#17 Theme 39: Sex Symbol - Kuroyume; Tora/Hiroto
Title: Favorable Conditions
Author: beyondtheremix
Theme: 039 Sex Symbol (Kuroyume)
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Tora/Hiroto
Band[s]: Alice Nine
Disclaimer: AU, smut, crack, vampires
Comments: At tingedwords ’s demand =_=
Favorable Conditions
With a century’s worth of wealth accumulated in his pockets, Tora’s modified house in Tokyo was paradise. In a city where the night was practically day, where kink and deviance bordered on feeding, there was no other country he’d rather be in. Except for tonight. Tonight he was brooding over a faint smell that was fast becoming addictive; vaguely annoyed to discover it wafting out through a cracked window across the street.
It looked like a house - a big one much like his own but far more run down and used - except now Tora was fairly sure the owner rented out rooms and floors to paying guests because this was certainly the first time he’d smelled anything that good coming from the decrepit building. There really wasn’t much he could do other than drool over the heady scent and imagine the supple skin and glowing veins it belonged to. Sweet curves of flesh and well-toned thighs…
Unable to withstand the temptation any longer, Tora ripped aside his curtains to peer intently across the street. Straining his ears and sniffing the air, he watched the night slowly part to reveal a boy in the room directly opposite his. The new tenant sat alone on his bed, giggling in a ridiculous fashion at what appeared to be nothing as he bounced up and down, occasionally landing several audible slaps to his bed.
Grimacing, Tora withdrew from the unpleasant scene before him and eyed the youth doubtfully. Surely something as delectably enticing and unbearably addicting wouldn't look this absurd in bed, not to mention dressed in next to nothing and bouncing on his rear end.
Rubbing tired hands across a tired face, Tora resisted the urge to bang his forehead through the wall. Instead he opted for pressing it to the half-open window, grinding his head against the cool glass. The young man did not look the type to go anywhere near the clubs he frequented, which would’ve made things a lot easier. Seducing people Tora was good at. Stealing candy from a baby? That was an entirely different story.
Muttering darkly at his own horrible luck and that all too ingratiating smell, Tora slammed his window shut with a flick of the wrist, throwing on a coat as he made for the front door. In all his thousand years of experience, Tora knew for a fact the longer he tried ignoring these things, the worse they got.
A coil of anticipation unfurled in his belly at the thought of that innocent face painted pink with pleasure, soft skin marred red with blood. Smirking, Tora hopped down to the first landing and continued on out the door. He may not be able to seduce the other yet, but there were other ways of getting what he wanted.
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Loud knocks stopped Hiroto mid-bounce. It was a bit late for guests, but he supposed it wasn’t that late. An orchestra of car horns and general chatter filled the night air and streamed in through his damaged window, even the neighboring shops still shown neon availability. It didn’t seem too late to have guests, unless of course he was in trouble for being loud (he did tend to get rowdy when he was having fun), then he might reconsider.
Bounding over, Hiroto got down on his hands and knees to peer through the crack... which didn’t help much considering expensively shined shoes were the only things he could see.
He really needed to do something about his whole lack of a peephole thing.
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As expected, the young man looked no older than twenty, grossly naïve, with eyes that shown an inquisitive umber, bare torso gleaming softly in the hallway light. Fighting back the husky purr that threatened to roll off his lips at the sight, Tora mustered up a sheepish grin with as much friendly warmth as his pale features could manage.
“Hi there… I didn’t know who to ask so I just picked a door and yours was the first so…” He tried to make himself sound uncertain, unsure, human. “I live just across the street, but I’m kind of having a sewage problem right now,” he scrunched his face for added effect. “I can’t have the heat on because mold might grow and then everything is leaking and smells like shit…” Hiroto hummed and nodded along to the stranger’s unfortunate tale. “I don’t have any friends around here and it’s getting pretty cold… so… So I was just wondering if it’d be okay if I hung out here in the hallway or something.”
Hiroto bit his bottom lip as he considered the idea. He really had no qualms about letting the poor fellow hole up in the building for a while, but he wasn’t too sure how their landlord would take it.
“Just for tonight I swear!” Tora added, pretending to mistake the other’s hesitancy for suspicion, which he could tell from the wide open door and easy smile wasn’t true. “Just until the repairmen come tomorrow morning for me. Um… I’m Tora by the way.”
Shaking the proffered hand, Hiroto was alarmed by the frosty touch. He must be freezing! Instead of letting go, he frowned with worry before simply dragging Tora into the warmth of his abode.
“I’m Hiroto! Nice to meet you across-the-street neighbor! I’m not sure how the landlord will feel about you sleeping in the hallway… but no one will mind you sleeping here as my guest so feel free to stay.” Hiding a smirk, Tora allowed himself to be maneuvered in, closing and locking the door behind them both.
“I’ll go make some coffee!” Hiroto offered enthusiastically. “You must’ve been freezing out there in the cold. I mean your hands sure feel like ice... It’s pretty sad these days how people aren’t nice enough to help others in need, but don’t worry Tora, I’ll take good care of you.” The generous smile both touched and irritated Tora at the same time. For one, people these days were suspicious mainly because there were some really freaky people out there. Namely people like Tora.
“How old are you?” he asked as he followed Hiroto into the kitchen.
“Twenty three. You?”
“Fourteen hundred and twenty two.”
Snorting as he tipped steaming, dark liquid into two mugs, Hiroto went to pull out some cream and sugar.
“Fine. Don’t tell me,” he teased. “You don’t look old enough to be ashamed of your real age yet. So don’t be.”
Rolling his eyes behind the other’s back, Tora sipped the boiling coffee black, downing it all before Hiroto even had the chance to pull out his powdered cream and sugar. The drink burned in his mouth, quickly turning a lukewarm and falling like liquid ice down his throat… much to Hiroto’s disgust.
“Black coffee is gross,” the other shuddered, spooning healthy amounts of sugar in with just as much cream. Offering his empty cup up in mock toast, Tora watched Hiroto wrap greedy fingers around his own mug, pulling it forward in a suspiciously eager fashion. He’d seen that look before… back in darker times when crime ran amok while people died hungry on the streets.
“Oh, don’t tell me you broke into this place,” Tora groaned in disbelief. Not that he was one to chastise, but there was a great deal suspicious about the starved way Hiroto was inhaling his java, not to mention the disheveled state of chaos everything seemed to be in; books and CDs scattered on the floor, a potted plant cracked to pieces, all of it near the empty space where a TV should have been. Inhaling deeply though, Tora decided Hiroto’s sweet smelling skin, pink tongue and sinfully full lips were probably worth more than a nightful of troubles.
“What do you mean - Ohhh,” realization hit at Tora’s pointed look into the living room. “I just got a bed! I signed the lease here after I got a good job, but then I didn’t have a bed so I was moving things in or rather I got my friend to drop things off for me while I was at work and I was staying at his place until I finally got a bed because the floor looks a little nasty and when I was little I slept on the floor once and a cockroach crawled into my mouth and just ewwwww.” Hiroto shivered and stomped his feet on the floor at the thought, face yet again scrunched up in disgust. “And then I finally found a really cheap one in this shady second hand shop, but I bought it anyways because… you know I needed a bed! And I got my friend to help me drag it upstairs before he went to work and soooooo I was trying to get it into my bedroom by myself, but it knocked all my stuff over!!!” Breathing in and breathing out, nostrils flaring, Hiroto suddenly jerked his head over to give Tora his most undivided attention.
Wondering if maybe he should’ve backed out while he still had the chance (but knowing be wouldn’t have done it either way - Hiroto was just that delicious this close), Tora struggled to maintain his century old poker face.
“Want to see?” Hiroto whispered, eyes shining with an excess light and what he probably hoped was mystery.
“What did you put in the coffee?” Tora deadpanned.
“Huh?” He was taken aback by the other’s arbitrary nonsense of a question. Who wouldn’t want to see his new bed?
“What. Did you. Put in. The coffee,” Tora repeated.
There was a long, nervous pause; long enough from Hiroto to look around for possible eavesdroppers or maybe just long enough to search for a nearby escape. It was certainly long enough for Tora’s doubts to come flooding back to mind. Nevertheless, he continued staring until Hiroto finally broke and blurted, “I’M NOT SUPPOSED TO HAVE IT PLEASE DON’T TELL.”
The begging look certainly did suit the boy.
“I’ll… I’ll show you my bed! It’s new! Sort of… and AND my room and my closet and my stash of- I’LL LET YOU TOUCH MY GUITAR!!!!” he nearly screeched, unable to contain his panic any longer because Tora’s silence was tearing him up inside.
Propping an elbow up on the table, Tora pretended to think long and hard about his decision. Really he was trying to hold together what little patience he had left. It would’ve been easier to just feed and run, but he knew for a fact they tasted better on their hands and knees, screaming in silent pleasure and this was all just turning out to be more difficult than he wanted.
But.
If he played his cards right, this wouldn’t have to be a onetime thing.
“How about,” Tora began, “you show me your bed and later we’ll see if your guitar is worth touching?”
Nodding furiously, Hiroto dumped their empty mugs in the sink and ran down the hall, poking his head back around the corner to make sure Tora was following. Rolling his eyes for what had to be the tenth time that night, Tora got up and sauntered on after. He vaguely wondered what sort of “stash” the other hoarded and whether or not he should start worrying again. From his experience, medicated humans were unpredictable and a little on the bland and sour side.
“Okay okay, now don’t look!” Hiroto grinned excitedly, holding up a large blanket to block Tora’s view and dancing on his toes. “Closer… cloooooser.”
Stake me, Tora thought.
He didn’t have the heart to tell the other he’d already seen the damned bed through his window; and he sure didn’t have all day to wait and feed. Yanking the blanket aside (much to a scandalized Hiroto’s dismay) Tora stood before what looked to be a sheeted mattress shoved pathetically against the wall.
“You don’t have a bed frame?” he asked, mildly unimpressed in light of all the other’s excitement.
“No…,” Hiroto muttered dejectedly, kicking at the mattress. “But it’s still cool right?” The hopeful tone carried by such a saddened expression really shouldn’t have bothered Tora (the caffeine obviously exaggerated the other’s moods). But it did. Indulging him with a good-natured grin, Tora dropped onto the mattress and immediately jumped back up the minute he felt it start to sink dangerously low.
Maybe only scrawny Hirotos could sit on it… He certainly looked like he was having fun and he certainly looked able to bounce safely on it.
Laughing at the larger man’s response, Hiroto’s enthusiasm returned in a flash. In one move he grabbed the other’s hand and had him tumbling back onto the questionable mattress, but his mood swiftly changed as their fingers collided.
“Oh no,” Hiroto frowned, giving Tora’s hand a small squeeze. “You’re still cold?!”
Usually people recoiled from his icy touch, shirked away from the electric cold that was followed by a powerful glare, but instead of jerking back, for the second time that day Tora found Hiroto pulling him closer. Taking the older man’s hands he rubbed them between heated palms and tried breathing life back into them.
It felt nice, the warmth spreading up his arms and fingers, sliding over his neck to trace high cheekbones. Then Hiroto was nudging between his thighs, getting on his knees to massage and press up cold calves and Tora’s mind and body were through playing this game.
“Enough,” he whispered, the sound hissing dangerously past pierced lips and stopping Hiroto mid-thigh. Tugging the insufferable man up, Tora grasped his warm chin between long fingers and forced their eyes to meet. No person in their right mind would massage a total stranger - not unless they wanted something.
For himself, Tora knew what he wanted, what he had come here for. From across the street Hiroto looked irresistible, just as sweet and innocent as he did now with plush lips and bright eyes begging to be used. He pulled the other close enough to swipe his tongue across salty pink, a gentle push and prod, testing of deep waters, because no matter how wide and round the other’s eyes were there was an unmistakable depth holding back oceans of something not quite as pure as Hiroto made out to be.
Pulling back he tried to gauge his host’s reaction. He expected silence, a knowing push away, tactful rejection and polite goodnight. What Tora didn’t expect, was the naughty smirk quickly spreading across the other’s lips.
There was definitely more to this than met the eye.
And that did it.
Everything else was a blur.
Hiroto couldn’t remember being stripped of his clothes and pressed into bed; all he could comprehend was Tora hovering unsteadily above him, pushing his legs apart, making him squirm and writhe with every soft-cold touch and wet-rough slide. He was being flipped and turned, pulled up and pressed down until Hiroto no longer knew if he was straddling Tora’s hips or simply splayed out on the floor, but the teasing was torturous.
Much to the other’s delight, Hiroto lost himself in the heady sensations, a willing receptor of taunting touches until his silent, open-mouthed screams turned to tantalizing moans against Tora’s mouth and he was falling back into a blurry reality - one where thin walls and broken windows separated his heightening cries from the world. Reaching down to try and still the in and out thrust of desperately long fingers, Hiroto bit viciously at his bottom lip, trying to muffle his loud whines.
“Tora,” he gasped, shuddering all around the slick digits. “I… I can’t,” he groaned, eyes rolling back as Tora pressed particularly hard in just the right place. He bucked down wantonly, smothering low whimpers against cool skin before pushing the older man away with weak hands.
He fell back atop Tora’s legs panting, all mussed sheets and uncontrollable trembling. Somehow they’d wound up in that position; Tora seated against the wall, Hiroto tensing forward on his knees just above him while skillful fingers worked the smaller man breathless.
“I can’t… the… the neighbors.”
Smirking, Tora ignored the plea, pulling Hiroto back up by the waist and grinding their hips together. It was hard to do anything other than take and taste what he wanted when that smell was consuming his every thought.
“Tora n-no!” The last word came out a husky exclamation as Tora leaned forward to nip exposed collarbone.
“Tora I’m really really loud,” he hissed, words coming out strained between swollen lips even as the other drew blood in mind-stuttering pain-pleasure. “Everyone will he-ar…”
There wasn’t much Hiroto could do with Tora’s palms wrapped securely around his waist. Giving a few feeble tugs at the other’s hair he gave up (it felt too good) and went back to chewing his lip to pieces.
His first laps at Hiroto’s throat were everything Tora had expected and more; a sweet, undiluted tang that had his jaw cramping and lips pressing down for more. Flipping them again, Tora growled against damp skin as the odd, bouncy material of Hiroto’s mattress caused both his mouth and knees to slide out of place.
Then Hiroto was gasping as Tora eased into him all cool-satin-skin that warmed the faster and harder he slammed forward. Tora groaned at the tight heat soaking him to the core, driving him further and pushing him to go deeper, to mouth thickly against Hiroto’s neck and speed things up. He sank sharp nails into the irritating mattress when Hiroto bounced awkwardly away, upsetting his quickened rhythm and earning Tora a soft wail of pain as his lengthened canines dragged shallow, red lines down his neck.
But soon enough it became too much. Sensations engulfed Hiroto in a bright white light before he was falling, falling, falling into oblivion, ears popping as his release coated Tora’s hand and his eyelids fluttered shut in euphoria.
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“Fuck.”
Tora was confused to say the least. One minute he was pushing Hiroto towards total bliss, the next he was falling forward on his hands and knees with a pop, completely drenched even as the other’s spasming muscles robbed him of all breath.
Peeling himself off the smaller man before he could crush him any further, Tora sat back to survey the damage.
A waterbed.
It was a fucking waterbed - and a cheap one no less.
The edges of the worn mattress seemed to have combusted completely, allowing all the water to flow out in a single swelled demise. With his footing already jeopardized by the slip and bounce of unstable sheets and sloshing water, the only things he could get an actual grip on were Hiroto’s hips and the mattress edge - and even then it was a tough battle for balance.
Guiltily pulling Hiroto’s pleasure-limp form away from his pool of mattress water, Tora licked each bite mark close and with trembling arms pulled them up. Fighting back his own wave of sated slumber, he padded into the living room and set the smaller man down on a throw rug. The boy really needed to get a higher paying job - there wasn’t a single couch in the room.
Wrapping Hiroto in the odd dry towel or two and a couple of things he found on the floor, Tora hightailed it out the door before dawn could beat him to it.
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He didn’t wake up until sometime the next night.
Rolling over Tora found the light automated blinds he’d installed in the house were once again open to the midnight air. He felt full and content and yet somehow he still wanted more. Hiroto’s scent still seeped through the open window, still clung to his skin. He wasn’t sure if it was hunger anymore, but he wanted more. Tugging on some sweats, he ambled downstairs contemplating his next move.
Luckily, Fate dealt him a favorable hand.
Hearing the resounding ring of his doorbell and once again catching that same delicate whiff of air, Tora pulled the door open to reveal Hiroto shivering in a pair of worn boots, hugging the only duffel bag he had.
“C-c-can I… I know we-we’ve ju-just met b-b-but,” squinting in concentration, Hiroto heaved in a deep breath before blowing out his request without a stutter. “My waterbed broke and the water went everywhere and I’m pretty sure I’m getting kicked out because it’s leaking to the first floor and there were complaints about noise last night and I can’t have heat because of the mold and…” Trailing off he looked up at Tora pitifully, “I’m cold.”
Smirking openly this time, Tora grabbed Hiroto’s equally cold hand and ushered him in. “Stay as long as you like.”
A/N:
And so there was no crotch-sniffer-outer vamp ;A;
And yes the waterbed burst, DEAL WITH IT.
Also, why the hell was this so long?
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Author: beyondtheremix
Theme: 039 Sex Symbol (Kuroyume)
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Tora/Hiroto
Band[s]: Alice Nine
Disclaimer: AU, smut, crack, vampires
Comments: At tingedwords ’s demand =_=
Favorable Conditions
With a century’s worth of wealth accumulated in his pockets, Tora’s modified house in Tokyo was paradise. In a city where the night was practically day, where kink and deviance bordered on feeding, there was no other country he’d rather be in. Except for tonight. Tonight he was brooding over a faint smell that was fast becoming addictive; vaguely annoyed to discover it wafting out through a cracked window across the street.
It looked like a house - a big one much like his own but far more run down and used - except now Tora was fairly sure the owner rented out rooms and floors to paying guests because this was certainly the first time he’d smelled anything that good coming from the decrepit building. There really wasn’t much he could do other than drool over the heady scent and imagine the supple skin and glowing veins it belonged to. Sweet curves of flesh and well-toned thighs…
Unable to withstand the temptation any longer, Tora ripped aside his curtains to peer intently across the street. Straining his ears and sniffing the air, he watched the night slowly part to reveal a boy in the room directly opposite his. The new tenant sat alone on his bed, giggling in a ridiculous fashion at what appeared to be nothing as he bounced up and down, occasionally landing several audible slaps to his bed.
Grimacing, Tora withdrew from the unpleasant scene before him and eyed the youth doubtfully. Surely something as delectably enticing and unbearably addicting wouldn't look this absurd in bed, not to mention dressed in next to nothing and bouncing on his rear end.
Rubbing tired hands across a tired face, Tora resisted the urge to bang his forehead through the wall. Instead he opted for pressing it to the half-open window, grinding his head against the cool glass. The young man did not look the type to go anywhere near the clubs he frequented, which would’ve made things a lot easier. Seducing people Tora was good at. Stealing candy from a baby? That was an entirely different story.
Muttering darkly at his own horrible luck and that all too ingratiating smell, Tora slammed his window shut with a flick of the wrist, throwing on a coat as he made for the front door. In all his thousand years of experience, Tora knew for a fact the longer he tried ignoring these things, the worse they got.
A coil of anticipation unfurled in his belly at the thought of that innocent face painted pink with pleasure, soft skin marred red with blood. Smirking, Tora hopped down to the first landing and continued on out the door. He may not be able to seduce the other yet, but there were other ways of getting what he wanted.
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Loud knocks stopped Hiroto mid-bounce. It was a bit late for guests, but he supposed it wasn’t that late. An orchestra of car horns and general chatter filled the night air and streamed in through his damaged window, even the neighboring shops still shown neon availability. It didn’t seem too late to have guests, unless of course he was in trouble for being loud (he did tend to get rowdy when he was having fun), then he might reconsider.
Bounding over, Hiroto got down on his hands and knees to peer through the crack... which didn’t help much considering expensively shined shoes were the only things he could see.
He really needed to do something about his whole lack of a peephole thing.
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As expected, the young man looked no older than twenty, grossly naïve, with eyes that shown an inquisitive umber, bare torso gleaming softly in the hallway light. Fighting back the husky purr that threatened to roll off his lips at the sight, Tora mustered up a sheepish grin with as much friendly warmth as his pale features could manage.
“Hi there… I didn’t know who to ask so I just picked a door and yours was the first so…” He tried to make himself sound uncertain, unsure, human. “I live just across the street, but I’m kind of having a sewage problem right now,” he scrunched his face for added effect. “I can’t have the heat on because mold might grow and then everything is leaking and smells like shit…” Hiroto hummed and nodded along to the stranger’s unfortunate tale. “I don’t have any friends around here and it’s getting pretty cold… so… So I was just wondering if it’d be okay if I hung out here in the hallway or something.”
Hiroto bit his bottom lip as he considered the idea. He really had no qualms about letting the poor fellow hole up in the building for a while, but he wasn’t too sure how their landlord would take it.
“Just for tonight I swear!” Tora added, pretending to mistake the other’s hesitancy for suspicion, which he could tell from the wide open door and easy smile wasn’t true. “Just until the repairmen come tomorrow morning for me. Um… I’m Tora by the way.”
Shaking the proffered hand, Hiroto was alarmed by the frosty touch. He must be freezing! Instead of letting go, he frowned with worry before simply dragging Tora into the warmth of his abode.
“I’m Hiroto! Nice to meet you across-the-street neighbor! I’m not sure how the landlord will feel about you sleeping in the hallway… but no one will mind you sleeping here as my guest so feel free to stay.” Hiding a smirk, Tora allowed himself to be maneuvered in, closing and locking the door behind them both.
“I’ll go make some coffee!” Hiroto offered enthusiastically. “You must’ve been freezing out there in the cold. I mean your hands sure feel like ice... It’s pretty sad these days how people aren’t nice enough to help others in need, but don’t worry Tora, I’ll take good care of you.” The generous smile both touched and irritated Tora at the same time. For one, people these days were suspicious mainly because there were some really freaky people out there. Namely people like Tora.
“How old are you?” he asked as he followed Hiroto into the kitchen.
“Twenty three. You?”
“Fourteen hundred and twenty two.”
Snorting as he tipped steaming, dark liquid into two mugs, Hiroto went to pull out some cream and sugar.
“Fine. Don’t tell me,” he teased. “You don’t look old enough to be ashamed of your real age yet. So don’t be.”
Rolling his eyes behind the other’s back, Tora sipped the boiling coffee black, downing it all before Hiroto even had the chance to pull out his powdered cream and sugar. The drink burned in his mouth, quickly turning a lukewarm and falling like liquid ice down his throat… much to Hiroto’s disgust.
“Black coffee is gross,” the other shuddered, spooning healthy amounts of sugar in with just as much cream. Offering his empty cup up in mock toast, Tora watched Hiroto wrap greedy fingers around his own mug, pulling it forward in a suspiciously eager fashion. He’d seen that look before… back in darker times when crime ran amok while people died hungry on the streets.
“Oh, don’t tell me you broke into this place,” Tora groaned in disbelief. Not that he was one to chastise, but there was a great deal suspicious about the starved way Hiroto was inhaling his java, not to mention the disheveled state of chaos everything seemed to be in; books and CDs scattered on the floor, a potted plant cracked to pieces, all of it near the empty space where a TV should have been. Inhaling deeply though, Tora decided Hiroto’s sweet smelling skin, pink tongue and sinfully full lips were probably worth more than a nightful of troubles.
“What do you mean - Ohhh,” realization hit at Tora’s pointed look into the living room. “I just got a bed! I signed the lease here after I got a good job, but then I didn’t have a bed so I was moving things in or rather I got my friend to drop things off for me while I was at work and I was staying at his place until I finally got a bed because the floor looks a little nasty and when I was little I slept on the floor once and a cockroach crawled into my mouth and just ewwwww.” Hiroto shivered and stomped his feet on the floor at the thought, face yet again scrunched up in disgust. “And then I finally found a really cheap one in this shady second hand shop, but I bought it anyways because… you know I needed a bed! And I got my friend to help me drag it upstairs before he went to work and soooooo I was trying to get it into my bedroom by myself, but it knocked all my stuff over!!!” Breathing in and breathing out, nostrils flaring, Hiroto suddenly jerked his head over to give Tora his most undivided attention.
Wondering if maybe he should’ve backed out while he still had the chance (but knowing be wouldn’t have done it either way - Hiroto was just that delicious this close), Tora struggled to maintain his century old poker face.
“Want to see?” Hiroto whispered, eyes shining with an excess light and what he probably hoped was mystery.
“What did you put in the coffee?” Tora deadpanned.
“Huh?” He was taken aback by the other’s arbitrary nonsense of a question. Who wouldn’t want to see his new bed?
“What. Did you. Put in. The coffee,” Tora repeated.
There was a long, nervous pause; long enough from Hiroto to look around for possible eavesdroppers or maybe just long enough to search for a nearby escape. It was certainly long enough for Tora’s doubts to come flooding back to mind. Nevertheless, he continued staring until Hiroto finally broke and blurted, “I’M NOT SUPPOSED TO HAVE IT PLEASE DON’T TELL.”
The begging look certainly did suit the boy.
“I’ll… I’ll show you my bed! It’s new! Sort of… and AND my room and my closet and my stash of- I’LL LET YOU TOUCH MY GUITAR!!!!” he nearly screeched, unable to contain his panic any longer because Tora’s silence was tearing him up inside.
Propping an elbow up on the table, Tora pretended to think long and hard about his decision. Really he was trying to hold together what little patience he had left. It would’ve been easier to just feed and run, but he knew for a fact they tasted better on their hands and knees, screaming in silent pleasure and this was all just turning out to be more difficult than he wanted.
But.
If he played his cards right, this wouldn’t have to be a onetime thing.
“How about,” Tora began, “you show me your bed and later we’ll see if your guitar is worth touching?”
Nodding furiously, Hiroto dumped their empty mugs in the sink and ran down the hall, poking his head back around the corner to make sure Tora was following. Rolling his eyes for what had to be the tenth time that night, Tora got up and sauntered on after. He vaguely wondered what sort of “stash” the other hoarded and whether or not he should start worrying again. From his experience, medicated humans were unpredictable and a little on the bland and sour side.
“Okay okay, now don’t look!” Hiroto grinned excitedly, holding up a large blanket to block Tora’s view and dancing on his toes. “Closer… cloooooser.”
Stake me, Tora thought.
He didn’t have the heart to tell the other he’d already seen the damned bed through his window; and he sure didn’t have all day to wait and feed. Yanking the blanket aside (much to a scandalized Hiroto’s dismay) Tora stood before what looked to be a sheeted mattress shoved pathetically against the wall.
“You don’t have a bed frame?” he asked, mildly unimpressed in light of all the other’s excitement.
“No…,” Hiroto muttered dejectedly, kicking at the mattress. “But it’s still cool right?” The hopeful tone carried by such a saddened expression really shouldn’t have bothered Tora (the caffeine obviously exaggerated the other’s moods). But it did. Indulging him with a good-natured grin, Tora dropped onto the mattress and immediately jumped back up the minute he felt it start to sink dangerously low.
Maybe only scrawny Hirotos could sit on it… He certainly looked like he was having fun and he certainly looked able to bounce safely on it.
Laughing at the larger man’s response, Hiroto’s enthusiasm returned in a flash. In one move he grabbed the other’s hand and had him tumbling back onto the questionable mattress, but his mood swiftly changed as their fingers collided.
“Oh no,” Hiroto frowned, giving Tora’s hand a small squeeze. “You’re still cold?!”
Usually people recoiled from his icy touch, shirked away from the electric cold that was followed by a powerful glare, but instead of jerking back, for the second time that day Tora found Hiroto pulling him closer. Taking the older man’s hands he rubbed them between heated palms and tried breathing life back into them.
It felt nice, the warmth spreading up his arms and fingers, sliding over his neck to trace high cheekbones. Then Hiroto was nudging between his thighs, getting on his knees to massage and press up cold calves and Tora’s mind and body were through playing this game.
“Enough,” he whispered, the sound hissing dangerously past pierced lips and stopping Hiroto mid-thigh. Tugging the insufferable man up, Tora grasped his warm chin between long fingers and forced their eyes to meet. No person in their right mind would massage a total stranger - not unless they wanted something.
For himself, Tora knew what he wanted, what he had come here for. From across the street Hiroto looked irresistible, just as sweet and innocent as he did now with plush lips and bright eyes begging to be used. He pulled the other close enough to swipe his tongue across salty pink, a gentle push and prod, testing of deep waters, because no matter how wide and round the other’s eyes were there was an unmistakable depth holding back oceans of something not quite as pure as Hiroto made out to be.
Pulling back he tried to gauge his host’s reaction. He expected silence, a knowing push away, tactful rejection and polite goodnight. What Tora didn’t expect, was the naughty smirk quickly spreading across the other’s lips.
There was definitely more to this than met the eye.
And that did it.
Everything else was a blur.
Hiroto couldn’t remember being stripped of his clothes and pressed into bed; all he could comprehend was Tora hovering unsteadily above him, pushing his legs apart, making him squirm and writhe with every soft-cold touch and wet-rough slide. He was being flipped and turned, pulled up and pressed down until Hiroto no longer knew if he was straddling Tora’s hips or simply splayed out on the floor, but the teasing was torturous.
Much to the other’s delight, Hiroto lost himself in the heady sensations, a willing receptor of taunting touches until his silent, open-mouthed screams turned to tantalizing moans against Tora’s mouth and he was falling back into a blurry reality - one where thin walls and broken windows separated his heightening cries from the world. Reaching down to try and still the in and out thrust of desperately long fingers, Hiroto bit viciously at his bottom lip, trying to muffle his loud whines.
“Tora,” he gasped, shuddering all around the slick digits. “I… I can’t,” he groaned, eyes rolling back as Tora pressed particularly hard in just the right place. He bucked down wantonly, smothering low whimpers against cool skin before pushing the older man away with weak hands.
He fell back atop Tora’s legs panting, all mussed sheets and uncontrollable trembling. Somehow they’d wound up in that position; Tora seated against the wall, Hiroto tensing forward on his knees just above him while skillful fingers worked the smaller man breathless.
“I can’t… the… the neighbors.”
Smirking, Tora ignored the plea, pulling Hiroto back up by the waist and grinding their hips together. It was hard to do anything other than take and taste what he wanted when that smell was consuming his every thought.
“Tora n-no!” The last word came out a husky exclamation as Tora leaned forward to nip exposed collarbone.
“Tora I’m really really loud,” he hissed, words coming out strained between swollen lips even as the other drew blood in mind-stuttering pain-pleasure. “Everyone will he-ar…”
There wasn’t much Hiroto could do with Tora’s palms wrapped securely around his waist. Giving a few feeble tugs at the other’s hair he gave up (it felt too good) and went back to chewing his lip to pieces.
His first laps at Hiroto’s throat were everything Tora had expected and more; a sweet, undiluted tang that had his jaw cramping and lips pressing down for more. Flipping them again, Tora growled against damp skin as the odd, bouncy material of Hiroto’s mattress caused both his mouth and knees to slide out of place.
Then Hiroto was gasping as Tora eased into him all cool-satin-skin that warmed the faster and harder he slammed forward. Tora groaned at the tight heat soaking him to the core, driving him further and pushing him to go deeper, to mouth thickly against Hiroto’s neck and speed things up. He sank sharp nails into the irritating mattress when Hiroto bounced awkwardly away, upsetting his quickened rhythm and earning Tora a soft wail of pain as his lengthened canines dragged shallow, red lines down his neck.
But soon enough it became too much. Sensations engulfed Hiroto in a bright white light before he was falling, falling, falling into oblivion, ears popping as his release coated Tora’s hand and his eyelids fluttered shut in euphoria.
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“Fuck.”
Tora was confused to say the least. One minute he was pushing Hiroto towards total bliss, the next he was falling forward on his hands and knees with a pop, completely drenched even as the other’s spasming muscles robbed him of all breath.
Peeling himself off the smaller man before he could crush him any further, Tora sat back to survey the damage.
A waterbed.
It was a fucking waterbed - and a cheap one no less.
The edges of the worn mattress seemed to have combusted completely, allowing all the water to flow out in a single swelled demise. With his footing already jeopardized by the slip and bounce of unstable sheets and sloshing water, the only things he could get an actual grip on were Hiroto’s hips and the mattress edge - and even then it was a tough battle for balance.
Guiltily pulling Hiroto’s pleasure-limp form away from his pool of mattress water, Tora licked each bite mark close and with trembling arms pulled them up. Fighting back his own wave of sated slumber, he padded into the living room and set the smaller man down on a throw rug. The boy really needed to get a higher paying job - there wasn’t a single couch in the room.
Wrapping Hiroto in the odd dry towel or two and a couple of things he found on the floor, Tora hightailed it out the door before dawn could beat him to it.
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He didn’t wake up until sometime the next night.
Rolling over Tora found the light automated blinds he’d installed in the house were once again open to the midnight air. He felt full and content and yet somehow he still wanted more. Hiroto’s scent still seeped through the open window, still clung to his skin. He wasn’t sure if it was hunger anymore, but he wanted more. Tugging on some sweats, he ambled downstairs contemplating his next move.
Luckily, Fate dealt him a favorable hand.
Hearing the resounding ring of his doorbell and once again catching that same delicate whiff of air, Tora pulled the door open to reveal Hiroto shivering in a pair of worn boots, hugging the only duffel bag he had.
“C-c-can I… I know we-we’ve ju-just met b-b-but,” squinting in concentration, Hiroto heaved in a deep breath before blowing out his request without a stutter. “My waterbed broke and the water went everywhere and I’m pretty sure I’m getting kicked out because it’s leaking to the first floor and there were complaints about noise last night and I can’t have heat because of the mold and…” Trailing off he looked up at Tora pitifully, “I’m cold.”
Smirking openly this time, Tora grabbed Hiroto’s equally cold hand and ushered him in. “Stay as long as you like.”
A/N:
And so there was no crotch-sniffer-outer vamp ;A;
And yes the waterbed burst, DEAL WITH IT.
Also, why the hell was this so long?
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