CHAPTER 5
Realization
Gently, Kurama laid his precious burden on the bed, then slid down beside his beloved. The kissing and caressing resumed, but now he began to ease the youkai's clothing off. Hiei was quick to respond, eagerly doing the same for Kurama. Buttons, however, proved to be a puzzle he hadn't encountered before, but one with an easy if unconventional solution. The click of demon teeth meeting, followed by "pttt - ping!" as he spat the button expertly into the corner, alerted Kurama to the fact that he'd need his sewing skills later. Quite a lot, in fact, as the front of his shirt was all buttons, and Hiei seemed determined to deal with them the same way. Kurama didn't try to stop him: there was something exciting about being undressed in this unconventional way. Maybe next time he'd wear a tee-shirt, though....
When they were both naked, he began to move his kisses slowly down Hiei's body. Neck, shoulders, chest.... Hiei's nipples proved to be unusually sensitive, and Kurama was agreeably diverted for several minutes, seeing what little gasps of pleasure he could provoke by skillful ministrations. Hiei had by now given up all pretense of independence, and simply lay still, enjoying each new sensation his lover presented him with.
Eventually Kurama reached Hiei's crotch, after diversions to pay homage to each of Hiei's slim, muscular thighs. Now his penis was at last ready for Kurama's eager, loving attention. Gleaming with his continuing leakage of semen, which by now had formed a little puddle on his stomach, it stood away from his body, dark, shining and engorged. Kurama decided he had no complaints: size, shape and stiffness were everything he could ever have wished for. When he flicked his tongue long the length of the shaft, Hiei let out a shuddering sigh, but when he took the head in his mouth and slowly slid down, swallowing more and more of it, Hiei's moan of pleasure seemed to come from somewhere deep inside.
Kurama quickly discovered he couldn't take more than about two-thirds of its length without feeling that he was going to gag, but it didn't seem to matter. That was enough to start Hiei writhing with pleasure, running both his hands through Kurama's luxuriant hair and continuing to moan in a way that told the red-head he was doing everything just right. A gentle up and down motion, a little suction, and swirling his tongue around the shaft and head, seemed to be the things that most aroused his love. He was surprised when after less than a minute, Hiei suddenly growled "If you do that any more, I'm gonna come!"
Not wishing to cut short his partner's enjoyment, Kurama reluctantly eased off of the fascinating organ, and returned to skillful use of his tongue against the shaft, working his way down towards Hiei's balls. They proved to be as sensitive as the rest of the fire demon's body, and licking and sucking them produced more moans of pleasure. Exploring around them, Kurama's tongue lightly flicked over the crack between Hiei's buttocks. To his surprise, it produced a reaction more intense than any that had happened before.
Hiei arched his back off the bed, producing a moan that was so low it was almost a growl. Then to Kurama's surprise, he drew both his legs up until his knees were touching his chest, laying bare the neat rose-coloured pucker between his cheeks. Hesitantly, Kurama brushed the tip of his tongue against the opening. The intense gasp from his lover, and the shudder that ran through his body, told Kurama to continue.
Forcing his tongue deeper into the tight ring only seemed to increase the depth of the little youkai's arousal. Then he remembered his experience with the doctor; true, he'd been expecting to use that knowledge to help him take his lover inside him, but now all his plans were forgotten, dismissed in the reality of making love to the beautiful fire demon. The large tube of handcream was ready beside the bed, with a little concentration he was able to find it and uncap it by touch alone, so that he didn't have to turn his head or take his tongue away from its duties. Getting his finger sufficiently coated without looking was harder, but he managed it.
Trembling a little with an excitement he didn't quite understand, he brought his hand up, and drawing his head away, eased the slick finger into the centre of the pucker, already wet with his saliva. To his surprise, the muscle seemed to relax as he probed - he knew he couldn't do that - and his finger slid in quite easily, to the accompaniment of another deep moan from Hiei. Anxious not to hurt his lover, he whispered, "Tell me if you want me to stop... ", only to be answered by an emphatic shake of Hiei's head, almost 180 degrees from side to side on the pillow. Trying to remember what the doctor had done, he brushed the tip of his finger against the lining, behind the base of Hiei's penis. For a moment he felt nothing, and wondered if he'd been stupid, assuming that demon and human physiology would be the same.
Then he felt a little firm area, and the moment his finger brushed it, Hiei threw his arms out wide, arched his back off the bed and let out another deep moan. At the same time Kurama, glancing up at his lover's reaction, saw a tiny drop of fluid ooze from the tip of Hiei's penis, and fall to the wet patch on his stomach. Each new caress of his fingertip produced a corresponding shudder through his beloved. Some tiny part of his original Youko self stood aside in his mind, marveling at the power he had over someone's body, but the rest of Kurama was utterly submerged in this experience, totally unlike anything he remembered from his previous existence.
With his finger occupied, that left the rest of his body free to try and add to the little youkai's pleasure. Wrapping his other hand round Hiei's penis, he lifted it upright, then lowered his head to bring his mouth down to meet it. Gently he brushed his tongue from the base to the tip, seeing as he did the little hole in the tip dilate suddenly....
WHACK! He jerked his head away, cheek stinging, convinced his lover had hit him; especially as he'd heard him shout his name, urgent and anguished. For that brief confused fraction of a second, he thought perhaps he'd hurt him, then the pulsing grip of the muscle around his finger brought him back down to reality, and he found himself staring down at his lover experiencing an orgasm more intense than he'd imagined possible. Staring as three, four, five ribbons of white liquid, thinner than his own, spurted the length of Hiei's torso, coating his chest and stomach, two even flying far enough to splatter on his face and in his hair. Only having his own solitary experience to go on, Kurama had no idea anyone could come so much, or so intensely, and his greedy eyes devoured every second of what he saw. Then it was over, and Hiei's head flopped back against the pillow, eyes closed in exhaustion.
Slowly, Kurama eased his finger out of Hiei's butt, at the same time releasing his lover's now-flaccid penis. Then the slight stinging of his cheek reminded him, and he raised his hand to his face. To his surprise, it came away wet. The heady distinctive smell, and the taste when he licked it, allowed no mistake. It was his youkai's semen: he'd come so hard it had seemed like a slap in the face where it had hit him.
A little awestruck, Kurama glanced down at the demon again, and couldn't suppress a snicker. One red eye cracked open balefully. "What's so damned funny?"
"You've got it in your hair!"
"Hn. So what?"
Then Hiei's eyes fell to Kurama's crotch and his still-straining erection. A kind of hunger shone out of the fire demon's face, and leaning forwards, he grasped Kurama's butt with one hand and his penis with the other, pulling him forwards. As he guided the tip of Kurama's penis into his still slippery butt, Kurama asked "Are you sure?", fearing his lover might be sore after the first experience.
"Kurama, please, fuck me now!" There was no denying the urgency in the youkai's voice, nor the desire in his eyes, but it was what he'd said that really shocked Kurama. Hiei never said "please"!
Nothing Kurama had experienced before prepared him for the sensation of being inside his lover, of being so intimately joined they felt like one. With each thrust Hiei moaned with pleasure, his ruby eyes never leaving Kurama's face, willing him in deeper and harder. Suddenly Hiei turned his head to one side, and without warning sank his teeth into Kurama's forearm. It wasn't that hard a bite, but it caught Kurama by surprise, and he pulled his arm away. "Ow! That hurt!" Hiei twisted his head further, and clamped a mouthful of pillow between his teeth, before swiveling his eyes back to Kurama with an expression that suggested he'd better appreciate that it was a poor substitute....
Then Hiei began to shudder, and moan through the pillow, as he'd done the last time he came, and the memory of that finished any self-control Kurama was struggling to hold onto. Crying out Hiei's name, he felt his seed spurting inside his beloved, and then the orgasm washed away his senses, and for a long moment he felt nothing but the physical and emotional completion of every love and desire he'd ever felt for the little fire demon.
When sensation returned, he was staring down at a wet patch on Hie's stomach.... a new wet patch, for the other streaks were almost dry. It made him almost ridiculously happy to know that he'd not been alone: that they'd shared this climax. Again Hiei lay exhausted, eyes closed, and made no protest when Kurama slipped gently out of him, simply lowering his legs; but when the red-head lay down beside him he snuggled close and slipped an arm around Kurama's waist, hand resting lightly against his back, and hooked his leg over Kurama's thigh. He couldn't have said "You're mine" more clearly if he'd spoken it. Which is why, when Kurama softly whispered "Ai shiteru" in Hiei's ear, he wasn't disappointed to receive a mumbled "Kitsune no baka.." in return. Knowing Hiei, it meant about the same thing anyway. Besides, a moment later, Hiei's other hand slipped into his, interlacing their fingers..... and gave a gentle squeeze.
With a little sigh of pleasure,
Kurama tugged the bedclothes over them with his free hand, then used it to gently
enfold his dozing love. After a while, Hiei's breathing slowed and deepened.
At first, Kurama thought he was snoring softly, but when he listened carefully,
and felt the vibrations through the hand holding his lover's body, he realised
Hiei was purring like a cat... very soft and quiet, but nevertheless the same
sound of utter contentment. Well, he thought, loving a demon never was going
to be predictable....