Two years later.
Tobirama:
I was walking silently across the living room floor so as not to wake him up. It was difficult as I was trembling with anticipation. I must... I must!
I went to the kitchen and opened the top drawer, getting the rope out. I used the scissors to cut off those perfect length pieces.
I stood there, looked at them for a while. Do it! I shivered.
I went back to the bedroom where my beautiful Izuna was sleeping, completely naked after last night's play, his long black hair a cascade of black oil over his pillow, his face brushed with the slightest hint of freckles, as it always was during summer. He had a dark stubble on his cheeks and chin. It always seemed strange to me that this boy could get a stubble. I knew it was silly of me to think that way, but he seemed too gentle, too feminine to have facial hair. Every time I came into our bathroom to see him stand with lather across his cheeks and a razor in his hand, I was taken aback.
"What?" Izuna would ask, voice muffled as he had blowed up his cheeks to reach better.
I just shook my head and smiled. "Nothing."
I begun by tying the ropes to the four legs of the bed. Then I tied one to Izuna's left foot, taking care not to wake him up, then his right one. That part was easy, seeing his legs were already splayed.
It wasn't until I came to his hands that he woke up.
"Tobirama..." he mumbled sleepily when he felt the rope on his wrist.
And when I pulled on the rope, tensing it up so his hand moved to the corner of the bed, his eyes shot up and he was suddenly wide awake.
"Ahhh..." he moaned, an adorable blush spreading across his face. That sight was so delicious, I felt the front front of my trousers becoming wet.
I was already bare-chested, and decided to keep my trousers on. It gave me a sense of power, a feeling that I was above Izuna and he was beneath me, the way we wanted it. He was laying there, panting, looking up at me with large, adoring eyes, arms and legs splayed as I'd tied him up, full of anticipation. He tried pulling on the ropes but realised he was stuck; he couldn't move his hands or feet the slightest in any direction. He moaned.
I pulled down my trousers with my underwear, biting my lip to prevent myself from coming all over my lover's body immediately, and moved so that my dick hovered above his face. He opened his mouth like a good boy and tried to take it, but I was just about too far away. He squealed unhappily, stretching his neck, trying to reach, but I backed off a little, teasing him.
"Tobirama, please!" he wailed unhappily.
It was maddening. Never in my life had I been with anyone so desperate to eat me. Of course there's been those who'd done it willingly, but no one who'd actually literally begged for it like Izuna did.
I grunted and moved so he could take it into his mouth.
"Mmm, yes, work for me baby", I breathed as his lips closed around me. His ability to move was limited, so I started thrusting. "Oh, yes..." I mumbled, my entire soul trembling as I thrusted deeper and deeper, causing my little bird to moan and gag.
I heard him trying to say something. "What was that?" I asked. He tried again. Of course, it was incomprehensible, seeing he had my dick in his sweet throat. "Want me to touch you?" He nodded, eyes pleasing, tears streaming down his face due to the amount of gagging.
I took my hand and clenched his length and started beating while thrusting. He leaned his head back and moaned. "Oh, no, baby, don't move your head", I said, carefully placing a hand behind it, guiding it back to a neutral position.
And I thrusted my dick into his mouth while beating his with my hand until I felt that tingling sensation in the pit of my stomach, and Izuna started moaning like a mental patient. Then, exactly at the right moment, I pulled out, bent down and took Izuna's left nipple in my mouth, playing with his piercing with my tongue, feeling his nipple harden up in my mouth and I knew he was a slut for me when I did that and just as expected, he started scream-moaning and God, that sound made me come instantly even if my dick was free, spilling myself all over his lovely body while he emptied himself all over his body, too, and I grunted loudly while Izuna screamed, and when all consumed, spent, done, I bent down, licking his body, tasting our seed that had mixed together on his skin.
I moved up to his cute little face.
"Happy graduation day", I purred into his ear.
He just squealed, exhausted.
I carefully untied the ropes from his limbs and the bed, and rolled them up neatly, put them in the drawer that were for things we used during sex as toys.
I hadn't used the rope for any other purpose in two and a half years.
That afternoon, after Izuna's ceremony, I stood by the car, opening the door to the passenger's seat for Izuna.
"Mr Honorary Student!" I teased.
"Thank you and go fuck yourself, sir!" he said happily.
I laughed. He had gotten so many awards at his graduation ceremony, I had material to tease him for years. Although really, I was immensely proud, of course. But he knew that.
It had been strange to see the students again, especially Adrian, whose eyes shot daggers at me from the podium.
I usually preferred it when Izuna drove my Polestar. It was just something about seeing such a small, feminine man have complete control over that luxurious vehicle that made me go mad with lust. The first time, I had been worried, but I needn't have; Izuna manoeuvred that car expertly, having a technique with his hands when turning that I'd never seen anyone use before, enormously careful yet confident in traffic, daring to speed up on the motorway in a way I never did. I hated to admit it, but he was a far better driver than I was, and I wasn't bad myself. More than once, I hadn't been able to restrain myself, but unbuckled my belt, leaned over him and given him a full-on blowjob on the motorway. He was just so fucking hot, and seeing him drive my car made me unbelievably horny.
"Tobirama, that's dangero- Hahh..."
He never complained. Not really.
But today, I was driving because Izuna didn't know where we were going. It was my gift to him for his graduation, and I was nervous beyond measure.
Once Izuna was seated, I stood outside for a while, biting my lower lip, thinking.
"What?" Izuna asked.
Do it... Do it!
"Wait a hot second", I said, then went inside to fetch something.
Izuna's eyes became like saucers when I came back, opening the trunk of the car.
"You can play!?"
"Yep!" I said happily.
"And you've never played for me or even told me!?"
Nope!" I loaded my guitar, in its case, that had been hidden far inside our storage room, into the trunk carefully. "Actually..." I said, taking a seat on the driver's side. "I've never played for anyone." I put my index finger around his chin, tilting his head up, placing a kiss on his plush lips. "You'll be the first. As with so many things."
Izuna looked at me with that dreamy look he sometimes got. Nobody had ever looked at me the way he did. I am so lucky.
I started the car, felt it roar awake, and sped away.
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Temperature
Fanfiction#1 in #yaoilemon WARNING, contains heavy mature sexual content and self-harm. "I can't go there... It's an impossibility. It cannot happen. I inhale. My wrists burn. And there he is, mere age of 21, a child compared to my 28. But he is everything; h...
