Tokyo Ink (Gay SF Erotica)

his chest.
    This time, when Gabe teased the ring of Tetsu’s ass, Tetsu felt the slick layer of MedGel. Gabe guided Tetsu’s legs further apart and brought his heels forward until his knees were bent. The position let Gabe breach Tetsu more easily. Gasping as the finger slid into him, Tetsu tightened around it.
    Gabe kept one hand around the base of Tetsu’s cock, holding the erection so that it pointed toward the ceiling. As his finger slid into Tetsu, Gabe’s lips moved over the shaft. When the second finger slid inside him, Tetsu felt the sharp pull of orgasm and thought he would burst, but Gabe gently pulled back. He seesawed Tetsu, thrusting and sucking to push him against the edge of climax over and over.
    But he wouldn’t let Tetsu come. It went on like that for minutes. Sometimes hard and fast, sometimes slow with the fingers flexed and stroking deep inside. The mouth teased in the same manner, swallowing him down to the base and then dancing around the edge, with Tetsu hovering sharply. Tetsu had seen this, too, on the tea room vids, seen the dancer stretch the moment of release out so far his client’s mind was in danger of fragmenting into millions of over-stimulated neurons.
    He wanted it to go on forever. He wanted it to end immediately with a hot rush of cum.
    Tetsu moaned, squirmed, felt the tiny explosion of brain cells and the fall into insanity begin as Gabe started to withdraw completely. The dancer clamped one hand around Tetsu’s cock, squeezing tight as he squirted a heavy layer of MedGel onto it. He rubbed the gel over the entire shaft, then slid his whole body forward until his ass hovered over the swollen head.
    Gods, yes, he wanted to come inside Gabe. He fought the instinct to grab the dancer’s hips and thrust upward. He let Gabe settle slowly onto him, working his way down inch by squeezing inch, his ass moving in slow circles as he gripped Tetsu tighter. Tetsu reached out, found Gabe’s cock and began to stroke him with both hands. Thick, big like his own. He wanted its thickness in him -- in his mouth, filling his ass with the same hard strokes Gabe had delivered with his hand.
    Gabe leaned back, settling fully onto Tetsu’s cock. He reached behind him, down between Tetsu’s cheeks to rub the sensitive ring of flesh with the pad of one fingertip. Everything moved slowly -- the small circles Gabe made against Tetsu’s ass, the short, undulating way he gripped Tetsu’s cock with his body.
    “Hold. Right there.” Gabe lifted halfway up and put his free hand over Tetsu’s to stop him.
    Tetsu could feel the ripple start in Gabe -- in his cock, and then with the three rolling squeezes of the dancer’s ass that brought Tetsu up and over the brink of orgasm. The dancer trembled, his cum squirting onto Tetsu’s stomach. The muscles of his thighs and ass locked in a butterfly dance that elongated Tetsu’s climax.
    He thought he’d gone deaf from the ecstasy of it until Gabe, sighing deeply, leaned forward to rest against him. The dancer still held him inside, and the small flutters slowly faded to the sensation of a subdued pulse. He felt himself growing smaller, and that caused anxiety to clutch at his chest.
    The night was almost over.

Chapter Four
    They stayed at the safe house until a little after one, Tetsu tucked into a chair in one corner while he studied his mobile’s screen. He was irritated. Gabe would only tell him to which district they were going. The fact that it was within a ten-block radius of Iyashii made him twitch. He plotted street routes and looked at maps for the old sewer and subway lines below ground that would hopefully get them into the district unseen. When he was finally ready, he surprised Gabe by pulling the bed away from the wall and removing a tile from the floor.
    “And I just thought the floor was falling apart,” Gabe joked as Tetsu unfolded a thin cartridge belt on the bed. There were eight slots total on the belt, each filled with a slim black cylinder. “What are those?”
    “Timers, explosives.” Grim-faced, he put the belt on. Gabe had moved closer to the door. “Sure you won’t tell me who we’re visiting?”
    “Soon.”
    Soon. Almost. Not yet. Be patient. His admonitions from yesterday thrown back in his face but with a gentleness he hadn't exhibited. They traveled through different dark alleys and overcrowded streets than the ones they'd taken the day before, but the route and the routine had a sameness to them nonetheless.