Kink Bingo_Wet, Messy, Dirty.
Title: Crimson Love
Chapters: Oneshot
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Kai x Uruha
Genre: PWP, fluff
Warnings: male x male, explicit sex, foul language, adult themes.
Summary: Kai finally caved in and bought himself a little townhouse, and guess who's helping him remodelling it? It really is a labour of love.
Commentary: So this is my entry for the "Wet, Dirty, Messy" square on my Kink Bingo card (five squares down, twenty more to go!) And its silly, and very fluffy, and as you may have noticed, features a pairing never before seen in my repertoire! Oh yeah, I'm trying my hand at UruAi, finally. I hope you're happy puss_nd_boots, although I will admit its a little nerve wracking writing such a beloved pairing for the first time, I have performance anxiety XD So this one is short and sweet and dirty and I hope you will enjoy it ;)
[ps, I haven't been replying to comments on my last entry since this baby was keeping me busy, but I'll get to y'all tomorrow, don't worry xoxo]
***
Kai had always wanted a house of his own.
He'd grown up in a house, with a yard and parks nearby, and he was sick of cramped downtown apartments where he constantly had to insulate rooms and play with damper pads not to get hatred from all his neighbours when he decided to refine patterns in the middle of the night. So when he'd seen that little ad in the corner of the real estate page of the newspaper, he had pounced, made an offer, and he was now the proud owner of a lovely little townhouse.
A lovely townhouse that needed quite a bit of renovations. He'd remodelled it top to bottom, the flooring and the plumbing and taking down walls, installing appliances, redoing the entire kitchen. A labour of love really.
Unfortunately, his loving boyfriend of eight months was no handyman.
Uruha was good at writing music, playing guitar, drinking his face off, being ridiculously hot. And sex. He definitely was a pro in the sack. Renovating a house? Not so much. That hadn't stopped him from agreeing to help, despite the fact that he had managed to whack himself in the face with drywall, totally messed up an entire bag of plaster by putting too much water in, getting caulking in his hair and gluing his own hand to the floor while putting down tile. Good thing that he had a kind heart and patience, otherwise it could've ended with quite a few more fights than necessary. Thankfully, the bulk of it was finished, all that was left to do was painting, and moving in.
Nothing better than picking out paint colours on a bright summer morning with your beloved, no? Even if said beloved was a little worse for wear.
"You know, you're getting a little old to be drinking yourself sick in the middle of the week babe." Kai admonished, playfully, as he walked through the hardware store's alley to find the paint department.
Uruha snorted, pushing his dark shades further on his nose as he followed, efficiently blocking the fluorescent light of the store before taking a long sip of his orangina bottle. Thanks to Ruki and his genius hangover cures, he was starting to feel mildly better already.
"I was almost sick. Totally different."
Kai lifted a finely groomed brow in what was his trademark skeptically amused face. One of the faces that pretty much made Uruha want to push his dark haired lover against the closest power-tool display and have his way with him, loud and dirty, and who the fuck cared about other shoppers. But he refrained and settled for subtly palming his lover's perfectly rounded ass, clad in a delicious pair of tight grey jeans instead, earning himself a sideways smirk and a little slap on the hand.
"Hey, were here to buy paint, not grope each other…"
"Babe, seriously, you can't wear those jeans and just expect me to keep my hands off."
Kai snorted, taking a right turn at the end of the alley, following the signs above their heads towards the paint section. And maybe swaying that pretty posterior of his a little more intently than was necessary.
"Is there really a piece of clothing that I own that doesn't make you want to grope my ass?"
Uruha gave it some honest thought for half a second, openly staring at his lover's fine rear and nodded.
"Nope. You got me there."
They entered the paint department and started looking through samples, or rather, Kai excitedly picked up half a million strips and started comparing and speculating about moldings and finishes and primers and other things that Uruha did not even begin to have a clue at all about. So he settled for looking at the strips in Kai's hands and nodding and agreeing to pretty much everything he would say.
"You know babe, its your house, what I think is not all that important really…"
Kai huffed, picking up another strip from the rack.
"Stop being silly, you're gonna be spending quite some time there too so you might as well like it…now pick a colour for the bedroom!"
It was sound logic. He did spend quite a bit of time at his lover's place to begin with, after all, Kai's bed was the best, he had a huge tv, he cooked for him all the time…and he loved him, of course. And he would definitely be spending a fair bit of time in the bedroom flat on his back getting fucked in a most delicious fashion, so he might as well enjoy the colour of the walls. He looked through the strips in Kai's hands, pushing his shades up to hold back his hair, and picked out a strip of deep reds.
"I like this one." he pointed to a deep, burgundy red with blue undertones, "It looks like red wine."
Kai observed the colour. It certainly would look good with his dark wood furniture and black leather headboard, besides, it was a nice passionate colour to match their own fiery passion between the sheets.
"Alright, sold!"
***
As much as renovations were not his forte, he couldn't deny that Kai looked damn good in his painting clothes: old jeans that hugged his frame, more holes than fabric, and a white tee with cut out sleeves, baring impeccably muscled arms and toned shoulders. He'd tied back his dark waves out of the way and wore his little rectangular glasses and pretty much looked hot enough to make Uruha forget everything about doing anything constructive in favour of fucking all day. But Kai had some serious plans, laying down tarp on the floors, muscles bunching in his arms with every effort, skin sweat-slick. It was height of summer, and of course the air conditioning unit hadn't been wired in yet.
It was like nature was conspiring against him to make his man as attractive as possible to prevent him to think clearly. Or move or breathe or otherwise be a useful element to this fucked up society. When Kai stepped into his world, everything stopped and there was only him. Him and his hot-blooded beauty that knocked you right off your feet.
"Are you just gonna stare the whole time or you're helping me with this?" Kai remarked drolly, picking up a paint container and bringing it over to the centre of the room where he had laid out a plastic tray.
"I'm really distracted today, aren't I? I think its the heat…" he replied, trying to sound nonchalant and not at all hot and bothered, picking up a brush and getting close while Kai pried the lid of the container open with a screwdriver.
That answer earned him another of Kai's teasing grins, the kind that dug in those adorable dimples and made him look like a mischievous boy. And he was a mischievous boy, when he wasn't a sadistic band-leader or a sex-driven beast. There was nice rotation between the three, Uruha never got bored with him. That was part of his appeal, the innocent looks and cute smiles and almost shy demeanour, an innocuous front for a deeper, darker creature lurking underneath the surface of those midnight eyes.
"Sure, it must be the heat." Kai teased, stirring the contents of the can with a stick.
It was blood red and beautiful, and it would look glorious on those four walls, Uruha was definitely satisfied with his choice. Kai poured a small quantity of the paint in the tray and picked up a roller, dipping it in carefully and rolling off the extra.
"How about we do the far wall? I'll do the surface and you can take care of the cutting around the window?"
"Sure."
They worked quietly for a few minutes, and Uruha couldn't help but admire his lover as he worked. Kai was spare and pale, muscular and strong yet lean like a greyhound, elegant, not a single wasted motion as he pulled the roller back and forth on the white surface, covering it with a thin wash of deep red. And when the got closer to the edge of the window where Uruha was brushing a thin line around the frame, their sides almost touching, Uruha started to wonder how good his pale skin would look with a streak of vivid red running across it.
Before he knew it, he had pushed his wet brush against Kai's arm, tracing a line across a flexing biceps, earning himself a hiss.
"What are you even doing?" Kai asked, puzzled at the way Uruha was staring at the red line he'd just drawn, biting his full lower lip at the beauty of the dripping wet paint on his pale skin.
"Playing." Uruha replied, his voice a teasing murmur, hoping that Kai, the beast inside Kai, would catch the bait, "Don't you want to play with me?"
Kai's pupils flared in response, his mouth twisting up in a slow, deliciously feral smile. There was a wet pressure against his own bare arm, cool and refreshing in the sweltering heat, the texture of damp sponge imprinting in his overheated skin. The paint roller.
"Maybe I do…" came Kai's answer, a heady whisper before Uruha was pushed against the freshly painted wall, completely heedless of his clothes and his hair.
And then Kai's thigh was sliding between his own, pushing up against his suddenly very erect cock through layers of clothing, the paint roller sliding up his arm, moist and cool where Kai's mouth was hot and wet against his neck. He groaned when his lover's mouth slid right up to that sensitive skin below his ear, teeth closing on his flesh as he arched into him, hips bucking against his own. He let the paint soaked brush slide up across Kai's shoulder blades, through the thin tee and across exposed skin, earning himself a shudder of pleasure from his lover, lips tugging at his earlobe and the earrings going through them. Kai let the roller clatter to the ground as he pulled back, wrenching his loose tee off, revealing the buff expanse of his pale chest, tossing it into a corner along with his glasses before moving close to Uruha again, only to be stopped by a hand on his chest.
"I'm not done playing…" Uruha purred, lifting the brush again, pressing the slick wetness of it in the hollow of Kai's throat, paint pooling, dripping down the valley of his defined chest, making him arch back and sigh with pleasure.
He traced smooth collarbones with the wet bristles, bright red dripping down pale skin, muscles shifting underneath, and then slowly down to brush across the dark bud of an erect nipple. The sensation had Kai groan in pleasure, tilting his head back as the brush slid back up, up his throat to the underside of his chin, and he reached back with one arm, freeing his wild waves, the mass of it falling across his eyes, feathering around his face like a glorious halo.
"Fuck…Kai, babe you looks so fucking gorgeous…" Uruha hissed as the bristles inched back down, tracing a line from his throat to his belly button, across the ripped expanse of his stomach.
He looked like a wild, pagan sex god with his glorious hair, the red stripes across his muscular body, dark eyes glowing with banked heat.
"You know two can play that game right?" Kai purred, before launching himself at him, the brush clattering to the floor as Uruha was picked up clean off the floor and once again crushed against the wall, thighs wrapping tight around Kai's hips as his mouth was thoroughly explored by a daring tongue.
So fucking strong. He may have been taller, yet he was lifted effortlessly by his man, all corded muscle and male strength that made heat rush in the pit of his stomach, pooling there, waiting for release.
Big, agile hands slipped underneath the hem of his tee, cupping hips and then his waist, ribs, chest, thumbs brushing against nipples teasingly before wresting the tee off his body. The wall was cool and slippery against his bare skin, and he knew that they were starting to make quite a mess, but he couldn't be bothered to even consider it as his lover's slick tongue tangled with his own, hooking behind his teeth. He gasped when he was pulled off the wall and hauled across the room in his lover's arms, Kai smoothly dropping to his knees on the tarp, and then easing him down on his back on the floor, his head tilting back as a smooth tongue flicked at his neck, the angle of his jaw.
Cool, slick wetness brushed against his belly and he hissed in surprise, looking down to see that Kai had dipped his hand in the paint container, and was painting stripes of his own with thick, broad strokes of his hand, vivid red on pale. He closed his eyes and focused on the sensation, the slickness, the cool liquid and warm fingers underneath, wet and delicious on his hot, sweaty skin. His lover was marking him all over with his hand, mouth slick against his own, and he gasped when clever fingers pinched and flicked at his erect nipples through a thin layer of paint while the other made quick work of the zipper closure of his jeans.
"Oh yes…babe…" he panted when the broad hand slipped in the opening of his jeans, freeing him of the constraining fabric, hard cock leaping free, "Yes…touch me…"
That warm, soft, skilled hand wrapped securely around him, thumb brushing, circling the sensitive tip, pushing down, paint-slicked fingers so tight as they stroked him. Kai's dark eyes were like onyx fire, and his slow smile, showing just a hint of pearly teeth so breathtaking and gorgeous he just wanted to let go in that firm hand pleasuring him, painting streaks of red all over his cock. Marks of ownership, all over them both, vivid red streaks and handprints that were so erotic in their careless precision, his brushstrokes running across the parts of his lover's body that made him ache and want. His perfect chest, strong throat, arms, hips. Such a fucking perfect body, and it was his, all his. And he belonged to him, handprints on his stomach, the smooth dip of his lower belly, all over his aching cock. The mingled strands where they had touched and pressed against each other. It was dirty and messy and so fucking perfect.
His back arched off the floor when his lover quickened the pace, up and down, with that little flick of wrist at the end that always undid him completely.
"Look at me." Kai commanded, his voice a silky purr, "I want to see myself in your eyes when you come…"
Those words. Those words in his lover's delicate mouth had him straining and aching, heat overflowing in his stomach in a bright rush that had him crying out in pleasure as he spent himself in his lover's cupped hand.
"Tell me what you want baby…"
"Kai…I want you, I want you in me, right now…" he gasped, dizzy with pleasure but getting enough sense into his fingers to reach down and quickly release his lover from his own still done jeans.
The zipper parted easily against the pressure of his lover's large cock, and then fingers were hooked in the waistbands of both jeans and underwear and pulled down until he was free.
Glorious. There was no other word to properly describe his lover as he knelt all but naked between his thighs. Wild hair, heavy-lidded, sultry eyes studying him from underneath a dark lattice of fluttery lashes, kiss-swollen lips. All muscle and dirty, red streaked, fine-grained skin, wet silk over steel, his big, beautiful cock standing erect and leaking at the tip. So glorious.
He worked his jeans as low as he could down his legs and turned on his stomach, getting up on hands and knees, satisfaction and excitement bursting in his stomach at the pleased hiss his lover let out at the sight. He had a world class ass and thighs, he knew it, and he never hesitated to show off his assets to entice his man. He proceeded to do just that, moistening his still clean fingers with saliva before reaching back over his hip, down the cleft between rounded buttocks, brushing fingers against that tight opening. Knowing that his lover had stilled completely, entranced, gasping along with him when fingertips breached the tight ring of muscle. He pushed in, willing himself to relax completely, which was rather easy considering he was about to get fucked by the man he loved, and his flesh swallowed his index and middle fingers in blazing heat. He pushed in and out, leisurely, looking over his shoulder at his lover who was taking in the scene with heated eyes, biting at his lower lip, tense and shuddery with anticipation.
"Fuck…" Kai hissed, smearing Uruha's cooling come all over his cock as a lube substitute, "I want to shove my cock in your ass so bad…"
Uruha groaned at the dirty words, fingers scissoring, stretching and burning, knowing that he was pretty much being sloppy considering the size of his boyfriend's cock, but he really couldn't stand to wait much longer, especially not when his lover wanted him just as badly. He pushed his hips back against his lover, fingers still furiously stretching and sliding in and out.
"Get in me…fuck me with your big cock babe…" he pleaded, groaning when his fingers were pulled out, warm, wet hands grabbing a handful of his hips.
Kai pushed against him, the broad head of his cock slowly pressing, parting him, sliding past the ring of muscle at an achingly slow pace. Come wasn't exactly lube, and rushing things with Kai's massive cock was a guaranteed sore ass in the morning, and not the good kind of sore. So he held back, groaning and scrabbling at the tarp as he was unbearably slowly impaled, his flesh relaxing and sucking in the delicious intrusion. Until Kai's sharp hipbones were pressing, digging into his curves as he settled in with a final push that had them both moaning in delight.
"Oh god…baby you're so tight…so fucking tight." Kai hissed, fighting his urge to just ram and buck inside him, fingers clenched on narrow hips.
That deep, impossible stretch had Uruha gasping and groaning, a burning rush that threatened to engulf him completely, and then Kai was moving inside him. Pushing in and hitting that delicious bundle of nerves deep inside that had aftershocks of ecstasy crackling across his every nerve ending. He thrust, slick and deep, and the intensity of the pleasure rose, impossibly high, and even more so when a cool stream of liquid drizzled on the small of his back, wet hands clenching on his ass, holding him, parting him for the roll and sway of his lover's hips. Kai had dipped his hands in paint again, cool sticky hands marking him, clenching on hips, vivid red drops falling on the tarp, dripping down his flanks in slick rivulets of crimson. It looked like blood, a fitting colour for their visceral, passionate joining that was leaving him breathless and begging, pleading for another release.
"You feel so good…fuck…so big inside me…" he groaned, pushing back with his hips, wanting more and more of that thick cock, faster, harder.
His lover read his cues like an open book, letting go of paint slick hips to grab a handful of hair and a smooth, still unmarked shoulder, forcing his back to bend, arch like a bow as he quickened his thrusts. Kai's panting breath burned the back of his neck, the new angle making each ramming thrust hit all the right spots inside him. He could feel the weight of his cock between his thighs, erect again, but he was too busy reaching back to urge his lover's hips forward to even think of touching himself.
He didn't even need to, because all it took was a sharp tug on his hair and a paint-slick hand cupping his throat possessively for his mind to blank everything out with a cloak of pleasure. There was no duty, no responsibility, not even coherent thought. All he could think about was his lover and his perfect cock deep inside him.
And his sultry as sin voice in his ear.
"Baby…baby come for me…"
He came. Hands free, his entire body shuddering and spasming and dying to obey his lover's request, opalescent come splattering all over the tarp, mingling with red. He dragged Kai along, leading him to his own release with his clenching, flexing opening, milking him as he exploded. Kai pulled out of him at the very last second, cursing and moaning, spilling warm, slick come on the small of his back, mixing with the coolness of the paint, the tang of sweat and the soft, strong hands on his body in a mixture of sensation that had him dizzy and overwhelmed with pleasure. They collapsed in a slick, messy heap on the tarp, the two of them breathless, and very satisfied.
***
The tarp was an absolute mess.
So were they. Covered in red paint, come, sweat, their limbs sticky and moist where they had entangled. But boy oh boy had it been worth it. They were lying face to face in a pool of red paint, jeans around their ankles, still trying to catch their breath.
"We're gonna have to repaint that wall you know?" Uruha remarked, looking at said wall where the paint had been smeared and warped where he was pushed into it.
"Hmm…its fine, we would've had to lay two coats anyway…" Kai replied, lazily caressing the swell of his hip, fingers sticking in half dry paint, "We look like we murdered somebody and then fucked around with the corpse."
Uruha snorted.
"So romantic of you baby."
"Well its true, and it was well worth it, even if a can of paint got somewhat grievously wounded…"
They both eyed the container, splashed all over and half-empty.
"Good thing we got two of those…speaking of, we should go shower before this goes completely dry and becomes a bitch to wash off." Kai remarked, turning on his back to hitch his jeans back up his legs, Uruha imitating him with his own jeans.
He giggled when Kai pulled him close for a kiss after they both stood, broad hands palming his backside familiarly.
"Does this mean we get to go and christen your shower…" Uruha teased, tracing a line down his lover's paint-streaked back with his fingertips.
There was a pregnant pause.
"I think you should really say our shower." Kai corrected with a little side smirk twisting his lips.
"What?"
Kai's hands slid up to his jaw, tilting it down a fraction towards his beautiful face. His eyes glowed with warmth and mirth, and something else underneath. Love. This was what love looked like.
"Move in with me."
Uruha's heart stopped for an instant, and then raced, excitement bubbling in the pit of his stomach, yet Kai mistook his silence for hesitation.
"But, I'm not pushing you, you know, I thought…you know since you almost live at my place already, and I really really love you…maybe that was too fast? It was too fast right?" Kai blabbered, suddenly unsure, and that must have been the most endearing thing Uruha had ever seen.
He shut his lover up with a kiss. A slow kiss, full of loving tenderness, lips moist and plush when they parted, bearing matching smiles.
"It wasn't. Its not too fast and I love you too. I love you so much…" he paused for another slick kiss, "Besides, I picked out the colours."
Kai chuckled.
"That you did, good choices too." he remarked, looking down at their sticky, crimson stained bodies.
"Lets go christen our shower then…"
He squealed in a most unmanly fashion when his strong lover grinned and hauled him up in his arms like a potato sack, excitedly carrying him to the connected bathroom. His ass would definitely be sore the next day. But for a new house and a fresh start with his beloved, it was more than worth it.
***
Well well, look at me writing silly messy fluff after all the het and the bdsm XD I guess I was in need of something short and sweet and summer themed so this came out. Well, it was sweet, but it was also fairly dirty and messy ;) That square bummed me out at first, I was thinking of writing a "foodporn" fic instead but this popped up in my head and wouldn't let go XD I've been meaning to write Uruha/Kai for a little while, and I hope this first try was satisfying for the fans of the pairing, its kinda nerve-wracking to try a new pairing when there are so many good writers with that pairing, I've got lots of pressure to perform well XD Let me know your thoughts my dears, love y'all xoxo