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MoonMilkArt - Yuji’s Beach Day
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i wonder who took the photo.. he would look real cute with a swim top tanline… that was a special request for my friend
I also wrote a lil something to go with this… hehehe
Yuji sat at the edge of the water, legs stretched out, sun full on his chest. Trunks low on his hips, damp from the last wave. His skin was burnt, spent, too many hours under the heat. Eyes closed, relaxed, just soaking it in until the outline in the fabric went obvious and thick against the waistband.
Megumi was a few feet back on the dry sand, glancing down at Yuji’s tented trunks with a calm interest.
“You’re hard.”
Yuji cracked one eye open. The beach was empty past them. He glanced down, ears red, and didn’t move.
“I-… ha, just relaxed I guess, so-“
“You should take care of it.”
Megumi’s tone was easy, calm.
“Out here?” Yuji’s voice came out tight. “Someone could-”
“No one’s here.” He shrugged, fumbling in his bag briefly. Megumi held his phone up, screen aimed at him. “Take care of it. I want this for later.”
Yuji swallowed. “W-what… I…” his voice cracked as he glanced around, considering. His hand hovered at the waistband, then hooked a thumb and shoved the trunks down slow, like he might still stop. His cock sprang free, flushed, already wet at the tip. He wrapped a fist around it and stroked once, hesitant, eyes flicking past Megumi to the empty sand.
The phone clicked.
“Keep going.” Megumi watched with half-lidded eyes past the camera, meeting Yuji’s briefly before focusing back on him through the screen.
Yuji’s jaw tightened. He stroked again, faster, salt drying on his skin, hips twitching up into his own hand even while his shoulders stayed tense. The head dragged wet across his fingers. He bit his lip stifling a groan, golden eyes watching the phone instead of the water.
“Megumi-“
“Look into the camera for me.”
That direction was all he needed for his body to tense, abdomen tightening, blood rushing to his cock quicker than he could hold back. He came with a rough, bitten-off sound, stripes landing across his knuckles and the sand between his thighs. His hands stuttered through it, slumping forward, shoulders curled, chest heaving, still half-glancing around with a flush across his face.
Megumi being the photographer he was had an idea. He stepped in, peeled a popsicle from the cooler bag, and tipped Yuji’s chin up just enough to press the cold tip past his open panting mouth. Something of a smile formed on his lips, stepping back and framing his shot.
“Perfect.”
Click.
i wonder who took the photo.. he would look real cute with a swim top tanline… that was a special request for my friend
I also wrote a lil something to go with this… hehehe
Yuji sat at the edge of the water, legs stretched out, sun full on his chest. Trunks low on his hips, damp from the last wave. His skin was burnt, spent, too many hours under the heat. Eyes closed, relaxed, just soaking it in until the outline in the fabric went obvious and thick against the waistband.
Megumi was a few feet back on the dry sand, glancing down at Yuji’s tented trunks with a calm interest.
“You’re hard.”
Yuji cracked one eye open. The beach was empty past them. He glanced down, ears red, and didn’t move.
“I-… ha, just relaxed I guess, so-“
“You should take care of it.”
Megumi’s tone was easy, calm.
“Out here?” Yuji’s voice came out tight. “Someone could-”
“No one’s here.” He shrugged, fumbling in his bag briefly. Megumi held his phone up, screen aimed at him. “Take care of it. I want this for later.”
Yuji swallowed. “W-what… I…” his voice cracked as he glanced around, considering. His hand hovered at the waistband, then hooked a thumb and shoved the trunks down slow, like he might still stop. His cock sprang free, flushed, already wet at the tip. He wrapped a fist around it and stroked once, hesitant, eyes flicking past Megumi to the empty sand.
The phone clicked.
“Keep going.” Megumi watched with half-lidded eyes past the camera, meeting Yuji’s briefly before focusing back on him through the screen.
Yuji’s jaw tightened. He stroked again, faster, salt drying on his skin, hips twitching up into his own hand even while his shoulders stayed tense. The head dragged wet across his fingers. He bit his lip stifling a groan, golden eyes watching the phone instead of the water.
“Megumi-“
“Look into the camera for me.”
That direction was all he needed for his body to tense, abdomen tightening, blood rushing to his cock quicker than he could hold back. He came with a rough, bitten-off sound, stripes landing across his knuckles and the sand between his thighs. His hands stuttered through it, slumping forward, shoulders curled, chest heaving, still half-glancing around with a flush across his face.
Megumi being the photographer he was had an idea. He stepped in, peeled a popsicle from the cooler bag, and tipped Yuji’s chin up just enough to press the cold tip past his open panting mouth. Something of a smile formed on his lips, stepping back and framing his shot.
“Perfect.”
Click.
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