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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      弱虫ペダル_|_Yowamushi_Pedal
  Relationship:
      Arakita_Yasutomo/Manami_Sangaku
  Character:
      Manami_Sangaku, Arakita_Yasutomo
  Additional Tags:
      Anal_Sex, Anal_Fingering, First_Time, Plot_What_Plot/Porn_Without_Plot,
      Light_Masochism, Biting, Orgasm_Delay/Denial, I_Can't_Believe_I_Wrote
      This, I_DONT_EVEN_REALLY_SHIP_THIS_WTF, Unsafe_Sex, No_Lube, Painplay
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-11-21 Words: 1873
****** Regrets? ******
by dame_ningen
Summary
     Manami knows what he wants and the fortunate coincidence of school
     festivals and maid uniforms might just solve his problem on how to
     get it.
Notes
     THE ALTERNATIVE TITLE IS 1880 WORDS OF PWP OMG
     To be honest I don't even know, but i personally blame the drama CD.
     please don't look at me I know I'm trash...
     I HOPE YOU ENJOY THIS SORRY ATTEMPT TO SOME SMUT!!
See the end of the work for more notes
Manami lived for pain. Or to be more precise; pain was what made Manami feel
alive. When he first encountered the lovely feeling of pain as a child he fell
in love with it and with time it became more and more addicting, to the point
where he felt empty without it. He started craving it so much he could no
longer help himself to relief and that left him in his current situation. He
early discovered the absolute pleasure that came from sex, anal sex, the pain
and burning sensations bringing him to a new point of satisfaction, but toying
with himself always left him with a certain security he did not desire; he
wanted to be destroyed in ways he himself was not capable of and today he
thought he might have found his salvation.
Even though most people would describe him as brooding Manami Sangaku liked to
consider himself pretty sharp and he always noticed the looks that people in
his surroundings gave him. Today those looks had been especially many and
Manami was pretty sure it was an effect of the frilly apron and black maid
dress he was currently wearing, at first reluctantly. However one pair of eyes
had watched him with unusual intensity and they just happened to belong to
another man in the exact same outfit, a man Manami himself had kept his eyes on
for a long time.
Arakita Yasutomo’s wild temper and violent tendencies was what had caught
Manami’s interest, pretty much as soon as he became a member of the bicycle
club. Of course he didn’t expect anything to actually happen (Though many
fantasies of said happenings had been very helpful indeed), but where he was
now; waiting in the locker room, apron discarded, dress pushed halfway down his
chest and no longer wearing anything underneath it, he had a feeling something
actually might.
The door suddenly opens and Arakita walks in, announcing his entry with a loud
and irritated voice.“Fuku-chan, are you in here? That Manami kid said you
wanted to talk to me after I finished changing but can’t it wait until
tomorrow, I need to go buy Bepsi before it sells ou-“
His voice dies out as he turns around and sees Manami standing only a meter and
a half away from him, half naked and with an unreadable expression on his
face.“I’m sorry, Arakita-san, but if you don’t mind I would like you to stay a
bit longer.”
Arakita stares at Manami’s bare chest, pink nipples hard in the cold room, and
Manami feels his courage grow as he takes two steps towards the other boy,
making them stand basically face to face. He leans forward and whispers as
seductively as he can into the others ear:
“I might not be as tasty as Bepsi but if you’d like to you can take a bite.”
He hears Arakita’s sharp inhale next to his ear and that is the only warning he
gets before he feels himself being pushed backwards, landing somewhat dazed
with his back on the locker room sofa and Arakita’s body hovering above him.
Finally.
Manami feels his body heating up as Arakita quickly pulls him out of the maid
dress and hungrily starts sucking hard on the skin around his nipples and his
collarbones. Manami pushes Arakita’s simple T-shirt up his tanned abs and chest
and Arakita sits up for a moment to throw it away before returning to Manami’s
nipples, this time nipping and biting.
Arakita’s sharp teeth feels like heaven against his chest and even more so as
his mouth travels downwards, leaving a trail of blushing bite marks all over
his fair skin. "Arakita-san, harder. Please bite me harder," Manami begs
between short inhales, feeling a hot breath over his lower abdomen.
"Don't you tell me what to do you brat," Arakita exclaims, probably
instinctively, but the nails gracing Manami’s hips digs in deeper, leaving the
boy shuddering and gasping for air. The pain is sweet, deliriously so, and
Manami feels himself growing larger by the second. He still wants more, the
pain he sought is within grasp.
"Arakita-san, I want you, inside-"
Manami didn't even care that he sounded needy, after all that was exactly what
he was and he was sure his pushy behaviour would make Arakita..
"I told you already, don't fucking boss me around," his senpai retorts and
violently shoves his long and index finger into Manami’s mouth, rendering him
unable to speak, instead he starts sucking, swirling his tongue around them.
Manami squirms under Arakita, lying completely naked and hard on the sofa, his
knee accidentally brushing against Arakita’s still clothed cock. This light
touch makes the boy above him let out a strained groan and he thrusts lightly
into the touch, growing hotter against Manami’s bended knee. For a moment he is
completely lost in the sensation, however the feeling of Manami’s chuckle
against his wet fingers brings him back to his senses and with an embarrassed
blush on his cheeks he grits his teeth and shoves the fingers deeper down the
boys throat.
Manami feels his gag reflex almost kick in but holds it back, tears forming in
his eyes and precum starting to leak from his cock, onto his bruising stomach.
He needs more but since he can’t form words he spreads his legs as much as he
can, moving one hand from his side to the bulge in Arakita’s pants and the
other to his own hole, circling it slowly. Arakita seems to get the idea and
quickly removes his fingers from Manami’s swollen mouth. Manami watches his
senpais face as he looks over the pale boys naked body. The fire in Arakita’s
eyes is that of pure desire, an unstoppable and untameable beast, and Manami
knows that he will bless him with the pain he so much needs.
One of Arakita’s wet fingers then enters his hole and all his current thoughts
come to an end. It burns a bit but not enough and a whisper leaves his mouth.
"The other one.."
Arakita clicks his tongue irritatedly and gives him an angry look. "Shut up you
needy little shit."
As he utters the last word, however, his second finger follows suit and he
pushes them both into Manami as hard and far as he can.
Manami’s mouth falls open and a silent scream leaves it as pleasure flows
through him. Arakita keeps pushing into him at a fast pace, scissoring and
bending his fingers, opening Manami’s hole more and more. Manami starts
matching his pace, thrusting back on the fingers while panting and basking in
the painfully burning sensation. Fighting the pleasure Manami brings himself
together and fumblingly unbuttons and unzips Arakita’s pants, making them sack
down his legs and reveal the ever so evident tent in his boxers.
"Arakita-sa-. . now," Manami moans as he slips his hand inside the boxers and
firmly grabs Arakita’s hard and leaking cock in his hand, spreading precum over
it slowly. The older boy doesn't even retort just growls hotly in his throat
and pulls out of Manami’s hole, which remains completely open. He then pushes
his boxers and pants down below his knees and positions himself between
Manami’s legs.
Manami stares longingly at Arakita’s member; it's quite a lot bigger than his
own with thick veins contouring it and just the thought of it inside him almost
takes him over the edge. The head nudges against Manami’s hole but doesn't push
in, instead Arakita leans forward and grabs Manami’s wrists with his left hand
and holds them above his head. While balancing himself up with his right arm
Arakita slowly pushes into Manami’s heat until the head is completely swallowed
by it.
Manami can no longer contain his loud moans and pants while writhing under
Arakita, his arms completely locked by Arakita’s grip. The confinement and his
powerlessness turns him on even more and when Arakita starts pounding into him
as ruthlessly as before he knows for sure that he won’t last much longer. He
clings onto Arakita’s hips with both legs, taking him in as deeply as possible.
“Arakita-sa. . I can’t . . soon.”
Manami’s words are broken but they reach Arakita’s ears and he responds by
moving his right hand from the sofa to the base of Manami’s cock and grip onto
it firmly, the hand around Manami’s wrist holding on harder to keep balance and
nails digging into the younger boys skin.
“Don’t you even dare think about coming before I let you, who do you think you
are Ey!?”
Unable to come the pressure in Manami’s lower area grows painfully intense and
he can only close his eyes, try to slow down his erratic breathing and hold
onto Arakita with his legs for dear life as the sensations all over his body
seemingly tries to drown him in pleasure. Arakita’s pace also changed, going
from fast to frantic, pushing deep into Manami’s tight asshole and pushing
himself closer to the edge.
“. .F-fuck”
The only word that manages to leave his mouth before he feels a familiar
feeling of ecstasy take over his body and he leans down onto Manami’s
collarbone, biting down hard as he comes inside him. As Arakita’s orgasm comes
his grip around Manami’s cock loosens and the feeling of sticky, hot, cum deep
inside him together with the sensation of blood drawn from where Arakita bites
him makes him come as well, back arching and loudly moaning.
When Manami finally returns to his senses Arakita has already let go of his
wrists and is sitting up, still surrounded by Manami’s now shaky legs.
Arakita’s chest is covered in Manami’s thick cum and it seems that some was
shot all the way to his chin, giving the otherwise so angry looking face a much
less intimidating appearance and Manami can’t help but to chuckle.
“Goatees sure suits you, Arakita-san.”
“HAH!? What are you talking abou-“
The confused and irritated look on Arakita’s face instead became one of
embarrassment and dread as he strokes his chin with his hand and Manami’s smile
grows wider.
“I can give you another one whenever you want, senpai,” he says, smile both
mischievous and earnest and the flustered Arakita completely lost it.
“YOU COCKY LITTLE SHIT WHAT ARE YOU EVE –. . .“
As the usual short tempered Arakita Yasutomo returned before him and started
rambling Manami spaced out and thought about what would happen hereafter; how
Arakita soon would have to pull out and how his cum would start running down
his legs, maybe he would help Manami clean himself, or maybe he would simply
leave him there, maybe he would have a hard time biking all the way home, maybe
the pain that followed the afterglow would make morning practice tomorrow even
more hellish and maybe Arakita would ignore him or look at him weirdly…
But maybe they could do this again.
That one thought reached his mind and resonated, making him smile widely again,
Arakita still debating loudly above him, and he decided that he could think
about all the tiring stuff later. Maybe some things would change or maybe they
wouldn’t, but if they did he was sure it would be for the better.
End Notes
     ALWAYS USE LUBE AND CONDOMS PEOPLE
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