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writetomyheart2015-05-19 02:25 am
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[Team Sonic] Ride
Starting words from here XD
The whispering of the flowers as they fall from the tree is the only sound breaking the early morning silence. It’s honestly too cold to be out here this early, but their schedules don’t match up that well and it’s unlikely anyone will be around this early to recognize them.
A sudden gust of wind makes Yasui shiver, so Sanada shrugs out of his jacket and wraps it around Yasui’s small shoulders. Yasui snuggles into the warms of Sanada’s jacket greatfully. “It smells like you,” Yasui says, eyes fixed on the trees and the slowly lightening sky. “I like your aftershave.”
Sanada in his turn has only eyes for Yasui. It might be the cold or the slowly rising sun that makes Yasui’s face look so pink and fresh, but whatever the reason, Yasui is pretty - prettier even than when he’s at work, all dolled up with pink lips and fluffy hair.
Yasui’s eyes dart around, checking to see if anyone is close enough to listen, but they’re quite alone, apart from a couple at the far end of the park. When he sees that they’re alone, Yasui’s hand slowly wanders up from where it’s been resting on Sanada’s inner thigh. “We’ve still got time before work.”
That’s a clue as big and shiny as some of their worst costume shirts; never let it be said that Sanada can’t take a hint. He rises to his feet and offers Yasui a hand up. He pushes Yasui back against the tree, then nudges Yasui’s legs apart with his knee, pinning Yasui in place.
Yasui’s hands instantly fist in Sanada’s shirt, holding on as Sanada kisses him, a kiss full of tongue and passion. One of Sanada’s palms is against the tree, the other on the small of Yasui’s back, pushing Yasui forwards onto Sanada’s thigh.
Moaning, Yasui rides Sanada’s thigh, rubbing himself against the hard muscles. If Yasui had to pick his favourite part of Sanada, it would definitely be Sanada’s legs - dancer’s legs, strong from years of practice, and especially Sanada’s thighs are near perfect.
The rough drag of jeans on jeans drives him near crazy with lust. Yasui might look fifteen most days, but it’s been quite a while since he actually was fifteen, yet something about grinding against Sanada’s fantastic thighs always makes him horny like a teenager, so easy for it that it’s almost embarrassing. His jeans feel much too tight, his hard dick restricted by the confines of his jeans, but at the same time it feels too good to stop.
When Yasui breaks the kiss to gasp for breath, Sanada grins. Even through both of their jeans, he can feel just how hard Yasui is for him. It’s pretty flattering to have this effect on anyone and especially on Yasui.
Yasui bites his lip to stay silent as his orgasm washes through him. He’s so focused on his pleasure that he’s not even embarrassed to be coming in his pants like a teenager or a virgin.
The whispering of the flowers as they fall from the tree is the only sound breaking the early morning silence. It’s honestly too cold to be out here this early, but their schedules don’t match up that well and it’s unlikely anyone will be around this early to recognize them.
A sudden gust of wind makes Yasui shiver, so Sanada shrugs out of his jacket and wraps it around Yasui’s small shoulders. Yasui snuggles into the warms of Sanada’s jacket greatfully. “It smells like you,” Yasui says, eyes fixed on the trees and the slowly lightening sky. “I like your aftershave.”
Sanada in his turn has only eyes for Yasui. It might be the cold or the slowly rising sun that makes Yasui’s face look so pink and fresh, but whatever the reason, Yasui is pretty - prettier even than when he’s at work, all dolled up with pink lips and fluffy hair.
Yasui’s eyes dart around, checking to see if anyone is close enough to listen, but they’re quite alone, apart from a couple at the far end of the park. When he sees that they’re alone, Yasui’s hand slowly wanders up from where it’s been resting on Sanada’s inner thigh. “We’ve still got time before work.”
That’s a clue as big and shiny as some of their worst costume shirts; never let it be said that Sanada can’t take a hint. He rises to his feet and offers Yasui a hand up. He pushes Yasui back against the tree, then nudges Yasui’s legs apart with his knee, pinning Yasui in place.
Yasui’s hands instantly fist in Sanada’s shirt, holding on as Sanada kisses him, a kiss full of tongue and passion. One of Sanada’s palms is against the tree, the other on the small of Yasui’s back, pushing Yasui forwards onto Sanada’s thigh.
Moaning, Yasui rides Sanada’s thigh, rubbing himself against the hard muscles. If Yasui had to pick his favourite part of Sanada, it would definitely be Sanada’s legs - dancer’s legs, strong from years of practice, and especially Sanada’s thighs are near perfect.
The rough drag of jeans on jeans drives him near crazy with lust. Yasui might look fifteen most days, but it’s been quite a while since he actually was fifteen, yet something about grinding against Sanada’s fantastic thighs always makes him horny like a teenager, so easy for it that it’s almost embarrassing. His jeans feel much too tight, his hard dick restricted by the confines of his jeans, but at the same time it feels too good to stop.
When Yasui breaks the kiss to gasp for breath, Sanada grins. Even through both of their jeans, he can feel just how hard Yasui is for him. It’s pretty flattering to have this effect on anyone and especially on Yasui.
Yasui bites his lip to stay silent as his orgasm washes through him. He’s so focused on his pleasure that he’s not even embarrassed to be coming in his pants like a teenager or a virgin.