Artists Of The Floating World

WARNING: Lemon ahoy! Full, outright yaoi lemon ahead. That’s boys getting jiggy wit other boys, having up close and personal, going all the way, SEX.

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Yugi’s body was alive and burning for Yami’s hot touch and hard, sweaty body. Every nerve pulsed, every sense sung. His physical awareness was heightened. He felt alive; he was high, hot, and insane with desire for the prince.

Yami squeezed Yugi’s pleasure-hardened nipples, licking and nipping at them. He left a trail of kisses down to Yugi’s navel. He kept going lower; he licked the inside of one soft, creamy thigh. Under him, Yugi whimpered and moaned, tossing his head from side to side, fingers clenching and unclenching Yami’s coiled shoulder muscles. He felt agitated; this wasn’t enough. He wanted Yami to smother him, to plunge into the fire raging between his legs, driving him out of his mind.

Yami was rubbing against him fervently now, toned chest heaving with his pants and lean muscles rippling with exertion, sweat glistening in the moonlight. Yugi bucked his slim hips and yelped when a cool, oil-coated finger brushed against his untouched entrance.

“Sh.” Yami breathed heavily in his ear. “This’ll make it easier for you; it won’t hurt as much.”

“I-it already hurts.” Yugi squeaked, his mind still in a pleasure ridden fog.

Yami kissed Yugi’s powdered face until the fear drained from his large eyes and Yugi relaxed under him. The prince ran his oil slicked finger over Yugi’s entrance, dipping the tip in occasionally. Yugi squirmed from the weird feeling, but Yami’s kisses and soft, whispered non-sense endearments distracted him.

Then Yami’s finger plunged all the way in. Yugi stiffened, his breath exhaling in a hiss and he shut his eyes tightly. Yami kissed the tip of his nose and between his eyebrows. Yugi stayed still, uncomfortable. Yami wiggled his finger and Yugi squirmed, wanting to get away from the odd feeling inside him. Then Yami’s questing finger hit something deep inside of him.

Yugi’s eyes flew wide open and he gasped. “Hm?” Yami’s eyebrows rose up. “You okay?” He asked with a gentle, knowing smile.

“Oh.” Yugi stared blankly, concentrating on the feeling pulsing faintly through his body. “Oh. Do that again.” He wanted to feel it again, but stronger and longer this time.

Yami chuckled, kissed the little geisha-to-be’s cherry mouth and added another oil dipped finger. Yugi wriggled, not out of discomfort, trying to draw Yami’s fingers deeper in him, to fan the sparks burning inside.

The prince took his time, torturing the maiko, whose smalle, soft body was writhing madly below him, clutching the discarded robes, twisting and turning. Yami wouldn’t yield; he kept adding fingers and wiggling them, stretching Yugi’s virgin hole, until he was ready. Then Yami coated his full, hard length.

Yugi froze as something much bigger and harder slowly slid into him. The sensation was much more uncomfortable. His face tightened, tears of pain sprang to his eyes, and his little whimpers weren’t from pleasure.

Yami kissed away each tear that fell. Neither one could form any coherent words. Yugi was lost in a world of pain as his virgin body stretched to accommodate Yami’s great, meaty length, and Yami was barely able to restrain himself, his limbs quivering with desire. It took all his strength and incredible will power just to hold himself back, to keep from pounding the soft body beneath him into the futon.

Eventually, Yugi’s breathing evened out and his little body slackened as it grew accustomed to having Yami embedded in it. That’s when Yami lost what little control he had. He rocked his hips, and Yugi’s world exploded into another universe.

At first, the future emperor’s thrusts were slow and sensuous, testing Yugi while the little maiko wiggled, situating himself and falling into Yami’s rhythm. Yugi didn’t know what to do, but Yami was an excellent guide. He pounded, hips thrusting madly, while Yugi bucked up wildly, matching the prince thrusts. The fire burning in their blood crackled and snapped, blazing into a raging inferno that threatened to consume them both.

With a hoarse, loud cry, Yami clutched Yugi’s perfect, round little butt cheeks, pulling himself in as far as he could go. Yugi wrapped his short legs around Yami’s trim waist, assisting him. He wanted this as much as Yami did. He wanted Yami buried in him forever, connecting their bodies and souls so that no one- not even society- could tear them apart.

All too soon, with a hoarse shout, Yami came, spilling his royal seed deep inside the maiko-now-geisha just as Yugi climaxed, too. Yugi arched his back, fingernails raking down Yami’s arms as he came, hot, sticky, and wet between them.

The geisha and prince collapsed side by side, Yami gently sliding out of Yugi, then pulling the younger boy into his chest. Yugi’s soft body nestled against his hard one.

Tbc…

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