A firm hand had found Hokuto’s shoulder, pushing him to the wall and pinning him there with hard hips before searing lips captured him in a dangerous kiss. The music from the pool in the back of the house was pumping, pulsing a beat through the house to Hokuto’s body that matched the rhythm of his heart. It was a sweet, delicious anticipation of what was to come, and he wanted to savor every single second of it.
He felt Jesse’s hands reach up, cupping Hokuto’s cheeks, but he was too lost in feeling those dangerous hips roll into his. He had been admiring them not even ten minutes before, wondering what it would feel like to have them against Hokuto’s own. It was only driving up Hokuto’s desire to get to that hard package hidden beneath layers of expensive clothing.
He grasped onto Jesse’s loose shirt, so many buttons already undone showing off a beautifully toned chest that Hokuto craved more of. If his lips hadn’t been already occupied, Hokuto would have pushed Jesse to the floor, ripping that pesky fabric from Jesse’s body so he could worship every muscle on that gorgeous chest. He filed away the thought for later. For now, the only thing he wanted to feel was that hot kiss and those hips rolling into his with much less clothing between them.
As per usual, Juri was the one to blame for Hokuto’s bad decisions…Good decisions? The jury was still out. Hokuto would decide later if he cursed or thanked his friend for inviting him to the hilltop mansion that evening.
The party that evening hadn’t been on Hokuto’s radar, often preferring more relaxing evenings compared to the bass pumping, alcohol fueled extravaganzas Juri found himself at every Monday to Saturday evening (Sunday night being reserved for family dinner, and Juri never canceled those. He loved his mother too much to make her upset). Juri coerced Hokuto into coming out with him every so often, and Hokuto did have fun when he did. A few times Hokuto had even left with a pretty boy, ending his night with a good romp between the sheets. It didn’t happen often, at least not compared to as often as Juri found someone to sleep with, but it was never Hokuto’s main purpose of going out. He liked to have a nice drink, dance with someone pretty, and let loose for an evening.
The mansion party had been something Juri had come to Hokuto with, a mischievous smile on his face as he laid out all of the information he had been told. According to Juri’s latest situationship’s roommate’s boyfriend’s best friend’s ex-girlfriend, the parties at this particular location were absolutely legendary, not to mention the free drinks given by their generous host. No one seemed to know who threw these renowned parties, their identity a complete and utter secret.
That detail piqued Hokuto’s interest, but he pushed it to the back of his head, finding how the parties didn’t happen at a set schedule more intriguing as Juri blabbered on about what he knew. The only way to learn when one was being thrown was through word of mouth, and, according to that message passed through the grapevine, there would be one this Friday.
All of Juri’s usual party friends were busy, other commitments keeping them away from what was sure to be a wicked and wild time, and he hadn’t wanted to go alone. He had asked Hokuto, begged him really, if he was willing, and Hokuto had said yes. It felt like a once in a lifetime opportunity, the kind of party that would be a miracle if Hokuto ever heard about it again, so why not make the most of it?
Juri had thought Hokuto was insane for choosing to wear a knit sweater vest at the tail end of summer, the humidity still beating down on them despite the worst of the heat subsiding. Juri had gone for a light flowing shirt and jeans, his signature five chains around his neck and rings adorning every finger. Hokuto knew he shouldn’t have worn such a heavy fabric, but he liked the way it showed off his arms, the arm holes a little loose to show off the curve of his chest. He kept his pants light and flowing to help with the heat and refrained from making any comments about Juri’s choices. Juri hadn’t been one to talk for choosing such heavy pants fabric.
The grounds of the mansion had looked like they were straight out of a movie, the Western style house decorated with a wild explosion of color and lights. Hokuto had never heard music so loud, his heart falling into line with the bumping bass as he and Juri weaved their way through the packed lawn. Hokuto could have sworn he saw a glimpse of a bar through the people occupying the dance floor, gyrating bodies making something flicker within him, but Hokuto held off drifting to join them just yet. He needed to get himself and Juri to the bar first, a few drinks in his system before his walls broke down, and then he could dance to his heart’s content.
He had asked one of the bartenders for their recommendation, shouting over the pumping beat and hoping and praying the bartender had understood him. The bartender stepped away for a moment, mixing a drink that came in a tall glass. The contents looked absolutely delicious, the liquid a dark red so opaque Hokuto wanted to bite into it. It went down so easy, the drink sliding down his throat with little to no alcoholic burn, and it tasted like absolute heaven, cinnamon and spices and rich hearty apples. If he wasn’t in a public setting, Hokuto would have licked the glass for any remaining morsel of liquid. He had never tasted something so delicious.
The glass was half empty before Hokuto had remembered Juri. Of course! The two of them would share drinks when they went out, and Juri would love something as delicious as this. Hokuto had turned to show Juri, wanting to offer him a sip before he consumed the rest, but Juri was gone. Hokuto had blinked for a moment, checking the surrounding area to see if his friend was nearby, but nothing. Juri had completely vanished.
Hokuto had downed the rest of his drink in two gulps, ordering another from the bartender who had mixed it originally, and finished that one just as quickly. His skin was absolutely buzzing, the alcohol hitting him just as fast as he needed. He had known Juri would ditch him, it was Juri’s usual MO when he found someone attractive that he wanted to pursue, but Hokuto hadn’t expected it to happen within minutes of walking in. It was definitely a new record that had been set, and Hokuto started to wonder if Juri had even made it to the bar in the first place.
A loud joyous shout had broken Hokuto from his mental planning, his brain already formulating the curse ridden text he would be sending to Juri in the morning. The least he could have done was give Hokuto a warning that he was heading in another direction!! It was the kind thing to do. An arm had been wrapped around Hokuto’s shoulder, warm breath swirling around his ear as he grasped onto his empty second glass.
“Now, now,” the person had said, his low voice sending shivers down Hokuto’s spine, “someone as pretty as yourself shouldn’t be looking so sour. Come dance with me! I’ll have you smiling by the end of the first song.”
Hokuto’s brain was working overdrive despite the alcohol slowly clouding his reasoning. A clever retort was already at the tip of his tongue, for how dare someone touch him when he was so mad! He turned to let his words snap from his lips, sizing up the person who had touched him so easily, but every ounce of annoyance he felt disappeared in a moment.
Hokuto had slept with his fair share of attractive people. He was no stranger to having someone above him, rolling hips making him come absolutely undone by the hand of an experienced lover. He loved the feeling of being entered, a slow stretch that drove him insane before slowly turning into hard thrusts that made Hokuto’s soul leave his body. There was nothing better than feeling warm come across his stomach, sweet satisfaction coursing through Hokuto’s veins because of a sweet, sweet release.
But this man? He was easily the cream of the crop, the most attractive man that Hokuto had ever had the pleasure of seeing in person. He looked to be half-Japanese, dark brown hair cut so it just brushed the tops of his ears and bangs parted over his right eye. In any other setting, Hokuto would have considered him to be dressed too conservatively for a party such as this, loose slacks held up by a black belt and long striped jacket that almost swept to the floor. But it was that wretched button-up that absolutely ruined Hokuto. It was a button too undone, showing off toned muscles that were far too delectable to keep hidden behind any amount of clothing.
In another lifetime, Hokuto would have smiled, given a snappy retort and left to find someone else to spend his time with. Hokuto never had the best luck with men who dressed in a way that left little for the eye to discover, often preferring to discover the hidden treasures once they were behind closed doors. Even the sex hadn’t been that pleasurable, those flashy dressed men often treated Hokuto hardly better than a living and breathing fleshlight, only made for their pleasure.
There was something about this man that had felt different than all of the others. Perhaps it was the easy smile on his face, the way his features were lit up like he was the very sun that traveled across the sky. Or perhaps it was the way he hadn’t been looking at Hokuto as if he wanted to tear the clothes from his body? There was definitely a strong attraction in his eye, mirroring the desire budding beneath Hokuto’s skin, but it wasn’t so plainly overt like Hokuto had experienced in the past. Hokuto had the sense that if he rejected this man’s advances, he would honor Hokuto’s decision and walk away, no matter how much he wanted to get Hokuto behind closed doors.
And Hokuto would never do that. Not for someone so gorgeous that was also interested in him.
“But I don’t know your name yet,” Hokuto had said, leaning into the other man’s body for only a second before pulling away. The man had felt solid, absolutely so solid and warm, under Hokuto’s touch, and his mind started to wander, imagining what it would feel like being skin to skin. “How do I know you’re trustworthy if I don’t have your name?”
There was a coy smile on the man’s face now, and he leaned down to close the distance between them even more. His words had swirled with delicious heat over Hokuto’s skin, and he fought back the urge in his alcohol clouded mind to moan at the sensation. “I’m Jesse.” Definitely a dash of foreign blood in there, Hokuto noted. Not that it mattered. Beauty was beauty, and Hokuto appreciated fine things. “Though I don’t think I can spend the evening with someone so stunning without their name in return. May I know yours?”
Hokuto had introduced himself, Jesse’s smile even more dazzling in return. Jesse’s voice was low when he spoke again, Hokuto straining to hear him over the pounding music. He sought out every word like fly to honey, a sweet addiction forming. “I don’t think I’ve ever met someone so beautiful in my entire life. I need to dance with you.” Jesse’s hand had started playing with Hokuto’s bare shoulder, stroking it slowly and tantalizingly. The simple touch had been enough to make Hokuto’s pulse race, wanting those long delicate fingers to stroke somewhere else on his body instead. “I’ve got quite the plethora of moves, and I want to see how you move on the dance floor.”
Oh, Jesse was smooth. Hokuto didn’t think he had ever met someone who had ignited him so easily, Hokuto’s skin already aflush with need and his mind working in overdrive. It was so easy imagining all of the ways he wanted his body to be touched by Jesse. A gorgeous man with the body of a god that had a wicked tongue to match? Hokuto must have hit the jackpot or the gods had decided he was in favor with them tonight. There was no way he wasn’t walking out of this party and not having this man fuck his brains out.
“It’s too bad though,” he said, playing with the top of his glass. Hokuto felt Jesse’s body jerk up a little, a questioning expression on his face, but he didn’t say a word. His gaze was so intensely focused on Hokuto, hanging onto his every word. “There’s only one type of dancing that I really like, but it’s not the kind you do on the dance floor.”
“Oh?” Jesse had asked, lips tugging up into a little smirk. Hokuto could see the lust clouding Jesse’s eyes now, taking over his features. “I don’t think I’m familiar with that kind of dancing. What does that entail?”
Hokuto had set his glass on the bar, curling his now freed hand around Jesse’s neck to tug him down. His words were spoken so low, words dripping with sex, with lips brushing against the shell of Jesse’s ear. “Find us an empty bedroom, and I’ll show you.”
Once they were in the hallway, they couldn’t wait. The tension between them broke in a moment, their feet unable to make it the final few steps to the door that Jesse had pointed out at the end of the hallway. Hokuto should have seen it coming, the sexual tension between the two of them so thick he could have knocked against it and heard a sound reverberating down the mansion’s long hallways.
Jesse was the one to break their kiss, the full weight of his body still pressing Hokuto into the wall. Their breath mingled in the empty hallway, the electronic music shaking the walls with every pump of the bass, and Hokuto felt as if he would explode if Jesse didn’t do something in the next five seconds. He needed a kiss, a touch, another roll of those hips onto his. Hell, he would have accepted Jesse stripping Hokuto down and taking him in the hallway, their sex on full display for anyone who happened to wander in their direction. Exhibitionism had never been something Hokuto got off to, but he would find a way to enjoy it if it meant Jesse fucked him silly.
There was something in the way Jesse looked at him, appraising Hokuto with some kind of criteria he couldn’t hope to uncover, that struck worry through Hokuto. Had something happened? Was Hokuto’s kiss not up to Jesse’s standards? Perhaps he was rethinking the evening entirely and had changed his mind, wanting to take sex off of the table. It wasn’t what Hokuto wanted, but he would have to respect Jesse’s choice if that was the case.
Jesse broke the silence, his words so low. “How did I get so lucky this evening?” He swooped in, pressing kisses up Hokuto’s neck, and Hokuto couldn’t help but moan. One of his few weaknesses was having his neck kissed. Jesse released Hokuto suddenly, yanking the bedroom door next to them open. “I need to devour you whole. Now.”
Hokuto closed the door behind them with a snap, heart beating in anticipation, but he stopped in his tracks when he saw what kind of room they had entered. It was easily the biggest bedroom he had ever been in, perhaps two or three times the size of his own apartment. The bed was easily a king, perhaps even a California king, with ornate bedposts that had to cost at least Hokuto’s yearly salary. He did a quick scan of the room, all of the furniture occupying the space equally as expensive down to the curtains that hung at the floor to ceiling windows and even the French doors leading into a marble ensuite.
This…this wasn’t right. This had to be the master bedroom of the house, and Jesse wanted to fuck here? If the owner of the house stumbled in and caught them mid act not only would the pair of them be thrown out but the police would be called on them! No matter how kind and wonderful the owner of this estate was for throwing these elaborate parties with free alcohol, having their personal bedroom defiled with come was something that no one could overlook.
They should find another bedroom, even a different one on this hallway. They had to have passed at least four or five other rooms that would be perfectly acceptable to fuck in. If the owner caught them there then at least it wouldn’t have been as bad. Hokuto needed to say something, anything, to get Jesse to realize this was not the correct move. Hopefully it wouldn’t be too difficult. Jesse seemed like the decent sort to listen to rhyme or reason.
Without a care in the world, Jesse shed his jacket before launching himself into the air, a carefree smile on his face as he landed in the middle of the bed on his back. He bounced a few times before his body settled, his limbs starfished as if he was trying to take up as much space as possible. He patted the space beside him, leaning up onto one arm as he locked eyes with Hokuto. “Come join me. I bet you’ve never felt something as soft as this!”
Hokuto was going to die. He was going to die of a heart attack before he ever knew what it felt like to have Jesse pounding into his ass, and that was an absolutely travesty. The way Jesse’s hips had been rolling into his in the hallway were so deliciously heinous that Hokuto already had known he would be a good lay. If only Jesse hadn’t chosen the master.
“I…” The words Hokuto wanted to say wouldn’t come out easily. He choked them out, each syllable catching on his teeth and turning them into a question. “I’m not sure we should be here?”
Jesse’s eyes widened for a moment, looking around as if he was just now noticing the room they had stumbled into. His gaze returned to Hokuto, and a teasing laugh escaped from his mouth. “It’ll be fine.” He patted the spot next to him on the bed. “Come here, and I’ll explain why.”
He knew he shouldn’t have crossed the room to the bed. He shouldn’t have sat down on it, the mattress so cushy and soft that Hokuto felt himself sink into it, but his mind was too clouded with desire to think his actions through properly. Hokuto could only follow Jesse’s commands like a dog, heeding directions as if he would receive a treat if he completed them perfectly.
Jesse wrapped an arm around Hokuto’s waist, tugging him further onto the bed. In the blink of his eye, Hokuto found himself straddling Jesse’s hips, something hard pressing into him from below, and it took every bit of self-restraint he had to not roll his hips to feel more. He wouldn’t let himself be so easily distracted when he had been promised a conversation. Hokuto wasn’t that easy.
“I want to have you here,” Jesse said, his hands settling onto Hokuto’s hips.
Hokuto blinked. “But why? There has to be at least thirty rooms in this entire house.” He crossed his arms, doing his best to look down at Jesse with a frown on his face, but it was far too difficult. Jesse looked like a puppy laying beneath him, like he would do anything to please Hokuto. “We could easily take the room next door, and nothing would change!”
“I don’t even know if the room next door is done up,” Jesse said, his thumbs rubbing little circles into Hokuto’s hips. He could feel himself starting to get distracted, the little touch so tantalizing, but Hokuto held on strong. “Why take the time to find sheets and put them on when this one is already made? Besides…” Slowly, very slowly, Hokuto felt Jesse’s grip tighten on his hips, rocking Hokuto’s hips back and forth as he talked. “This is where I feel the most comfortable.”
The friction was deliciously horrible with every roll of Hokuto’s hips, feeling Jesse’s hardness under him growing with every roll. He hated how there were so many layers of clothing between them. He hated how easily Jesse could dictate how he moved, how that meant Jesse’s biceps were far stronger than Hokuto had anticipated. But what he hated the most was how such a simple action took away his ability to consider Jesse’s words. The only thing he could focus on was Jesse’s hard cock under him and how Hokuto’s pants were growing too tight too quickly.
His brow furrowed, a few of Jesse’s words getting caught in his brain. His breath was already coming out in gasps, and he could barely hold back the moans that threatened to come out. “You… feel comfortable?” There was another word trapped somewhere in his mind, but it wouldn’t come out. What was it? It had just been there a second ago. His hips were rolled against Jesse’s more rapidly, the pace starting to increase. The word flashed across Hokuto’s brain, and he clutched onto it like his life depended on it. “Here! You feel comfortable here?”
“I do.” Jesse smiled, and it properly disarmed Hokuto. His face completely lit up, highlighting the beauty of his features. Hokuto had never seen such beautiful cheek bones in his life, sculpting Jesse’s face into the perfect work of art. It was that moment Jesse struck, rolling his hips up to meet Hokuto’s, and the moans Hokuto had been holding back came pouring from his lips. His hands shot down, gripping onto Jesse’s horribly provocative shirt, and cursing how the sight of Jesse’s abs beneath him. Who in their right mind unbuttoned their shirt that much to show off their hot body? It was rude. Absolutely rude. “I want to fuck you into the sheets right here.”
Hokuto was ready to claw himself out of his skin with need. This wasn’t fair. Jesse shouldn’t be teasing him so dangerously when they hadn’t even shed a single article of clothing between the two of them! Hadn’t Hokuto been the one to initiate their teasing down by the outdoor bar? Shouldn’t Hokuto be the one making Jesse so desperate for sex? Their roles had been reversed so easily, and Hokuto felt so hopelessly turned on he could think of nothing more than wanting Jesse to slide right into him right then and there.
“Can you undress for me?” Jesse’s voice was hypnotizing to Hokuto’s ears, so smooth and low Hokuto could have come just from the sound of it. “Just your shirt for now. I want to see your beautiful skin.”
Hokuto tried. He really did, but the roll of Jesse’s hips was too much. He could risk even removing a single hand from Jesse’s shirt for fear of toppling over, all of his energy being delegated into remaining upright. He would be completely and utterly helpless when their clothing was finally removed, Jesse opening Hokuto up for his hardened cock. A single thrust from those evil hips would leave Hokuto a complete mess on the bed, his come sticking to every surface of the owner’s sheets.
The owner!
“You!” Hokuto said, tugging on Jesse’s shirt. “You’re trying to distract me!” Jesse snapped his hips up, and Hokuto gasped, stars shooting across his eyes for a moment before he returned back to earth. “You never said why it’s okay that we fuck here. Just that you want to!”
“Brains and beauty,” Jesse hummed, licking his lips. That little flash of tongue made Hokuto want to lean down and capture it in his mouth. Jesse had such a talented mouth for kissing, and Hokuto wouldn’t mind coming with it wrapped around his cock. “I should have known you were the complete package.”
“Flattery will get you-” Jesse snapped his hips once more, a desperate moan slipping from Hokuto’s lips once more and cutting off his words. This wasn’t fair! Hokuto was never going to learn why Jesse was so confident they were allowed to be there if he was at the mercy of Jesse’s rolling hips. He had to get off and free himself if there was going to be an honest conversation between the two of them before things devolved more.
Hokuto tried to slip from Jesse’s grip to at least get across the bed before Jesse trapped him further with promises of what was to come, but Hokuto should have known how strong Jesse was. He rolled the two of them over, pinning Hokuto to the bed under his solid body so they were flush against each other. Hokuto’s hands were pressed into the sheets above his head, both of Jesse’s hands holding him so firmly against the mattress. He tried once more to wiggle free to no luck. Hokuto was completely and utterly at Jesse’s mercy.
Whatever reasoning Jesse had for trying to distract Hokuto was too powerful, far too much for Hokuto to ever hope to overcome. If Jesse wanted to keep secrets, it was his own choice, and Hokuto couldn’t force him to admit. At the end of the day, they were still strangers to each other, and Jesse was a person that Hokuto desperately wanted to fuck. As persistent as Hokuto was, he needed to drop the topic, or he didn’t think he would be getting laid tonight.
His focus shifted, every bit of his attention being drawn entirely on Jesse’s hands pinning Hokuto to the bed. Hokuto felt his entire body tingling over the anticipation of what was to come. He felt Jesse’s hardness pressing against his hip, and every bit of frustration Hokuto felt melted away. His mind fed him images of Jesse absolutely ravishing him, long, deep strokes that made his toes curl. Hokuto’s little ride had been a delicious taste of exactly what he wanted to feel once their clothing was finally removed, and that needed to happen now, god damn it!
Jesse’s voice was oddly soft when he spoke again, his words breaking through the lust clouding Hokuto’s mind. “I’m not concerned about being caught fucking in his bed,” Jesse said, his features oddly soft despite his raging hardness. “I don’t tell people this often, so you’ll have to forgive me for being so coy.” He took a deep breath in before speaking again. “There will be no angry interruptions while we’re in this room because this is my house.”
…..Oh.
That…
That certainly made sense. It explained why Jesse had led them to the master. Of course he would prefer to have sex in his own room then a random guest room.
“Are you upset?” Jesse asked, one of his hands coming down to cup Hokuto’s face. “I don’t exactly try to hide that this is my place, but I like to throw lavish parties from time to time because I like to have fun.” His thumb stroked Hokuto’s cheek. “I certainly would understand if you wanted to stop and-”
“Don’t stop,” Hokuto said, a moan clinging to his words. He didn’t care that Jesse was rich. It was sweet that Jesse was worried this revelation would ruin their evening, but it wasn’t a detail that could alter Hokuto’s decision. “Gods, please don’t stop. Fuck me now.”
A playful smirk crossed Jesse’s features before he swooped in to devour Hokuto whole.
Hokuto had never been undressed so painstakingly slow before, Jesse taking his sweet, sweet time to learn every inch of Hokuto’s body as layers were peeled back to reveal new patches of skin. His mouth was teasing against every inch of Hokuto, learning the spots that turned him into a puddle of goo at Jesse’s fingertips more quickly than any of Hokuto’s past partners. It was slow. It was methodical, and Hokuto felt as if he was going insane with need.
Jesse had quickly discovered how weak Hokuto’s neck was, his kisses little mines that exploded within Hokuto with every one laid upon his skin. The lower Jesse explored, the more Hokuto’s hips would buck, desperate for a little attention on his painfully hard cock. It had been mental torture when Jesse had finally stripped Hokuto of his pants and underwear, laying fully naked on the bed while Jesse remained fully clothed. Every little nip and suck on his thigh made Hokuto’s head spin, Jesse leaving little marks on the sensitive skin, and Hokuto wanted to yell, shout, or scream. Anything to have that dangerous mouth on his cock where it belonged.
He was going absolutely mad with lust, the feeling consuming Hokuto until he felt like he was close to bursting. Just something, anything. He needed some sort of attention on himself that wasn’t relentless teasing. If he didn’t get it soon, Hokuto had half a mind to wrap his hand around his cock, stroking himself to completion. Though Hokuto knew that wouldn’t work. He had already tried to stroke himself to Jesse’s little kisses on his neck, but that hand had been promptly removed.
“I’ll take care of everything,” Jesse had said, a smile on his face that Hokuto had wanted to punch off. How dare he stop Hokuto! “Don’t worry.”
So Hokuto had remained on the bed, sheets bunched in his fist as Jesse carried out his methodical torture. He tried rolling his hips, drawing Jesse’s attention to that part of his body. But the more he had tried to tempt Jesse to his cock, laying forgotten and hard against his own stomach, the more Jesse furiously ignored all of Hokuto’s attempts as advancement. It was getting to be too much.
“Jesse,” Hokuto whined, his voice pitiful even to his own ears. “Jesse, please.”
He felt Jesse’s hot breath on his cock, the sensation making Hokuto whimper. Just a little closer, just a bit more. Hell, he would even take a stroke from a single finger, Jesse touching him from base to tip. He would take anything to remind himself what it felt like to have attention given to his cock.
The feeling of a warm wet tongue on him made Hokuto gasp, a low groan passing from his lips. It felt like absolute heaven, the gods coming to earth to bless Hokuto with sweet satisfaction. He would have been happy with just a single lick, but then there was a second then a third in quick succession. Jesse wrapped his hand around the base, making eye contact with Hokuto that sent electricity through his whole body, before Jesse’s attention returned back to Hokuto’s cock, leaning in to swallow Hokuto whole.
Hokuto…he couldn’t remember the last time he had received head. He had always been the person on his knees, pleasuring his partner with how skilled his mouth was. He hadn’t minded. Sucking cock was a personal pleasure of his, and Hokuto loved being able to look into another man’s eyes, his entire being lost in the sensations of Hokuto’s swirling tongue. He loved having his partner wrapped around his finger, making them beg to fuck Hokuto that instant. It was the greatest feeling in the world to be desired so carnally.
Maybe it had been when he was a teenager, still trying to figure out his sexuality and what label fit the best? There had been a boy a year or so older than Hokuto that he had a crush, who had also been Hokuto’s first real partner. He had been shocked when Hokuto had shamefully admitted to his lack of sexual experience one afternoon at Hokuto’s family home, his parents and brother out for the day. His partner had willingly gotten on his knees that very moment, sucking Hokuto off to orgasm.
It hadn’t been very good, a little too much teeth and a bit too sloppy for Hokuto’s own taste, but he had sworn he was in love as his release coursed through him with every beat of his heart. Hokuto had wanted to return the favor, he shouldn’t have been the only one receiving head, but had tried to take in too much of his partner’s cock too quickly and gagged. Hokuto had finished him off with a hand job, silently vowing to never choke on a cock again.
The feeling of Jesse’s mouth on him was everything Hokuto wanted and more, a tinge of regret lingering in his mind for never asking for head more often. He had certainly been missing out. Jesse’s mouth was sinfully good, his tongue swirling around the head of Hokuto’s cock before bobbing his head up and down Hokuto’s shaft. Every stroke of Jesse’s hand felt like torture but also the sweetest gift, but his eyes! Gods, his eyes. Every time Jesse looked up, his gaze meeting Hokuto’s, Hokuto could hardly breathe. The lust in Jesse’s eyes was so commanding and powerful Hokuto had to look away or risk coming too soon down Jesse’s throat.
What had Hokuto done to be worshipped in this way? Hardly a thing, that was certain. The two of them didn’t even know each other that well, Jesse’s name and him being the owner of this mansion the only two things Hokuto could say with confidence. If this was the kind of lover Jesse was, putting all of his attention into the pleasure of his partner, Hokuto didn’t know how anyone hadn’t managed to lock him down. Hokuto would sign a marriage contract right then and there if he could end every day being sucked off in this way.
Hokuto’s hands dug deeper into the sheets, unable to move them for fear that, if he let go for a second, he would black out and not remember a thing. He couldn’t let that happen. If he missed even a second of Jesse’s mouth on him, he would have had to demand another blow job to relive the sensation. It simply wouldn’t be fair if Jesse was the only one who was able to experience Hokuto completely unraveling on the bed.
Jesse’s mouth slipped off of Hokuto’s cock, his hand slowly stroking him from base to tip. Hokuto’s orgasm was hovering under his skin, singing through his blood and demanding release. It was far too early, and Hokuto didn’t want to come yet. He still wanted to feel that hard cock, still hidden behind those pesky pants of Jesse’s, to slip inside of him, and he refused to come before he was pounded into next week by Jesse’s hips.
There was a part of Hokuto that wanted to return the favor before that happened. It wasn’t fair that he was the only one being spoiled. He wanted to do something in return! If only Hokuto was a stronger man. He would have flipped their positions, stripping Jesse of his clothes before taking him into his own mouth to make him desperate with need. Hokuto would watch the way Jesse came undone, moans filling the air, and Hokuto would preen with sweet satisfaction that he could have such an effect on Jesse as well.
But he wasn’t that strong. At least not now that he had been at the mercy of Jesse and his mouth. If he ever had the chance, he knew he would make sure to spoil Jesse in exactly the same manner that Jesse had pleasured him.
“You are so beautiful,” Jesse said, removing his hand from Hokuto’s aching cock. The lack of sensation there made him whine, craving more touches and lazy strokes, but a firm hand on his hip kept Hokuto from seeking it out. “Now, now, let’s have a little patience. Afterall…” Jesse’s hands left Hokuto's body, going to his own shirt. He flicked the last few buttons of it open, shedding it from his body. “The fun has just begun.”
Jesse was truly a god in human form. Hokuto had already seen a taste of his chest, pecks and abs so wonderfully built to perfection, but Jesse’s clothing had hidden more than he let on. His biceps were massive, giving Hokuto visions of being picked up and fucked into the wall. His legs were long and slender, going on for miles, but with corded muscle hidden beneath perfect for hard thrusts.
But that hardened cock? The one Hokuto had been teased with for so long? Hokuto sent countless prayers up to the gods, licking his lips as he watched Jesse slowly stroke himself for Hokuto’s enjoyment. Hokuto knew he wouldn’t walk for a week if Jesse fully unleashed his full strength on him, not that he would mind. He would gladly stay in Jesse’s bed for weeks if it meant he could worship that cock, whether with his mouth or his ass.
The side table next to the bed held everything that they would need, Jesse picking out a bottle of lube and a condom before snapping it shut. Hokuto’s legs spread just a little more, licking his lips as Jesse prowled across the bed, Hokuto feeling like willing prey being stalked by a beast. He couldn’t take his eyes off of Jesse, gaze lingering between Jesse’s legs when he kneeled between Hokuto’s spread thighs.
“Don’t take too long,” Hokuto said, watching how Jesse meticulously covered his fingers with lube. He had to have used half the bottle already. “I don’t know how much longer I can wait for you.”
“Don’t worry,” Jesse said. Hokuto felt a single finger tease his entrance before it began to press inside. “If I don’t have you soon, I think I’ll go insane as well.”
Jesse’s stretching was as methodical as his teasing, but Hokuto could tell he was going as fast as he dared. There was a heavy anticipation hanging around them, a hunger that could no longer be satiated with just mouths and hands. It blanketed Hokuto, consuming every inch of his body, and he was absolutely ravenous.
The music from the party raged on, the thump of the bass echoing all around them. It was second to the little pleased sounds escaping from Jesse’s mouth when he slipped a second then a third finger into Hokuto, Hokuto moaning every time Jesse curled his fingers. The feeling coursing through his blood was no longer a need that he could ignore, all of the touches building brick upon brick to a sturdy foundation. It was primal.
The moment Jesse’s fingers slipped from him, Hokuto’s heartrate began to pick up. Finally. Fucking finally. This was it. Jesse could no longer drag out what was going to happen between them. If he did, Hokuto was finally prepared, and he could take matters into his own hands. He could finally have that dick deep within him.
Hokuto pushed himself up by his elbows, watching the way Jesse tore open the condom wrapper with his teeth and rolled it on swiftly. He poured more lube onto his hand, depositing the tiny bottle onto the bed beside them, and Hokuto watched every little tantalizing stroke of Jesse’s hand up and down his cock.
Hokuto’s breath was heavy as the distance between their bodies closed between them even more, Jesse hovering over him and aligning himself with Hokuto’s entrance. He paused for a second, eyes appraising Hokuto for a moment before their gazes met. His two words were hardly a whisper. “Can I…?”
If Hokuto hadn’t been ready to pounce on Jesse, claiming Jesse’s cock for himself, those two words would have made Hokuto fall head over heels in love. A gentleman asking to fuck him? Even after Hokuto had been the one to proposition Jesse for sex ? It was so utterly sweet that, despite the dangerous dance of foreplay they had engaged in, what Jesse still needed was that final bit of consent. You didn’t find that level of kindness in many men these days.
His voice was a breathy moan when Hokuto could find the will to speak, lust dripping off of those few syllables. “Please.”
The initial entrance felt like an eternity, Jesse’s hips slowly rolling his way deeper and deeper into Hokuto. He would work himself in an inch before sliding his cock out, only leaving the tip inside to further tease Hokuto’s senses. Then Jesse would roll his hips again, gaining another half an inch or so, before he left Hokuto near empty once more. It was a long grueling process as Hokuto’s body adjusted to the massive length stretching him.
Hokuto knew he needed the time to adjust, his last partner nearly half a year before, but it didn’t make it any less maddening. Why did everything need more time when he had a gorgeous man hovering above him, checking Hokuto’s reactions for any sudden pain or hurt. Hokuto wanted to tug Jesse down so their bodies were flush against each other, feeling those toned muscles working hard to please him. He wanted to kiss him silly as they raced to orgasm. Why couldn’t his body be ready right then and there? He had already been turned on for so long!
The glide of Jesse’s cock slowly became easier, the time between deep strokes not taking as much time. The pace Jesse set with his thrusts was nice and even, not too hard or deep. If it had been Hokuto’s first experience, he was sure he would have enjoyed it a lot, but he couldn’t help but feel a little disappointed.
This was it? This was all Jesse had to offer? There had been such high expectations since the moment they had run into each other at the bar, heavy flirting building temptation and lust. Hell, when Jesse had taken Hokuto on a ride on his lap earlier, that had been more enticing. Hokuto should have known better than to trust the words of a stranger, especially a rich one at that. They always thought they were the best at sex, leaving Hokuto and his hand to finish the job.
“My, oh my, someone is not a happy camper right now,” Jesse said, a teasing lit to his speech, and Hokuto flinched. Was he really that easy to read? “Did you really think this is all I had up my sleeve? I’m not some high school boy that fucks anything that moves. I want to cater tonight to your liking, so tell me.” Jesse kept the same even pace with his hips, never changing his rhythm, but there was a small bead of hope budding in Hokuto’s chest. “What do you like? How can I make this an unforgettable experience for you?”
There were certainly a lot of ways Hokuto liked to be fucked. He loved riding, being in control of his own pleasure along with his partner’s. There was also doggy, his partner slamming Hokuto’s hips back with every powerful thrust, and the equally wonderful prone bone was also a favorite of his. It didn’t happen often, but Hokuto loved when a partner could throw Hokuto’s legs over his shoulders, plowing deep within him. But there was only one way that felt right for this night with Jesse.
Jesse slipped out of Hokuto and off the bed, standing at the end and tugging Hokuto along with him. Hokuto felt his ass hanging over the edge, half a mind to try and squirm a little farther back to where it was slightly more comfortable, but it would be fine. Part of Hokuto hoped that Jesse’s hard thrusts would put him a little farther onto the bed. Hokuto bent his legs instead, hands holding just under his knees to give Jesse better access to him. He felt Jesse align himself once more, the tip of his cock teasing Hokuto for just a moment, before Jesse slid inside Hokuto as if Hokuto had been made for him.
The first few thrusts had been earth shatteringly deep, Jesse’s long cock hitting Hokuto exactly the way he had wanted. Jesse’s thrusts were still slow, testing the waters, until with a single hard thrust he began to pick up speed. Over and over Jesse slammed into Hokuto’s body, and Hokuto barely held onto consciousness the rougher Jesse became.
Hokuto loved taking care of his partners, he truly did. He loved seeing how absolutely undone they came because of him, whether it was through his mouth or other places on his body. He wanted to take care of them in a way that they never needed to lift a finger in order to come. When the lights turned low, clothing unraveling from their bodies to welcome them into their most human form, Hokuto wanted to be the one his partners craved. He wanted to be the one his partners thought of on nights they were alone, memories playing behind closed eyes as they stroked themselves to orgasm. It was what Hokuto took the most pride in as a lover, and he would always play his part to fruition.
It was ultimately his greatest downfall within the realm of sex: he didn’t put himself first. He knew what things he liked, the best positions that he received the greatest gratification from. He knew what parts of his body needed to be licked, nipped and sucked to have the greatest reaction, but he didn’t know how to ask for it. Whatever his partner gave, Hokuto took. He could count the number of times on one hand he had been asked what he wanted when it came to sex. Other than that, he waited patiently for his partners to learn everything about him.
As grueling and torturous their foreplay had been, a part of Hokuto was happy Jesse had taken the time to learn him. None of Hokuto’s one night stands in the past had cared to explore him to that extent nor asked what position he liked. Jesse had asked for it, sniffing out the answers with such precision that Hokuto was impressed. He admired the dedication.
Hokuto gripped tighter to his thighs, Jesse’s thrusts making him unravel far faster than he thought was possible. Jesse’s hands were on his hips, holding so tightly to Hokuto it felt like they would leave marks, tugging Hokuto to meet his every thrust. He wanted to reach out and curl his hands around Jesse’s neck, pulling him down for a kiss that was more tongue than lips, but Hokuto couldn’t risk letting go of his legs. If he did, Jesse wouldn’t be able to reach as deeply inside him, and that would be an absolute travesty.
It was just…too…good. Hokuto felt like he was floating on clouds, his pleasure surrounding him in the fluffiest embrace. With every thrust, he felt himself ascend higher and higher, the earth disappearing around him until he was cradled in the cosmos and the galaxies, the Milky Way swimming before him every time Hokuto closed his eyes. If Hokuto had died at that moment, he knew he would leave this world with no regrets.
The entire world had melted away, the only thing existing was Hokuto, Jesse, and those hard thrusts undoing every single cell of Hokuto’s being. He would have given anything for this to never end, to stay curled in this boundless pleasure for all eternity. If it meant being able to look upon this god of a man fuck him into the bed for the rest of his existence, Hokuto would have gladly given up all of his earthly possessions in seconds.
But the way Jesse looked down at him made Hokuto feel dangerously hot. Jesse’s gaze was as if Hokuto was the most attractive man in the world, the kind of person legendary poets would write epic poetry about. Jesse was a raging fire, his passion exploding forth from every surface, but an all consuming lust burning through him. It was perfect. It was destructive, and Hokuto wanted to be engulfed in everything Jesse.
Jesse removed one of his hands from Hokuto’s hips, wrapping it around Hokuto’s aching cock. His strokes were well timed, matching each of Jesse’s hard thrusts, and Hokuto felt his body racing to release. It was no longer a matter of if but when he would get there, his senses were far too overwhelmed to think about anything other than Jesse’s cock within him.
“Jesse,” Hokuto moaned, and he felt Jesse twitch within him. “Jesse, you’re so good.” Jesse’s ravenous pace faltered with Hokuto’s words for a moment, his cock drunk mind unable to notice it. “Don’t stop. Make me come. Make me come because of your hard cock.”
A pitiful whine filled the air, and it took Hokuto a moment to notice it wasn’t coming from his mouth, but Jesse’s. The lust filled corners of his mind were turning in his head, trying to work out why. Hokuto hadn’t done anything to elicit such a reaction as far as he was aware. This position didn’t offer him much in terms of pleasing Jesse. He was completely at the mercy of the pace Jesse had set. The only thing he had done was praise Jesse and his cock.
Maybe…maybe that was it? Maybe Jesse got off on being praised? It was worth a try, to make this evening as enjoyable for Jesse as it was for Hokuto. It was the least he could do for the mind blowing sex.
“You’re so big, Jesse,” Hokuto groaned, rolling his head back in pure elation. “You fill me so well.” This time Hokuto felt the faltered thrust, a hard twitch following, and Hokuto knew he had figured it out. “I want you to fuck me forever.”
Hokuto felt Jesse’s grip tighten around his cock, stroking him even faster, and Hokuto moaned. If they hadn’t been on the far end of the house, Hokuto would have been embarrassed over how wanton his desire was. He was glad they were so far removed, but Jesse’s little distractions wouldn’t work. Hokuto was persistent as well.
“I’ve never been fucked so good before,” Hokuto said, the edges of his vision starting to go fuzzy. He could feel his orgasm clawing at his belly, begging to be released, but he needed to hold it off. Jesse deserved to come as well, and Hokuto wanted the reason to be his praise. “Your dick is so good I’m drunk off of your cock. It’s so good. I’d gladly spend all night with my mouth wrapped around it as thanks for all of your hard work.”
Jesse was positively panting now, his thrusts not as rhythmic as they once were. There was so much desperation in his features, but Hokuto kept pressing on.
“Wouldn’t that be nice?” Hokuto asked, Jesse responding with a single hard thrust that made Hokuto’s toes curl. “Coming so many times because of my mouth? All because you were so good and gave me the best orgasm of my life.”
Hokuto could feel Jesse twitching so much within him, his whines so desperate. Jesse’s orgasm was so close that Hokuto could tell he only needed one more thing to push him over the edge, and Hokuto could tumble over right after him. Hokuto couldn’t hold his back much longer either.
“Jesse,” he moaned, snapping Jesse’s attention to Hokuto. His eyes were so clouded over, so much need and desire flickering over his features. Hokuto liked what he saw before him, and he could only imagine what he looked like to Jesse, skin so flushed with heat and sweat. “You’re such a good and perfect boy.”
With a final snap, Jesse came, and Hokuto felt his body succumb to his own orgasm like a tidal wave crashing over him. He struggled to stay above the surface, but the pleasure was too strong for how long Hokuto had been fighting back. He felt himself drift into darkness, his stomach sticky with his own release.
When Hokuto woke, he could tell it was still nighttime. The sound of Jesse’s party had completely subsided, the music and faraway conversation nonexistent. He hoped he hadn’t been out that long, and it was just his ears blocking out the noise. It felt a bit embarrassing to be knocked out because of good dick.
At the same time, Hokuto felt warm, cradled by silken sheets sliding over his skin, and he noticed the come had been cleaned off of his stomach. He always disliked the feeling of dried come on his body and had always washed it away as quickly as he could to prevent that from happening. Warm arms swaddled him in a loose embrace, his head nestled into the crook of Jesse’s armpit, and Hokuto could have sworn his hair was being played with.
“I hope this isn’t too intimate for a one night stand,” he heard Jesse murmur, soft kisses pressed to Hokuto’s temple, “but I can’t help it when I have someone so beautiful in my bed. It brings out my nurturing side.”
“I don’t mind. That was…” his mind struggled to find the words, everything within his brain empty except for the remnants of fiery pleasure still coursing through Hokuto’s blood.
“I’m happy to hear you enjoyed it,” Jesse said, and Hokuto felt Jesse’s smile being pressed into his hair. “Feel free to spend the night or, if you need to leave, I can call you a car.” There was a small pause. “I don’t know if it will tempt you or not, but my chef does make a good Western style breakfast. In my opinion, it’s best consumed in bed with a beautiful man.”
Hokuto knew the first thing that he should do before making any decisions about spending the night, and that was letting Juri know he was alive. If the party was truly done and over, Juri had to be wondering where Hokuto had run off to. They had always let each other know by text where they were or if they were heading home on a night out, and it was the right thing to do. Juri had to be a little worried if he hadn’t heard from Hokuto by now. Then again…Juri deserved a little bit of panic for disappearing so quickly. He had only been able to attend Jesse’s party because Hokuto had agreed.
“Breakfast sounds wonderful,” Hokuto said, snuggling closer into the warmth of Jesse’s pillowy embrace. “And I never got to show you the kind of dancing I prefer. If you have the time, I would love to show you. Maybe give you a little one-on-one lesson?”
“That,” Jesse said, his breath so hot against Hokuto’s naked skin, “can definitely be arranged. Especially if it’s a private lesson.” His words tickled Hokuto’s ears, the hidden meaning igniting a small part of Hokuto. “I’m not one for multiple partners. If I’m going to dance with someone, I prefer it’s just the two of us.”
“I feel the exact same way,” Hokuto said, his eyes becoming too heavy. He wouldn’t last much longer before sleep claimed him.
Hokuto felt himself slowly drift off, Jesse’s slow and even breaths the most beautiful sound to his ears. He couldn’t wait for the morning, the promise of delicious food already making his stomach rumble, but the anticipation of what would come after their meal was all the more appealing. There were so many things Hokuto wanted to do, his brain turning over idea after idea, and he hoped he could find the perfect one. After all, Hokuto needed a little revenge in return for Jesse’s delightfully evil teasing.