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Title: In the Morning
Author/Artist: asario
Rating: R,bordering on NC-17
Warnings: Squalo's mouth, brief mentions of a sexual encounter
Prompt: IV-3. Dino/Squalo - morning after; "can't remember what I did last night"
Word count: 1,046 words
Summary: Sometimes, the morning after can be good.
When Dino woke up, he groaned loudly, a hand going up to cover his eyes. There was a throbbing at his temples, indicating that he had the beginnings of a hangover and he just wanted to curl up the covers. In fact, it was such a good idea that he prepared to do just that, snuggling into the warm body next to him.
It took a minute before his eyes popped open, wide and surprised. He didn’t know why there was a warm body next to him. And why it had the same, flowing hair that Squalo had. He shot up in bed, just now realizing that he was completely nude. Next to him, Squalo lay on his stomach, snoring softly. The hair that he prided was fanned out over his back, his bare back, and from where the blankets pooled over his hips, he could tell Squalo was equally nude.
He brought a hand up to his head and muttered, “I can’t remember what I did last night.” He struggled to remember, wanting to know just how he had ended up in bed with Squalo (not that he was really complaining; he had wanted to get the swordsman back in his bed ever since they had parted in school). He had snatches of memory - his hands gripping soft, pale hair as a hot, wet mouth surrounded his cock and drove him to madness; thin, strong fingers working him open and causing him to writhe and gasp; pale, blue eyes staring down at him as he was filled and pounded at; his hands moving over soft, milk white skin as the body above him arched and drove himself down on his cock - but that’s all he had. He couldn’t remember just how he had ended up in bed with the one person he wanted and never thought he would have again.
Squalo shifted and tore him from his thoughts, his body tensing for the upcoming yelling. He breathed a sigh of relief when Squalo settled back down, murmuring something incoherently. Dino continued to watch him, the slow rise and fall of his back while he breathed, the way his hair slid over his skin (his hands tingled with the memory of touching that same skin), the way he shivered in the slightly cool air. He had the urge to touch him and gave in to it, his hand tracing over his back and tangling in his hair. He was enthralled by the look of his hand moving over his back, his darker skin a sharp contrast to his companion’s. Then he noticed a soft purr in the room and was fascinated to learn that it was Squalo making it.
After a moment, he finally just rested his hand on the small of his back and sighed. It was odd. He finally had what he wanted lying here in his bed (wonderfully, gorgeously nude), but he had no idea what to do now. He wanted to wake Squalo up and kiss him breathless, he wanted to take him into his arms and make him moan and gasp, he wanted…he just wanted Squalo.
“Lay the fuck down, Cavallone, and stop thinking so damn loud,” a sleep roughed voice murmured. He jumped a little, nearly falling out of bed. He heard Squalo’s snort that was nearly a laugh as he righted himself and glared down at the man next to him. His eyes were still closed and he gave the appearance of still sleeping, but Dino knew he was still awake.
Dino wasn’t sure what to say, feeling like an awkward schoolboy again. After a moment, he decided on just one thing. “How?” He heard Squalo’s grunt and finally he opened his eyes, giving Dino a sleepy glare.
“How the fuck do you think? You were drunk, I was buzzed, we were both horny, and we decided to fuck.” Squalo’s eyes closed, dismissing the subject, but Dino still had questions.
“Why me?” Squalo gave a frustrated sound and sat up, glaring at Dino.
“Will you shut the fuck if I tell you?” Dino nodded, not really concerned about Squalo’s anger. “I’ve wanted to fuck you again. I have for fucking years, but there was never a right time. So last night, I finally decided to say fuck this and get you back in bed.” For some reason, Dino was offended by this answer.
“Is that all I’m good for? Am I just a fuck for you?” Squalo stared at him for a minute like he had two heads. And then his hand came up and smacked Dino hard on the back of his head. Dino’s hand immediately went to the spot and began to rub (thanking god it was Squalo’s flesh hand that had delivered the blow). “Ow! What the hell?!”
“You fucking dumbass. Do you think I’d chase after you years fucking later if all I wanted was to fuck you?” Dino let that sink in for a moment and then he smiled, a beaming grin that made Squalo’s eyes widen. “No, no, don’t do…” And then he was tackled to the bed by a laughing blond who began to rain kisses on his face. “Ah, fuck me.” Squalo pushed at him, but he was smiling and there was nothing left to the pushes.
“Thank you…thank you…thank you.” This was said in between kisses as Squalo squirmed beneath him.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah. Now get the fuck off of me.” Dino finally lay down next to him and Squalo gave a sigh of relief. There was only so much slobbery, mushy shit he could take. “Can we go back to sleep now?” Dino nodded, still beaming. “Thank fucking God.” Squalo turned back onto his stomach and his eyes closed again.
“Hey Squalo?” Squalo groaned into the pillow before glaring at Dino again.
“Fucking what?”
“I’m glad that I got drunk last night.” Squalo rolls his eyes, but smiled a bit.
“Yeah, me too. Now go the fuck to sleep, you stupid jackass.” Dino nodded a bit and closed his eyes, moving closer to Squalo. He threw an arm over his waist and, when Squalo didn’t toss it off, he assumed that he was asleep. And Dino decided that this was the best morning after that he had ever had.
Author/Artist: asario
Rating: R,bordering on NC-17
Warnings: Squalo's mouth, brief mentions of a sexual encounter
Prompt: IV-3. Dino/Squalo - morning after; "can't remember what I did last night"
Word count: 1,046 words
Summary: Sometimes, the morning after can be good.
When Dino woke up, he groaned loudly, a hand going up to cover his eyes. There was a throbbing at his temples, indicating that he had the beginnings of a hangover and he just wanted to curl up the covers. In fact, it was such a good idea that he prepared to do just that, snuggling into the warm body next to him.
It took a minute before his eyes popped open, wide and surprised. He didn’t know why there was a warm body next to him. And why it had the same, flowing hair that Squalo had. He shot up in bed, just now realizing that he was completely nude. Next to him, Squalo lay on his stomach, snoring softly. The hair that he prided was fanned out over his back, his bare back, and from where the blankets pooled over his hips, he could tell Squalo was equally nude.
He brought a hand up to his head and muttered, “I can’t remember what I did last night.” He struggled to remember, wanting to know just how he had ended up in bed with Squalo (not that he was really complaining; he had wanted to get the swordsman back in his bed ever since they had parted in school). He had snatches of memory - his hands gripping soft, pale hair as a hot, wet mouth surrounded his cock and drove him to madness; thin, strong fingers working him open and causing him to writhe and gasp; pale, blue eyes staring down at him as he was filled and pounded at; his hands moving over soft, milk white skin as the body above him arched and drove himself down on his cock - but that’s all he had. He couldn’t remember just how he had ended up in bed with the one person he wanted and never thought he would have again.
Squalo shifted and tore him from his thoughts, his body tensing for the upcoming yelling. He breathed a sigh of relief when Squalo settled back down, murmuring something incoherently. Dino continued to watch him, the slow rise and fall of his back while he breathed, the way his hair slid over his skin (his hands tingled with the memory of touching that same skin), the way he shivered in the slightly cool air. He had the urge to touch him and gave in to it, his hand tracing over his back and tangling in his hair. He was enthralled by the look of his hand moving over his back, his darker skin a sharp contrast to his companion’s. Then he noticed a soft purr in the room and was fascinated to learn that it was Squalo making it.
After a moment, he finally just rested his hand on the small of his back and sighed. It was odd. He finally had what he wanted lying here in his bed (wonderfully, gorgeously nude), but he had no idea what to do now. He wanted to wake Squalo up and kiss him breathless, he wanted to take him into his arms and make him moan and gasp, he wanted…he just wanted Squalo.
“Lay the fuck down, Cavallone, and stop thinking so damn loud,” a sleep roughed voice murmured. He jumped a little, nearly falling out of bed. He heard Squalo’s snort that was nearly a laugh as he righted himself and glared down at the man next to him. His eyes were still closed and he gave the appearance of still sleeping, but Dino knew he was still awake.
Dino wasn’t sure what to say, feeling like an awkward schoolboy again. After a moment, he decided on just one thing. “How?” He heard Squalo’s grunt and finally he opened his eyes, giving Dino a sleepy glare.
“How the fuck do you think? You were drunk, I was buzzed, we were both horny, and we decided to fuck.” Squalo’s eyes closed, dismissing the subject, but Dino still had questions.
“Why me?” Squalo gave a frustrated sound and sat up, glaring at Dino.
“Will you shut the fuck if I tell you?” Dino nodded, not really concerned about Squalo’s anger. “I’ve wanted to fuck you again. I have for fucking years, but there was never a right time. So last night, I finally decided to say fuck this and get you back in bed.” For some reason, Dino was offended by this answer.
“Is that all I’m good for? Am I just a fuck for you?” Squalo stared at him for a minute like he had two heads. And then his hand came up and smacked Dino hard on the back of his head. Dino’s hand immediately went to the spot and began to rub (thanking god it was Squalo’s flesh hand that had delivered the blow). “Ow! What the hell?!”
“You fucking dumbass. Do you think I’d chase after you years fucking later if all I wanted was to fuck you?” Dino let that sink in for a moment and then he smiled, a beaming grin that made Squalo’s eyes widen. “No, no, don’t do…” And then he was tackled to the bed by a laughing blond who began to rain kisses on his face. “Ah, fuck me.” Squalo pushed at him, but he was smiling and there was nothing left to the pushes.
“Thank you…thank you…thank you.” This was said in between kisses as Squalo squirmed beneath him.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah. Now get the fuck off of me.” Dino finally lay down next to him and Squalo gave a sigh of relief. There was only so much slobbery, mushy shit he could take. “Can we go back to sleep now?” Dino nodded, still beaming. “Thank fucking God.” Squalo turned back onto his stomach and his eyes closed again.
“Hey Squalo?” Squalo groaned into the pillow before glaring at Dino again.
“Fucking what?”
“I’m glad that I got drunk last night.” Squalo rolls his eyes, but smiled a bit.
“Yeah, me too. Now go the fuck to sleep, you stupid jackass.” Dino nodded a bit and closed his eyes, moving closer to Squalo. He threw an arm over his waist and, when Squalo didn’t toss it off, he assumed that he was asleep. And Dino decided that this was the best morning after that he had ever had.