Tokyo Ink (Gay SF Erotica)

Gabe slid up to kiss him with the same bruising force Tetsu had offered.
    Bringing his legs up along Tetsu’s sides, Gabe straddled him. “All those times I tried to get your attention at Iyashii -- you were pretending to ignore me?”
    “Yes.” His chest hurt. Breathing was difficult. He wanted Gabe to stop talking and kiss him again. He'd never kissed a man. But neither had he kissed a woman.
    He tried to pull Gabe down but the dancer slipped away. Tetsu lifted his head in time to see Gabe’s dark head descending over his cock, the red lips parted. He thought about all the things he had seen Gabe do with the Iyashii executives. He’d seen Mikio-san and whiny little Jun simultaneously come in the dancer at opposite ends while Gabe’s strong hands serviced one or two other men. And the things he had seen Gabe do to Jun! The whips, the plugs. Or the rare times when Gabe had shown real pleasure in being taken rudely from behind with no amenities to ease his lover’s entrance.
    Tetsu knew already that if he were to have the smallest sampling of Gabe, then he must have him all and be completely possessed by this young man in return.
    “Oh, gods, we can’t.” He would start hyperventilating if the dancer’s lips actually touched him.
    Gabe’s mouth hovered just above the swollen head of Tetsu’s cock. He licked his lips once. “What do you mean?”
    “There’s no…” He groaned, tried unsuccessfully to evade the long swipe of Gabe’s tongue up the length of his shaft. Tortured heaven. He shuddered, felt the sensation of a dagger being buried deep in his chest as he constricted his perineum to keep from coming.
    “You have a UV reader --” Another swipe and then a long suck of the tip before Gabe spoke again. “A spare mobile and ammo--” He pulled Tetsu’s shaft into his mouth then released it with a lingering pop. “And you’re telling me you don’t have the most basic, most essential, supplies?”
    Tetsu shook his head. He didn’t trust any words he might utter to be coherent. He had meant to say there was no going back. But, already, it was too late. That tongue, those lips, had touched him. He wanted more.
    Tetsu flung his arm out, pointing Gabe toward the dresser, where the first aid kit and its tube of MedGel were. Gabe started to move away. Somewhere past the heavy sound of blood flowing through Tetsu, he heard his plea to the dancer. “Don’t stop.”
    “Believe me, Tetsu Hogosha, I have no intention of releasing you any time soon.” Gabe descended again and sucked hungrily at the tip of Tetsu’s erection for a few seconds of pure bliss before leaving the bed.
    Tetsu watched the practiced sway of Gabe’s ass as he walked to the dresser and found the first aid kit. It was mesmerizing to watch him move, but Tetsu wasn’t so far gone that he didn’t realize Gabe had used his last name. He’d never offered the dancer his full name. He studied Gabe’s face, looking for signs of treachery as the young man walked back to the bed.
    Gabe stopped and tilted his head at Tetsu. “I’d rather have you staring at my cock.”
    Damn that smile. It was wicked and knowing for sure, but treacherous? “You have a beautiful face.”
    “And a beautiful cock.” Gabe’s grin turned carnivorous as he pounced onto the bed.
    Gabe began working Tetsu’s cock with his mouth again. Tetsu liked to think that he was bigger than average, but Gabe could suck him all the way down to the base and hold him there while his tongue curled and pressed and stroked like some kind of twisting snake. Pleasure brushed his eyelids shut. He forgot, almost. Something Gabe had said.
    Hogosha.
    “How do you --” The words froze in Tetsu’s throat as Gabe began fingering the ring of his ass. Gabe continued sucking him as he teased the tight hole, the dancer’s wide shoulders forcing Tetsu to lift his legs higher and wider apart.
    Gabe hadn’t opened the tube of MedGel yet, and his tongue followed the same path as his finger to gently lick at the outer rim. Tetsu could feel the moisture Gabe was laying down and then the slow prying of his finger. Tetsu knew, from the video surveillance, what Gabe was doing, letting the spit drip down onto his finger to ease him deeper into Tetsu’s ass. But it was a remote kind of knowing, and the ease with which his inexperienced body accepted the slow probing almost unhinged him.
    “Cover me… please, please cover me.” Words. Wrong. Tetsu bit at his lip with a pleasure-filled