The Things I Do for You
“Iwaki-san, are you ready?”
“Yes.” The man responded growling. When had he accepted such an extravagant request? His brow rose imperceptible. Kato was so excited and he could confirm he had already set the video cam on its tripod and was making the final arrangements just a few steps away from him.
Kato was glowing. It was perhaps at that moment that Iwaki realised why he hadn’t refused. The young man was so alluring and tempting that he just couldn’t refuse him.
“I know…I know…” Kato said surprising Iwaki. He had approached him and kissed him slightly, provoking him. “Humour me, would you? Only I can see you like this and I promise—for the thousandth time—that I won’t let anyone see the person I fancy the most doing this!”
Iwaki knew he was serious about all that, however, being naked and on top of that being about to be taped while masturbating wasn’t exactly the thing he liked to do the most. “Will you be happy if I do this?” He asked.
“Yes!” Kato hurried to answer, smiling broadly, walking back to the camera, “in this way, I can have Iwaki-san all the time, even when we’re apart shooting in different locations.”
Iwaki rolled his eyes and moved on the bed in a conceited fashion, until he placed himself on the place Kato was telling him he wanted him. The perfect angle, Iwaki heard him saying, and dropped his head just a little bit, then he smirked. It was so like Kato to be saying and doing those things.
“Iwaki-san! Don’t space out!” Kato was yelling and Iwaki came back from his reveries. Of course, Kato wouldn’t want him to do that; still, it was impossible for him not to think of him and what they were doing.
Even if Iwaki didn’t want it, he would just need to take a look at Kato and feel aroused. Maybe it was a ludicrous thing for most people, after all, weren’t both of them male? Yet, Kato gave him so much peace, that it made him feel as if he was about to explode. He filled him with such happiness, and he had to admit it, his body was so well cared for, that his bliss was complete.
Iwaki started to feel the effects of his thoughts and the presence of Kato in his body. Slowly, he took his hand to his cock and embraced it, feeling it beat at unison with his body. Iwaki closed his eyes, immersed in the memory of Kato’s touch, his slithering tongue moving all over his body; while his hands grabbed him firmly from his sides. The man moaned almost as if Kato were actually caressing him, and the blond had to stop for a moment to contemplate him.
Iwaki, Kato believed, was the most beautiful being that could be on earth. Corny, he mused, but still true. Kato had to grab his cock as it was growing along with Iwaki’s, who was groaning this time. He had finally fallen on bed, and was lying against the pillows that Kato had prepared for him. Kato saw him grab his balls with one hand and then press his fingers deep inside himself while the other took care of his dick. Kato saw him bite his lips and lick them, and felt jealous that he wasn’t the one causing those reactions in Iwaki. Little did he know about the reasons for Iwaki, who’d been reluctant to this whim of him even when he’d accepted, to feel the way he was feeling.
“Kato…” The young one heard Iwaki call him, and that simple action made his manhood grow to the point it was almost unbearable to continue without release. It was then that he realised what was happening. Iwaki was thinking of him as he masturbated. Kato blushed. If only Iwaki could know how much he loved him.
Iwaki kept on touching himself. When he felt he was about to come, he would let go and move his hand to his nipples, touching them feverishly; then he’d return to his task and would keep on moving. It was Kato’s tongue caressing him, he thought. It was Kato watching him. He felt lewd, lusty. It was then that he propped his head enough as to look at Kato in the eye and leave his eyes on him. Kato, his beloved Kato was as turned on as he was.
“Kato…” He whispered, almost at the brink of his orgasm.
“Yes? Iwaki-san…” Kato responded trembling. Iwaki’s voice was so seductive, and was calling him…
“…What are you waiting for?” As he spoke, Iwaki opened his legs, spreading them so that Katou would see how wet he was from his pre-cum and how ready he was for him. Kato hurried and as he entered Iwaki, both of them climaxed in an orgasm that blinded them and made their world swirl a thousand times.
After a while, Kato was lying against Iwaki’s chest and felt overwhelmed at how incredibly hot Iwaki looked when he was masturbating. He breathed deeply as Iwaki stroked his hair. “Iwaki-san…” He began to say when he suddenly sat on the bed and looked at Iwaki with panic in his eyes.
“Kato! What’s wrong” The older man asked, sitting and looking at Kato with a worried expression.
“Iwaki-san! I’m an idiot!” He yelled. “I was so into watching you that I forgot to press rec on the camera!”
“Kato?”
“We have to do it all over again, Iwaki-san!”
Iwaki brought his hand to his temple and tried not to hit him. He was going to play nice and not ruin the mood. However, when Kato yelled his name again, with that annoying tone in his voice, which meant he was serious about what he was saying, Iwaki couldn’t help himself and hit him hard.
“I won’t do this again, Kato!” Iwaki moved his hands showing the camera and then crossed his arms on his chest.
“Iwaki-san! You’re so cruel!” Kato cried.
Ariadne, April 30, 2008