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laurabryannanThe Master of Seduction has a plan! 1061 words. Not particularly worksafe.
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[Part 20] [Part 21] [Part 22] [Part 23] [Part 24]
Business as Usual, part 25
by Laura Bryannan
The Master of Seduction had everything prepared. Dinner was ordered. Booze was chilling in the fridge. When Jin walked through the door everything in him screamed, Want! Now! But the small amount of civilizing that had sunk into his brain insisted it would be uncool and impolite to jump the guy before he fed him, so he decided to be patient and bide his time.
“I really shouldn't,” Jin said, when Mugen offered him sake. “Alcohol and I do not get along.”
“You were fine the other night,” he argued.
“That was a fluke,” Jin replied, but Mugen insisted, so Jin took the bottle. Mugen knew that Jin had consumed two and half bottles of sake the other evening, so he was ready to push a similar amount on him tonight. He'd ordered dinner from a different place so as to not appear too obvious, but otherwise the game plan was Do What Worked Last Time.
The Master of Seduction felt proud of his strategy and looked forward to another amazing evening. In the meantime, he was mesmerized by everything the guy did. The way those unimaginably long fingers held his chopsticks as he ate, the thoughtful way he chewed his food, the rise and fall of his chest as he breathed. Yes, The Master of Seduction was in heat, but he couldn't remember when he'd felt so alive, so he wasn't complaining.
When Jin finished his first bottle, another magically appeared in his hand. “No Mugen,” Jin protested. “I've had enough. Really.”
“Aw, come on,” Mugen wheedled. “Just one more. We haven't finished eating yet.” Jin sighed, then reluctantly agreed, and the Master of Seduction's fate was sealed.
Mugen's mind was wandering again, remembering how different Jin looked with his hair down last night, how silky it was and how good it smelled—how good Jin smelled in general. The guy's scent could make him hard in a second. He was hard, he realized, the discomfort in his jeans rousing him from his musings.
Mugen picked up the remains of dinner, declining Jin's offer to help, and carried everything off to the kitchen. He could have killed for a cigarette, but was learning how to deal with his habit around a non-smoking lover. Jin didn't seem to mind that he always tasted of tobacco, but he didn't want to shove it up the guy's nose. He took one last swig of sake before savoring what was to come. It was finally time! The moment he'd been dreaming of all night.
The Master of Seduction entered the living room with a barely-contained swagger. He had even unbuttoned his shirt to enhance the effect. Wait! What the hell? The Master of Seduction was most dismayed to find the object of his affection horizontal on the couch, eyes closed, a dreamy expression on his face. He poked the resplendent figure, his heart sinking.
“Hey!”
Jin stirred, opening his eyes a fraction, and smiled sleepily. “Oh...Mugen.” The eyes closed again.
Mugen shook him harder. “Come on, Jin. What the fuck? Wake up!”
“Mmmm,” Jin murmured. “All right.” Then he promptly dozed off once more.
The Master of Seduction did not understand. The plan was a good plan. It had worked before, so why didn't it work this time? It was a mystery, one worthy of deep thought. But since The Master of Seduction was not a contemplative man, he assessed the current situation and reluctantly decided on a new course of action.
The sleeping form was most alluring, as the face was devoid of the scowl that found permanent residence there. Jin was laying with his head pillowed on his arm, knees pulled up, other arm at his side. He had worn an actual shirt tonight, so Mugen unbuttoned and pulled it back, exposing one half of the long torso, nipple and shoulder.
Making room on the coffee table, Mugen sat down and got himself out. He'd been hard all night, for the most part, so it felt wonderful to finally be unconstrained. As he stroked himself he fell to dreaming again, staring at the exposed skin of Jin's upper body...how that skin smelled when he was all steaming and sweaty from sex...that amazing porcelain skin that Mugen wanted to suck and bite and scratch and mark, mine!
He couldn't believe how hot it was to be with someone strong, someone who seemed his equal. He'd had no experience with such a human before, but Jin was demanding it, making it happen, so he accepted it. That The Master of Seduction was playing uke to anyone—even such a beautiful and mysterious specimen as Jin—was unheard of. He had never willingly taken that position with anyone before, but it seemed to work, and he was amazed at how much it turned him on.
Mugen stroked harder, staring at the pale form glowing on the couch as he remembered Jin's fingers doing all the right things. Teeth at his neck and shoulder barely distracting him from the burn at being entered. And god, how deep he went! It made Mugen shudder to recall how far inside Jin could touch him. He had quite a weapon but he used it carefully, never jabbing or wounding, always lulling Mugen into an erotic stupor with his smooth, deliberate rhythms.
Maybe his ears are burning, Mugen laughed to himself as Jin stirred, settling further on his back, his mouth opening the slightest bit. Ohhh that mouth! Mugen was close to orgasm, and thinking about Jin's mouth brought him ever closer. Mugen loved the way the guy kissed him—never letting Mugen take over, their continual battle for penetration rights. It was great, and it made him so damn horny.
And then there was Jin's mouth on his cock. It was so absolutely goddamn fucking amazing and...enough to send him over the edge. Mugen lay back with a groan, back arching, letting the warmth spatter his belly and not the carpet.
He lay there panting, smiling ruefully. Once again, Jin managed to foil his plans. How did he do it? Hanging with him sure kept a guy on his toes. Mugen decided that next time he'd follow his instincts and fuck him the second he walked in the door. When did he ever give a shit about being polite anyway?
to be continued
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[Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3] [Part 4] [Part 5] [Part 6] [Part 7] [Part 8] [Part 9] [Part 10]
[Part 11] [Part 12] [Part 13] [Part 14] [Part 15] [Part 16] [Part 17] [Part 18] [Part 19]
[Part 20] [Part 21] [Part 22] [Part 23] [Part 24]
Business as Usual, part 25
by Laura Bryannan
The Master of Seduction had everything prepared. Dinner was ordered. Booze was chilling in the fridge. When Jin walked through the door everything in him screamed, Want! Now! But the small amount of civilizing that had sunk into his brain insisted it would be uncool and impolite to jump the guy before he fed him, so he decided to be patient and bide his time.
“I really shouldn't,” Jin said, when Mugen offered him sake. “Alcohol and I do not get along.”
“You were fine the other night,” he argued.
“That was a fluke,” Jin replied, but Mugen insisted, so Jin took the bottle. Mugen knew that Jin had consumed two and half bottles of sake the other evening, so he was ready to push a similar amount on him tonight. He'd ordered dinner from a different place so as to not appear too obvious, but otherwise the game plan was Do What Worked Last Time.
The Master of Seduction felt proud of his strategy and looked forward to another amazing evening. In the meantime, he was mesmerized by everything the guy did. The way those unimaginably long fingers held his chopsticks as he ate, the thoughtful way he chewed his food, the rise and fall of his chest as he breathed. Yes, The Master of Seduction was in heat, but he couldn't remember when he'd felt so alive, so he wasn't complaining.
When Jin finished his first bottle, another magically appeared in his hand. “No Mugen,” Jin protested. “I've had enough. Really.”
“Aw, come on,” Mugen wheedled. “Just one more. We haven't finished eating yet.” Jin sighed, then reluctantly agreed, and the Master of Seduction's fate was sealed.
Mugen's mind was wandering again, remembering how different Jin looked with his hair down last night, how silky it was and how good it smelled—how good Jin smelled in general. The guy's scent could make him hard in a second. He was hard, he realized, the discomfort in his jeans rousing him from his musings.
Mugen picked up the remains of dinner, declining Jin's offer to help, and carried everything off to the kitchen. He could have killed for a cigarette, but was learning how to deal with his habit around a non-smoking lover. Jin didn't seem to mind that he always tasted of tobacco, but he didn't want to shove it up the guy's nose. He took one last swig of sake before savoring what was to come. It was finally time! The moment he'd been dreaming of all night.
The Master of Seduction entered the living room with a barely-contained swagger. He had even unbuttoned his shirt to enhance the effect. Wait! What the hell? The Master of Seduction was most dismayed to find the object of his affection horizontal on the couch, eyes closed, a dreamy expression on his face. He poked the resplendent figure, his heart sinking.
“Hey!”
Jin stirred, opening his eyes a fraction, and smiled sleepily. “Oh...Mugen.” The eyes closed again.
Mugen shook him harder. “Come on, Jin. What the fuck? Wake up!”
“Mmmm,” Jin murmured. “All right.” Then he promptly dozed off once more.
The Master of Seduction did not understand. The plan was a good plan. It had worked before, so why didn't it work this time? It was a mystery, one worthy of deep thought. But since The Master of Seduction was not a contemplative man, he assessed the current situation and reluctantly decided on a new course of action.
The sleeping form was most alluring, as the face was devoid of the scowl that found permanent residence there. Jin was laying with his head pillowed on his arm, knees pulled up, other arm at his side. He had worn an actual shirt tonight, so Mugen unbuttoned and pulled it back, exposing one half of the long torso, nipple and shoulder.
Making room on the coffee table, Mugen sat down and got himself out. He'd been hard all night, for the most part, so it felt wonderful to finally be unconstrained. As he stroked himself he fell to dreaming again, staring at the exposed skin of Jin's upper body...how that skin smelled when he was all steaming and sweaty from sex...that amazing porcelain skin that Mugen wanted to suck and bite and scratch and mark, mine!
He couldn't believe how hot it was to be with someone strong, someone who seemed his equal. He'd had no experience with such a human before, but Jin was demanding it, making it happen, so he accepted it. That The Master of Seduction was playing uke to anyone—even such a beautiful and mysterious specimen as Jin—was unheard of. He had never willingly taken that position with anyone before, but it seemed to work, and he was amazed at how much it turned him on.
Mugen stroked harder, staring at the pale form glowing on the couch as he remembered Jin's fingers doing all the right things. Teeth at his neck and shoulder barely distracting him from the burn at being entered. And god, how deep he went! It made Mugen shudder to recall how far inside Jin could touch him. He had quite a weapon but he used it carefully, never jabbing or wounding, always lulling Mugen into an erotic stupor with his smooth, deliberate rhythms.
Maybe his ears are burning, Mugen laughed to himself as Jin stirred, settling further on his back, his mouth opening the slightest bit. Ohhh that mouth! Mugen was close to orgasm, and thinking about Jin's mouth brought him ever closer. Mugen loved the way the guy kissed him—never letting Mugen take over, their continual battle for penetration rights. It was great, and it made him so damn horny.
And then there was Jin's mouth on his cock. It was so absolutely goddamn fucking amazing and...enough to send him over the edge. Mugen lay back with a groan, back arching, letting the warmth spatter his belly and not the carpet.
He lay there panting, smiling ruefully. Once again, Jin managed to foil his plans. How did he do it? Hanging with him sure kept a guy on his toes. Mugen decided that next time he'd follow his instincts and fuck him the second he walked in the door. When did he ever give a shit about being polite anyway?
to be continued
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Date: 2006-09-21 02:52 am (UTC)