[Yu-Gi-Oh GX, Ryo/Asuka, Cake, #oo1] Like That
Title: Like That
Author: praiseofshadows
Fandom: Yu-Gi-Oh! GX
Claim: Ryo/Asuka, pairing
Ratings & Warnings: NC-17; set sometime after episode 65 (when Ryo snaps) but otherwise playing fast & loose with canon >.>
Disclaimer: The Y, the G, and O are not mine. XD.
He usually gets off thinking about Asuka’s breasts. Sometimes of coming on them, sometimes not. But tonight - tonight, he’s so fired up from his win that it’s just not enough. He’s too hard or too tense or too, too something.
(And Marufuji Ryo has always been a good boy, a nice boy, who only thinks about nice wholesome things)
He thrusts up into his hand, runs his thumb over his slit, pretends it’s Asuka’s hand he’s coming in, but nothing works, and he snarls.
Thinks of other girls, other body parts, and eventually stops thinking at all.
(Remembers the feel of the collar, heavy round his neck. The way the shocks sparked, biting, licking at all his nerve endings. Thinks of the collar around Asuka’s pretty throat. Of the drenching wet hell between her legs, that place she’s let him rub his cock along (but never in, no never in because Asuka is a good girl). Of rutting between Asuka’s legs, cock pressing against her cherry, wet with blood and her slick. Of her letting him screw up in her till it just pops and she squeezes around him, and she’d be crying and crying and coming.)
Coming like he is, so hard, so fast that he forgets to catch it. Making a mess.
Author: praiseofshadows
Fandom: Yu-Gi-Oh! GX
Claim: Ryo/Asuka, pairing
Ratings & Warnings: NC-17; set sometime after episode 65 (when Ryo snaps) but otherwise playing fast & loose with canon >.>
Disclaimer: The Y, the G, and O are not mine. XD.
He usually gets off thinking about Asuka’s breasts. Sometimes of coming on them, sometimes not. But tonight - tonight, he’s so fired up from his win that it’s just not enough. He’s too hard or too tense or too, too something.
(And Marufuji Ryo has always been a good boy, a nice boy, who only thinks about nice wholesome things)
He thrusts up into his hand, runs his thumb over his slit, pretends it’s Asuka’s hand he’s coming in, but nothing works, and he snarls.
Thinks of other girls, other body parts, and eventually stops thinking at all.
(Remembers the feel of the collar, heavy round his neck. The way the shocks sparked, biting, licking at all his nerve endings. Thinks of the collar around Asuka’s pretty throat. Of the drenching wet hell between her legs, that place she’s let him rub his cock along (but never in, no never in because Asuka is a good girl). Of rutting between Asuka’s legs, cock pressing against her cherry, wet with blood and her slick. Of her letting him screw up in her till it just pops and she squeezes around him, and she’d be crying and crying and coming.)
Coming like he is, so hard, so fast that he forgets to catch it. Making a mess.