In the dim glow of Tokyo’s neon lights filtering through the apartment window, Hiro and Kenji found themselves alone at last. Both men, in their mid-twenties, had been friends since university, their bond deepening into something more intimate over stolen glances and lingering touches. Hiro, with his lithe, toned body and smooth, porcelain skin, moved with a graceful elegance. Kenji, broader and more muscular, possessed a rugged charm, his dark eyes always hungry with desire. Tonight, the air was thick with anticipation, the scent of cherry blossoms from the nearby park mingling with their natural musk.
They started on the bed, the silk sheets whispering against their skin. Kenji pulled Hiro close, their lips meeting in a fervent kiss. The taste was salty-sweet, a mix of sake from dinner and the faint tang of arousal. Hiro’s hands roamed over Kenji’s chest, feeling the warmth of his skin, the subtle rise and fall of his breathing. Kenji’s fingers traced Hiro’s jawline, down to his neck, eliciting soft sighs that echoed in the quiet room.
Foreplay built slowly. Kenji’s mouth trailed kisses along Hiro’s collarbone, his tongue flicking against the sensitive skin, tasting the light sheen of sweat. Hiro gasped, his body arching. ‘Kenji, I need you,’ he whispered, his voice husky. Kenji smirked, ‘Patience, my love. Let me savor you.’ He slid down, his hands parting Hiro’s thighs, revealing the hardening length of Hiro’s cock, veins pulsing under the smooth skin, the head already glistening with pre-cum.
Kenji’s own erection throbbed, thick and veined, the purple-red head swollen with need. He leaned in, his breath hot against Hiro’s inner thighs, inhaling the musky scent of arousal. His tongue darted out, licking the salty pre-cum from Hiro’s tip, savoring the flavor. Hiro moaned, the sound low and throaty, as Kenji took him into his mouth, the wet heat enveloping him. The rhythm was slow at first, building to a steady bob, the slurping sounds filling the air.
Shifting positions, Kenji positioned himself behind Hiro on the bed, their bodies aligning in a doggy-style embrace. He lubed his fingers, the cool gel contrasting with the heat of Hiro’s skin. Gently, he probed Hiro’s entrance, feeling the tight ring of muscle yield, the inner walls warm and velvety. Hiro pushed back, whispering, ‘Deeper, please.’ Kenji obliged, his fingers curling to brush against Hiro’s prostate, sending shivers through both.
The insertion was deliberate. Kenji aligned his cock, the swollen head pressing against Hiro’s puckered hole. Slowly, he pushed in, inch by inch, feeling the tight, wet heat swallow him. The friction was exquisite, Hiro’s walls clenching and relaxing, squeezing like a vice. ‘Oh god, you’re so tight,’ Kenji groaned, the sound of flesh meeting flesh beginning as he thrust gently. The rhythm built: slow slides turning to deeper plunges, the wet squelching mingling with their pants.
As climax approached, Hiro’s breathing quickened, his ass walls starting to spasm lightly around Kenji’s shaft. Pre-cum leaked more freely, the scent of sweat and musk intensifying. At the peak, Hiro’s body trembled violently, his muscles clenching like a fist around Kenji, prostate milking him as waves of pleasure surged. Kenji followed, his cock pulsing, hot semen flooding deep inside, the warmth spreading. Hiro cried out, a sharp, ecstatic yell, his own release spurting onto the sheets in thick ropes. The afterglow was tender: gentle pulses inside, sticky warmth mingling, bodies entwined in satisfied bliss.
They lay there, wrapped in each other’s arms, the silk sheets clinging to their damp skin. Hiro traced patterns on Kenji’s chest, feeling the slowing heartbeat. ‘That was incredible,’ he murmured. Kenji kissed his forehead, the taste of sweat lingering. But desire reignited soon; Hiro straddled Kenji, facing him in a cowboy position.
Foreplay resumed with mutual stroking. Hiro’s hands wrapped around Kenji’s reviving cock, feeling it harden again, veins throbbing under his palm. Kenji fondled Hiro’s balls, rolling them gently, inhaling the heady mix of cum and sweat. ‘Ride me, Hiro,’ Kenji commanded softly. Hiro positioned himself, lowering onto Kenji’s length. The entry was smoother this time, lubricated by remnants of their first union. He felt the full stretch, Kenji’s cock filling him completely, brushing his prostate with every movement.
The pace varied: Hiro rocked slowly at first, grinding down, then bounced faster, the slap of skin on skin rhythmic. Wet sounds echoed, mingled with grunts and moans. ‘Faster,’ Kenji urged, his hands gripping Hiro’s hips, guiding the motion. The friction built heat, inner walls massaging every ridge.
High tide neared; Hiro’s breaths came in gasps, his ass contracting in prelude spasms. The pinnacle hit: full-body shudders, fierce clenches squeezing Kenji like a glove, semen erupting from Hiro onto Kenji’s chest in warm spurts. Kenji thrust up, releasing deep inside again, the mingled fluids creating a slick, warm embrace. Post-climax, they pulsed together, souls merging in the haze of ecstasy.
After catching their breath, they moved to the bathroom for a shower. The steam filled the air, water cascading over their bodies. Under the spray, Kenji pressed Hiro against the tiled wall from behind, the cool surface contrasting with the hot water.
Foreplay in the shower was slick and sensual. Hands soaped each other, fingers exploring crevices, the scent of body wash mixing with arousal. ‘Bend over,’ Kenji whispered. Hiro complied, water droplets tracing his back. Kenji entered him again, the water aiding the slide, his cock delving deep into the welcoming heat.
Thrusts were urgent now, building from steady to frantic, the echo of wet slaps in the enclosed space. Hiro’s moans reverberated, the steam carrying the musky odor of their passion.
Climax built relentlessly: pre-orgasmic twitches in Hiro’s channel, then the explosive release—tremors shaking him, contractions milking Kenji dry as he filled him once more. Their cries blended with the water’s rush. In the aftermath, they stood under the stream, bodies pressed, the gentle throb of satisfaction lingering.
As the night waned, they returned to bed, exhausted but content, whispering promises of more under the moonlit sky.