They had had a crazy clothing buying field day, it was a whole new wardrobe for Akira. Akira made sure that he had enough clothes, and Yuji made sure that Akira had rocker chick clothing, things that would be accepted as the clothing of the girlfriend of Yuji’s. After they got back to the hotel Akira headed off to the studio, wanting to learn the choreography as quickly as possible, leaving Yuji in the hotel room on his own.

Yuji bummed around the room for a little while, looking over to the door a few times and then through the clothes that they had gotten Akira before glancing to the bathroom and heading over to it. He gave a slight groan at his thoughts, “get your head out of the gutter, Yuji, this isn’t cool.” He mumbled to himself, looking at himself in the mirror. He licked his lips and then headed into the shower, turning it on and stepping in finally after getting undressed.

He licked his lips and leaned up against the wall letting the hot water fall over him, he closed his eyes as he started to touch himself. He had really wanted to do a lot more than just make out in that dressing room. He had seen so much nosebleed material he couldn’t help but want to do more. But he couldn’t; not with Akira not wanting to. And so that left him and his hands for now, well and his imagination.

Yuji looked around, he was in a closet, and chuckled at the irony. He looked around at the clothes and noticed they were the very same ones they had bought together. “Now… where are they?” he asked allowed.

“Where are what?” he heard a familiar voice in front of him and he looked over, only to see Akira sitting pretty in hot pink lady’s underwear in a bed of his old male clothes.

“T-those,” Yuji murmured when he saw the underwear.

“Oh? These things?” Akira asked, looking down to himself “Are you wanting them?” he asked, playing with the hem of them, “I can take them off, if you want.”

Yuji went wide-eyed and shook his head “No! Le-leave them on!” He said, almost in a rush to make sure that Akira stayed just so. “What changed your mind?” Yuji asked as he sat down next to Akira, enjoying the softness of his old clothes.

“I told you before that I had every intention of making out with you, just not out there. I have that secret to keep you know,” Akira said, moving his legs slightly so that Yuji could get a much better view of the beautifully covered cock that was aching to get out of the women’s lingerie.

Yuji licked his lips and moved closer, “Can we do a bit more than make out?” he asked.

Akira smirked but nodded, “You have to tell me what you are doing every step of the way through, all those nasty thoughts of yours. I know you think about me all the time. Thought about me in these, I know you thought something nasty when I was bent over picking them up. What was it?” he asked.

Yuji smirked right back, “You know I have,” he repeated and leaned forward, placing his hand on Akira’s chest before leaning down to kiss him, “I was thinking about bending you over with your hands on one of those mirrors, so you could watch yourself be taken by me all while you were in that skirt. Perhaps even with these on, just pushed over to one side. That cock of yours straining to get out,” he groaned and kissed Akira’s lips wanting, begging for entrance. And when Akira gave it to him he ran with it, playing a wrestling game with the tongue inside.

Yuji’s hands ran down Akira’s chest finding a nipple and played with it for a bit before his kisses moved down along with his hand, pushing Akira back so that he could have more access to everything. Yuji kissed a line down Akira’s cheek and neck, nibbling and sucking every now and then. He relished in the moans that came out of Akira’s mouth and even more so when he bit the boy. He nibbled his way down to the man’s shoulder. He was going to move further when Akira moved underneath him, rubbing against his crotch. Yuji let out a groan. “fuck,” He hissed, already wanting of the man underneath him.

“Hey, Yuji…” Akira started, “I want to give you a thank you for buying me all those things today and helping me out with Aeron… can I?” he asked, licking his lips, slowly biting on his bottom lip.

Yuji nodded, “Sure, but I don’t need the thanks Akira, I just wanted you safe. And the clothes are pretty selfish, after all, I’m choosing all the stuff I like to see you in.”

Akira shook his head, “I know, but this is no time to be modest, stand up,” he ordered gently moving away from the other so that he could get up.

Yuji frowned at the lack of contact but got up and leaned up against the wall, “Okay, I’m up now-“ he trailed off as he watched Akira crawl to him and kiss his knee before moving up further and further until his mouth and hands reached his zipper.

Akira moved slowly for Yuji, making everything painstakingly amazing. Akira leaned forward and slowly unzipped Yuji’s pants and pulled his prize out. He licked his lips before placing a soft kiss on the tip of the man’s cock. He licked the tip a few times, even ran his tongue along the full thing before finally taking it into his mouth. As his mouth worked its magic on the cock inside of it, the tongue running around every bit of flesh it could find, Akira’s hands made quick work of Yuji’s pants and boxers. He shoved them off and still had his mouth on Yuji’s cock as Yuji kicked them the rest of the way off.

“Ah, fuck, Akira.” Yuji groaned as he looked down and watched Akira sucking him off. His hand moved over to his head, placing his fingers in Akira’s hair, not pushing but letting him know that he could keep going for however long he wanted, Yuji was loving this.

What Akira did next Yuji was not expecting. Suddenly, after licking Yuji’s shaft, Akira’s mouth was on his balls. Yuji let out a very guttural groan as the other gave them a suck. His hand reflexively dug into Akira’s hair begging for more, and more was exactly what Akira gave him. Akira’s hands were all over Yuji, his cock, his hips, his balls, everything. Akira’s mouth soon was sucking on him again, the mouth tight and wet and warm.

“Oh fuck… Akira, where did you learn how to suck like this?” he asked.

Akira only smirked and hummed around the cock that was managing to get shoved further and further down his throat. Every now and then he would let up, only to suck on the cock as if it was never going to leave his mouth.

And Yuji never wanted it to, unless it got to go in another wonderful place. Yuji licked his lips as his cock pulsed in Akira’s mouth. He wanted to fuck him so bad. “Akira…” he trailed off, tugging on his hair a little bit, letting Akira know that he wanted him to stop. “Akira, I want to fuck you. God, please can I fuck you,” he whimpered as Akira came back up on his cock, that accursed mouth sucking him again hard and long.

Akira looked up to him and hummed before moving back and laying back on top of his pile of clothes. He pushed the panties to one side, not that they were really able to hold him anymore. He moved his fingers of one hand to his mouth and sucked on them for a bit before moving them down his body and pushing them against his asshole. “What are you waiting for?” he asked softly, with a soft mewl at the finger he had just pushed inside. “Fuck me,” he whispered.

Yuji did not need to be told twice, soon he was back down and on top of Akira again. His own fingers taking the wetness from Akira’s mouth and placing them down at Akira’s ass. He stuck a finger inside and then another and then one more, twisting his fingers and stretching the hole for himself, slowly but surely. Yuji wasn’t a huge man, and he wouldn’t fake it either. He knew he was a bit smaller than average and he didn’t care, he had never heard any complaints.

Yuji spread his fingers slightly, making sure that Akira was ready for him before he lined up and pushed himself in, slowly. He watched Akira’s pain and pleasure stricken face to tell him when he needed to stop and let Akira get used to what he was doing before he would move on. Once he was all the way in he gave a small grunt. He felt wonderful and he was hoping that Akira was feeling just as well. He looked at Akira again before leaning down and kissing at Akira’s neck. He started to pull his hips back before plunging them back in over and over again.

When he looked at Akira’s face he smirked, he was pleasured that was for sure. Akira let out small moans of pleasure as Yuji screwed him. He felt everything welling up inside of him and just when he thought he couldn’t take it anymore he gave a groan and released himself inside of Akira before he pulled out and started to stroke the other, wanting him to cum as well. He licked his lips and watched Akira’s face the entire time, enjoying how Akira wasn’t hiding what he was feeling, and soon the other came as well.

He groaned when the other came into his hand, he moved his hand up and to Akira’s mouth, “come on, lick it.” He whispered.

Akira did so without hesitation, forcing Yuji to groan again.

“God, you are so hot.” He moaned, still watching the other suck his own come out of his fingers.

Yuji looked down at his own hand and chuckled before washing it against the now cold water in the shower. “Fuck…” he murmured and quickly finished washing himself off and getting out of the shower. He fumbled around the hotel room after that, watching some TV as he waited for the other. He looked around the room and groaned when he realized something he hadn’t before.

The room was a typical hotel room, well a typically nice hotel room. They had the bathroom, the small living room with the kitchenette, and the one king-sized bed. And that’s when he groaned “Fuck… I actually have to sleep next to him.” He mumbled, knowing that if he couldn’t handle watching him dress there was no way he would be able to handle him undressed and in bed with him. He started to flip through the channels, in hopes to distract his gutter thoughts.