[oneshot][ficlet] Balm
Title: Balm
Fandom: D.Gray-Man
Characters/Pairings: Allen/Lavi
Genre: Porny Angst! (Angsty Porn?)
Words: 529
Notes: For libekory, who asked for Allen on top. :D Very much R. Sorta spoilery for chapter 165+.
One sweaty hand slapped up against the headboard as Lavi groaned and panted; Allen's thrusts came harder and faster and made clenching the sheet ineffective against falling face-first onto the mattress. Touch yourself, Allen had said, in the same voice that had said now earlier on, and Lavi hadn't thought to deny him in either case.
Lavi had expected the visit for days. He wondered how many people had turned away from Allen today; how many had watched him with suspicion.
Allen hit a particularly sharp rhythm and Lavi's arm trembled as he bit down on his lower lip to keep from crying out. They didn't have much time; Two-Spot's debriefing wouldn't last forever. Leverrier could only bitch about Allen for so long, unfortunately. He slid his hand faster along his erection, timing it to Allen's heavy breaths rather than his hips. "Ahh... Allen," he breathed, finally, and heard the soft, strangled gasp at his ear. "Allen."
A sharp nip of teeth on his jaw made him turn his head, catching Allen's mouth against his own and letting the other boy swallow the moan that pushed out as he came all over his own hand and the bedsheet. He sucked on Allen's tongue, high on the sound of the boy's strangled gasps as Allen shoved into him again and again, hard enough to send another shock of pleasure through Lavi's already spent frame. The claw-like left hand dug into his hip as Allen came, finally, with a soft sound into Lavi's mouth. Lavi let his arms fall to the mattress, trying to catch his breath as Allen dropped heavily against his back. Lavi's gasps began to settle, after a moment, and his first realization that pierced through the afterglow was the short, sharp breaths coming from Allen. A pair of shuddering breaths, the long pause after, and another pair brought the pattern back around. His shoulder wasn't damp, where Allen's cheek pressed against it, but it didn't need to be.
Lavi closed his eye and took a long breath, then reached his clean hand up behind him, and let it rest on the back of Allen's head. He threaded his fingers through the soft, slightly sweaty locks. "You should get goin'," he said softly, after a moment he wanted to be longer.
Slowly, Allen picked himself up, pulling out of Lavi and straightening his clothes. Lavi heard him make a faint noise and felt rough, dry fingertips brush over his hip. "I'm--"
"Unless I'm bleedin', I'm not gonna complain," Lavi cut him off with a laugh. He rolled over onto one side, moving with care, and sat up. Allen's eyes searched his face, lips pursed but offering no other attempt at apologizing. He leaned across the space between them and feathered a kiss over the other's mouth. "Get outta here. Catch you at dinner."
Allen hesitated for a half second, then nodded and ducked out of the room without another word.
Lavi dumped the messed sheet onto the floor -- Gramps would just have to deal -- and lay back in his bunk, licking the salt-taste off his lips. Falling asleep took longer than he would have liked.
Fandom: D.Gray-Man
Characters/Pairings: Allen/Lavi
Genre: Porny Angst! (Angsty Porn?)
Words: 529
Notes: For libekory, who asked for Allen on top. :D Very much R. Sorta spoilery for chapter 165+.
One sweaty hand slapped up against the headboard as Lavi groaned and panted; Allen's thrusts came harder and faster and made clenching the sheet ineffective against falling face-first onto the mattress. Touch yourself, Allen had said, in the same voice that had said now earlier on, and Lavi hadn't thought to deny him in either case.
Lavi had expected the visit for days. He wondered how many people had turned away from Allen today; how many had watched him with suspicion.
Allen hit a particularly sharp rhythm and Lavi's arm trembled as he bit down on his lower lip to keep from crying out. They didn't have much time; Two-Spot's debriefing wouldn't last forever. Leverrier could only bitch about Allen for so long, unfortunately. He slid his hand faster along his erection, timing it to Allen's heavy breaths rather than his hips. "Ahh... Allen," he breathed, finally, and heard the soft, strangled gasp at his ear. "Allen."
A sharp nip of teeth on his jaw made him turn his head, catching Allen's mouth against his own and letting the other boy swallow the moan that pushed out as he came all over his own hand and the bedsheet. He sucked on Allen's tongue, high on the sound of the boy's strangled gasps as Allen shoved into him again and again, hard enough to send another shock of pleasure through Lavi's already spent frame. The claw-like left hand dug into his hip as Allen came, finally, with a soft sound into Lavi's mouth. Lavi let his arms fall to the mattress, trying to catch his breath as Allen dropped heavily against his back. Lavi's gasps began to settle, after a moment, and his first realization that pierced through the afterglow was the short, sharp breaths coming from Allen. A pair of shuddering breaths, the long pause after, and another pair brought the pattern back around. His shoulder wasn't damp, where Allen's cheek pressed against it, but it didn't need to be.
Lavi closed his eye and took a long breath, then reached his clean hand up behind him, and let it rest on the back of Allen's head. He threaded his fingers through the soft, slightly sweaty locks. "You should get goin'," he said softly, after a moment he wanted to be longer.
Slowly, Allen picked himself up, pulling out of Lavi and straightening his clothes. Lavi heard him make a faint noise and felt rough, dry fingertips brush over his hip. "I'm--"
"Unless I'm bleedin', I'm not gonna complain," Lavi cut him off with a laugh. He rolled over onto one side, moving with care, and sat up. Allen's eyes searched his face, lips pursed but offering no other attempt at apologizing. He leaned across the space between them and feathered a kiss over the other's mouth. "Get outta here. Catch you at dinner."
Allen hesitated for a half second, then nodded and ducked out of the room without another word.
Lavi dumped the messed sheet onto the floor -- Gramps would just have to deal -- and lay back in his bunk, licking the salt-taste off his lips. Falling asleep took longer than he would have liked.