"Do you really think you can talk to me like that?" Kaito's eyes were as cold as ever, piercing into his. "Make no mistake on who you belong to." The grip was released and suddenly fingers were working at his zipper. Agito writhed, more out of annoyance now.
"Heh. To think you and Akito had that kind of relationship. Fuck! Don't mess with me, Kaito! I am not Akito!" He snarled. Slender fingers delved between the folds of fabric, pushing into Agito's boxer's and freeing him. Kaito was surprised to find the boy already less than flacid. He leaned forward, using one hand to keep his long hair from falling forward, and took the boy into his mouth. Agito jolted and let out a low hiss as Kaito slid his lips down over his length and then back. "Nn!" He twitched, and after some squirming, managed to get one leg out from under Kaito. But rather than kick the man he merely flung it over the other's shoulder. Kaito worked on him for a few moments longer before pulling back, eyes trailing up to take in the sight of a panting, flustered, Agito.
( ... )
This wasn't quite going according to plan for Kaito. He'd intended the whole thing to be another way of forcing Agito to submit. Of breaking him. Of declaring his ownership of him. He hadn't quite expected the boy to be so... receptive. For Agito however, there was something missing. For a moment he couldn't quite place it. Then it hit him. Blood. Nothing was complete without blood. Nothing had meaning. His road. Agito pulled at the hand still caught in the cuff, twisting and manipulating it until finally it popped free. Perhaps Kaito had forgotten what a tiny frame the boy had. He drew his hands up and gripped at... tore at... Kaito's back with his nails, arching his own back and hissing as the other man drove into him forcefully
( ... )
Asphyxiation is now Nike/Kilik ftw
anonymous
November 13 2007, 08:17:53 UTC
It was only after Kilik's eyes began to tear and roll back and his cheeks redden that he realized just how tight his grip on the other's throat was. But still Nike was reluctant to let him go so easily. Instead he took the scene in before him slowly with some pride in his smirk
( ... )
...........I still love you, even if you think this is lame fic <3 and omg that pairing! I have never thought of it before but it makes me sqeee and this is just like early Christmas, only better :3 ty, I look forward to more~
The boy is beautiful, Spitfire thinks, worshipping the temple of a king. His lips are impatient and grow more so as the boy whines in his cute way. Pressed against the wall, Nue can do nothing but moan his liking to this attention.
Spitfire nips his way, impatiently south. Tearing at the regalia until he found it, Spitfire breathed a calculated sigh directly on the younger's erection, inciting a painful gasp. He licked around the flesh, easing the head into his mouth.
Nue buries his hands in the most stylized hair in the world, driven wild by these kisses and bites.
Spitfire hurries, because Simca is observant. Nue's moans grow louder, and Spitfire dreams that he is on top of the boy, sweating and thrusting into a virgin arse. "Spitfire."
Nue cums, as Spitfire joins him.
Quickly is it cleaned, never is a fuck like that forgotten.
Online perving: GO! (in two parts because LJ fails like that)
anonymous
November 14 2007, 09:53:55 UTC
Another late night found Sano alone. Not a surprising turn of events, really. It was Sano after all. Despite all the flamboyant flirting, well, he liked his nights this way. The kids of Kogarasumaru were seen home. Genesis business was done. And now, Sano's time was his own. It was too late to go out; there weren't any clubs worth going to on a Tuesday night, the arcades were closed, and he could easily drink in the comfort of his own apartment for cheaper than any bar. Well, that only left one choice for entertainment. Gliding a finger across the touchpad, Sano tapped it twice
( ... )
onling perving: GO (part two)
anonymous
November 14 2007, 09:55:22 UTC
"Of course," Sano assured. "I wonder how you taste. Will you shiver as a swirl my tongue in lazy circles around the head of your cock? Will you muffle a groan when I take you in, sliding my lips back and forth along your shaft?"
Oh, hello. That was a 'step it up, Yoshitsune' if ever there was one. When no reply came immediately, Sano grinned. Every now and then, it was fun to be on top of the Rumble King. Metaphorically speaking. Maybe literally, in this instance. On his side of the IM, Yoshitsune was thinking about what Sano was typing. And it got a favorable reaction. So favorable, the man unzipped his fly to make life more bearable
( ... )
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"Heh. To think you and Akito had that kind of relationship. Fuck! Don't mess with me, Kaito! I am not Akito!" He snarled. Slender fingers delved between the folds of fabric, pushing into Agito's boxer's and freeing him. Kaito was surprised to find the boy already less than flacid. He leaned forward, using one hand to keep his long hair from falling forward, and took the boy into his mouth. Agito jolted and let out a low hiss as Kaito slid his lips down over his length and then back. "Nn!" He twitched, and after some squirming, managed to get one leg out from under Kaito. But rather than kick the man he merely flung it over the other's shoulder. Kaito worked on him for a few moments longer before pulling back, eyes trailing up to take in the sight of a panting, flustered, Agito. ( ... )
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Spitfire nips his way, impatiently south. Tearing at the regalia until he found it, Spitfire breathed a calculated sigh directly on the younger's erection, inciting a painful gasp. He licked around the flesh, easing the head into his mouth.
Nue buries his hands in the most stylized hair in the world, driven wild by these kisses and bites.
Spitfire hurries, because Simca is observant. Nue's moans grow louder, and Spitfire dreams that he is on top of the boy, sweating and thrusting into a virgin arse. "Spitfire."
Nue cums, as Spitfire joins him.
Quickly is it cleaned, never is a fuck like that forgotten.
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Oh, hello. That was a 'step it up, Yoshitsune' if ever there was one. When no reply came immediately, Sano grinned. Every now and then, it was fun to be on top of the Rumble King. Metaphorically speaking. Maybe literally, in this instance. On his side of the IM, Yoshitsune was thinking about what Sano was typing. And it got a favorable reaction. So favorable, the man unzipped his fly to make life more bearable ( ... )
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