Love is Always Write Anthology Volume 7

him. As for the cock itself, it was a beautifully formed piece of flesh. The foreskin still covered the flair of the head. He gently pulled it back, caressing down the full hard length, and back up over the foreskin again to the head, smoothing the clear drops of pre-cum across the tip.
    Jonathon's head fell back with a soft moan. Kazuhiro glanced up at him. Jonathon looked as though pleasure was overcoming him. He'd noticed it that afternoon, how when he drew close, when he touched him, Jonathon's responses were so strong. The wantonness only made him desire Jonathon more.
    Kazuhiro watched him bend to remove the trousers, admiring how his muscles shifted and stretched. How was it that this stunning man from so very far away had come to him, and was now bare before him, ready to give his body to him? It left him in a state of wonder, but it was probably better that he not think on how Jonathon had truly come to him. If he did, his dark thoughts would return.
    Jonathon straightened, and Kazuhiro moved behind him. He touched the base of Jonathon's neck and drew his fingers down the center of Jonathon's back in a feathery caress. He brushed over the rounded curves of Jonathon's ass. Kazuhiro slid his hand forward on Jonathon's hip. Jonathon stepped back, nestling his ass against Kazuhiro's cock.
    Simply feeling the hot, hard rod against his ass was enough to make Jonathon moan. He tipped his head back, turning it to nuzzle Kazuhiro's cheek. Fingers wrapped tight around his cock, rough calluses from years of handling a sword gave a pleasant scratching sensation against his sensitive skin. Kazuhiro's warm breath washed against his cheek, and through his desire Jonathon heard a single word, "Kneel."
    Without question or thought, Jonathon eased down to his knees on the futon. He expected Kazuhiro to drop behind him, but instead, the samurai lord walked a few paces away to a low chest. After retrieving something from inside, he turned to walk back to him. Jonathon watched the kimono floating around Kazuhiro nude body with each step, then noticed a glass vial - thick liquid moving inside - in Kazuhiro's hand.
    Kazuhiro knelt behind him. There was a soft clink of the stopper being removed, and an instant later, cool oil was running down Jonathon's crack and over his hole. Kazuhiro's fingers followed, rubbing through it. Jonathon spread his knees further apart and lowered down to his elbows, doing all his could with his body to show Kazuhiro he wanted him. A low, appreciative groan came from Kazuhiro as he pushed a finger into him.
    Jonathon dropped his forehead to the futon. His breathing was already quick. His heart pounded, and warm throbbing pulsed through his cock. Drops leaked from it to drip beneath him. This was what he'd wanted, how he'd hoped and wished Kazuhiro would be. No rough fumbling. No driving into him for frantic copulation to meet an end. Kazuhiro was taking his time to ensure both their pleasure. As two fingers stretched him, Jonathon gripped the futon in both fists. He let out a high, needy moan. He had to have Kazuhiro's cock soon.
    Kazuhiro heard all Jonathon wanted in the single moan. He drew his fingers out of him and oiled his cock. He pressed the tip to Jonathon's hole, pushing for entrance. Kazuhiro watched Jonathon's body stretch to accept him, squeezing his cock head. He closed his eyes and fought to control his breathing and body's urges as more of his cock became buried in Jonathon's heat.
    He started thrusting. On each push, he was rewarded with moans and hushed needful noises from Jonathon. He could feel Jonathon's muscles tightening and loosening. Jonathon started rocking back on him, moving faster than he was thrusting into him, unabashed in his desperation for pleasure. Sensing Jonathon's pleasure was rising, Kazuhiro stopped and pulled out of him.
    A shocked and distraught gasp left Jonathon. He snapped his head around to see him, ready to beg for Kazuhiro's cock, but Kazuhiro pushed on his hip, guiding him to roll to his back and lie down.
    Jonathon quickly followed Kazuhiro's direction. Once on his back, he slid down the futon toward him and pulled his legs back, holding them in place with his hands under his knees. He lifted his head slightly to better see Kazuhiro, and the sight of Kazuhiro's hard, finely muscled body framed in the soft, elegant silk kimono only increased Jonathon's desperation to join their bodies again. It seemed even more sensual to him that Kazuhiro hadn't removed