Tokyo Ink (Gay SF Erotica)

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pushed the full cap of his cock into Tetsu, both men sweating from the effort. “You’ve got me so hard, Tetsu. All that tight-assed game playing of yours in the elevators and halls, pretending not to notice me, pretending you didn’t want me, didn’t want this.” He slid a few more inches in, rested his forehead against Tetsu’s back. Another inch or two and then he reached between them, searching for the strap on his ball ring and threading it through a catch on Tetsu’s.
    “What is that?” Tetsu sounded high, almost delirious.
    “It’s for the long strokes, Tetsu-san.” Gabe gave a gentle tug, instantly taking up the slack on the strap. Tetsu spasmed, squirting a thin stream of cum onto the sheets.
    Rising up, Gabe grabbed Tetsu by the hips and buried himself the rest of the way inside his lover’s body. He ground against Tetsu in tight circles, the sensation forcing Tetsu to curl his hands around the edge of the mattress, more cum spilling from him.
    “ Tendou ! You’re driving me crazy.” Panting, moaning, he started to whip his head from side to side as Gabe pulled back until the engorged head of his cock and the tight ring of Tetsu’s ass stopped him. “Where is it all coming from?”
    Gabe drove back in, Tetsu gasping and coming beneath him. Tetsu spread his knees further apart, his chest flat against the mattress.
    “Yes, hard. All of it, Youran-san.”
    Gabe delivered one long, hard stroke after another, the strap connecting them tugging at Tetsu’s cock and balls with each slide of Gabe’s dick inside him. Absorbing his lover’s thrusts, Tetsu bordered on unconscious. The flashing vid screen in the next room played tricks on his eyes, cast huge shadows on the wall until an hysterical certainty possessed him that it was not Gabe or Youran, that pale western orchid, riding him so masterfully, but a great white dragon, burning him inside and out, bringing with him a million small deaths and resurrections.
    “ Iku! Iku! ” Gabe buried his cock into Tetsu one last time, grinding his hips against Tetsu’s ass as both men came. He followed with shallow, short pumps as he milked the last of their climax.
    “ Banzen , Tetsu-san.” Gabe sighed the words as he pulled out until just the head of his cock remained inside Tetsu. He reached down, released the strap and slowly withdrew the rest of the way, his hand stroking Tetsu’s swollen dick. “Perfect.”
    A practiced flick of his hand, and Gabe removed the ball cuff from himself then coaxed Tetsu onto his back. He took his time removing the rings and strap, taking Tetsu’s still erect penis into his mouth, sucking and licking the cream from it as he worked. “ Banzen, banzen .”
    Gabe pulled Tetsu up, guided him out into the flickering light of the front room. “Shower, and then we’ll sleep in your bed.”
    “Was it banzen ?” Tetsu asked, his voice tired and content as he leaned against the shower wall while Gabe turned the water on and squirted body wash onto Tetsu.
    “It was,” Gabe answered, his soapy hands kneading Tetsu’s tired back muscles. “You were.”
    * * *
    Bright morning sunlight streamed into Tetsu’s room as Gabe rolled over, flung out his arm and found empty space. He cracked one eye open, saw Tetsu, dressed in black gym shorts and working at the computer. Gabe pulled the blanket over his head, deeply breathed in his lover’s scent on the sheets and pillowcase and tried to drift back to sleep.
    “ Kuso shite shinezo !”
    Gabe threw the blanket off and looked at Tetsu typing, fingers smashing against the keyboard.
    “ Kuso! Kuso! ”
    “Hey, sailor, something the matter?” Gabe tried to keep the question light-hearted but he hadn’t seen Tetsu so uptight while at the computer, at least not when Gabe left him alone to work.
    Tetsu glanced over his shoulder for half a second then went back to pounding the keyboard. “All of the uploads are gone!”
    “All of them?”
    “Damn it. That’s why we’ve always

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