Empath

Chapter 24

Yui was relentlessly horny at work the next day. He tried his best to focus on selling tickets, helping people with the arcade machines, and awarding prizes to gamers, but his body was aching from not getting release after the previous night. And it didn't help that visions of Al's naked form sprawled out in front of him wouldn't leave his head. He feared having a noticeable erection and was thankful that most of his job could be done with his lower half hidden behind a counter.

Was it really true that he would never be able to have sex with Al? Was he doomed to never make love without hurting someone? Yui pondered this throughout the work day. If his power was transferred through semen, a condom would be an easy fix, but sadly this wasn't the case. His powers also don't require penile penetration to activate. When he's touched people with his hands before, even without going inside them, their memories were altered after they orgasmed.

"That's it!" Yui exclaimed aloud, happily, at his arcade desk.

His coworker looked at him.

"Ah, sorry," Yui waved him away. "It's nothing. Just thinkin' aloud."

The guy turned back around.

Yui returned to his thoughts. His clients only get their memories taken away if they orgasm at his touch. So if he stops railing Al before he cums... He shouldn't get amnesia! Yeah, that should do it, Yui thought to himself. They'll just have to finish themselves off. They should be able to masturbate in front of each other without any complications. Yeah! Yui happily exclaimed to himself. He couldn't resist doing a fist pump in his excitement, which caused his coworker to give him another confused glance and then shrug.

Al got home from a relatively easy day of working at the café. The customers didn't give him much of a hard time. What was giving him a hard time, however, was the ache in his loins. He got to see Yui yesterday, naked and ready, the way his clients probably saw him. Yui's firm body was ready and willing to take him. Just thinking about it made Al hard as a rock again, now that he was back in the room where it happened.

Al locked the door and sat on the bed, right where he sat when Yui was about to take him. He grabbbed some tissues and quickly unzipped his pants and pulled out his thick, throbbing member. It didn't want to wait another second. It was begging to be touched. If it couldn't be touched by Yui's delicate, sensual hands, then his own rough paw would have to do.

He wrapped his large, calloused hand around his fat, thick shaft and started stroking up and down. He winced at the feeling. His hand wasn't as soft as he would like, but the friction on his delicate parts still sent a chill down his spine. He rubbed, up and down. He squeezed lightly. He pushed the soft skin around the otherwise hard organ up and down. The veins pulsed. The tip leaked whenever his hand went back up to the head. The moisture lubricated his hand and made his own touch feel softer. His hand glided back down from the head to his scrotum. The motion was so smooth now. He moaned and pivoted his hips as his hand got into a rhythm. He thrusted into his palm. It felt so good. He wasn't going to last much longer. He stroked faster and faster, and squeezed a little firmer. He felt that he was getting close. He moved his other hand and slid it under his shirt and up to his hard, delicate nipple. With just a couple flicks, he was there.

He tried to hold back a deep moan as semen shot from his pulsing cock. His back arched and his body shook, as he tried his best to finish emptying himself into the napkin.

He sighed and laid back. He wasn't quite satisfied. He wanted Yui's cock in his ass. He wanted Yui to pound him hard. To feel his love from the inside out. Was it never going to happen? Because of the dangers of his powers?

Al was cooking dinner when Yui came home. "Hey, Al," Yui said, in a sing-song voice, as he came up behind him and tackle-hugged him. Al dropped the spoon into the soup he was making and nearly splashed himself.