited from his friend. He used the harsh grip to further his own leverage against the willing body, pounding Kurama with hard, short strokes, riding out the rest of the redhead's orgasm just as his own began. He stilled after a harsh thrust, feeling the punishing grip around his cock start to lessen as the first jet of warm cum spilled from his shaft.

In a quick move, he pulled himself out of the relaxed body, keeping one hand on Kurama's right shoulder and moving his left hand to stroke his cock. He propped himself on his knees and leaned over the relaxed redhead, barely giving Kurama enough time to get ready before he aimed the rest of his cum on the redhead's face, spilling strings of white cum on the fair, flushed cheeks, jerking hard and releasing the last few jets across that small nose and rosy half-parted lips.

Yusuke softly cursed, knowing that image was going to be fueling his fantasies for a good several weeks, if not months. He quickly came down from his high, breathless and without enough strength to support himself, groaning as he let himself fall face-first on the bed next to Kurama.

His limbs felt like satisfied lumps of immobile flesh. He hadn't felt that sated in a long time.

After a few much-needed, calming breaths, he turned to look at his friend, taking in the closed eyes and still-flushed face. Kurama didn't seem to have any more strength left than he did, having not moved from his position. Feet on the bed with his legs still bent and parted, wrists still on either side of his head. His face was completely relaxed, and Yusuke would have thought he was unconscious if not for the way he was slowly and savoringly licking off the cum surrounding his lips.

"Shit," Yusuke muttered, eyes glued to that pink tongue sliding across a cum-coated bottom lip - his cum. On Kurama's lips. Cheeks. Nose. Face. "Shit."

He saw more than heard the redhead laugh, the narrow chest shaking a bit. "You're such a dirty boy, Yusuke," was the tired comment. Soon, a pale hand began to wipe the remaining traces of seed from his face, most of it ending in Kurama's mouth.

"Yeah, well," Yusuke muttered, still trying to catch his breath while watching Kurama half-heartedly clean himself up. "You being sex on legs isn't really making me want to be a good boy."

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