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Steam Room	By : leviathen Category: +G through L > King of Fighters Views: 2553 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Kyo really hadn’t known that Iori looked so good under all those clothes, and the sheen of sweat from the steam was like a magnet for his eyes. He couldn’t stop looking.
It was kind of like a game-- Kyo would wait until Iori had his eyes closed before he would allow his gaze to settle and drift over some part of the other man’s body. Sometimes it’d be Iori’s shoulders-- Iori had gorgeous shoulders, although why they interested Kyo, he couldn’t say. He’d never been into men. He knew they were well-defined, muscular and broad without looking overdone.
Or he’d stare at Iori’s abs, which weren’t quite as seductive as his shoulders but still hot. Or sometimes his legs, which looked more or less like everyone else’s legs except that they were attached to Iori, which suddenly made them worthy of attention.
His eyes snapped down to the floor when Iori shifted. The older man squirmed a little on the bench, letting his head fall back against the wall with a groan. He didn’t open his eyes.
Kyo’s eyes wandered down Iori’s abs again, stopping at the white towel wrapped around the other’s waist. He wondered what Iori might look like without the towel, then realized what he was doing and blushed. He shouldn’t want to know what was behind that towel, but he did.
Iori shifted again, spreading his legs a little and sighing. Kyo swallowed, wishing that damn towel was just gone already so he could stop imagining what Iori looked like under there.
He tried to think of something else-- something that wouldn’t give him an erection, because he had one now that was rather difficult to hide, not to mention embarrassing. And he couldn’t get it to go away because he couldn’t stop thinking about Iori’s naughty bits.
Unfortunately for him, Iori caught him doing it.
Iori’s eyes were half closed, and he smirked as he watched Kyo’s face. Kyo felt his face heat up again-- how mortifying was it to be caught eyeing your worst enemy’s crotch in a sauna, of all places?
“See anything you like?” Iori asked quietly, grinning at Kyo’s blush.
Kyo’s eyes widened; he was surprised that Iori wasn’t going to murder him for this. But since he had permission of a sort, he watched as Iori’s hand traced over his sweat-shiny chest, flicking over his own nipple before continuing its path downward.
To Kyo’s disappointment, Iori’s hand paused just over the towel, middle finger running lightly over his stomach. He closed his eyes and moaned, arching into his hand, then glanced over at Kyo. “You want to?” he purred.
Kyo only had to think about it for a couple of seconds before he nodded, glancing back up at Iori’s face. Iori chuckled, sliding down the bench to where Kyo was sitting and cupping Kyo’s face in his hand.
But it was Kyo who moved first, leaning forward just a few inches and pressing his lips against Iori’s. He kissed Iori once, and pulled back to take a breath when Iori responded, tilting Kyo’s face up and licking his lips apart. Kyo responded eagerly, flicking his tongue against Iori’s to learn the older man’s taste and finding that he liked it. He’d never kissed another man before; he hadn’t really thought about it, until he started looking at Iori like this, but he was enjoying it.
Iori pulled back with a gasp, bending to kiss away the little trail of saliva from Kyo’s lips. “Have you done this with a man before?” he asked, sliding his hand from Kyo’s chin to his shoulder, then down his arm.
“Not with a man.”
There was a bottle of (conveniently placed) oil on Kyo’s other side-- to soothe sore muscles, so the label said-- and Iori smirked and reached over him for that. Kyo closed his eyes; apparently this meant that Iori was going to fuck him hard and fast and then it’d be over.
His eyes opened in surprise when Iori’s hand touched his shoulder instead. The redhead wasn’t looking at him, but concentrating on rubbing the oil over Kyo’s shoulders and down his arms. It smelled a little like peppermint, and Kyo glanced up at Iori’s face.
“You have to be relaxed,” Iori said without looking up.
Regardless of how clinical the older man sounded, he wasn’t making it easy on Kyo at all. Every time Kyo’s breath hitched or he squirmed into Iori’s fingers, Iori would smirk and pay special attention to that spot, sometimes even bending to kiss, lick, or nibble. Apparently, the peppermint scented oil didn’t taste too bad, either, since Iori kept licking it off.
Then Kyo realized that rubbing oil into his lover was a good excuse to have his hands all over Iori’s body, and he reached for the bottle. He started lower, tracing slick fingers over Iori’s abs, but the effect was the same either way. Iori jerked, gasping, and when Kyo grinned impishly, he leaned forward to kiss the younger man.
After that, the bottle of oil stayed carefully between them, and they focused on finding all the sensitive spots on each others’ bodies. And then Iori reached to pull the towel off of Kyo’s waist, and then his own.
He pulled Kyo over so the younger man was straddling his lap, holding his shoulders for support. Kyo thought that this would be it, and he mentally braced himself, but Iori only dumped more oil on his hands and rubbed it into Kyo’s thighs, ignoring for the most part the erection rubbing against his own.
Iori leaned forward to kiss him again, all the while rubbing the oil over Kyo’s lower stomach. Kyo moaned into the kiss. He had no idea that area was so sensitive. And suddenly, without Iori even touching his cock, he was shaking-- what, did this man have the patience of a saint or something? Why weren’t they fucking yet? Iori was hard enough that it looked like it might hurt, and he wasn’t making any signs at all that he even wanted to go on.
Kyo groaned, reaching forward to wrap both cocks in his fist and pump slowly. Iori gasped, eyes squeezing shut and his hips snapping forward, and Kyo felt oddly proud of that.
“Impatient,” Iori chided, resting his forehead against Kyo’s and reaching for the oil again. Kyo was so caught up in the feeling of his hand wrapped around both of them, and Iori’s penis against his own that he didn’t pay attention to anything else until Iori had slipped one finger inside him.
It felt strange, and Kyo wasn’t too sure he liked it. He didn’t see where it was so pleasurable-- he’d watched movies, of course, and the man on the bottom always acted like it felt so good. This was just… weird.
“It’ll get better,” Iori promised, pressing light kisses against Kyo’s neck.
At the second finger, it started to hurt a little. Kyo tensed instinctively, because while he was used to pain, this was something entirely different. Iori’s free hand danced over his leg and wrapped around his balls, and Kyo moaned and focused on that instead. Iori rolled the sensitive globes around in his hand, tickling a little with his thumb and when Kyo got used to it, the younger man pressed back onto his fingers instinctively and the second slipped in alongside the first.
Kyo held very still while Iori’s fingers moved, feeling a little like he was being stretched apart. It still didn’t feel great, not until Iori’s finger brushed against something inside of him that made him see stars. Suddenly everything felt oversensitive, and he pushed back against Iori’s fingers, desperate to feel that again.
He wasn’t aware that he’d made any kind of noise until it was halfway over, and Iori was adding one more finger to the two already in him. Kyo forced himself to stay relaxed, and it didn’t hurt so much this time. In fact his rival’s fingers didn’t seem like enough, and Kyo whined as he pressed back against them, wanting to feel as full as possible even if it was a little strange.
“You sound like a whore,” Iori murmured against his lips, tracing patterns on the roof of Kyo’s mouth with his tongue. “Begging for my cock.”
Kyo wanted to say something, but all that came out was a moan, and he leaned against Iori’s oil-slick chest so he could use his legs to press his ass into Iori’s fingers.
But the fingers went away. Kyo whimpered at the loss, feeling strangely empty now. “Please, Iori,” he murmured. He felt a little like the whore Iori was teasing him about as he said it, but he didn’t care. He was close to coming, but he didn’t want to do it just by touching himself, so he let go of both cocks and wrapped both his arms around Iori’s neck. “Please.”
Iori cupped his ass in both hands, urging Kyo to stand on his knees; then he reached for his cock with one hand, positioning it carefully at Kyo’s entrance and slowly nudging the other man down onto his lap.
It hurt a little, even with Iori’s careful preparation-- his cock was quite a bit longer than his fingers, after all, and a little bigger-- but Kyo kept going, remembering that he’d asked for this and hoping that it’d feel better after he got used to it. Then Iori was fully buried inside him, rubbing his back soothingly to help him stay relaxed.
Kyo leaned forward to kiss Iori again, careful not to move too much because he might come apart if he did. Iori kissed him slowly, patiently waiting while the burn disappeared into a deep ache and Kyo couldn’t hold still anymore.
He only moved a little bit, but it felt good and Iori moaned too, letting him go to hold onto the bench, changing the angle a bit so he could press his hips up as Kyo moved down, and they met in the middle and oh God Kyo wanted to scream.
He might have, because then Iori’s cock hit that spot again, and he slumped against Iori’s chest since he couldn’t lean backwards. He started moving faster of his own accord, but Iori matched his pace easily.
Kyo felt like he couldn’t hold on much longer, and he carefully reached between them to stroke himself. The angle made him a little curious and if he moved his fingers back just a little further, he could feel Iori’s cock moving. Iori moaned, long and low, so Kyo just went back to touching himself because with Iori moaning like that he couldn’t help it. And then he was coming, muffling his scream by burying his face in the junction of Iori’s shoulder and neck, hips jerking out of control.
He could feel his own body squeezing Iori’s cock, and then Iori groaned and his arms wrapped around Kyo as he followed, pressing Kyo down on him as far as he could go.
Kyo panted, trying to catch his breath, but the steam in the room made it hard to take a full breath, and it was making him sleepy on top of that. To his surprise Iori didn’t push him away immediately, but let him catch his breath and let him stay lying against his chest until he started to squirm uncomfortably.
They cleaned off and dressed in silence, oil still shiny on their skin. And then it hit Kyo that people were going to talk, because here were two grown men coming from a sauna where they’d obviously been wearing nothing but towels, covered in oil. That couldn’t look innocent at all.
“Don’t worry, Kyo,” Iori said with a smirk. “They were talking before we even came in here.”
“What?” Kyo asked, completely shocked. He knew they weren’t acting like they were about to--
“Why do you think two men do in a sauna, anyway?” he asked, and then he laughed at the horrified look on Kyo’s face.
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