Yohji sighed and smiling continued to work on Aya’s over coat. There were so many buttons that Aya helped with the unbuttoning of them. The work was tedious and Yohji was frustrated by the end of it, but that didn’t stop him from taking in the wonderful sight of Aya’s tone chest. Yohji’s eyes roamed over the powerful body, frowning a bit when he noticed Aya’s arousal was waning in his pants. The time it took to disrobe the Angel of Death aided in cooling off the once fiery libido. Yohji leaned toward Aya determined to rekindle the man’s passion.

Aya watched as Yohji brought himself closer to him, watched as Yohji began to undress himself as he did so, watched as the taunt tan skin came into view. Aya found him self wanting to touch that flesh, run his hand along the contours of the strong shoulder. If Yohji would hurry up and show more of that shoulder. Aya’s eyes watched the way the silken navy top finally slipped from the shoulder just as Yohji finally closed the gap between them and took his mouth in a passionate kiss. Aya sighed into the kiss, it amazed him that each searing kiss shared with Yohji would seem better than the last, not becoming familiar and boring.

Yohji slipped his top off, grateful to have his hands free. He used them immediately, reaching out and wrapping his arms around the warm body in front of him. Yohji was in awe, Aya’s lithe body was incredibly muscular and as he pulled him closer he moaned at the heat that radiated from it. Yohji brought his left hand back to the front of Aya’s chest, his fingers memorizing the muscle underneath the soft, hot flesh. His fingers continued to roam ghosting over the hardened right nipple. Yohji was pleased to feel Aya shudder against him and the gasp that fell from his lips effectively ending the kiss. Yohji still stayed close his breath disturbing the fine hairs on Aya’s cheek.

" You like that?" Yohji whispered into Aya’s ear, amusement clear in his voice. Before Aya could answer Yohji had touched the bud once more, his index finger resting on the tip. Then suddenly he had gripped it between his thumb and forefinger, squeezing it to draw a hiss from Aya then rolling it to cause another gasp. Yohji cataloged the reactions away and vowed to tantalize Aya more in that area later, but not now, he had a destination and he intended to get there.

Yohji’s hand continued it’s path downward, much too slow for Aya’s tastes. Soon however, Aya was rewarded for his patience when Yohji’s tan palm rest gently on his groin. Yohji met his gaze then, his vibrant verdant holding the attention of desire filled violet. Yohji’s slight smirk was his only warning before his hand squeezed Aya’s length. The action caused Aya to cry out some, but Yohji’s mouth was on his again, swallowing the moans and pants. Yohji applied friction then, quickening the longer he was allowed to massage Aya’s hot flesh. Aya was gasping and moaning freely now, having pulled away from the kiss to voice his pleasure. He didn’t care how wanton he looked so long as Yohji continued with his frantic rubbing and squeezing.

Yohji was enthralled by the reactions he could draw out of the red head. He watched as Aya became more flushed and felt as he became more aroused. Aya’s already thick shaft harden and twitched as Yohji continued to caress it. Yohji could feel his own erection responding to Aya’s soft sounds and he knew he wouldn’t be able to keep up this foreplay for much longer. Yohji shifted suddenly, kissing Aya hungrily while rising off the bed, then pulled his pajama bottoms off quickly before reaching over and staring on Aya’s bottoms.

Aya had realized what Yohji was doing as he rose from the bed so his own hands had when down to start to remove his pants. When Yohji went to help Aya he was pleased to find that the red head has started without him, thus Aya’s pants were already at his knees. Yohji stripped them the rest of the way off and in one swift movement had positioned himself on the bed so that Aya was straddled on top of him so not to harm his raven wings.

Aya was always beautiful, but now, nude with his flushed, sweat-kissed skin shimmering in the moonlight, he was glorious. His braid had fallen to the front of his body and as he looked down to take in the sight of Yohji beneath him, the silky locks pooled on the blond man’s taunt tan stomach. Aya watched as Yohji reached up and began to gently undo his braid, the hair so soft that once the band keeping it together was removed the braid began to unravel on its own. Yohji watched in amazement, he didn’t think it was possible for Aya to look anymore beautiful, but he was wrong. Once the auburn locks were released they gracefully framed Aya’s face, intensifying the vibrancy of his amethyst eyes, the moonlight shone over the glossy strands making him appear fiery and powerful. Yohji’s cock pulsed.

Yohji reached out finding the night stand in the semi-darkness and grabbing what he needed he quickly prepared his three fingers. He looked up at Aya and the man understood, leaning forward he placed his body over Yohji’s their chest touching. Yohji then slowly placed his palms flat on Aya’s buttocks squeezing the cheeks before spreading them. His coated finger rubbed around the puckered opening, his breath harsh in Aya’s ear as he forced himself to stay calm and be slow about this. Gently he entered, pushing past the ring of muscle. Aya’s wings fluttered. Yohji began to work his finger in and out moaning as the heated inner muscles clenched around the digit. When he thought Aya was loosened some he withdrew only to enter again with two fingers. Aya hissed at the sensation, closing his eyes to concentrate on the feeling of being fingered by the skilled blond. Soon it was three fingers and Aya was moaning again his hips involuntarily rocking with each thrust.

Yohji whispered seductively, " I need you..."

" Yes," Aya’s answer was breathy, " Now."

Yohji hardened some at hearing Aya’s demand. He pushed Aya up so that he could see the man’s torso and panting with anticipation lifted the pale man so he could get to his knees. Once knelling above the blond Aya positioned himself and in one quick movement had settled Yohji fully within.

Yohji cried out then holding his weight on his elbows whispered harshly, " Shit Aya! You could’ve hurt yourself!" Aya’s response was a smirk and slight movement of his hips. Yohji moaned and lowering himself to his back he gripped the angel’s hips and began to meet Aya’s subtle movements. They didn’t stay subtle for long, Yohji was slowly losing control the heat and tightness massaging his cock was overwhelming, he had never felt something so all consuming and wonderful. The pace quickened and Aya, with his head down, waist length hair flowing about them both, panted and moaned, his great wings feeling hot and vibrating as a reaction to the intense pleasure. Yohji’s hands began to roam, finding Aya’s sensitive nipples once more. Aya groaned long and seductively as Yohji began to torment him, brushing the erect buds lightly. Aya quickened his pace still, riding Yohji harder and faster, responding to the electric shocks that was coursing through his body each time his lover stroked his chest.

" Yohji," Aya looked down into the emerald eyes and that was his only warning. Yohji felt Aya’s inner muscles contract forcefully seconds before Aya threw his head back and rode his climax. His soft crimson hair flying about, enveloping his body erotically and every muscle in his body strained and glowing as the moonlight caressed him. His great glossy raven wings unfurled, stretching out divinely. Yohji look up stunned momentarily by the amazing beauty of it all. Suddenly, Yohji felt the waves of his own orgasm overtake him as Aya’s inner walls massaged and milked his seed from him. Yohji forced his eyes to remain open watching as they came together and powerfully, their body seeming to meld to the point that Yohji could feel Aya’s orgasm mingling with his own. He gripped Aya’s arms trying to stay grounded as he could no longer hold his eyes opened. He gritted his teeth and pumped into the lithe angel as warm pleasure and intense shocks of ecstasy washed over his body. So consumed was he that he haded realized that he drifted straight from climax into slumber.

Morning came much too soon. The stars and moon had disappeared, camouflaged by the sun’s rays. With morning the magic of a night spent in the heat of passion was gone. Yohji blinked, squinting at the light. His eyes looked even more like precious gemstones now. He looked over and frowned, the passion wasn’t the only thing gone. Aya was still sleeping his back to him, his steady breathing was the only sound in the room. Yohji reached out a hand and touched his lover. Stars were gone. The moon and the hot passion. The morning took many things away as it rays reached out to warm the earth. Yohji pressed harder on Aya’s back, his palm flat. Stars, moon, passion, and raven wings.