Imposition (14 page)

"I want to be inside you, Therse,” he uttered, tongue delving into the man's ear. Therse gasped open-mouthed, thighs spreading around him as he began to rock his hips. “I want your heat against me; I want to feel you all over me.” His hand slipped up the back of Therse's shirt, gliding through the sweat along his spine, riding the tight, firm muscles that worked beneath his perfect bronzed skin. “I want to spread you and fuck you to within an inch of your life."

Therse pulled his shirt off and ditched it onto the floor, finding Meitou's lips again, coiling his hot, wet tongue into Meitou's mouth as firm hands rode up his naked sides to find his nipples. He forced his knees down against the bed and sprang up, off his Imperial lover and away, taking some satisfaction in the simmering disappointment on Meitou's face and the large, obvious erection tenting his pants. He was just far enough away. Just far enough away to be out of arms’ reach but still tantalizingly close. Just far enough away that he could jump back if Meitou moved to bring him in.

It annoyed him that their encounters were so one-sided; that Meitou always had the plan, the upper hand, the control. That he was always the one spilling too much of what he considered to be the buried, guarded parts of himself when Meitou came distracting him with pleasure just long enough to poke the embers with a well-targeted stick.

But he'd seen the flickers that passed over the man's face when they were together, and Meitou wasn't the only one with a tactical mind. If he was always going to make sex a battle, it was a battle Therse meant to win.

He moved his hands down to the buttons of his fatigues, releasing each one slowly as Meitou watched. The man leant back on one hand and smiled at him, quite happy to let him proceed uninterrupted. He toed off his boots and stripped off his socks, then eased the fatigues down on his hips so that his dark curls could be seen above it. He flexed his torso so that it showed off his musculature and shot Meitou a look with parted lips that had charmed so many men before him.

Meitou saw his game, eyes narrowing as his grin grew wider, simply happy just to sit back and watch the show as Therse tried to seduce him. As far as his cock was concerned, it was certainly a success.

The fatigues dropped to the floor and Therse stepped free of them, standing erect in just his underwear. Meitou wanted to leap forward and run his hands up Therse's inner thighs and into his boxers as he stood there and pulled the fabric tight around his cock, but held himself in check.

Finally those too were shed, and Therse was completely naked in front of him at last: tall, hard, and beautiful; the arrogant expression on his face only making him more so. Meitou wanted to hear him beg.

Therse came within reach again, Meitou's hand stroking up his thigh just by the fingertips to settle on his hip as Therse sat back into his lap. Meitou looked down at him, taking him all in. Perfect broad shoulders, perfect body beneath perfect smooth, dusk skin, perfectly hard cock pressed against him. Therse had his hands by his sides as though he was a plaything waiting for Meitou to begin. He ignored Therse's needy erection and concentrated on the other erogenous zones he'd discovered during their affair: the place on his neck behind his ear that made him gasp, another just beneath his clavicle that made his breath quicken as Meitou's hands rode his back searching for the spots that made him shudder and drip.

Meitou could tell from the tension in Therse's body that he was trying to resist, still determined to keep things on his terms with his total control, but that wasn't going to happen. No conquest had ever been able to resist Meitou fully, though the ones who at least attempted it were always more fun. He smiled as hands sifted into his hair and pulled him away to be met by Therse's greedy mouth as they tipped backwards.

Therse's strong, muscular body flexed against him as they kissed, and it was hard for Meitou to decide where to put his hands; everywhere felt so good. He settled for one hand mostly on Therse's ass, the other on his back and up into his hair. He slipped a finger down between Therse's cheeks and felt him buck.

Therse's hands were clenched in the covers above Meitou's head, eyes screwed shut as tight as his hold on the bedding. Meitou pushed his finger down further and felt the jolt in Therse's hips as he fought desperately not to tilt and offer Meitou encouragement. His losing battle was showing all over his face though, eyebrows knitted, lips full and open against Meitou's kiss and Meitou hadn't even done anything properly to him yet.

Unfortunately for Therse, Meitou knew this was all a play. And also unfortunately for Therse, it was a play that never worked. Pretend to be more worked up than you are to arouse your lover in a game such as this, and all you'll ever get is just as aroused as you're pretending to be. Meitou held his cool and Therse had to keep upping the ante, biting Meitou's earlobe and grinding down against him.

Meitou had to admit, being fully dressed and having a naked Navy Lieutenant rub himself all over him was certainly a highlight of even his illustrious sexual career. Therse was beginning to find a rhythm, even if it was a slow and grinding one, panting discretely as he dragged his hard cock against Meitou's. Meitou wanted nothing more than to flip him onto his back and fuck him raw, but he kept it to himself, for now.

Each time Therse's ass would rise a little higher, and every time his finger would slip a little further down Therse's crack. Therse was losing this game badly. Meitou took him roughly by the hair and whispered hot words into his ear. “You're getting pre-come all over my nice clean uniform.” Therse shuddered at his voice and ground down harder.

Meitou's hand slipped beneath Therse, stroking his no-doubt painfully hard length as he raised his body to allow easier access, Meitou's fingertip running wet over him through his own fluids. Then down to his balls, sliding over them to feel the place behind and making him gasp. Therse acted like he wanted Meitou's fingers down further, wanted them up inside him, wanted the stretch and the pressure so badly he nearly asked for it outright.

Meitou remained cool beneath him, watching him carefully and with growing amusement. Delicious expressions flickered across Therse's face as Meitou kneaded him, as he pressed and pushed at him and wrung him free of all resistance. And then finally, Therse held aloft the white flag of defeat, allowing Meitou the spoils of war.

"Please,” he whispered.

Meitou's fingers pushed up into him and felt so overwhelmingly good it made his spine flex, forcing him to curl backwards. He got a better view from that position, watching Meitou's glorious smirk spread as his own cock beaded pre-come with each twist of the man's fingers inside him. Therse decided it wasn't his fault. Meitou was experienced, knew how to touch a man, to coil him almost beyond his limits, and that was hard to resist without practice. He began to let go, began to release the inhibitions that strapped him down and made his body rigid with tension.

There was no longer any presumption between them, and Therse would allow himself to be pleasured. Meitou was a damn good fuck, and he was determined to enjoy it to the fullest, not having had the opportunity for anything other than a swift return of favors and quick release before.

He let his head drop back as he rode down onto the fingers that thrust inside him, moaning openly as Meitou worked his prostate and milked him for all he was worth. The man's uniform would certainly be a mess in the morning.

Therse was growing impatient. Fingers weren't enough any more, he wanted to be filled up by something more. He reached down and unzipped Meitou's trousers, much to Meitou's amusement, and brought out his tight, throbbing erection. Meitou lubed himself up, with normal stuff this time rather than the orgasmic gel, and held himself ready. Therse eased down onto him inch by excruciating inch, wanting to be all the way already and moving hard like his body demanded. His fingers clenched tight into Meitou's jacket as the man's hands gripped his hips, willing him on.

All the way down. Therse gasped and clenched around Meitou's cock, forcing a grunt from him and making the hands on his hips grip tighter. He leaned forward, resting his palms against Meitou's chest, and started to move.

It sent spurs of pleasure through them both, steadily increasing as Therse built up speed, looking down at Meitou open-mouthed as he fucked him, wanting to see him lose a bit of control from underneath. Somehow being naked and riding a clothed man felt fantastic, perhaps because Meitou looked hot as fuck spread out beneath him in that beautiful, black, tailored uniform.

Apparently Meitou's thoughts were travelling along the same lines. “
Shit
you look hot, Navy."

Meitou wasn't the type to be generous during sex. Usually as long as he got what he wanted, that was enough to satisfy him perfectly. But as he watched the lithe man working above him, flicking his hips and writhing, leaking like a burst pipe and squeezing,
squeezing
on him so hard, he decided he might be feeling that way inclined.

If Therse thought his obstinance at the beginning of this encounter had been forgiven and forgotten, he was about to get a rude awakening. He seemed to have let go enough that he could enjoy a casual encounter like this and give himself up for a hard fuck, but that wasn't what he desired most, and Meitou had seen it from the very beginning. And occasionally, he could be a generous man, so Meitou decided he'd give Therse exactly what he wanted most and exactly what he was most unprepared for—a lover.

Meitou moved suddenly, gripping Therse around the waist with both hands and rolling him onto his back. He stripped quickly—possibly quicker than he ever had before—and returned to that hot, inviting space.

He lay down on top of Therse, stroking over him, kissing him tenderly. The effects of the change in pace were immediate and perfectly calculated. Therse was uneasy, trying to illicit movement by flicking his hips, but Meitou persisted with his sensual caress. When he finally moved it was slowly, gently. Therse couldn't look him in the eye.

A hand gripped his shoulder as he traced the tip of his nose along Therse's jaw. “Stop,” he was told.

"Why? What's wrong?"

"It feels different. You feel different."

He held Therse tighter, sliding back and forth between his thighs and keeping as much bodily contact as possible so they could both feel every aspect of each movement. “But it still feels good, right?"

"It feels..."

Therse closed his eyes and succumbed to it, hands up into Meitou's hair and thighs wrapped around him, holding him close. It had more of an effect on Meitou than he'd anticipated and he had to shake himself out of it. “So who is it that you think of when we do this?"

Therse's eyes snapped open, cheeks blushing heavily. He was right, as always, but for some reason being right didn't feel quite so rewarding this time.

"What are you talking about?"

"I've done this quite a bit, Therse. I can tell when someone's not totally with me."

"Look, it's nothing like that; you're an incredible fuck —"

"I know that, that wasn't what I was asking. What I want to know is who you're wishing I was, fucking you this good."

Therse looked away. “No one, it's nothing."

Meitou kissed his neck. “You remember when I asked you before, about your reasons? I'm in this for pleasure. Nothing more. I'm using you because you're hot as hell and you feel fantastic whether you're inside me or around my cock, but I don't think you're using me for the same reason. Who is he, Therse?"

"Nobody special,” Therse breathed, as Meitou pushed into him deep.

"Think about him, fantasize for all I care. I'm getting what I need; it's only fair that you do too, right?"

He gripped Therse under the ass, raising his hips smoothly and finding the position that would rub him just right.

"Ah! Stop!"

"Are you thinking about him? I'm him, Therse; I'm whoever you want me to be.” He watched Therse's face. “You know his name?"

Therse nodded, eyes screwed shut.

"It's on the tip of your tongue when you come, right?” he spoke into Therse's lips. “You want so badly to scream it out but you never do, you just keep it locked away. Along with everything else."

Therse's head dropped back. “I'm going to come,"

Meitou slowed his movements, prolonging Therse's wait for ecstasy and bringing him even closer. “Say his name, Therse, tell me who it is."

"I can't,” he said, almost desperate.

"Yeah you can, I won't tell. It won't leave this room; I promise. Just say it, you know you want to. Who is it? Who do you want to fuck you? You can't hide behind locked doors forever, Therse. If you don't let it out now, if you don't admit what you want, the opportunity might slip by you altogether."

"Don't,"

"Say it."

"I'm going to..."

"Say his name, say it; I can taste it on your lips."

Therse shuddered beneath him, nails digging into his shoulders as he began to lose it. Meitou could only hope he'd be rewarded with the unlocking of another level of Therse's secured, buried inhibitions.

And then he finally got what he had been waiting for.

Therse held him tight, clenched around him, thrust up against him, body hot and desperate as he screamed out for Gen, yelled his name over and over, thinking of him and only him until his climax was spent.

Once he came down from it he looked wretched and regretful, to the point that Meitou decided to leave it at that and withdrew. Therse looked at him, angry and embarrassed, sure that he'd given Meitou access to a secret that could be used to skewer him.

Meitou caressed his chin and the expression softened slightly. “It must be frustrating for you that a perfect stranger can see what he can't.” Therse said nothing. “Are you in love with him?"

"That's none of your business."

"Right, my apologies,” he smirked and rolled off.

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Gen sloped along the corridor back to the mess hall. He'd just been to his commanding officer—a short, rotund man with a shock of red hair and a fiery attitude to match—to discuss his performance. He was failing in a number of areas: engineering theory, algebra and flight physics to name a few, but was doing fine in others and he needed to pick up the balance or he would be dismissed from the training corps altogether. He'd argued that his talents in certain areas should be enough reason to keep him on, given that the areas he was falling down were not important to his planned Navy career anyway, but his arguments had fallen on stubborn, unyielding ears.