Title: Distractions
Author:
bubblexxtea Genre(s): Smut
Rating: NC-17
Warning(s): Hot, backseat of a car, sex.
Pairing(s): RuKai
Disclaimer: I, in no way, shape or form, own these men. I only own my imagination and the plot.
Synopsis: Yutaka tried to think of an excuse to feed Aoi tomorrow for not being at the get-together party they were invited to and were supposed to be attending at the moment…
Windows fogged, head thrown back. Sprawled perpendicular across his lap, his shirt pulled over his chest, the necklace he wore around his neck bouncing in rhythm with his hips, his jeans shoved to his ankles, designer boots still on, legs pressed together, purposely clenching his muscles around the cock inside him while gasping the other’s name like a mantra.
Takanori reached behind him and felt his way down, sliding his slender fingers along the other’s cock as he pulled him in and out of him. His head hit the glass of the window with a ‘thud’ and his other hand came up to hold his forehead as he moaned louder.
“Yutaka,” he pants, his breath hitching. Heavy pressure was building up rapidly as Yutaka tried to think of an excuse to feed Aoi tomorrow for not being at the get-together party they were invited to and were supposed to be attending at the moment instead of the exquisite creature that was currently fucking him senseless in the backseat of his car. “I think,” he swallowed, heaving. “I - I think I’m gonna scream.”
Without warning, Yutaka yanked the petite man upright and crushed his mouth with his in a bruising kiss, soothing the other’s lips with the tip of his tongue in a brief silent apology once he felt the man flinch against his touch. And with a sudden snap of his hips, he was fucking him harder, deeper, faster.
His gasps turned into hitched and labored breathing and his smaller hands pushed at his chest, but his hands were brushed away and his arms were positioned to wrap around Yutaka’s neck before the drummer’s hands were back at gripping tightly at his hips. Without further direction, Takanori clung to Yutaka and his fingers were instantly lost in soft, dark brown tresses.
It only took a good few rough strokes on his cock and constant pounding at his prostrate for him to see a flash of white that erupted from behind his eye sockets as his head tossed back, and a scream of pleasure filled the inside of Yutaka’s car, along with a muffled grunt from Yutaka not too far behind as he buried his face in the crook of his lover’s neck and painted his walls white as his hips jerked in the aftermath of his release.
A/N;; HO SHIT. I'M BACK!
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Not really, guys. Not fully, anyway lol. School's taking up my life like a whore and I couldn't write to save my life lately. I've been in a really smutty mood lately and I found this laying around on my laptop, so I ended up finishing it up when I'm really supposed to be preparing for a presentation I have to give today/tonight. D': I MISS YOU GUYS. Hopefully, I'll be able to come back around to posting up more fics whenever I have the time. I've made another LJ, so if you wanna keep up with me and what I'm doing you can add my personal LJ (yep, I've finally got around to making this my official fic LJ ^^;).