#11 Theme 35: Pink Cherry - PANIC☆ch; Tora/Hiroto [Part 2]
Title: First Times [Part 2]
Author: beyondtheremix
Theme: 035 Pink Cherry (PANIC☆ch)
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Tora/Hiroto
Band[s]: Alice Nine
Disclaimer: smut
Comments: I had to split this into two parts :)
First Times [Part 2]
Previous Part
Despite the obvious fact that he was in no way escaping the object of his torture, Tora was quite pleased to have made it home mind still intact.
“It’s getting hotter outside.” Hiroto remarking on the weather, nothing wrong about that.
“I’m still all sweaty and sticky and hot too.” Hiroto pouting. No don’t do tha- Hiroto taking off his shirt.
“What are you doing?!” Tora shouted vehemently, gesturing helplessly at Hiroto’s bare torso glowing gently in the afternoon sunlight.
“WHAT what?!? What happened?! Geez Tora what the hell’s wrong with you?! Don’t yell like that, you scared me for a second.”
It was getting rather dangerous in their bedroom - tensions were high, Tora’s body was on fire, Hiroto’s lips were pursed (and still a brighter red than normal Tora was keen to notice).
“I just wanted to take a bath or something Tora. We’ve been walking around in the heat for half the day and you broke date-chan!” he pointed accusingly at Tora. “Plus you made me drop my popsicle so I should get the first bath. If you want one you’ll just have to wait.”
“You dropped your popsicle on purpose,” Tora frowned.
“Only because I love you,” Hiroto reasoned.
Seeing that resistance was futile and only prolonged his superb view of the lowness of Hiroto’s low-rise jeans, Tora quickly surrendered first bathing rights to Hiroto and contemplated hiding under the bed or sewing his ears shut, maybe leaving the apartment. He settled for looking at his chipped toenail and pretending he couldn’t hear Hiroto taking his clothes off in the adjoining bathroom.
Try as he may, the door was pretty much open. The sound of a zipper pulling down, denim falling softly to the ground and metal fastenings hitting tile was working wonders on Tora’s perked ears. The slide of cotton on bare skin followed soon after, Hiroto’s quiet sigh mocking Tora as he sank into soothing waters.
He felt that familiar tingle and rush of blood only Hiroto, squirming on his back and sucking popsicles, could create. Groaning at the thought and the day’s previous occurrences, Tora rolled onto his stomach and shoved his head into the nearest pillow.
Apparently Satan was on his side or something because Tora didn’t know why else Hiroto would be calling him into the bathroom claiming he’d forgotten his towel.
“Tora?” Yes he was still calling him wasn’t he? Well he could just keep call and use his jeans or something.
“Tora? It’s getting cold, can you please get me a towel? I’d use my jeans or something, but I’d probably slip on the tiles and bust my head open on the way there.” Oh ho ho. Using the clumsy ploy was he?! Well… dammit it worked!
Readjusting the pending crisis in his pants and with what little dignity he had left, Tora slouched helplessly into the hallway to grab a clean towel from the closet before edging slowly back to their bathroom door; as long as he remained backed against the wall Hiroto wouldn’t be able to see anything other than his left forearm. Yes.
“Tora I’m really getting-,” Hiroto’s complaint was abruptly cut off and he was momentarily stunned by the forearm that flicked into view and just as rapidly disappeared, leaving a flying yellow towel in its wake.
He watched the towel fly through the air and fall pathetically to the floor not two feet from the doorway, distinctly hearing what sounded like a relieved sigh and their bed creaking again.
“To-Tora?! What the hell was that?! It’s even further than my jeans!”
He was met with silence.
Exasperated and trying not to shiver, Hiroto carefully lifted himself out of the empty tub and began an unsteady crawl for the doorway - it was probably safest that way. He was sort of dry by then, only the continuous run of water from his hair causing difficult puddles to form in front of him. He figured if Tora was going to be this unhelpful all day he might as well get the damn towel himself.
And so, Hiroto was touchingly shocked to see Tora’s own hand picking the towel up, small tattoo outlined by the bathroom light. His eyes shot up to Tora’s mortified face, self-consciously shooting them back down to the growing tent in Tora’s pants front, before speedily resuming their intense study of Tora’s nose.
Hiroto was speechless. He knew living together entailed a lot of walking in on each other half if not wholly naked, but this was as compromising of a situation as he’d ever been in.
He’d never been naked on the floor with Tora’s hard-on towering over him, to say the least.
Tora fingered the towel sheepishly, trying to find the words to apologize. For what he knew not, for everything maybe, for existing possibly. All he could really focus on was how pretty Hiroto looked down on his hands and knees.
“I… um… That is…,” the sentence wasn’t starting off too well. “What I mean… I’m trying- Heresorry!”
Tora cringed and held the towel out for Hiroto’s face, his legs unable to function anymore. He was surprised when Hiroto simply tugged his arm and pulled him down for a kiss.
“It’s okay Tora.”
He meant it as a sort of thank you kiss, something to ease the awkwardness threatening to blow Tora’s head to pieces, and only half-heartedly noted that he hadn’t thought it would get this heated when it was Tora who was suddenly lowering him to the bathroom floor, sucking enticingly at his neck.
The towel lay forgotten on the cold tiles as Hiroto began responding to Tora’s ministrations, pulling up his knees to wrap his legs around the other’s waist and whimpering softly into the kisses.
“Tora! …Tora!” were his breathy protests as Hiroto tried to nudge Tora head off his chest. “Bed? Please?”
Tora gave one last leisurely lick to a hardened nub before readily complying, picking Hiroto up and carrying them towards the bed. His eyes were so dark they scared him, but at the same time Hiroto delighted in the amber warmth they seemed to carry - the want, the need that was all for him. The dams had flooded over and there was no longer any time consuming schedule or exhaustion to hold either of them back.
Hiroto hummed into their kisses, delving hands onto feverish skin and tugging desperately at Tora’s shirt. He’d never wanted this more than he did now and Tora didn’t needed to think twice. Sloppy lips and tongue parted with a gasp and shared groan when bare skin finally met bare skin. He felt like they were moving in a slow dance, arching with each other, fingers tracing, breath mingling, sheets bunching and twisting with each instinctive movement.
He lost himself in the pleasure Tora gave him, ignoring slick fingers at his entrance when there was a rough tongue on his need; he was swallowing all Hiroto’s thoughts with lips meant only for him. Tora let his free hand stroke the inside of Hiroto’s thigh, marveling the way it flexed taunt when he finally hit that spot deep inside the other, taking in the sight of his lover unstrung, stretched out and rippling like water beneath him. Beautiful, he was beautiful, they were beautiful and it ignited a fierce passion in him that made his movements quicken with need.
Hiroto was suddenly pulled into a kiss, felt the world tilting around him as he was maneuvered until he was straddling the other man and feeling slicked searing between his legs.
“Wait wait wait!” he yelped, hands rapidly retreating from their grip on Tora’s flexed biceps, scrambling and fumbling for purchase on the bucking hips beneath him.
Tora’s body, ever the deviant, chose to ignore the pleaded request and gave a hard thrust upwards in its place. Hiroto was thrown forward by the upset in balance, reaching out hands in time to steady himself and cup Tora’s cheeks.
“Wait? Please?” Tora bit his lip and willed his body to stay still as he looked into Hiroto’s tearing eyes.
“Well, I don’t know how long I can sit still Pon,” he gasped. “You’ve been teasing me all day.” He words came out husky and broken with Hiroto clenching and unclenching around him, trying to get used to the feel of having Tora thick and heavy inside of him.
Their foreheads stayed connected for a minute, both wrinkled with concentration, eyes shut and panting.
“I! Wait! I’ve never done this before this is my first time!” Hiroto finally rambled, squawking when he felt Tora’s hips trying desperately to twitch up again. The room grew silent for the first time since they’d both collapsed onto the bed.
Hiroto slowly unscrunched his face and cracked open an eye only to be met with a gaze so tender it made his throat catch.
“Why didn’t you tell me Pon?” Tora whispered, running his fingers up and down wet cheeks and planting a sweet kiss on the other’s lips. “I love you. You know you can tell me anything.”
The words made Hiroto smile through the grimace on his face.
“Just… can we slow down? Please?” Sarcastic Tora was immediately back with a snarky reply.
“Well gee Pon, why don’t I just hand you back your virginity right now and we can start over tomorrow morning?” He was all sunshine and dandelions and it made Hiroto dig the pads of his fingers into Tora’s cheeks, trying to somehow channel his discomfort into the other’s face.
“Ow! Not the claws!” he fake-shrieked. “Seriously though, Hiroto, I’m all the way in now and I can’t really take that back.”
Making a face, Hiroto sat back up, arching his back a little, still managing to grin evilly at the way Tora groaned from the shifting.
“Well… can you at least be gentle? It still kind of hurts,” Hiroto mumbled almost incoherently.
Tora was serious now when he grabbed the other’s chin, suddenly finding their whole situation endearing and the shy way Hiroto was asking adorable.
“You can do whatever your little heart desires Pon. I’ll wait this time, seriously. I love you.” He kissed his sincerity and let it linger on Hiroto’s lips, smiling reassuringly and rubbing his sides comfortingly.
Hiroto always appreciated these moments. These moments when Tora would make him feel so loved, so comfortable, and like he would throw anything and everything away to make him happy, even his own pleasure.
“Thank you.”
He began to rock his hips experimentally back and forth, searching for what made him clamp deliciously down onto Tora and what made his eyes roll back and sparks fly from his ears.
A “more” finally ripped from his lips and Tora was all too ready to gently flip Hiroto onto his back and begin giving and taking what he'd desperately been waiting for all day.
Hiroto came down to the sweet sensation of heat flooding his insides and small kisses all over his neck and cheeks, ghosting over fluttering eyelids, whisperings in his ears. Hiroto could only curl up to the body above him, let a different newfound exhaustion melt his bones and lure him to sleep as hands turned him on his side and settled around his waist.
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Hiroto woke up bleary-eyed late into the night with Tora’s arms still wrapped around him. He tried to sit up and get out of bed, but his shaky limbs wanted otherwise. Starting, he nearly fell over the side of the bed, but managed to anchor on to Tora’s sleeping form before he wound up spending the night on the floor.
“Tora,” he hissed, whispering like other people lived with them and he had to be quiet. “Tora!”
Hiroto pushed and prodded at the naked hipbone he found beneath the blankets, his hand quickly retreating when a larger one came up to swat his away.
“Toraaaah,” he whined, “I really need to pee, but I really can’t walk right now.”
Tora muttered something tired into his pillow, obviously still asleep and reluctant to wake up and aid Hiroto in his plight. Glaring at him and how utterly useless he’d been all day, Hiroto eased himself to the floor and began crawling naked for the second time that day, cursing his two unreliable left feet and the snoring man behind him.
He really, really needed to go. He’d never felt such a strong urge to relieve himself until now. Making a mental note to wipe himself off on Tora's pillowcase, he continued to scoot forward and nearly made it halfway to the bathroom door before strong arms plucked him from the ground and whisked him off to the bathroom.
“I’ve been seeing a lot of you on your hands and knees lately,” Tora chuckled in the dark, plopping the other down onto the toilet seat. He didn’t miss the way the other’s eyes threatened to roll off his face.
“Ass.”
“I love you too.”
Hiroto smiled at his knees.
He supposed it wouldn’t hurt to use toilet paper. Just this once. And only because it was Tora.
A/N:
Awwww lol~
My ToraPon muses have been bickering like old ladies lately (if you haven’t noticed).
I told Tora I’d take them to counseling before Pon poked his eye out or something… but that darned squirrel keeps dragging him off to the bedroom for some more “first times” and Tora just loses the will to fight ;_;
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Author: beyondtheremix
Theme: 035 Pink Cherry (PANIC☆ch)
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Tora/Hiroto
Band[s]: Alice Nine
Disclaimer: smut
Comments: I had to split this into two parts :)
First Times [Part 2]
Previous Part
Despite the obvious fact that he was in no way escaping the object of his torture, Tora was quite pleased to have made it home mind still intact.
“It’s getting hotter outside.” Hiroto remarking on the weather, nothing wrong about that.
“I’m still all sweaty and sticky and hot too.” Hiroto pouting. No don’t do tha- Hiroto taking off his shirt.
“What are you doing?!” Tora shouted vehemently, gesturing helplessly at Hiroto’s bare torso glowing gently in the afternoon sunlight.
“WHAT what?!? What happened?! Geez Tora what the hell’s wrong with you?! Don’t yell like that, you scared me for a second.”
It was getting rather dangerous in their bedroom - tensions were high, Tora’s body was on fire, Hiroto’s lips were pursed (and still a brighter red than normal Tora was keen to notice).
“I just wanted to take a bath or something Tora. We’ve been walking around in the heat for half the day and you broke date-chan!” he pointed accusingly at Tora. “Plus you made me drop my popsicle so I should get the first bath. If you want one you’ll just have to wait.”
“You dropped your popsicle on purpose,” Tora frowned.
“Only because I love you,” Hiroto reasoned.
Seeing that resistance was futile and only prolonged his superb view of the lowness of Hiroto’s low-rise jeans, Tora quickly surrendered first bathing rights to Hiroto and contemplated hiding under the bed or sewing his ears shut, maybe leaving the apartment. He settled for looking at his chipped toenail and pretending he couldn’t hear Hiroto taking his clothes off in the adjoining bathroom.
Try as he may, the door was pretty much open. The sound of a zipper pulling down, denim falling softly to the ground and metal fastenings hitting tile was working wonders on Tora’s perked ears. The slide of cotton on bare skin followed soon after, Hiroto’s quiet sigh mocking Tora as he sank into soothing waters.
He felt that familiar tingle and rush of blood only Hiroto, squirming on his back and sucking popsicles, could create. Groaning at the thought and the day’s previous occurrences, Tora rolled onto his stomach and shoved his head into the nearest pillow.
Apparently Satan was on his side or something because Tora didn’t know why else Hiroto would be calling him into the bathroom claiming he’d forgotten his towel.
“Tora?” Yes he was still calling him wasn’t he? Well he could just keep call and use his jeans or something.
“Tora? It’s getting cold, can you please get me a towel? I’d use my jeans or something, but I’d probably slip on the tiles and bust my head open on the way there.” Oh ho ho. Using the clumsy ploy was he?! Well… dammit it worked!
Readjusting the pending crisis in his pants and with what little dignity he had left, Tora slouched helplessly into the hallway to grab a clean towel from the closet before edging slowly back to their bathroom door; as long as he remained backed against the wall Hiroto wouldn’t be able to see anything other than his left forearm. Yes.
“Tora I’m really getting-,” Hiroto’s complaint was abruptly cut off and he was momentarily stunned by the forearm that flicked into view and just as rapidly disappeared, leaving a flying yellow towel in its wake.
He watched the towel fly through the air and fall pathetically to the floor not two feet from the doorway, distinctly hearing what sounded like a relieved sigh and their bed creaking again.
“To-Tora?! What the hell was that?! It’s even further than my jeans!”
He was met with silence.
Exasperated and trying not to shiver, Hiroto carefully lifted himself out of the empty tub and began an unsteady crawl for the doorway - it was probably safest that way. He was sort of dry by then, only the continuous run of water from his hair causing difficult puddles to form in front of him. He figured if Tora was going to be this unhelpful all day he might as well get the damn towel himself.
And so, Hiroto was touchingly shocked to see Tora’s own hand picking the towel up, small tattoo outlined by the bathroom light. His eyes shot up to Tora’s mortified face, self-consciously shooting them back down to the growing tent in Tora’s pants front, before speedily resuming their intense study of Tora’s nose.
Hiroto was speechless. He knew living together entailed a lot of walking in on each other half if not wholly naked, but this was as compromising of a situation as he’d ever been in.
He’d never been naked on the floor with Tora’s hard-on towering over him, to say the least.
Tora fingered the towel sheepishly, trying to find the words to apologize. For what he knew not, for everything maybe, for existing possibly. All he could really focus on was how pretty Hiroto looked down on his hands and knees.
“I… um… That is…,” the sentence wasn’t starting off too well. “What I mean… I’m trying- Heresorry!”
Tora cringed and held the towel out for Hiroto’s face, his legs unable to function anymore. He was surprised when Hiroto simply tugged his arm and pulled him down for a kiss.
“It’s okay Tora.”
He meant it as a sort of thank you kiss, something to ease the awkwardness threatening to blow Tora’s head to pieces, and only half-heartedly noted that he hadn’t thought it would get this heated when it was Tora who was suddenly lowering him to the bathroom floor, sucking enticingly at his neck.
The towel lay forgotten on the cold tiles as Hiroto began responding to Tora’s ministrations, pulling up his knees to wrap his legs around the other’s waist and whimpering softly into the kisses.
“Tora! …Tora!” were his breathy protests as Hiroto tried to nudge Tora head off his chest. “Bed? Please?”
Tora gave one last leisurely lick to a hardened nub before readily complying, picking Hiroto up and carrying them towards the bed. His eyes were so dark they scared him, but at the same time Hiroto delighted in the amber warmth they seemed to carry - the want, the need that was all for him. The dams had flooded over and there was no longer any time consuming schedule or exhaustion to hold either of them back.
Hiroto hummed into their kisses, delving hands onto feverish skin and tugging desperately at Tora’s shirt. He’d never wanted this more than he did now and Tora didn’t needed to think twice. Sloppy lips and tongue parted with a gasp and shared groan when bare skin finally met bare skin. He felt like they were moving in a slow dance, arching with each other, fingers tracing, breath mingling, sheets bunching and twisting with each instinctive movement.
He lost himself in the pleasure Tora gave him, ignoring slick fingers at his entrance when there was a rough tongue on his need; he was swallowing all Hiroto’s thoughts with lips meant only for him. Tora let his free hand stroke the inside of Hiroto’s thigh, marveling the way it flexed taunt when he finally hit that spot deep inside the other, taking in the sight of his lover unstrung, stretched out and rippling like water beneath him. Beautiful, he was beautiful, they were beautiful and it ignited a fierce passion in him that made his movements quicken with need.
Hiroto was suddenly pulled into a kiss, felt the world tilting around him as he was maneuvered until he was straddling the other man and feeling slicked searing between his legs.
“Wait wait wait!” he yelped, hands rapidly retreating from their grip on Tora’s flexed biceps, scrambling and fumbling for purchase on the bucking hips beneath him.
Tora’s body, ever the deviant, chose to ignore the pleaded request and gave a hard thrust upwards in its place. Hiroto was thrown forward by the upset in balance, reaching out hands in time to steady himself and cup Tora’s cheeks.
“Wait? Please?” Tora bit his lip and willed his body to stay still as he looked into Hiroto’s tearing eyes.
“Well, I don’t know how long I can sit still Pon,” he gasped. “You’ve been teasing me all day.” He words came out husky and broken with Hiroto clenching and unclenching around him, trying to get used to the feel of having Tora thick and heavy inside of him.
Their foreheads stayed connected for a minute, both wrinkled with concentration, eyes shut and panting.
“I! Wait! I’ve never done this before this is my first time!” Hiroto finally rambled, squawking when he felt Tora’s hips trying desperately to twitch up again. The room grew silent for the first time since they’d both collapsed onto the bed.
Hiroto slowly unscrunched his face and cracked open an eye only to be met with a gaze so tender it made his throat catch.
“Why didn’t you tell me Pon?” Tora whispered, running his fingers up and down wet cheeks and planting a sweet kiss on the other’s lips. “I love you. You know you can tell me anything.”
The words made Hiroto smile through the grimace on his face.
“Just… can we slow down? Please?” Sarcastic Tora was immediately back with a snarky reply.
“Well gee Pon, why don’t I just hand you back your virginity right now and we can start over tomorrow morning?” He was all sunshine and dandelions and it made Hiroto dig the pads of his fingers into Tora’s cheeks, trying to somehow channel his discomfort into the other’s face.
“Ow! Not the claws!” he fake-shrieked. “Seriously though, Hiroto, I’m all the way in now and I can’t really take that back.”
Making a face, Hiroto sat back up, arching his back a little, still managing to grin evilly at the way Tora groaned from the shifting.
“Well… can you at least be gentle? It still kind of hurts,” Hiroto mumbled almost incoherently.
Tora was serious now when he grabbed the other’s chin, suddenly finding their whole situation endearing and the shy way Hiroto was asking adorable.
“You can do whatever your little heart desires Pon. I’ll wait this time, seriously. I love you.” He kissed his sincerity and let it linger on Hiroto’s lips, smiling reassuringly and rubbing his sides comfortingly.
Hiroto always appreciated these moments. These moments when Tora would make him feel so loved, so comfortable, and like he would throw anything and everything away to make him happy, even his own pleasure.
“Thank you.”
He began to rock his hips experimentally back and forth, searching for what made him clamp deliciously down onto Tora and what made his eyes roll back and sparks fly from his ears.
A “more” finally ripped from his lips and Tora was all too ready to gently flip Hiroto onto his back and begin giving and taking what he'd desperately been waiting for all day.
Hiroto came down to the sweet sensation of heat flooding his insides and small kisses all over his neck and cheeks, ghosting over fluttering eyelids, whisperings in his ears. Hiroto could only curl up to the body above him, let a different newfound exhaustion melt his bones and lure him to sleep as hands turned him on his side and settled around his waist.
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Hiroto woke up bleary-eyed late into the night with Tora’s arms still wrapped around him. He tried to sit up and get out of bed, but his shaky limbs wanted otherwise. Starting, he nearly fell over the side of the bed, but managed to anchor on to Tora’s sleeping form before he wound up spending the night on the floor.
“Tora,” he hissed, whispering like other people lived with them and he had to be quiet. “Tora!”
Hiroto pushed and prodded at the naked hipbone he found beneath the blankets, his hand quickly retreating when a larger one came up to swat his away.
“Toraaaah,” he whined, “I really need to pee, but I really can’t walk right now.”
Tora muttered something tired into his pillow, obviously still asleep and reluctant to wake up and aid Hiroto in his plight. Glaring at him and how utterly useless he’d been all day, Hiroto eased himself to the floor and began crawling naked for the second time that day, cursing his two unreliable left feet and the snoring man behind him.
He really, really needed to go. He’d never felt such a strong urge to relieve himself until now. Making a mental note to wipe himself off on Tora's pillowcase, he continued to scoot forward and nearly made it halfway to the bathroom door before strong arms plucked him from the ground and whisked him off to the bathroom.
“I’ve been seeing a lot of you on your hands and knees lately,” Tora chuckled in the dark, plopping the other down onto the toilet seat. He didn’t miss the way the other’s eyes threatened to roll off his face.
“Ass.”
“I love you too.”
Hiroto smiled at his knees.
He supposed it wouldn’t hurt to use toilet paper. Just this once. And only because it was Tora.
A/N:
Awwww lol~
My ToraPon muses have been bickering like old ladies lately (if you haven’t noticed).
I told Tora I’d take them to counseling before Pon poked his eye out or something… but that darned squirrel keeps dragging him off to the bedroom for some more “first times” and Tora just loses the will to fight ;_;
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