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RP Log - Kajimoto, Yukimura
Dated: backdated somewhat to 8/17 (I think)
Rating: NC-17 sweet, blissful PWP.
Summary: It's Swimsuit Week and Kajimoto can't take his eyes off Yukimura. What's a boy to do? Quickie in the closet during lunch break, of course.

"Swimsuit Week" at Prince Academy had just barely begun--and Kajimoto had already realized he was going to get very little done in his classes. Perhaps it was just evidence of Yukimura's influence on him, but he found it increasingly difficult to take his eyes off the blue-haired boy all through his morning classes... and the more he looked at that gorgeous body from the corner of his eye, the more he found himself thinking about what he'd much rather be doing than...calculus. He sighed in relief when the bell for lunch finally rang, though he didn't stand to leave even as the other students and teacher quickly filed out, very pointedly taking his time in putting his things away. What to do...

Yukimura tried to concentrate on the lecture but instead of thinking about limits, he found his thoughts trailing toward the ripples of Kajimoto's firm torso... Thankfully the bell interrupted his thoughts before they got too graphic. This "Swimsuit Week" was an interesting idea but just as he had feared, he was getting much too distracted. A half-naked Kajimoto never did well with his hormones.

He stood up, got his books and walked over to where his boyfriend sat. Leaning over the other's desk, chest exposed by the unbuttoned shirt that draped over his lithe frame, Yukimura smiled warmly. "You ready for lunch?"

When he lifted his head again, Kajimoto was presented with a rather nice view of the bare chest he'd been eyeing for the past few hours... he almost groaned as he practically felt his willpower shatter, and all Yukimura had done was lean on his desk and smile at him. "I..." he began, and paused as he glanced quickly around the room. Empty. No sound could clear out a room quite as quickly as a lunch bell, and for that he was entirely grateful. Finally feeling it was safe to stand again, he did so, leaning forward with both hands on the desk to kiss Yukimura without warning. When he pulled away again, he spoke in a much different near-whisper, his expression sliding into a barely readable smirk. "I don't know about that, fuhrer. How has Swimsuit Week been treating you?"

Yukimura's breath hitched at Kajimoto's boldness and spontaneity when lips covered his own. Well that was a pleasant surprise. His stomach twisted when his boyfriend spoke "fuhrer" breathily and he had to clutch the edge of the desk to keep his composure and to prevent his knees from buckling. He couldn't help melting whenever that word left Kajimoto's lips; the very fact that it came from his lover added a whole new layer of sensuality to the word and it turned him on every single time.

"Hm it's been all right. I do get a nice view...," he answered nonchalantly, trying to appear unaffected by the distracting bare flesh that invited lips and hands to touch. He straightened himself again and turned toward the door, looking back at the other boy. "Well? Are you coming to lunch or not? I'm a bit hungry." Grey eyes met violet as he studied Kajimoto's expression, not missing the small smirk on his face.

Yukimura made a good act of appearing unphased by this unique demonstration of "school spirit"... but Kajimoto had the distinct feeling that if he was suffering, Yukimura was too. He did, after all, chalk it up to the other boy's influence--not that he particularly minded, when he thought about it. He tossed his bookbag around his shoulder as Yukimura turned away, only to walk up behind the other boy, arms slipping around his waist to pull him back against his chest as he kissed that pale neck. Hungry? So was he. "Maybe...not."

A sigh of appreciation escaped supple lips. "Takahisa...stop that. Someone might see," Yukimura reprimanded despite suppressing a shiver. Having the whole school find out about their dear prefects' relationship was not what he wanted... much less the faculty. He unwrapped Kajimoto's arm around his waist and fell back walking beside him. "Oh...," a disappointed look flitted across his features before being replaced by a small smile. "Ah that's all right then. I'll see you after lunch?"

Kajimoto checked the digital watch he wore around his wrist--he didn't usually wear one, but one has to accessorize the beach wear, you know. Fourty-five minutes of their hour-long lunch break left. He looked to Yukimura again. He had a problem to address (namely, uncharacteristic horniness) and several options for solving it. The option directly at his side seemed most appealing. "Hnn... are you sure you don't want to come with me?"

Yukimura blinked and looked curiously at Kajimoto. What's he up to...? "So, where will you be going...?" He also noticed that his boyfriend's trunks looked a bit tighter now... No, NO he will not look anywhere near Kajimoto's crotch. Though Yukimura did have to admit that the other certainly piqued his interest. The unknown was such an allure for him and coming from the predictable Kajimoto made things all the more exciting.

Kajimoto noticed the brief slip of Yukimura's line of sight to his shorts, and it was at that second he made his decision: here and now. He stopped suddenly, turning to face the other boy in the by now deserted hallway--those students who weren't in class were already no doubt ravenously crowding the lunch lines. He was standing in front of a... closet door? He reached behind his back, turning the door handle experimentally--unlocked during class hours, as he knew--and the door opened just a crack, revealing a darkened storage room. "Where am I going? Right here." Kajimoto took hold of Yukimura's wrist, pulling the boy flush against him as he backed into the room and flipped on the lights, face impassive as if sneaking into a school closet with a gorgeous half-naked boy and a hard-on was the most normal thing in the world... except for the reappearance of that tiny, almost unnoticable smirk.

Yukimura remained staring at Kajimoto quizzically until he was suddenly pulled by the wrist into a storage closet, door shutting and locking behind him. Recovering from the shock, a knowing grin creeped onto his lips. He didn't expect this to happen from the usually level-headed boy but he quite liked this new, spontaneous version. Most of the time, he had to provoke his boyfriend in some way for him to do anything. "Hmm so this is what you had in mind." Arms curled around Kajimoto's neck as he spoke beside the other's ear, voice soft and silky and sensual, "You're taking me out for dinner later for making me miss lunch, Takahisa."

Kajimoto chuckled softly in reply, the sound deep and pleasant... but most of all, rare. "Hardly a penalty, fuhrer. Glad to see you decided to stay with me." He pushed Yukimura gently against the firmly shut and locked door, pressed against him with the full length of his body as his hands carressed the pale skin of the other boy's sides, sliding down to his hips. Fourty minutes left, he kept track of the time in his mind. It would have to be quick. Kajimoto leaned in to claim Yukimura's mouth, tongue slipping past the other's lips. There was both a gentleness and urgency in his actions, a sense of danger in not only the possibility of being caught, but of running out of time... even he had to admit it was exciting.

Yukimura decided he liked the sound of Kajimoto's voice when he chuckled. It was rich, deep and he could feel the rumbling against his skin. Letting himself be pushed against the door, he thought back to the first time at the park when he was pushed similarily against a tree trunk. He smiled fondly at the memory against his lover's lips and opened his mouth eagerly. He groaned when he felt Kajimoto's arousal rubbing against him but even sound was devoured by the kiss. Adrenaline coursed through his veins at the potential danger of getting caught. His heart beat faster, breathing quickened in pace and his excitement down his spine and pooled in his lower half. He managed to breathe out between kisses and moans, "Takahisa... you're such a bad boy."

In an almost repeat performance of that night in the park, Kajimoto's hand was on Yukimura's thigh, sneaking up the fabric of his swim trunks to knead the soft skin beneath and lifting his leg a little as he pressed the boy firmly against the door, increasing the maddening friction between them. It wasn't all the same, though--this time, instead of stopping, Kajimoto's lips trailed down to Yukimura's neck, teeth grazing the sensitive skin before he sucked lightly at the hollow of the other boy's collarbone. "Only for you, Seiichi," he smirked just a little, before dipping his head to lap at a nipple exposed by the other's unbuttoned shirt, finally giving that bare chest the attention it had demanded all through his morning classes.

Moans spilled from kiss-bitten lips when hand and tongue wandered onto skin. The tempo started increasing as they moved to faster against each other. Between whimpers and gasps, Yukimura slipped Kajimoto's shirt off of his body, giving him full access to bare skin hot with desire. It wasn't every day that Kajimoto initiated something and he was going to reap all the benefits of this time. He could feel his own erection straining against his trunks and desperately wanted freedom. He rubbed against his lover to show his need.

Kajimoto paused a moment to groan lowly, almost a growl from the back of his throat, feeling his boyfriend's arousal rub against his own through the thin fabric of their swimming shorts. There was something about knowing the situation had gotten Yukimura so hard so quickly that just added to the excitement... something so very raw about what they were doing that overwhelmed his mind and won over his usual inhibitions. He just wanted to hear Yukimura pant and moan like that even louder, because he knew they had to be quiet--it was a strange irony. His hands returned to the other boy's waist, fingers slipping beneath the waistband of his shorts to pull the unneeded cloth down his hips, his tongue tracing a burning trail downwards across the white skin and subtle musculature of the other's flat stomach as his own knees bent in a crouch.

Yukimura's legs threatened to buckle when his shorts were pulled off of his hips and kisses trailed after them. He braced himself against Kajimoto, hands on his shoulders to prevent himself from falling down. But the sight of Kajimoto going down to a crouch tore a groan from his throat. Breathing loud and labored, he watched his lover through delicate eyelashes and with smokey grey eyes. "Takahisa..." pant "I didn't know you were this hungry," a smirk appeared on his lips despite how vulnerable he felt to the other's ministrations. This version of Kajimoto was very exciting indeed; Yukimura decided to play with this one some more in the future.

Now on his knees before Yukimura, Kajimoto looked up with a wider smirk, violet meeting darkened grey as his hands caressed the bare skin of the other boy's inner thighs appreciatively... Yukimura had beautiful thighs. He kissed the skin there, sucking with a little nibble of teeth, wondering in the back of his mind if the flesh here would mark as easily as his lover's neck. "Hnn... but I am," his voice was deep and husky, and his tone reflected his smirk, though his reply was short--he didn't have a way with these words. For him, actions spoke far louder. And he proved that point as his lips moved to his boyfriend's cock, licking slowly up the length of it before taking what he could into his mouth. It wasn't something he'd done before, but sex was a game he was learning by instinct and Yukimura's example... and he was proving to be a very able student.

"Nnngh~!!" Yukimura purred like a pleased kitten with glazed over eyes when Kajimoto's hands stroked his extremely sensitive inner thighs. The other further exploited this weakspot by kissing and nibbling that sent sparks jolting across his skin. But when wet lips closed around his cock in a smothering heat, Yukimura's senses spiraled dangerously. Tossing his head back with half-lidded eyes, he had to bite his lower lip to keep the jumble of incoherent German words at bay but moans still escaped, resonating deep within his throat. Oh Gott, he was getting good at this.

Ah, just what he wanted to hear... encouraged by the throaty moans and only wanting to hear more, Kajimoto continued, suckling the other boy's length gently as his tongue massaged up and down Yukimura's shaft, licking and swirling across the head of it only to relentlessly repeat the process. It was strange, almost burning hot in his mouth and the taste wasn't entirely pleasant... but to see Yukimura practically at his mercy when he looked up with darkened violet eyes, the other panting and groaning for more, was completely worth it. His hands still kneaded the other boy's sensitive thighs as his mouth worked, assaulting the other boy with sensation.

Yukimura's cock throbbed in the hot cavern of Kajimoto's mouth as the other licked and sucked the head. Euphoria surged against him, trying to pull him under though he tried to resist it. But he couldn't help from bucking his hips and thrusting lightly into the wet warmth because it just felt so good. Yukimura took in a ragged breath and brought a hand up to cover his mouth. He couldn't make too much noise in this closet yet that excited him even more because how taboo and daring this was. As much as he enjoyed this...attention, he didn't like it that his boyfriend wasn't getting much out of this. Yukimura was always fair.

"Takahisa...," he panted huskily as he grabbed handfuls of brown hair, "fuck me now." It was a command and he didn't even care if his words were vulgar. He was beyond caring now that his mind was threatening to turn blank from all the pleasure that was bombarding him. He just wanted to be fulfilled, hard and fast.

Having his hair messed up was going to be a problem later, when they would both be trying to look inconspicuous, but upon hearing his lover's desperate command, the other's usually silky, melodic voice thick with lust... suddenly he didn't care. It was crude, demanding, completely lacking in romance... and incredibly fucking hot. Kajimoto pulled away, standing again as he checked the time on his watch--twenty-three minutes. With Yukimura in fits and himself in painful need of release, that time was going to be more than enough. He took the other boy's face firmly in his hands, pressing a brief but demanding kiss to those supple wet lips, thrusting his tongue deeply into his mouth. He pulled away again with a small nod of assent. "Turn around," he commanded now, his voice deep and husky and his words short. "Against the door." He reached to the pocket of his shorts, pulling out a small tube of lubricant...and the question of why he was carrying that around could only be answered by the fact that his boyfriend was Yukimura Seiichi.

Yukimura did as he was told and turned around obediently, leaning against the door. He didn't mind surrendering control over to this Kajimoto. He was really enjoying his boldness and demanding voice, actually. Kajimoto was fucking sexy like this. He knew that they didn't have much time to take care of their needs, though he still wished that his lover would hurry up. He was getting impatient and he needed release badly. There was no way he would walk back to class, the Kaiser's class no less, with an arousal and things left half done. A whimper floated out of his mouth unintentionally, showing how desperate he wanted and needed to be taken.

Kajimoto stepped out of his own shorts before quickly coating his fingers and his erection in lube, dropping the small container to be forgotten for the next twenty minutes. He felt the urgency and the need between them just as strongly as Yukimura, but he knew what came next was going to be have to be fast--and as a consequence, just as rough--and for now, he had to muster just a few more moments of patience to make sure his boyfriend would still be able to walk by the time they left. With one hand he pulled just a little at the fabric of Yukimura's open shirt, baring one shoulder... which he promptly bit lightly, sucking the skin in a teasing distraction as he thrust two gel-coated fingers of his other hand thrust into the other boy's entrance, neither as carefully nor as gently as their previous sexual encounters--the situation didn't call for it.

Hissing at the sudden intrusion, Yukimura bit his lips to keep from crying out. It hurt but the pain soon faded into pleasure as his body adjusted to the fingers. He had to switch to biting his finger (because his lip was already abused enough) so as not to make any sharp sounds when Kajimoto parted his fingers in a scissoring motion, grazing against the spot and igniting the bundles of nerves inside.

Kajimoto knew from what he could see of Yukimura's face when the other boy was ready, and his assumption was confirmed when his muffled whimpers turned more into restained moans. He withdrew his fingers, wordlessly positioning himself behind his lover, taking ahold of those slim hips as his only warning before he entered him. A heady moan escaped his lips as he eased himself in on the first stroke, allowing Yukimura a moment to adjust to the feeling, inhaling sharply as he pulled back again... and then his grip on the other boy's waist tightened as he thrust back into that inviting heat with uncharacteristic force and another near-growl, setting a quick and demanding pace.

Yukimura braced himself againt the door frame to prevent himself from slamming against the door. The first thrust was slow, but the second and third that followed were fast and rough, Kajimoto's hips snapped back and forth to an allegro beat, rhythm and intensity rising in a crescendo with every thrust. Pain and pleasure twisted and mingled together that Yukimura didn't know whether he was gripping the door frame with a vice-like hold and clenching his jaws to stop crying out from the roughness or from the utter euphoria that it caused. But he did know that he enjoyed every bit of it and shivered at the growl that slipped from the usually collected boy's lips.

Kajimoto forced himself to remain quiet, holding back the groans that threatened to wrench from the back of his throat as he thrust, the sound subsiding into a low hiss and a voiced pant that punctuated each stroke. His fingers remained on Yukimura's hips in a grip almost tight enough to bruise as he pulled the other boy's hips back against his own with each hard rocking motion--each stroke deep and fast, intended to bring them both to the height of their passion as quickly as possible, stamina be damned. He could see the pain evident in Yukimura's white-knuckled grip on the doorframe, but he could hear the pleasure in what sensual noises the other boy let slip past his clenched jaws, and that only drove him on.

Under normal circumstances, Yukimura would be screaming by now but he bit back every one of them. But he could feel the waves of pleasure cresting over as he finally came, arching his back against Kajimoto. Now boneless and exhausted, he slumped against the door and panted to catch his breath. He felt sleepy because doing it hard and fast always tired him out but he knew they had to go to classes soon. Skipping from Sanada's class was not an option either. He turned his head and looked at his lover, smiling warmly with an expression full of love. He really liked this new Kajimoto and hoped to see it more in the future.

Feeling Yukimura's clench around him as the other boy arched so beautifully, biting back a scream as he finally reached his orgasm--it was only natural Kajimoto came soon after with a final deep thrust, wrapping his arms around his lover's waist tightly and muffling a small cry against his still-clothed shoulder. He slumped against the door with him, resting his chin on that shoulder as he was just tall enough to do so, panting to catch his breath. Finally calmed somewhat, he slowly withdrew, returning Yukimura's loving smile with a little one of his own. Maybe the romance of the moment wasn't a lost cause... he turned the other boy to face him again, pressing a gentle, lingering kiss to his abused lips. "I love you." He paused, suddenly remembering where they were and what they had done, and checked his watch. Nevermind about that romance thing. "...we have five minutes until the bell."

Five minutes left... time for damage control.

Yukimura pulled on his shorts and straightened his shirt so that he looked somewhat decent. He then moved on to clean the mess they made. Someone had to cover their tracks. After doing so, he raised his arms above his head and stretched languidly, his lithe body pulled taut and then relaxed. He stepped toward Kajimoto again and wound his arms around his lover's neck, pulling him into a hug.

"You're hot when you're spontaneous," he whispered in Kajimoto's ear before nipping along the curve.

Kajimoto had the same idea, and as Yukimura pulled away he also moved to gather and pull on his clothes, fix his hair somewhat, and help the other boy take care of the mess--it was convenient they were in a storage closet, as one shelf was stacked with boxes of tissues. As for the fact that the air of the small room was now heavy with the distinct scent of sex... well, there would still be no evidence that pointed back to them.

When they'd finished Kajimoto readily returned the lazy embrace he was pulled into, breath hitching a second as Yukimura teased his sensitive ear. "Mm... I couldn't resist you." He half-smirked, pulling the other boy back enough to kiss him again, tongue flicking briefly across the other's lips though he kept the kiss light and short. He then sighed a little, reluctantly. He wasn't sure if it was going to be easier or harder to concentrate on his next class than it had been just an hour before... "Shall we go?"

Yukimura ran his hand through his hair, untangling knots that had formed during their fun. He tried to ignore the tingling in his lower back that was already sore. Idly wondering if he could sit on a chair without wincing, he checked himself once more. It wouldn't do to be walking into class disheveled with after-sex hair. But it did feel good to finally release his pent up sexual frustrations. Smiling back at his boyfriend, he nodded and gestured to the door. "After you."

Kajimoto smiled softly before unlocking the door again, pushing it open. He took Yukimura's hand, kissing it lightly--again playing the role of the gentlemen--leading the other boy back out into the hallway first and handing him his books. "No, after you." He turned off the lights in the room and closed the door behind them, just as the bell rang to dismiss class and lunch--students pouring out into the halls and suspecting nothing as the two of them walked side-by-side to their next class.