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Nov. 6th, 2008 12:34 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kat8chaHer name was Helene, and she was the daughter of the Gesso family gardener.Byakuran was fourteen when Helene lead him by the hand behind the tool shed. Helene's hand was cool, and dry, and Byakuran's hand felt both small, and too large in hers. Byakuran was beginning to grow, hitting those awkward 'colt years', and Byakuran hated feeling unsettled. Helene was a woman compared to Byakuran, she was 17 and had already been behind the tool shed with more than one boy. It was Fall, so the spot behind the shed was often deserted. She was, Byakuran thought, the perfect choice.
Helene's soft kisses had tasted like the apples, and her lips were smooth and silky against Byakuran's. "Open your mouth." She whispered. "Slip your tongue between mine." Her instructions were soft, and her eyes were large and brown and unafraid of looking straight into Byakuran's. Helene's hands were rough though, covered in calluses and smelling faintly of rosemary. They unbuttoned Byakuran's vest, then his shirt, and slipped both items off of Byakuran's shoulders. Byakuran's skin had prickled, it was still warm, but the air held a bit of a chill.
Helene took him past everything, and there on the grass Byakuran slid his penis between her slick labia. It was wet, and warm, and squish inside of her, and Byakuran bit his cheek and held still for fear of coming too soon. Helene chuckled, her breasts juggling, her inner muscles seeming to clench around Bykauran. "It's alright, young master." Helene stroked Byakuran's cheek. "You can move."
Afterwards, they did not speak, Helene was the gardener's daughter, and Byakuran was the young master. It had been sweaty, messy, and enjoyable, but both recognized in the other that there had been no strings attached to their sex.
Byakuran had liked it, but had felt like something was missing. Not a big important something, he could probably have vanilla heterosexual sex for the rest of his life, but definitely something.
It was a something that Byakuran could almost find in Phillipe. Phillipe was a student at Byakuran's school (the same Mafia Academy Xanxus Vongola had attended, and Dino Cavallone, and Superbia Squalo). Phillipe was the younger son of a rather small time mafia family with big time connections, because of these connections Phillipe thought he was better than Byakuran. Since Byakuran's first day Phillipe had been trying to prove his worth by picking on Byakuran, verbally attacking Byakuran, trying to trip Byakuran up, and once or twice even literally trying to trip Byakuran.
Byakuran twisted Phillipe's arm up higher and pushed Phillipe's face into the classroom's dirty floor. "Lick it." Byakuran ordered coldly.
Phillipe stuck out his tongue and ran it over the dirty tile.
Byakuran smiled. Phillipe didn't quite fill up that 'missing something' but he would do, for now.
Helene's soft kisses had tasted like the apples, and her lips were smooth and silky against Byakuran's. "Open your mouth." She whispered. "Slip your tongue between mine." Her instructions were soft, and her eyes were large and brown and unafraid of looking straight into Byakuran's. Helene's hands were rough though, covered in calluses and smelling faintly of rosemary. They unbuttoned Byakuran's vest, then his shirt, and slipped both items off of Byakuran's shoulders. Byakuran's skin had prickled, it was still warm, but the air held a bit of a chill.
Helene took him past everything, and there on the grass Byakuran slid his penis between her slick labia. It was wet, and warm, and squish inside of her, and Byakuran bit his cheek and held still for fear of coming too soon. Helene chuckled, her breasts juggling, her inner muscles seeming to clench around Bykauran. "It's alright, young master." Helene stroked Byakuran's cheek. "You can move."
Afterwards, they did not speak, Helene was the gardener's daughter, and Byakuran was the young master. It had been sweaty, messy, and enjoyable, but both recognized in the other that there had been no strings attached to their sex.
Byakuran had liked it, but had felt like something was missing. Not a big important something, he could probably have vanilla heterosexual sex for the rest of his life, but definitely something.
It was a something that Byakuran could almost find in Phillipe. Phillipe was a student at Byakuran's school (the same Mafia Academy Xanxus Vongola had attended, and Dino Cavallone, and Superbia Squalo). Phillipe was the younger son of a rather small time mafia family with big time connections, because of these connections Phillipe thought he was better than Byakuran. Since Byakuran's first day Phillipe had been trying to prove his worth by picking on Byakuran, verbally attacking Byakuran, trying to trip Byakuran up, and once or twice even literally trying to trip Byakuran.
Byakuran twisted Phillipe's arm up higher and pushed Phillipe's face into the classroom's dirty floor. "Lick it." Byakuran ordered coldly.
Phillipe stuck out his tongue and ran it over the dirty tile.
Byakuran smiled. Phillipe didn't quite fill up that 'missing something' but he would do, for now.
