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To many, Yusuke Kitagawa is an unpredictable person, and his eccentric personality can be strange to those who don't know him. But you, his partner for five years, are already used to his behavior. However, sometimes even you can't decipher his real intentions.
In everyday life, he somehow manages to make you horny. But you can never guess whether his actions or words are meant with the intention of provoking you or not. Sometimes he ends up turning you on unintentionally, so you're never sure when an intimate moment will happen between you two.
So that's why right now, you're thinking about what to do, while watching Yusuke – more specifically watching how good his ass looks in those stupidly tight pants – from afar admiring a painting, while talking to an older man, who you assume is the owner of the painting.
A few days ago, he invited you to go with him to the opening of an art exhibition of his colleague. He always sought to see other people's perspectives on art to help him in his own development, and of course, he always enjoyed sharing his thoughts about the subject with you.
This is a formal event, where only a few selected people would have the right to enter and admire the beautiful art on display, as it was just a preview for the real opening that would take place in a month. For this, specific clothes are needed that are suitable for the occasion. And this is where the reason for your uncertainty begins.
A week before the event, Yusuke felt the need to spend almost all of his money to buy a collection of books on some subject you can't remember at the moment, but it was probably some trivial subject that only Yusuke would be able to admire with full passion.
With the money he had left, he was able to buy all the clothes to go to the exhibition, but the last thing left to buy was a pair of pants. As much as you said that you would have no problem buying him new pants, Yusuke insisted that “it would be inappropriate to take advantage of your good deeds after making a rash decision” and chose to wear a pair of pants from his old school uniform.
Even though this is an old piece of clothing, it looks great, as if it had just come out of a store, Yusuke is strangely good at preserving what he has. But still, it's an old pair of pants, and it's been a few years since he graduated from high school, so it's rational to say that he has grown up a bit since then.
So it's natural that the pants are a little tight in some parts. Actually, it was pretty tight.
You even tried to distract yourself by looking for five minutes at a painting that was in front of you, – which may have made some people passing by think you were strange, staring so intently at the painting – but your eyes always end up landing to observe his figure.
Those pants really manage to enhance his curves, the fabric involving his hips and thighs perfectly, and accentuating the shape of his ass. You couldn't help but think how gorgeous he would look with his hole all full with your fingers.
Your dirty thoughts made you distracted from reality, so much so that you only realized Yusuke was nearby when he placed his hand on your shoulder. “Is everything alright, my love?" His tone of voice is sweet, comforting you, yet by his expression, you can see that your boyfriend is worried about you. “I-I'm fine, I'm just a little nauseous". Obviously this is a lie, you just can't declare in public that you were eating him with your eyes.
Yusuke looks at you intently, and frowns slightly, and it's obvious that he doesn't believe you, after all, you've known each other long enough to realize that. “Are you sure? We can leave whenever you want if you're not comfortable here." His hand, which had been on your shoulder all this time, moves towards your cheek, lightly caressing the spot. The touch on your face made you shiver, you swore that at that moment you almost stopped breathing. You weren't able to hold yourself back.
Almost immediately, your hand shoots out to grab his hand that was on your face. Grabbing him by the wrist, you began walking away from the busy place. “Wait! Where are we going?” the man questions you, your actions making him more concerned about your well-being. You don't respond, and instead, you decide to quicken your pace, too desperate to finally kiss him, touch him, destroy him.
You pulled him into a hallway not far from the exhibition, but it was completely empty, and you highly doubted anyone would pass thereby in the meantime, after all, everyone was distracted by the beautiful mixtures of colors and realistic landscapes. You wasted no time and pinned him to the wall, crashing your lips into his in a desperate kiss, as your hands roamed your slender body, making your way all the way towards that which you were most craving at the moment.
Yusuke moans into your mouth as he feels your hands grabbing his buttocks, and brings his hands towards your shoulders, seeking stability as he feels his legs weaken with the sudden contact. The kiss lasts for a few seconds, and you only pull away from his mouth due to lack of air; you trail wet kisses towards his neck, pushing his jacket and blouse to the side, clearing the way towards his porcelain skin, which soon becomes marked with hickeys and bites.
“I-I think we better go somewhere else..." “Why?” You answer bluntly, your hot breath pressing on his neck, making the boy shiver. “Someone might pass by her–”
Yusuke gasps as he feels your leg between his legs, pressing against his covered bulge, and wanting more, he rubs himself against your thigh unconsciously, seeking more friction for his neglected member.
“So what? Let them see you. Didn't you just walk around normally with those pants stuck to your ass? Only now you're worried that they'll realize the whore you are?"
He whimpers at the nickname, and presses his erection even further against your leg, while wrapping his arms around your neck. Your hands go towards his belt, your hands working to remove it so you can pull down his pants, and when you do, you notice Yusuke's member through his underwear, precum spreading through the fabric that holds it.
“So desperate, do you want me to touch you?" you whisper in his ear, nibbling on his earlobe, your hand wandering to slip under his underwear, grabbing his ass in a light squeeze which makes him let out a pleasant sight, your free hand reaching towards his face, your index finger and middle finger caressing Yusuke's soft lips, sending shivers through his entire body. “Please… I need this.” You smile at his response, pressing your fingers to his mouth, asking for passage, which Yusuke obediently does.
His mouth opens, with his tongue slightly out, resting on his lower lip, and with the opening, you sink your two fingers into your tongue, Yusuke feels with his taste buds the salty taste of your fingerprints. His lips immediately capture your fingers, you can feel his tongue circling between them, while he sucks them hard, doing all that while maintaining eye contact. You can see his eyes almost tearing up, the pleasure felt being almost unbearable to bear with the minimal stimulation of his covered cock rubbing desperately against your thigh.
Your hand that was caressing one of his buttocks, goes up to grab the hem of his underwear to pull it down, releasing his cock that was dripping with anticipation, a little of pre-cum falling to the floor; Yusuke can feel the cold wall against his now bare ass, and moans into your fingers. When you think your fingers are wet enough, you remove them from his mouth, a trail of his own saliva running down his chin.
The canvases displayed throughout the museum don't even compare to the view you have of Yusuke at this moment: his once perfectly combed hair now falling over his face, with a few strands sticking to his forehead from the sweat; the collar of his dress shirt unbuttoned, revealing the hickey and bite marks on his neck; the feeling of his painfully hard cock making Yusuke's eyes roll back in pleasure.
In one swift movement, you grab his waist and turn him around, his ass sticking out towards you, desperate for your fingers to open him up. You waste no time in rubbing your two wet fingers into your boyfriend's rough hole, teasing him. “Mmgh~ p-put it already…”
You giggle at his reaction, and lean in to kiss a mole Yusuke had on his neck, – which from the moment you discovered it, became your favorite place to kiss him – from this place, you plant a trail of kisses from his neck to his jaw, and with a slight movement, you push your index finger inside him.
Yusuke's breath stops the moment he feels your finger inside his walls, his legs starting to get weak; you've done this so many times, but Yusuke is always sensitive to your touch.
Your free hand rests on Yusuke's chest, and makes its way to his pelvis, your fingers almost touching the base of his penis, making his body shiver with the contact, while you make back and forth movements with your index finger, preparing to put another finger inside his ass.
Your boyfriend's moans echo through the empty hallway, even though he's afraid of someone passing by, the thought of doing something so dirty in a public place fills him with desire, motivating him to continue rocking his hips, trying to get your finger as deep as possible in his hole.
Effortlessly, you manage to slip a second finger inside him, while gripping his cock, running your thumb over its pink tip. Your fingers move at a faster pace, pressing his prostate with fervor. “Yesyesyes–!! Please… fuck me hard-ehgnn~!!” While fingering his asshole, you start masturbating him, and feel Yusuke's body tense, the double stimulation making his eyes roll back, tears falling down his pink cheeks.
The exhibition is long forgotten, his mind can only think of how good the feeling of your fingers penetrating his tight hole is, and the stimulation on his cock just makes it feel even better. His moans intensify, getting louder with each thrust your fingertips make into his naughty spot.
“Look there, my love.” you let go of his dick to grab his chin, turning him to look at the wall across the hall.
A surveillance camera, attached to the top of the wall, with its eye trained directly on you, a beeping red ball can be seen in the corner of its lens, as if it were a reminder that everything that happens there is under observation. “How do you feel? Knowing that everyone will see you all fucked up?" You feel your fingers being squeezed through Yusuke's walls, who whimper at your words.
“You want this, huh? You want them to see your hole swallowing my fingers like a slut?” You let go of his chin to slap his ass, which made the boy moan loudly; his skin, which was once pale as snow, turned red upon the impact. Yusuke feels his legs wobble, making it harder and harder to remain standing, his hands flat on the wall seeking for some support.
Yusuke can feel his ass tense with more spanks you give him, your fingers milking his prostate at a pace unable to hold back the tears rolling down his cheeks. His sobs become louder and more constant, you're stretching him so well, he will not resist your touches for long!
The sobs grow louder and constantly come out of Yusuke's lips, which have become swollen from trying to bite them in an attempt to muffle the unholy sounds coming out of him.
With these signs, you know that Yusuke will cum soon. Your hand goes back to stroking his cock, which is leaking with excitement. He moves his hips in a desperate rhythm, fucking in your hand, as it massages the base of his member and stimulating the tip with your thumb.
Your mouth hovers over his neck again, peppering kisses all over the area, your lips trail up to his cheek, giving a little kiss in one of the tears that wouldn't stop sliding from his eyes.
Yusuke turns his head towards you, who sighs when he feels your soft lips on his sensitive skin; you look at his face: red cheeks, eyes looking at you so lovingly you can almost see hearts in their pupils, drool dripping from the corner of his mouth, the touches you give to his body making his mouth water. You can't help but lick your lips at the sight.
Your lips immediately meet in a messy kiss, your tongue passing over his lower lip, which without hesitation gives you passage to enter his mouth. The moans that were once loud are now muffled between the kiss, his cherry-flavored lips addicting you to continue, making it impossible to pull away from the kiss.
The fingers that intensely fucked his greedy hole are now being squeezed by his walls, you can feel him start to pant, and you pull away from the kiss, gasping for air. Whimpering escapes from his lips, his hands that are supporting him on the wall slowly begin to slip.
“Hhhngg– T-To much~! I'm gonna cumMHMM–!!”
A loud moan stops him from completing his sentence, his orgasm hitting him hard. Jets of semen paint the ivory wall of white, you feel some of his sinful liquid drip – from his now flaccid cock – through your hand. Yusuke leans his forehead against the wall, his lungs trying to draw in air, his previously labored breathing begins to stabilize.
You feel him relax, and you slowly remove your fingers from inside him, being careful not to hurt him. Yusuke sighs as he feels your fingers leave his hole, his eyes travel to look at the mess he made on the hallway wall.
God, he was a mess – that was the only thing you could think of at the moment. You wanted more, but you knew that at some point the host would be worried about the sudden disappearance of the two of you. You'll need to stop here and wait until the moment you get home, you would definitely take better care of his ass in a more private place.