Curious Boys

Taking into consideration all four of these guys aren't attached and are free to...
ummm... explore on their own (wicked grin)

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Kesu slipped the movie into the VCR and strode back to the couch, absolutely glaring at Aya, who had plopped himself down in the very center. Kesu curled his leg delicately beneath him and resigned to sit at the end of the couch, near to where Tanji was huddled up in the recliner. The kitsune peered around Aya to see Lane, staring at the light of the TV screen, the only light in the room.

The four of them didn’t do this often, and quite often nothing became of it. They would sit and watch porn movies, rarely talk, and let things just happened as they happened. Their most exciting night had been a week ago when Aya had let Kesu drive him while the cherubic red kitsune sucked off Tanji.

Aya was a horny little fuck, easy to excite and very easy to make come. Tanji was pretty much the same, except with quite a few reservations which really kept him quite subdued, but once he got started he could get off over and over again at a speed that put Aya to shame. Lane was the most difficult at everything, slow to excite, nearly frustrating to encourage, and almost impossible to orgasm. He had only come once, and that had been after an extremely lengthy hand session where the other three had left him alone the entire time. One thing however, he could last a damn long time, and Kesu wanted him for that reason.

Kesu wanted badly for someone to drive him. As much as he loved fucking Aya he really needed a good fucking himself. Aya just wasn’t… well that just didn’t seem right, and Tanji neither because of their height. No it had to be Lane, and Kesu knew Lane would last for him, because Kesu was not the easiest to get to orgasm either.

Aya chewed on his lip, scooting closer to Kesu until the hard bulge in his jeans nudged against Kesu’s thigh. Kesu teased and ignored the younger kitsune until Aya was whimpering, hands grasping and reaching for Kesu’s, begging to be touched. Kesu leaned a bit toward him, eyes intent upon the movie, a hand pressing hard against Aya’s crotch and rubbing slowly. The younger kitsune curled against his chest, whimpering and panting, thrusting up against the touches desperately. Gods he was really horny tonight, even faster than normal.

“Kesu… aahhh… ahhhh,” Aya moaned, his little hand fumbling with the buttons of Kesu’s shirt and slipping within, his nails raking over the smooth expanse. “Suck me off, Kesu… please…”

“Slow down,” Kesu chided softly.

“Gods, Kes please… please suck me,” Aya begged, arching against him and stretching to nip at his neck, hips thrusting so wildly against Kesu’s hand that he had merely to keep it still.

Kesu tore his eyes away from the TV and slipped off the couch, kneeling in front of Aya as the boy settled back against the couch, groaning as Kesu’s nimble fingers removed his hard length from its confinement. Kesu went down on it, taking the whole pulsing organ into his mouth at once. Aya arched up off the couch, body shuddering like a live wire.

Kesu noticed out of the corner of his eye as Tanji slipped from the recliner and onto the floor, leaning back against the couch just beside him. Kesu moaned around Aya’s quivering shaft as Tanji’s little hand found its way to Kesu’s hardening length, stroking in the same rhythm Kesu used to suck on Aya, drawing him in and out of his mouth. The kitsune boy thrust his hips upward madly, trying to match the pace, but nearly doubling it easily. Aya was just insane with blinding need, burying his fingers in Kesu’s mass of silver hair.

Kesu sucked long and hard, his tongue running up the entire length and snaking around the head, nudging against the slit at the tip and tasting Aya’s pre-cum. One strong hand held Aya’s hip down, the other caressing his scrotum and squeezing the base of his hard cock.

“Uhhnn… suck me harder… harder Kesu,” Aya was so vocal, so loud, the loudest of any of them. The way he talked was just sinful, especially with a face that cherubic.

Kesu grazed his teeth along the head of Aya’s penis, making the boy tremble back into silence. He licked the entire length once more, then took all of him into his mouth again. He sucked hard on the tumescent shaft, feeling it harden even further to its full arousal, threatening release. Kesu pushed the organ from his mouth and then plunged it back in, repeatedly, increasing the pace.

Aya’s fingers were like a vice against Kesu’s scalp, his entire body bowed and shuddering, “Gods Kesu… oh gods! Faster! Uhh… uhhhhh… ooh… yes… gods YES!”

Kesu released Aya’s hip, letting the boy thrust up against him, fucking his mouth. Kesu lashed his tongue along the firmness as Aya shoved deeper and deeper to the back of his throat, holding his head still as he bucked. Kesu found Aya’s puckered entrance, plunging two fingers into the boy.

“Oh fuck, Kesu! Uhhhnn… yes yes… just like that… oh gods deeper! Aaahhh… ahh ahh… oh yes… harder!” Aya writhed, nearly gagging Kesu he’d shoved his shaft so far into his mouth, so close to coming.

Kesu plunged his fingers in harder, thrusting over and over, trying to move his head despite Aya’s viselike grip. The friction of the small motion pushed Aya over the edge into orgasm. “Ooooh… YES!” Aya screamed, jetting cum into Kesu’s throat, the elder kitsune swallowing and licking, withdrawing his fingers as the boy fell still back against the couch.

Kesu straightened up, arching himself forward against Tanji’s touch, the boy having never stopped stroking him throughout the entire scene even though he remained fixated on the movie. The kitsune reached and gathered his little friend toward him, settling him on his lap. Tanji bowed his head, hands resting on Kesu’s exposed chest as he finished shrugging off the unbuttoned shirt. Then he reached and divested Tanji of his t-shirt, bending and kissing at his neck as he pulled it off over his head.

Tanji curled against him, resting his head on his chest with his arms around the kitsune’s neck. Kesu held his legs firmly around his waist and slipped up onto the couch, easily taking Tanji with him. Aya was curled at the corner now, brightly flushed and panting, watching in a dreamy haze. It wouldn’t take long for him to get excited again.

Surprisingly, Lane moved a little bit toward Kesu and Tanji, settling himself with his upper body slightly inclined toward them. His icy blue eyes were watching them, not the movie, as his hand reached out delicately to run the backs of his fingers along Tanji’s jaw. Tanji blinked and shivered from the touch, lowering his eyes.

Kesu ran his fingers through Tanji’s hair, nudging the ponytail holder loose. Tanji was excited, just nervous, a little shy and reserved like always. Kesu thought it was adorable, the hot little demon curled there against him, hard length pressing against his belly through his jeans. Still this was bolder than Tanji usually was, and Lane as well, often it was just Kesu being bothered by a horny little Aya the entire time. Quite often Lane and Tanji were too reserved to even touch themselves openly in front of the kitsunes.

Lane leaned a bit further, running his cool touches down Tanji’s spine as he pressed a kiss to Kesu’s cheek. Kesu turned his head and sought out another kiss from the Koorime. Lane had never kissed him before, and it was slow and cool and extremely thorough.

Tanji was thrusting slightly against Kesu, moaning as Kesu’s hand joined Lane’s in attacking that sensitive spot at the base of his spine. He couldn’t help it, those slender massaging fingers just felt so damn good playing across that erogenous zone. Tanji leaned up and nipped at the ear turned towards him as Kesu dueled his tongue with Lane’s. Kesu was a touch surprised by the sudden motion, shifting Tanji a little higher, a little closer against him. If Tanji was going to be this hot and bothered, Kesu was going to take advantage of it.

Kesu suddenly pushed the little demon up off him, making him stand as he perched himself on the edge of the couch, kissing Tanji’s stomach as he worked the closure of his pants. He darted teasing touches as he took his time with the action. Tanji couldn’t keep his hands from shaking as he ran them through Kesu’s hair, darting a glance to Lane as the Koorime slipped into the space behind Kesu, surprising the kitsune.

Lane nudged Kesu’s silver hair to one side, kissing the back of his neck. Gods, the very fact that Lane was behind him was enough to drive Kesu mad with want. And when the hell had the Koorime taken off his clothes? Kesu must have been more dazed than normal. His mental connection with Tanji was a live wire, pulsing with thoughts back and forth. Tanji was scared, but wanting, even needing. Kesu returned a constant stream of soothing, encouraging. The words were hardly ever coherent, mostly it was just feelings, vague emotions broadcast to one another. Kesu was trying harder than usual to engage Tanji in the action, he needed him to be, him and Lane. Aya could go play with himself - literally.

Tanji took the initiative with Kesu’s pants, hands shaking, but nimble and quick about it. Kesu stood slightly to kick away his pants and underwear, shuddering a little as he fell back against Lane, flesh to flesh. Lane’s arms wrapped around his waist and tugged Kesu to the side as he reclined back against the couch arm, Tanji nuzzling himself against Kesu’s chest. By Inari the two of them, the reserved ones, were double-teaming him!

“I need something,” Lane whispered in his ear.

It took a moment for the meaning to register, Kesu was quite overcome with everything. He reached down to the floor where he had discarded his pants and fumbled through the pocket, barely able to concentrate as Tanji had begun nibbling at his chest. He managed to find the little bottle and handed it to Lane.

The scent of sandalwood filled the air as the Koorime inspected the oil. “I don’t like it,” he commented softly.

“It’s… all I have,” Kesu gasped, the friction of Tanji’s jeans against his throbbing erection was just plain agonizing.

“I’ll have to get something else before next time then.”

Lane’s tone was… amused? Kesu couldn’t tell. He managed to lift Tanji enough to arch up, glancing back as Lane coated himself with the oil. Kesu couldn’t believe this was happening, watching as the Koorime set the bottle on the corner table. Lane grasped himself firmly in one hand, guiding Kesu by the waist with the other. The oil eased the entrance, but Lane was still…

Oh gods.

“By Inari… Lane… were you trained for this?” Kesu gasped.

“This?” Lane smirked against his ear, “No… self-study.”

Kesu cried out as Lane hit deep within him, punctuating the meaning of his answer. The kitsune reached back, trying to grasp something, anything. He gazed wide-eyed at the dark ceiling, pressed tightly and deliciously between Lane’s cool thrust and Tanji curled against his chest, torturing him with the rough friction of denim against his hard shaft.

“I don’t think… you’re made to be… seme,” Kesu yelped another sharp cry.

“You can handle me, youko,” Lane smirked against his ear, thrusting slowly. Kesu might have had a point, Lane was almost too big, too much for Kesu to accommodate. He just had to be careful, gentle.

Kesu draped himself back over the Koorime, relaxing completely and letting Lane take over. He blinked, realizing something through the haze. “When… how do you know what seme means, Lane?” he gasped.

“Tanji read to me some of those… what are they?” Lane softly asked the Youkai.

“Doujinshi… some yaoi manga,” Tanji muttered in answer, as if annoyed, darting his tongue to tease Kesu’s nipple erect.

“Conspirers!” Kesu accused, the word turning into a yelp as Tanji thrust himself hard, in unison with Lane’s deep stroke. Tanji grinned up at him in an entirely alluring way Kesu had never seen before. “Planned… this,” he gasped as Lane thrust even deeper.

“Hmm,” was the only answer from Lane that Kesu was going to get.

Kesu nudged Tanji to look at him, but the little fire demon only smirked and darted his tongue out again to excite the neglected nipple. Kesu tried to reach to finish what he started with Tanji’s jeans, he couldn’t stand that friction of denim… how the hell did Tanji?

Lane’s slender fingers teased at his hips, so close to touching his needing hardness. Kesu arched to try and gain some measure of control, to get Lane to touch him, but only made himself cry out from the vicious friction against Tanji’s jeans the motion caused. He reached back with one hand, the other supporting himself against the couch, nails digging in to the cushion. He sought to touch Lane, any part of him, but the Koorime eluded him.

Kesu couldn’t stand it, couldn’t relax. The pressure in him was so high, so unbearable, he ached for the release neither Tanji or Lane seemed to want to provide him. He’d never had anything like this. Gods, him, Kesu Hato, tortured into waiting. It was usually him doing the torturing.

Lane’s tongue flickered against his neck, curling around his earlobe in the most incredible way. Kesu moaned long and loud, giving up on his seeking to touch the koorime, returning to trying desperately to ward off Tanji’s attacks.

Tanji sat up, his denim sheathed erection a firm pressure against Kesu’s tumescent shaft, spanning both Kesu’s and Lane’s legs. He captured Kesu’s seeking hand, grasping it firmly and bringing it to his mouth. Smoldering red eyes intent upon Kesu, holding his gaze, his tongue reached out and drew Kesu’s forefinger into his hot mouth, curling around the digit and giving it a long suck. A tinge of surprise touched Kesu’s pleasure-flushed face. He just had to imagine that mouth on his cock instead of his finger.

“Ta… Tanji,” Kesu managed to gasp, a shudder coursing through him. “Aaahhh!” the kitsune threw his head back as Lane speared him harshly.

Tanji dropped Kesu’s hand, trailing both hands down his friend’s chest, slipping back along the couch a little bit to dip his head. He dusted kisses along the kitsune’s belly, managing to avoid his shaft for the moment despite the increasing thrusts of the two taller boys. He felt Aya behind him, but chose to ignore him for the moment. Tanji glanced up at Lane, seeing that little nod as the Koorime viciously attacked Kesu’s neck with a severe kiss at the same time giving him another really hard thrust.

The movement and Tanji’s precise placement shoved Kesu’s organ into his waiting mouth, totally catching the dazed kitsune off guard. Kesu’s fingers tangled in Tanji’s hair, holding his head still as Lane began shoving into him relentlessly, pushing him up, making him surrender to the rhythm.

Aya slid himself across Tanji’s back, nipping and purring at his ear. His arm snaked around the halfling, fingers fiercely gripping his captive organ and stroking it with a nearly matching pace, just a little faster. Aya bit at Tanji’s neck, smiling to himself as he heard the halfling groan, muffled by the hard shaft in his mouth. Yeah, he liked that spot. Aya licked and nibbled, stroking Tanji faster, caressing himself with the same relentless pace.

“Let me touch you,” he whispered fiercely into Tanji’s ear.

Tanji pulled back slightly from Kesu, licking and nibbling at the trembling head, holding the base of him in one hand. He slipped the other from Kesu’s hip to the waist of his jeans, placing his hand over Aya’s. The red kitsune was distracting Tanji from what he was trying to do, best way to get rid of him was to get him off.

Aya moaned loudly as Tanji thrust back against him, hand atop his guiding them both to shove denim and cloth out of the way to find heated flesh. He purred in Tanji’s ear, stroking him viciously, “Should let me fuck you… you’d love it.”

“Do it and die,” Tanji hissed back, making sure to keep pumping Kesu’s shuddering length while he was distracted by the damn horny little Aya.

“You could fuck me,” Aya made sure to rub himself against Tanji’s back just to annoy the hell out of him. “Let you tear into me, hard and fast, make it hurt… you’d like hurting me like that.”

“I’m perfectly happy with hurting you like this,” Tanji growled and reached back with his free hand and tangled his fingers into Aya’s crimson hair, tugging hard enough to bring tears to the kitsune’s eyes. Aya laughed and moaned all in one sound, the pain driving him that much closer to climax.

“More,” Aya gasped.

Tanji waited until he felt his release trembling on edge, giving Aya another viciously painful yank to his hair. Aya cried out, his hand tightening in reflex and driving Tanji to come with a muted sound, coating his hand with hot fluid, the feel of it shoving Aya into orgasm. Tanji smirked and went down on Kesu’s hard cock again, filling his mouth completely with it, edging it into the back of his throat, already feeling himself hardening again.

Kesu wanted to thrust up into Tanji’s mouth, but Lane held him securely by the hips, shoving up into him. It felt like Lane was splitting him apart he was so hard and huge. There were tears in his eyes from the sensations, the pressure. He was begging, rambling incoherently between moans, Lane’s lips against his ear gently hushing him.

“Lane… gods… Lane,” he felt a tear slip down his cheek as he threw his head back against Lane’s shoulder, his body arching and shuddering beyond his control. “Too much…” he gasped, panting, overwhelmed by the cool pressure within him and the unbearable heated friction of Tanji’s mouth upon him, that hungry mouth taking all of him. “Please … ahh… aahhh!”

“Now youko… come now,” Lane breathed against his neck, pressing his cool lips harshly against the flesh. “Now.”

Lane shoved up into him, fitting so tightly, hitting so high and so hard, faster and faster, Tanji managing to continue with the pace, letting Kesu’s trembling length fuck his mouth harder and deeper with each thrust. Lane hit the apex of a thrust with a shuddering and throttled moan, shooting his release up into the kitsune and throwing him finally into coming, filling Tanji’s mouth with the hot fluid.

Kesu’s body continued shuddering as he fell back against Lane’s cool form, draped back over him and panting. When his arms answered him finally he reached to encourage Tanji into his shaky embrace. The little half demon curled against his chest.

“Get off me,” Lane wriggled out from beneath the two of them, giggling and falling to the floor in a pale heap. He stood a moment later and grabbed their wrists, glancing over to see Aya was curled up in the corner of the couch, sleeping peacefully. He tugged Tanji and Kesu up off the couch, nodding toward the hallway.

Kesu smiled and pulled Tanji after the koorime, the three of them wandering into Kesu’s bedroom and collapsing onto the bed. But this time Kesu made sure it was Tanji in the middle, and on purpose too. The little demon was still blatantly excited, and Kesu couldn’t leave his best friend unfulfilled. Tanji protested slightly as his jeans were stolen from him in the darkness before his sight could adjust, laid on his side on the bed and pressed between the two lanky boys, Kesu behind him from the obvious cool presence of Lane in front of him.

Lane giggled and passed something to Kesu, caressing Tanji’s face with slender and cool fingers, kissing the tip of his nose. Kesu flopped on his back behind Tanji, giggling too, “I’m too tired,” the kitsune took a deep breath, then burst into more giggles.

“Then let me,” Lane calmed himself to snickers, reaching back over Tanji.

“No… mine!” Kesu wriggled away, giggling more.

“What the fuck are ya two on?” Tanji tried to look back to see what Kesu was doing, but he didn’t have to, he recognized the smell of the sandalwood oil.

Lane turned Tanji back to look at him, kissing him again, holding him close to his cool body. He cradled his head in one arm, the other hand trailing down his body, sliding over the well-defined muscles of his chest and abdomen. Then Lane slipped his touches beneath Tanji’s shorts, easily, grasping the burning erection trapped there. Tanji shivered and burrowed closer to the Koorime to muffle his moaning as Lane began a slow and easy stroke, his face flushed and just as heated.

Tanji felt Kesu’s hand slipping down his back, along his spine, teasing a slightly longer but still painfully brief touch over that extremely sensitive vertebrae. Then Kesu nudged past the waistband of Tanji’s shorts – really, what was the point of wearing them? A slender finger penetrated Tanji, making him wince. It was slick with oil, but still…

Kesu paused at the distinct sound of pain, pressing against Tanji’s back and breathing in the scent of his hair. He waited a moment, watching Lane dust kisses over the little demon’s face, then slipped the oiled finger further within. Tanji tensed in reflex, then tried to relax to make it easier. Kesu made sure he was stretched well enough, then slipped in a second finger.

Tanji bit down on Lane’s shoulder, entire body trembling. Normally pain was not something that bothered him, but this was just… different. It almost felt good, it was just too much…

“Stop,” Tanji whimpered, gasping sharply as Kesu tried so gently to remove the invading digits. Lane ran his fingers through Tanji’s hair, kissing over his eyes and across the bridge of his nose. Kesu embraced Tanji from behind, playing with strands of Lane’s hair and sighing.

“Sure he’s not too hot for you, Laney?” Kesu asked softly, brushing the backs of his fingers against Lane’s warm face.

“I’m fine… but he is rather… hot,” Lane nuzzled against Tanji’s cheek, his hand keeping a slow stroking pace on his shaft.

Kesu nipped at Tanji’s ear, “Take me…” he pleaded softly.

Tanji gasped for breath, shaking his head, “I couldn’t… try again.”

Kesu moved back a little bit, running a caressing and loving touch down Tanji’s spine once more, taking his time now to fully exploit Tanji’s strange sensitive area at the small of his back. He dug in just barely with his knuckles and made circular motions that had Tanji arching and moaning in a short minute. Kesu switched that attention to his other hand, continuing without a noticeable pause as he tried once more to penetrate Tanji.

Lane caught up the demon in a passionate kiss, delighted with the way Tanji responded. Inexperienced yes, but very willing to learn. He was right, he probably wouldn’t have been able to drive Kesu, little virgin that he was. Perfectly adorable. Of course they’d planned this, that this would be the night they’d try their damndest to remedy that virgin issue, in a rather roundabout way that included ganging up on the elder kitsune.

Lane slipped his kiss along Tanji’s jaw, finding that other sensitive place on his neck. Perhaps if they kept him pleasurably distracted he wouldn’t notice the stretching Kesu was putting him through.

Tanji slipped his arms up from where they’d rested against the koorime’s chest, encircling his neck and clinging to him as that wave of pleasure stole away rational thought. This was why he did everything to keep himself from getting aroused in the first place, it was very hard to get rid of that excitement once it had overtaken him. His entire life to get aroused was a near terror because of the overkill it took to chase away the desire enough to keep it from coming back.

Kesu looked up at Lane and nodded, motioning the Koorime to move. Lane embraced the little halfling and pulled him over with him as he fell onto his back. Their slender forms fitted so beautifully against one another from Kesu’s perspective as he removed Tanji’s shorts.

The silver kitsune moved himself above Tanji, gazing down at Lane. The koorime didn’t seem too bothered by the half youkai, probably because so much of Tanji’s fire magic was channeled elsewhere. Just had that darn phoenix to worry about, and Kesu had learned long ago not to touch that thing when it was in a foul mood. Kesu gripped Tanji’s hip and nudged gently forward.

Tanji cried out again, clinging tighter to Lane as he felt that invasion, so much more than a finger or two. Lane was cradling him so tenderly, dusting kisses over his forehead, soothing the Jagan with those cool lips. He was also speaking, in a fluid and beautiful language Tanji in any coherent state would have recognized as Koorime.

“Kesu… stop,” Tanji bit down on Lane’s shoulder, holding himself back so he didn’t break the skin.

Kesu slipped away, smiling at Lane, “You wanna give it a go?”

Tanji blinked, “You’re kidding… right?” he gasped.

“Yes he’s kidding,” Lane placed another slow and comforting kiss upon the Jagan, chuckling softly.

“By the gods… Kesu… have you ‘seen’ Lane,” Tanji was still shuddering from the thought alone.

Kesu grinned, “Why yes… I have… just recently too.”

“Just checking your memory you air-headed fox,” Tanji glowered.

Lane ran his fingers lovingly through Tanji’s hair, calming him, “Just relax.”

“I’m trying,” Tanji argued meekly, grumbles muffled against Lane’s chest.

Kesu giggled and placed himself again, kneading at the base of Tanji’s spine instead of holding him by the hip this time, making the little demon whimper and writhe. Tension throughout that tiny body dissolved, barriers slipping away to embrace the kitsune’s exploitation, wrenching a moan from Kesu.

“See, not so bad,” Lane purred, brushing Tanji’s bangs back.

“Yeah? You try it,” Tanji gasped, but had to admit that initial pain was flowing easily into pleasure.

“Oh I will,” Lane smirked at Kesu, making the kitsune shudder.

Tanji whimpered at Kesu’s sudden withdrawal, nearly torn down to tears the aching was so profound. Lane gently turned him, settling him back against his lanky form, nuzzling those cool lips against his ear, dipping his head to find that place along his neck that he loved. Kesu caressed Tanji’s jaw, smiling at him for a moment, barely enough time for those hitching little gasps to slow down at all. Then he tilted Tanji’s hips expertly and entered him again.

That wiry little frame shuddered, arching up toward Kesu, abandoning all reservations. Lane brought one arm around Tanji’s forehead to cradle it gently, the other slipping around his waist, claiming his firm length in a wonderfully chilling grasp. Tanji thrashed, barely held in place, thrusting wildly to seek more of that pressure.

Kesu’s hand came down over Lane’s, the two of them squeezing together to throw Tanji into a blinding orgasm, but it wasn’t enough. The hot little fire demon begged wordlessly for more, his shaft barely losing any rigidity before recovering, especially not under those skillful fingers. Tanji found himself turned once again onto his stomach, a little more viciously this time, even Lane looking a touch surprised before Kesu’s powerful entrance made Tanji squeeze his eyes shut.

“Kesu!” Tanji cried out, tears springing to his eyes.

The koorime embraced him for a moment, holding him still through Kesu’s brutal assault, “Kesu be gentler,” Lane scolded, blinking.

Kesu didn’t seem to listen, tugging Tanji a little further down the bed, until his head rested on the smooth expanse of the Koorime’s stomach. Tanji tried biting down on his lip to keep quiet but it was impossible. The kitsune just kept jarring into him, harder and harder until Tanji was crying freely, Lane’s delicate fingers brushing away the tears before they fell. Kesu was trying his best to sedate Tanji’s desire right here and now, pushing himself too far.

The kitsune lifted Tanji’s hips, using both hands to pull him back into the thrusts, Tanji’s knees falling naturally to support him. However his arms weren’t nearly so responsive, trembling, fingers clutching at the blankets at Lane’s sudden absence. His face was pressed against the cool fabric that covered the bed, the tears no longer stolen before they fled. Where was Lane?

The thought was chased from Tanji’s mind by wave after wave of shudders wracking his body. He gripped the blankets, biting his lip hard enough to draw blood as Kesu pounded into him. Gods it was so much… and release was right there… right within reach… almost…

Everything shattered. Reality tore itself in two and burned in an engulfing white heat. Tanji was left to pick up the pieces, gathering the fragments to put the world back together. He pulled himself up when the bed made its presence known beneath him, panting and blinking his eyes open. Kesu was laying rather contentedly against the wall to his one side, Lane slightly to the other side… just watching.

Tanji took a deep breath to try and steady his unstable heart, blinking back at the Koorime with a curious expression. His trembling hand wandered down, but did not touch. He knew perfectly well that it hadn’t been enough, as good as Kesu had been, that excitement was just refusing to go away so easily this time, even more persistent than other times. His only comfort could have been that Lane didn’t appear to be all too ‘satisfied’ with the situation either.

Tanji tried to ignore his shaking, creeping slowly up the bed, his eyes never leaving Lane’s. As Tanji bent over him, Lane reached up and caressed his hair, his cheek, down along his neck.

“I doubt that did anything for you,” Tanji stopped himself dangerously close, wondering precisely why he had gotten that close, almost close enough to kiss...

“Watching usually does not,” Lane answered in his typical straight forward and honest manner.

“I don’t know what… why,” Tanji stammered, his voice so unreliable.

“Shhh,” Lane smiled, his cooling touch running down the halfling’s shoulder, across his chest, making him shiver.

Suddenly, surprising even himself, Tanji closed the distance between their lips, his heat melding with that coolness. Just before he felt Lane moving to embrace him, Tanji drew himself back, kneeling there at the center of the bed, all the old reservations back in place.

He glanced over at Kesu, his old friend slipping into a lethargic half-sleep, smiling with a touch of apology. Well at least they’d solved one problem, he contented himself with that. Still he quietly hoped that Tanji would get over his fears, to ask for what he needed, to do something. He could see the little demon was working it out behind those ruby eyes, slightly wider than normal, making him look so young and innocent, and that blush to his cheeks completed an alluring perfection. Lane wanted him to ask as well, to make some indication. Kesu nearly laughed, here were two who always played at being uke, always so quiet and reserved and submissive. He wondered if anything would happen at all, or if he would be forced to take care of this. The kitsune could, if he really wanted to, but he was rather happy basking there in the after effects, didn’t want to ruin that. He had claimed Tanji, brought him to release twice, wasn’t that enough for one night?

Tanji, obviously not thinking so, very slowly shifted back, placing his hands behind him. He leaned back, lowering his head but not his crimson gaze, moving subtly to offer Lane an all too good look at him, his hard length curved up against his belly. Kesu’s breath caught in his throat. He’d never expected Tanji would do that.

Lane took his time to appreciate what was offered to him, letting the tension in the air build on purpose. Kesu had tried to break Tanji using force – not a bad method, just not the right method for the moment. Lane could take his time and be a little more tactful, find what Tanji really needed, perhaps even rouse the kitsune back into playing.



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