[Fic] Black Coffee (Drabble/One-Shot)
Title: Black Coffee
Chapters: drabble/oneshot
Author: cherryrazor
Rating: NC-17 (just to be safe)
Genre: fluff, romance, smut
Warnings: manxman
Pairings/Characters: UruhaxAoi
Synopsis: Aoi was never strong and bitter black coffee…
Disclaimer: They're all locked up in a cage in a high tower. Sadly the only thing that is mine is the story itself.
Comments: This fic originally started out as a prompt fic, but unfortunately the community is no longer active. I never finished it off, but then I decided that it was time for me to attempt to write a fluffy fic and this is what I came up with. Dedicated to my lovely Aoi-shi metal_beauty_69 ♥ I hope that you like it ^.^
The soft rustle of cotton against cotton resounded in the otherwise quiet room as limbs were arranged to find a more comfortable position to sleep in on the small bed. Deep, even breathing was finally the only sound in the room as Aoi and Uruha settled back into the dreamless sleep of a lazy Sunday morning.
Aoi woke up a couple of hours later when a tossing Uruha jostled him accidentally. The dark-haired man cracked one eye open only to shut it again, cringing at the pain from the bright sunlight filtering in from the crack in the curtains. The heat was stifling to Aoi so as Uruha tossed again he peeled himself away from the honey-blond man before throwing the sheets aside and getting out of bed. Pulling on a pair of sweats Aoi then made his way to the kitchen to make himself some coffee.
~*~
Uruha turned in bed, reaching out to drape an arm over Aoi only to find the older man gone. The strong smell of coffee invaded his nostrils as he breathed in deep, letting out a sigh as he glanced at the digital clock on Aoi’s bedside table. The red letters blinked an annoying 13.30. Groaning, he got of out bed, pulling the purple and black sheet around his naked form before traipsing out of the bedroom and towards that inviting smell of coffee.
Uruha found Aoi sitting at the kitchen table, a steaming mug of strong black coffee (just the way that Aoi liked his morning coffee) in his hand and the Sunday paper sprawled out before him. Aoi was a big kid sometimes, or that’s what Uruha thought as he eyed the other guitarist sitting at the table and reading the Sunday comics, laughing out loud once in a while at something funny. A smile graced his features as he eyed the dark-haired man before walking towards the coffeemaker and pouring himself a cup of the bitter liquid and then drowning it in sugar and cream.
As he sat down at the table opposite of the other man, Uruha regarded his lover with a contemplative look in his eyes breaking it only briefly to smile at Aoi as he looked up from his paper with a grin adorning his beautiful features.
In Uruha’s eyes Aoi really was like a cup of black coffee. He was strong and bitter at times, but when the brew was the right one, Aoi could be the sweetest bliss to a tired man’s senses. Add some cream and sugar and the bliss was all the more tantalizing,
Aoi looked up from his paper once again. “What are you thinking about, ‘ruha?” He asked as he eyed his lover.
“Oh nothing really,” Uruha replied.
He watched as Aoi tilted the cup in his hands to his lips draining the last remains of the coffee there before getting up and pouring himself another cup. The older man then turned around to face the table and walked towards his sheet-clad lover.
Aoi quirked his eyebrow at the blond as he set his cup down on the table and moved closer to the other guitarist.
“You wearing anything under there?” he said with a grin on his face as he tried to peek into the mess of sheets around Uruha.
“That’s for me to know and you to find out,” Uruha replied evasively before grabbing the shorter man’s hand and pulling at it so that Aoi was sitting in his lap. “Now where’s my good morning kiss, you big dork?”
Aoi huffed at the name that he had been called, but gave in to the pout on Uruha’s face and leaned in to place a soft kiss on the other’s lips.
“Who you calling a dork, dork?” Aoi asked as he pulled away from the other. Hooking his finger over the edge of the sheet wrapped around the blond, he pulled some of it back. “So, are you naked under there or not?”
Uruha poked Aoi in the stomach which made the other squeak and jump away. Giving a playful smirk, Uruha got up from the chair and walked into the living room, arranging himself and the sheets on the couch. Aoi followed him like a lost puppy, the coffee cup that he had placed on the kitchen table now in his hand.
“Uruha~” Aoi whined, plopping down on the couch next to the honey-blond man and placing his cup of coffee on the table.
“Aoi~” Uruha whined imitating his lover and then placing a soft kiss on the pouting guitarist’s forehead.
Aoi sidled closer to his lover on the couch so that he was behind, laying on his side with his chin on Uruha’s hip. Aoi’s sneaky hand found its way under the edge of the sheet and he slid it further until it was sliding up the smooth skin of Uruha’s thigh, making the blonde look at Aoi with a mock glare adorning his features.
“What do you think you’re doing there, sneaky?” he asked the dark haired man as Aoi continued to stroke his thigh with feathery touches.
“Finding out if you’re wearing anything underneath all that material,” was Aoi’s quiet reply before he slid himself upwards and let his lips settle over Uruha’s like silk over skin. Neither of the men made a move to deepen the kiss, letting their lips gently rest against each other’s for a long time.
Uruha lifted his hand to settle on Aoi’s back and to pull the other closer feeling the warmth radiating off of the other.
“So, did you find the answer to your question or do you need to explore and find out?” he then asked his errant lover smirking against the others lips.
“I don’t know, I think I might need more time to find my answer,” Aoi said thoughtfully before he let the hand still stroking Uruha’s thigh slide upwards exploring the smooth expanse of skin that it found in its path.
Uruha sighed in contentment as Aoi’s lips left his to feather over his neck and settling at the junction of his neck and shoulder, nibbling on skin there. This Aoi was definitely not black coffee. This was one drowned in sugar and cream.
~*~
The bed creaked in protest as Uruha settled himself in between Aoi’s thighs and let his throbbing length slowly slide into the waiting heat until it was sheathed to the hilt. Aoi scrunched his eyebrows at the slightly uncomfortable feeling of having someone inside of him after such a long time, but rocked his hips forward not long after letting the blond know that he was alright to go on.
As Uruha pulled out and then plunged back into his lovers waiting heat, establishing a steady rhythm to fit their bodies, Aoi began to relax more; the pleasure starting to over take the slightly uncomfortable burn between his legs and soon he found his hips pushing up against Uruha’s in an answer to the blonds thrusts into him, his goal being for the other to reach the spot that would make the euphoric feel even more enticing.
Their bodies rocked against each other in a steady and unhurried rhythm. Uruha grunting his pleasure and Aoi writhing in his as the other’s length softly stroked that pleasurable spot inside of him.
A moan escaped Aoi’s lips as he felt his pleasure mounting, telling Uruha that the other was close. The younger male picked up his pace a smidgen to accommodate Aoi’s fast approaching climax and he let his hand slide in between their sweaty bodies to stroke the other’s neglected length in time with his thrusts. All too soon Aoi was moaning out his name in bliss as he tumbled over the edge to elation, coating both Uruha’s hands and their abdomen in the sticky white fluid.
Uruha continued to thrust into Aoi, feeling the muscles around his cock still clenching as Aoi’s body became sensitive to the touch from his lustful high and all it took was a few more thrust before Uruha buried himself deep into the heat surrounding him, groaning out Aoi’s name into the others neck. The blonde rode out his pleasure before settling his body to rest for a bit over the other’s, trying to calm his erratic heart and breathing.
Once both their breathing had considerably calmed and their hearts beat at a steady pace once again the younger male pulled out of his lover and settled down next to the older male. The dark haired man twisted himself and reached over to the bedside table to grab a handful of tissues and cleaned himself off before turning onto his side and doing the same to his lover, discarding the soiled paper in the waste basket near the bed. He then settled on his back, reaching his hand out to grab a hold of his lover and to pull him close allowing the blonde to settle in a comfortable position next to him, his nose nuzzled into the crook of Aoi’s neck.
“I love you,” Aoi breathed out into Uruha’s hair as he wrapped his arms tightly around his lover and snuggled closer to Uruha under the sheets.
Uruha sighed contently into his lover’s neck before letting his mind drift off to sleep, because at that moment he realized that, to him, Aoi was never strong and bitter black coffee, but the kind that was blissfully sweet with sugar and cream; just the way that he loved it.
A/N: So there you have it, my first attempt at writing something even remotely fluffy. I actually like this fic a lot and I hope that you readers will like it too. Comments are what makes my fluff-bunnies and my happy ♥
Chapters: drabble/oneshot
Author: cherryrazor
Rating: NC-17 (just to be safe)
Genre: fluff, romance, smut
Warnings: manxman
Pairings/Characters: UruhaxAoi
Synopsis: Aoi was never strong and bitter black coffee…
Disclaimer: They're all locked up in a cage in a high tower. Sadly the only thing that is mine is the story itself.
Comments: This fic originally started out as a prompt fic, but unfortunately the community is no longer active. I never finished it off, but then I decided that it was time for me to attempt to write a fluffy fic and this is what I came up with. Dedicated to my lovely Aoi-shi metal_beauty_69 ♥ I hope that you like it ^.^
The soft rustle of cotton against cotton resounded in the otherwise quiet room as limbs were arranged to find a more comfortable position to sleep in on the small bed. Deep, even breathing was finally the only sound in the room as Aoi and Uruha settled back into the dreamless sleep of a lazy Sunday morning.
Aoi woke up a couple of hours later when a tossing Uruha jostled him accidentally. The dark-haired man cracked one eye open only to shut it again, cringing at the pain from the bright sunlight filtering in from the crack in the curtains. The heat was stifling to Aoi so as Uruha tossed again he peeled himself away from the honey-blond man before throwing the sheets aside and getting out of bed. Pulling on a pair of sweats Aoi then made his way to the kitchen to make himself some coffee.
~*~
Uruha turned in bed, reaching out to drape an arm over Aoi only to find the older man gone. The strong smell of coffee invaded his nostrils as he breathed in deep, letting out a sigh as he glanced at the digital clock on Aoi’s bedside table. The red letters blinked an annoying 13.30. Groaning, he got of out bed, pulling the purple and black sheet around his naked form before traipsing out of the bedroom and towards that inviting smell of coffee.
Uruha found Aoi sitting at the kitchen table, a steaming mug of strong black coffee (just the way that Aoi liked his morning coffee) in his hand and the Sunday paper sprawled out before him. Aoi was a big kid sometimes, or that’s what Uruha thought as he eyed the other guitarist sitting at the table and reading the Sunday comics, laughing out loud once in a while at something funny. A smile graced his features as he eyed the dark-haired man before walking towards the coffeemaker and pouring himself a cup of the bitter liquid and then drowning it in sugar and cream.
As he sat down at the table opposite of the other man, Uruha regarded his lover with a contemplative look in his eyes breaking it only briefly to smile at Aoi as he looked up from his paper with a grin adorning his beautiful features.
In Uruha’s eyes Aoi really was like a cup of black coffee. He was strong and bitter at times, but when the brew was the right one, Aoi could be the sweetest bliss to a tired man’s senses. Add some cream and sugar and the bliss was all the more tantalizing,
Aoi looked up from his paper once again. “What are you thinking about, ‘ruha?” He asked as he eyed his lover.
“Oh nothing really,” Uruha replied.
He watched as Aoi tilted the cup in his hands to his lips draining the last remains of the coffee there before getting up and pouring himself another cup. The older man then turned around to face the table and walked towards his sheet-clad lover.
Aoi quirked his eyebrow at the blond as he set his cup down on the table and moved closer to the other guitarist.
“You wearing anything under there?” he said with a grin on his face as he tried to peek into the mess of sheets around Uruha.
“That’s for me to know and you to find out,” Uruha replied evasively before grabbing the shorter man’s hand and pulling at it so that Aoi was sitting in his lap. “Now where’s my good morning kiss, you big dork?”
Aoi huffed at the name that he had been called, but gave in to the pout on Uruha’s face and leaned in to place a soft kiss on the other’s lips.
“Who you calling a dork, dork?” Aoi asked as he pulled away from the other. Hooking his finger over the edge of the sheet wrapped around the blond, he pulled some of it back. “So, are you naked under there or not?”
Uruha poked Aoi in the stomach which made the other squeak and jump away. Giving a playful smirk, Uruha got up from the chair and walked into the living room, arranging himself and the sheets on the couch. Aoi followed him like a lost puppy, the coffee cup that he had placed on the kitchen table now in his hand.
“Uruha~” Aoi whined, plopping down on the couch next to the honey-blond man and placing his cup of coffee on the table.
“Aoi~” Uruha whined imitating his lover and then placing a soft kiss on the pouting guitarist’s forehead.
Aoi sidled closer to his lover on the couch so that he was behind, laying on his side with his chin on Uruha’s hip. Aoi’s sneaky hand found its way under the edge of the sheet and he slid it further until it was sliding up the smooth skin of Uruha’s thigh, making the blonde look at Aoi with a mock glare adorning his features.
“What do you think you’re doing there, sneaky?” he asked the dark haired man as Aoi continued to stroke his thigh with feathery touches.
“Finding out if you’re wearing anything underneath all that material,” was Aoi’s quiet reply before he slid himself upwards and let his lips settle over Uruha’s like silk over skin. Neither of the men made a move to deepen the kiss, letting their lips gently rest against each other’s for a long time.
Uruha lifted his hand to settle on Aoi’s back and to pull the other closer feeling the warmth radiating off of the other.
“So, did you find the answer to your question or do you need to explore and find out?” he then asked his errant lover smirking against the others lips.
“I don’t know, I think I might need more time to find my answer,” Aoi said thoughtfully before he let the hand still stroking Uruha’s thigh slide upwards exploring the smooth expanse of skin that it found in its path.
Uruha sighed in contentment as Aoi’s lips left his to feather over his neck and settling at the junction of his neck and shoulder, nibbling on skin there. This Aoi was definitely not black coffee. This was one drowned in sugar and cream.
~*~
The bed creaked in protest as Uruha settled himself in between Aoi’s thighs and let his throbbing length slowly slide into the waiting heat until it was sheathed to the hilt. Aoi scrunched his eyebrows at the slightly uncomfortable feeling of having someone inside of him after such a long time, but rocked his hips forward not long after letting the blond know that he was alright to go on.
As Uruha pulled out and then plunged back into his lovers waiting heat, establishing a steady rhythm to fit their bodies, Aoi began to relax more; the pleasure starting to over take the slightly uncomfortable burn between his legs and soon he found his hips pushing up against Uruha’s in an answer to the blonds thrusts into him, his goal being for the other to reach the spot that would make the euphoric feel even more enticing.
Their bodies rocked against each other in a steady and unhurried rhythm. Uruha grunting his pleasure and Aoi writhing in his as the other’s length softly stroked that pleasurable spot inside of him.
A moan escaped Aoi’s lips as he felt his pleasure mounting, telling Uruha that the other was close. The younger male picked up his pace a smidgen to accommodate Aoi’s fast approaching climax and he let his hand slide in between their sweaty bodies to stroke the other’s neglected length in time with his thrusts. All too soon Aoi was moaning out his name in bliss as he tumbled over the edge to elation, coating both Uruha’s hands and their abdomen in the sticky white fluid.
Uruha continued to thrust into Aoi, feeling the muscles around his cock still clenching as Aoi’s body became sensitive to the touch from his lustful high and all it took was a few more thrust before Uruha buried himself deep into the heat surrounding him, groaning out Aoi’s name into the others neck. The blonde rode out his pleasure before settling his body to rest for a bit over the other’s, trying to calm his erratic heart and breathing.
Once both their breathing had considerably calmed and their hearts beat at a steady pace once again the younger male pulled out of his lover and settled down next to the older male. The dark haired man twisted himself and reached over to the bedside table to grab a handful of tissues and cleaned himself off before turning onto his side and doing the same to his lover, discarding the soiled paper in the waste basket near the bed. He then settled on his back, reaching his hand out to grab a hold of his lover and to pull him close allowing the blonde to settle in a comfortable position next to him, his nose nuzzled into the crook of Aoi’s neck.
“I love you,” Aoi breathed out into Uruha’s hair as he wrapped his arms tightly around his lover and snuggled closer to Uruha under the sheets.
Uruha sighed contently into his lover’s neck before letting his mind drift off to sleep, because at that moment he realized that, to him, Aoi was never strong and bitter black coffee, but the kind that was blissfully sweet with sugar and cream; just the way that he loved it.
A/N: So there you have it, my first attempt at writing something even remotely fluffy. I actually like this fic a lot and I hope that you readers will like it too. Comments are what makes my fluff-bunnies and my happy ♥