I don't know what's gotten into me, but here's some final PWP I thought you might be interested in - the lost lemon of the previous chapter.

Enjoy~

Chapter 11: The Afterwards

Not Another One!

"That," Kirishima said, leaning against the door after it had finally closed, "was the hardest fifteen minutes I ever had to endure. And I mean that in every sense of the word."

Yokozawa raised an eyebrow, feigning ignorance. "Care to elaborate? Got an itch or what?" He attempted to joke. "Just- mmh!"

Standing in the middle of the entrance, Kirishima suddenly turned and crashed their mouths together. His teeth captured Yokozawa's bottom lip, the hot tongue swiftly demanding entrance, before Kirishima deemed it a waste of time and his tongue pushed through Yokozawa's lips, forcing its way inside. Out of reflex Yokozawa opened his mouth, allowing Kirishima full access of which the editor made good use.

"…ngh…!"

After what seemed to be forever, Kirishima pulled back to give them both the chance to breathe. Yokozawa panted, trying to get enough air in his lungs.

"What... haah … what's the matter with you, jumping me all of a sudden-" he started to question, but Kirishima interrupted him.

"You even dare to ask?! If I've got an itch?! That's the best you can come up with? " He grabbed Yokozawa by the arm and pulled him after him. "Well, damn right you are!"

Coming to a halt when they reached the living room, Kirishima started messily pulling at his shirt, the buttons apparently taking too long, and he therefore switched to quickly unbuckling Yokozawa's belt.

"After you said that earlier you really expect me to stay calm? Being that seductive should be a crime, fuck, I thought I'd go insane!"

"Well, apparently, you have! I know what I said, but could you just calm down for a second and-" He caught Kirishima's hand that had slipped under his dress shirt, riding up the fabric and was first palming his stomach, then moving upwards and roaming Yokozawa's chest, brushing over his nipples. But the editor simply wriggled out of his grasp, his hands finding their way to Yokozawa's ass and squeezing. "Stop with the groping, already! I promised, didn't I, so just wait a fucking minute!"

"I can't wait anymore." Kirishima kissed him once more. Hard and urgent. "For you to actually tell me that and that I could do what I wanted - What on earth happened?"

Yokozawa had to quickly think about this, he also didn't know. He'd said it in the spur of the moment. Maybe he, too, had been craving the other more than he'd liked to admit. Not that he'd tell Kirishima this.

"Consider it an early birthday present."

"Damn," Kirishima pawed his chest through the crisp, white shirt, "did I mention how fucking hot you look right now? With that tie and everything?"

Even though once at home, Yokozawa usually changed from the suit his position in sales required, into a more casual outfit, today, because of the party, he still wore his work attire - a dark suit, dress shirt and tie, as it looked more festive than simply jeans and a normal shirt.

"When you talk like that it makes you sound like some horny teenager. This is literally what I wear to work every day," Yokozawa said. "Just in case you having noticed yet," he added in a sarcastic tone, looking to the side. Somehow Kirishima's hungry gaze made him weirdly conscious of the others presence and... his own desire.

Kirishima put a finger under his chin, tilting up Yokozawa's head and turning back his face, making him look at the editor, then trailing the finger down the navy striped tie, and Kirishima's fingernail scraping over Yokozawa's chest caused him to involuntarily shiver at the contact.

"Believe me, I know. Still can't see why you always refuse to do it at the office, though. It's a daily struggle to hold myself back and not to do this, every time I see you."

Kirishima closed his fingers around the tie and with a firm grip pulled Yokozawa towards him. Crushed their mouths together and kissed him again, hard, tongue meeting tongue. He swept Yokozawa's mouth, threateningly close to taking full control of the kiss. Snapping out of his temporary stupor, Yokozawa reciprocated by pressing his lips forward and letting his tongue slide against Kirishima's in a desperate attempt to keep up. The editor eagerly embraced him, deepening the kiss even further, creating more of this maddening, arousing friction.

Their breaths were mingling and Yokozawa felt as if the kiss sapping his strength. Kirishima was just too good at this and he noticed his heart beating faster, picking up pace while his knees grew weaker, making him all wobbly on his legs. Sensing his instability, Kirishima guided him backwards until he suddenly felt the touch of the couch at the back of his knees.

Their chests closely pressed together, Kirishima continued exploring his mouth, just when his knees finally gave out, he fell on his back onto the soft surface, Kirishima following suit and positioning himself on top of Yokozawa. His usually clumsy fingers showed uncharacteristic precision as he set out to attempt and unbutton Yokozawa's shirt once again. He had Yokozawa divested of the - in his opinion unnecessary - piece of clothing faster as that the salesman's grey eyes could follow his movements.

Shirt taken care of, Kirishima slipped a finger into the knot of Yokozawa's dark tie, pulling upwards and letting the smooth fabric come undone like pulling loose the ribbon of a long-awaited Christmas present.

"Y'know, I used to hate ties, they give off this horribly stiff and formal feeling... But now, I love the sound of silk rustling and sliding through my fingers when the knot comes off."

"The tie's got nothing to do with it, it's more because you have this weird kink of undressing me," Yokozawa deadpanned, though he didn't get the chance to further elaborate his point.

"Oh, you think? Well, you might just be right about that~" Kirishima said. "But then it's partly your fault for being so undressable."

"Don't go round inventing strange words that fit your liking," Yokozawa protested, but Kirishima wasn't wasting any more time and pressed his lips once more to Yokozawa's, successfully shutting the salesman up, before he continued nipping along Yokozawa's jaw and throat, down to his neck and - "Oww! The fuck?! Don't bite me, you bastard!"

The editor's sharp teeth had sunk into the exposed skin just above his collarbone. The quick bite didn't draw blood but was enough to irritate Yokozawa. But what irritated him the most was that he also felt something else, something disconcerting, besides the sting. Arousal.

Kirishima laughed a short, raspy laugh. "You've gotta admit, it's kind of a turn-on." He trailed his mouth over Yokozawa's chest, teeth scraping teasingly over Yokozawa's nipples. "I can see, you're all excited~"

"Just who is- …I'm not- " Unable to deny it, Yokozawa clasped his mouth shut and the editor continued working downwards Yokozawa's stomach, kissing and sucking on patches of skin along the way. His warm hands were running down Yokozawa's sides and everywhere Kirishima touched his skin it felt hot and burning as if being aflame.

Yokozawa gasped when the editor reached the thin black trail of hair beneath his navel, disappearing under the hem of Yokozawa's boxer shorts. Kirishima's skilled hands didn't stop, instead gliding further down his hips, slipping underneath the cotton fabric and with a smooth move pulled down his pants along with his underwear, leaving Yokozawa completely bare if not for the remnants of his dress shirt.

"What... are you doing?!" Though he didn't really need to ask. With Kirishima's face between his legs, feeling his hot breath streaming over his loins, it was pretty clear to him what the editor was about to do. Kirishima had started nipping along his inner thigh and was now moving closer and closer to Yokozawa's crotch. "N-No, don't... You don't have to..."

Yokozawa tried to sit up before it was too late, but Kirishima swiftly pushed him down again.

"You said I could do whatever I want. So just be a good boy and let me do this," he commanded, settling in comfortably between Yokozawa's long legs.

He inhaled sharply when he felt Kirishima's hot tongue making contact, touching his already erected cock and tantalising him by slowly running it along the shaft from base to tip. Kirishima teasingly rubbed over the tip, sucking on it for a short moment. Not enough to satisfy Yokozawa, just enough to make him painfully aware of his growing need. A sudden heat spread across the swollen tender flesh as Kirishima took him in whole, the surrounding wetness engulfing him.

"Ngh... Don't..."

Contrary to Yokozawa's words, his hips involuntarily bucked upwards, demanding more of the slick, warm embrace the cavern of Kirishima's mouth provided. It was too much. Too overwhelming. Too fucking good. Everything before his eyes started to become blurry. He buried his hands in Kirishima's soft hair, pressing his eyes shut and fighting back a desperate, embarrassing moan that threatened to escape.

"Get off... I can't... anymore..." His breathing was strained and his grip tightened, as he tried to somehow get Kirishima to let go.

"Then don't. Stop holding back already. It's okay, just come."

"Haah... I'm gonna-!"

His back arched and he held on to the golden locks as he found his release coming hard down Kirishima's throat, grateful for the height of pleasure drowning out the embarrassing sounds he made.

Slowly coming back to his senses, Yokozawa blinked a few times to shoo away the haze that had spread across his vision. When the dizziness of his climax began to fade, he saw Kirishima sitting up and licking his lips. He had stripped off his own shirt, pants hanging open as he stared down on his panting lover. When saw Yokozawa had opened his eyes, he leaned down as if to close in for another kiss.

Scrunching up his face, Yokozawa turned his head away. "Ugh… Don't kiss me now, that's gross. I don't particularly relish tasting myself."

"Hey, I just sucked you off - What am I supposed to say?" Kirishima laughed, amused by Yokozawa's words. He looked around, his eyes obviously searching for something. "Ah fuck, we don't have any lubricant here..."

"Only noticed that now? That's because you couldn't wait another damn minute and just started stuff!"

Kirishima contemplated whether or not he should go and fetch some from the bedroom, but at the sight of Yokozawa splayed out in front of him, cheeks flushed and panting, he quickly dismissed the thought.

"This should do, too." He held two fingers in front of Yokozawa's face. "Here."

Yokozawa looked at him, puzzled. "What do you- mnnh!"

He'd pushed his fingers into Yokozawa's mouth, quickly sweeping around. A thin string of saliva trailed behind when Kirishima pulled them out again.

"A little warning would have been nice…" Yokozawa glared at him. Seconds later he felt a slicked-up finger prodding at his entrance before carefully slipping inside. "Hnn…"

Kirishima curled up his finger, slowly starting to prepare and work him open. Rubbing at the walls inside and making Yokozawa inhale sharply until he thought the muscle was relaxed enough to add another one. This time reaching even deeper, just barely scraping past the bundle of nerves deep in.

"I think I can get three fingers in now." He spread them apart, noticing how Yokozawa clenched around him. "So tight... Are you okay? You're really wet but-"

The tone of Kirishima's voice hinted at an underlying worry. Maybe he did have a bit of a bad conscience for going off half-cocked. After all, he did not want to hurt his lover. To his grand surprise, Yokozawa shut him up by lifting his head and pressing his lips against Kirishima's. Quick, determined, and reassuring. They'd already gone this far, there was no stopping now. They were in this together.

"Quite the fuckin' commentary and just do it! I'm fine," Yokozawa growled when he pulled away.

"Suit yourself," Kirishima shrugged, indicating comprehension. "Don't blame me in the end."

Then he shoved up Yokozawa's legs, spreading them even further apart. The angle was hard on Yokozawa's joints and he wriggled on the couch to compensate with the unnatural form of pressure. Kirishima seemed to take this as an invitation. In one smooth, fluent motion he joined their hips, his hot cock pushing deep inside.

"Ah!" Yokozawa gasped at the feeling of being filled to the brim. "... Fuck... hngh... " He grit his teeth, trying to get accustomed to the sudden intrusion.

Kirishima started to move, propped up on his hands he hovered over Yokozawa. The thrusts started out calm and controlled, then turned into something more forceful and demanding. Soon they fell into a rhythm of pulling out halfway and thrusting back in. Every time he scraped against Yokozawa's insides, Yokozawa noticed a hoarse moan forming in the back of his throat and threatening to seep out.

"Nghh... Haah…"

"Yokozawa..."

Kirishima calling his name with his deep, raspy voice while drilling into him was driving him mad. His whole body was trembling and burning simultaneously everywhere Kirishima touched him.

He buried his face it in the crook of his arm. Blocking out the sight of himself writhing beneath Kirishima. Finding pleasure in getting fucked senseless. How could Kirishima be so good at this?! Making him drown in this shameful feeling? Causing him to bite back moans and tremble with arousal?

"Don't hide your face. I want to see you," Kirishima pried his arm away, forcing him to meet the hazel eyes with his own, clouded grey ones. Kirishima looked right into him, into his very core. "All of you."

At the same time the powerful thrusts continued, messing him up even more. He didn't find the strength anymore to lift his hips and keep up with the rhythm of Kirishima's thrusts. He was being swept away. Losing his footing and being completely at the mercy of Kirishima.

A particularly precise thrust, hitting him spot on, breached the addled mess his mind had become, and allowed his voice to escape.

"Ah…! Kirishima… sa..n...!"

"No. My name…. say my name." Kirishima's voice sounded treacherously strained. The editor too, was close to reaching his climax.

His pleasure clouded mind in no state to object, Yokozawa complied, hearing his own voice over the loud thumping of his heart and blood rushing in his ears.

"Z-Zen…! "

"Good… I want you to think of nothing else. No one else but me, Takafumi!"

The pace of Kirishima's thrusts picked up once more, now an outright desperate urgency in his moves. Driving in deeper, harder, until the last thrust finally pushed Yokozawa over the brink. Hitting him like a blinding flash of light, his second climax rolled over him. Riding out the wave of pleasure he felt Kirishima climaxing right after him and a burning heat spread through his insides. Completely spent, Kirishima collapsed on top of him. His body pressed flushed against Yokozawa's.

For a few moments, they simply shared the following, all-consuming silence. The post-coital tranquillity was only breached by their joined deep breathing. The physical and emotional height was bearing down on them as they lay close, taking in the other's presence in what was probably one of the most intimate ways possible.

When the numbing feeling slowly ebbed away, Yokozawa noticed something else too, was weighing on his chest.

"… You're heavy," he informed Kirishima, nudging him to underline his point.

"Um, yeah? I'm over one eighty, what'd you expect?" Kirishima's chuckle reverberated in his chest.

Kirishima's heart was calming down from the staccato sounds it had made to a deep, even drumming. Yokozawa could feel it clearly. Just like the still hot, slick skin pressed upon Yokozawa's own. A different kind of heat was working its way onto Yokozawa's face.

"Let me rephrase that. You're heavy, get off me!"

"So unromantic," Kirishima complained, but nevertheless rolled off. "You're really not one for pillow talk, are you? We've got to work on that."

"As if I'd do something that embarrassing, I'm not like you!"

"That's just 'till you're used to it. You're only missing a little practice." With the couch by far not big enough to accommodate two grown men, Kirishima still lay more on him than beside him. The editor didn't have to move much to place his lips next to Yokozawa's ear, giving his husky voice an alluring tone. "How about I start by telling you just how much I love you?"

Yokozawa pretended to not be affected by neither his words nor the soft lips pressed against the tender spot beneath his ear.

"… do whatever you want…" he said and tilted his head, giving Kirishima slightly better access to his neck, where his lover promptly started to place small kisses.

Maybe he did think it was a nice to have Kirishima whispers sweet nothings afterwards. Maybe he did enjoy the gentle, spoiling touches Kirishima apparently couldn't refrain from afterwards. Maybe he didn't. Although, a dark shade, colouring his cheeks, betrayed his true feelings.

Tomorrow, Yokozawa made a mental note, tomorrow, he'd thoroughly clean the couch. And considering Kirishima wasn't exactly an innocent party here, he'd make him help - regardless of protests.

But for now, he could make do with lying together for just a little longer. Because it felt good. It felt right.

The End (for real now).

A/N

Gosh, I'm still bad at writing lemons... sorry. Nevertheless, thank you guys so much for all the support and staying with me all this time 3 It's been great!

~Writin'Redhead