Legend of the Autumn Wind 2: Jade Fox by Michael Barnette
Heat Rating: Warmer--future books will have much hotter ratings.
Content Warnings: GLBT homoerotic, Happy for Now on-going series.
Haru made a serious mistake when he laughed at Ryu. Now he has to find a way to make amends.
Strong arms wrapped around him, returned the kiss with the desperation of a man clinging to a rock in a storm tossed sea. His master's mouth responded to the kiss with such hunger, such dire need, that Ryu let go of his face and wrapped his arms around his teacher.
They both rose to their knees with their bodies pressed tight, arms wrapped around one another as the pair of samurai kissed.
Ryu whimpered, wanting more.
Shimazu pulled him closer. The erection that had plagued Ryu was pressed to a muscular thigh. And there was an answering hardness pressing his belly. Their bodies in such close contact--even if it was through their clothing--sent a bonfire of heat through Ryu's entire body. Overcome with passion, he felt as if his blood had caught fire.
Cool wind whirled around them, pulled at their hair, tugged at their clothing. It eased the heat which felt as if it would fully consume his body, without cooling his desire for the magnificent man holding him.
Breathless, gasping, shaking with need, he continued the kiss with his master as Shimazu-san's tongue slipped along the seam of his lips. He let them part and felt the invasion of his master's tongue as it thrust in, pulled out, and thrust again.
He groaned at the innuendo of the tongue's motions.
Shimazu-san pushed him away, staggered to his feet and went to stand, gasping by the window.
"Yes. It's me. Th... thank you." His teacher turned, regarded him with hot violet eyes. A violet no longer tainted by the red of the demon's presence.
"It was my duty to save you." He felt the pulse of his heart beat as it throbbed through his groin, the primal rhythm of desire making him want to learn all the steps to the dance.
But he knew this wasn't the best time for such a thing to happen. Shimazu was fighting a demon, and he felt light-headed, dizzy and weak.
"You saved me that time. The demon was about to take complete control of me. I'm glad you're so brave."
Ryu shrugged. "I don't think it was particularly brave."
Shimazu's lips twisted in a wry grimace. "Don't you? I know better. Think about it Ryu. It's the magic of the demon that makes me such a good demonkiller. And with the demon in control of my body, you wouldn't have had much chance to defend yourself."
"The Wind would have protected me long enough for me to get away."
"Well I won't argue with that. I've seen it aid you, but don't rely on it in such a tight space as this room. That demon side of me is clever and dangerous."
Ryu nodded and sat back on his heels. "Wind dissipate."
Instantly the breeze died and Ryu had to brace his hands on the floor to keep himself upright.
His sensei crossed the room in a rush, an arm going around him, the solid presence of the man enfolding him in an embrace Ryu welcomed. Instead of giving any resistance he melted against the older samurai and rested his head on the man's shoulder.
Lips touched his hair, a hand caressed his back, soothed him, helped him to relax. "Do you want my help?"
Ryu thought about it. "It wouldn't be right. Not when it will only make you want me more than you do."
"After tonight, nothing can make me want you more than I do."
Ryu turned his face up to look at his master. "Do you really mean that?"
Shimazu-san nodded. "I really mean it." His lips touched Ryu's and he allowed the kiss, returning the gentle pressure that sent raw emotion to rage through his mind. A new burst of heat blazed through his groin. He moaned into Shimazu's mouth as the man's tongue found it's way inside to slip and slide in and out.
He moaned again and clung tighter to his sensei.
A hand slid along his chest, down his belly and he whimpered when it came to rest over his hard cock. The pleasure of being touched by a hand that wasn't his own almost sent him over the edge.
Shimazu pulled away, stared into his eyes, the man's violet gaze burned as if there were a bonfire behind them. He recoiled, expecting the demon.
"Will you let me do this for you?"
He lowered his head and considered it.
"I won't do anything but help you attain the release your body needs. I promise on my honor that's all I'll do."
He looked up. "You promise, but the demon--"
"You've taken care of him, Ryu." The man brushed the back of his fingers across his cheek. "I would consider it an honor if you would allow me to do this for you."
Ryu lifted his head in shock. "You would?"
Shimazu nodded, the man's expression very solemn. "I would."
Ryu thought it over, then bowed to his master. "I would consider it an honor to be given bliss by the touch of your hand."
Ryu nodded, but he couldn't meet his teacher's gaze. A deep flush colored his cheeks, making them burn.
"Promise me that you'll consider allowing me to show you more in the future."
"I..." Ryu turned away, unsure.
A hand touched his arm. "Ryu, I won't do anything you don't want. That's a promise."
He sighed. Nodded. "All right, sensei. I'll consider it."
"I want a yes or no, Ryu, not a maybe."
Ryu wanted to say no because there was no love between them. But he wanted to say yes because his desire for his sensei couldn't be denied.
"All right," it came out of him in a rush.
Hands closed on him, spun him around a mouth closed over his in a kiss that left his mind reeling, his body struggling for air.
Shimazu moved so that he was seated on the floor with his legs spread. Ryu could see the jutting rise of his sensei's cock. "Come here, let me hold you."
Ryu scooted across the floor to face the man. "Turn around and lean against my chest."
Ryu followed his teacher's instructions and sat between the man's legs. The hard rod of Shimazu-san's cock pressed to his spine, the sensation bringing another flash of heat to his own balls that spread up his cock like flame climbing the trunk of a tree.
Shimazu pulled him closer, "Lay your head back," he instructed.
Ryu did as he was told, and felt his teacher's lips lock over his as if the man sought to consume him, the passion stole his breath and left his mind dazed.
He moaned when he felt his lord's hands on his chest, shivered as they slipped beneath his kimono to touch bare skin.
The kiss came to an end, Shimazu stared into his eyes, the man's violet gaze full of emotion. "I want to teach you. I want to show you the pleasures I can give you."
"You made a promise."
"I won't do more than I promised I would. Not even if you ask me to, Ryu. But I want you to learn of love between men, I want you to know the beautiful way of samurai."
Ryu reached up, touched Shimazu-san's cheek. Brushed his thumb over the man's lips. "Then show me," he murmured.
Shimazu's mouth closed over his as the man's fingers found a nipple and pinched it lightly. Ryu moaned into his teacher's mouth, his cock twitched, aching to be touched by the hand that tugged and pulled on his nipple.