Pleasant Distractions
Title: Pleasant Distractions
Pairing: KuronuexYouko
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Erotic Asphyxia and a pushy Youko. <3
Summary: Youko cannot be ignored so easily.
Note: Quicky before bed.
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Pleasant Distractions
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“Fuck off.”
“No.”
“My temper is short, Kuronue.”
“Yes, I can see.”
Kuronue frowned and fought back his smile. Youko was sulking. It wasn’t brooding, no, it was sulking. There was no other word for it. Mother had left for now and Youko had been sulking for quite a long time. A foolish demon was somewhere still dying within one of Youko’s man carnivorous plants, a victim of Youko’s bad mood. Screams of agony distantly reached his ears, it was a sweet sound. Utter abandon, screaming in pure agony as the acid ate at it, devouring. It had insulted Youko in the tender stages of recovery.
He was ever so moody when his ass still had the dull pains that reminded him that he’d been mounted. A reminder of how pitifully submissive he had been. How weak and caught up in the moment.
Ah, but Kuronue thought it all quite amusing.
However, perhaps he shouldn’t be thinking about such things, he was growing aroused and, surely, Youko would be able to smell it soon. Not that Kuronue minded, it was just that they really needed to be paying attention to their next item of interest rather than rolling around in the throes of passion to the merry tune of painful screams.
Okay, stop doing that. Violence equals arousal. Arousal equals lost time.
Things to be done, yes.
Things to be… done.
“Oh, for fucks sake.” Kuronue pinched the bridge of his nose and lowered his head. Sighing.
A theatrical sniff sounded. “Why Kuronue, are you aroused?”
He looked up.
Youko was resting his chin on his crossed arms and he leant forward from his chair to rest against the table before him, one sardonic eyebrow arched high. Ears twitching slightly. Amusement burning brightly in his eyes. Such a complete change in mood.
“Not sulking any more, I see,” he commented, placing his hand on his hip and leering a little. A grin pulling at his lips.
Youko glared, his expression changing from pleasantly smug to a quiet anger.
“I know what you’re thinking before you even say anything, Kuronue. You’re worried we’ll fuck.” He smirked suddenly, an evil expression. Quite chilling. Kuronue was used to it, however.
“Why would I think that, I like it when we fuck.”
“I know.”
“You have a big ego, you know that?”
“That’s not all that’s big.”
“Oh, that was just cheesy.”
“Yet effective. It’s worked rather well in the past.”
Kuronue glared. “Whore.”
Youko leant back in the chair he was seated in and buried his own hands in his own hair, arching his back a little, pulling a terribly lewd face and widening his legs. Parting his lips he let out a long, low moan and closed his eyes, writhing a little. “Oh, Kurama, fuck me, yes! Oh!”
Kuronue bit his lip, the fucker was re-enacting the exact same things he’d said and done the last time Kuronue himself had been in that chair.
If he wasn’t hard before he damn well was now!
“Fucking tease.” He took a few strides forward, coming around the side of the table, eyes never leaving Youko’s form.
Youko cracked open an eye, but otherwise didn’t break his character. Raising a leg to hook over an arm of the chair and grasping the back of it tightly. The wood groaned loudly, protesting his tight grip and the youko’s sharp claws. His tail, hanging over the edge of the chair, twitched slightly. Pretending to pant heavily, he threw his head back and held back a moan, brow furrowing, hair falling about him.
Kuronue perched himself on the edge of the table, and placed his hands in his lap. Watching. “Touch yourself.”
Youko did, obeying without a second’s hesitation, acting as if it were on the brink of orgasm. He reached down between his clothed legs and pressed the heel of his palm against his cock, his hips rising a little as he ground into his palm. His long clawed fingers splayed, thighs quivering.
He was a good actor.
The moan that escaped Youko next had Kuronue’s cock twitch and the chair creaked again. A long, drawn out, ominous creak.
Youko had just enough time to unhook his leg from the arm of the chair before the whole thing collapsed beneath him and he fell back, eyes wide, landing on his back, chair now in three pieces. Back splintered in two and the rest, still reasonably solid, yet incomplete.
Kuronue broke out in guffaws, slipping from the table and turning away, no longer able to look without dying of laugher, clutching the table with one hand and his stomach with the other.
Next thing he knew he was tackled to the floor by a vicious youko, claws dangerously close to his neck. He kicked and struggled, pushing the youko off him at one point and beginning to rise, only to have the youko pull him back down and make sure that he was safely seated onto of Kuronue, straddling his hips. A knee either side of him, pushing Kuronue’s hands away to get to his neck.
Once there, his fingers interlaced at the back of his neck and thumbs pressed down harshly against his windpipe, wide almost insane eyes watching as Kuronue fought to breathe. A hand clasped Youko’s wrist and the other fisted itself in the white silk of Youko’s clothing.
Now that was the interesting part. The placement of Kuronue’s hands.
Youko knew for a fact that Kuronue knew how to get out of chokeholds, elbows were ever a disadvantage, so why was he not doing so and instead was writhing and gasping in a futile manner akin to a fish beneath him. Eyes flashing back and forth quickly, legs rising and then sliding back down, hips bucking up slightly.
He was hard still, Youko noted. Theoretically he shouldn’t be hard anymore, imminent death tended to do that.
“Kinky son of a bitch.” Youko sneered, grinning.
Kuronue’s hand at his chest moved to punch him, however it only came out as a soft tap and clenched fingers.
His eyes were rolling back in his head, body convulsing slightly, lungs reflexively trying to suck in air when they could not. Lips parted mouth open, short fangs all too visible, tongue curled slightly. His hair tie kept his tresses from spilling everywhere and yet did a horrible job, the hair that wasn’t tied up, or that had fallen out during their tumble, was strewn about, strands covering his face. His hat had ended up at the other end of the room at some point.
Not a single sound came from him.
Youko watched a while longer, waiting for him to get a little closer to the brink of passing out.
Kuronue’s hands slipped away from him, falling haphazardly. The energy no longer existed to keep them in place.
It was then Youko released Kuronue’s throat and leant back to watch him recover.
He reeled for a moment, taking what was meant to be a deep gasp and coughing violently instead. Back arching a little. Immediately his hands went to his throat and started rubbing, eyes seeking Youko out past the haze in his mind.
Youko grinned sadistically and rolled his hips once, leaning forward to place his hands beside Kuronue’s head, hair creating a curtain around them. With the tips of his fingers clawing at the ground slightly, Youko arched his back and threw his head back, grin still in place, eyebrows pulling down. “What a dirty whore you are…”
Kuronue groaned, and coughed a little once more, hands finding their place at Youko’s hips, claws digging into his flesh. “Fuck me, Kurama.”
The friction, despite still being clothed, was wonderful.
“Hmm, perhaps. I’m having too much fun playing with you.” He murmured, lowering his head enough to have his lips graze against Kuronue’s while he rolled his hips once more, hissing a little at the pleasure it wrought.
Kuronue’s lips parted in a moan and his hands at Youko’s hips tightened, fingers clawing at his clothes, pulling them down. Hips rising to meet Youko this time, and the next, grunting a little and shivering as liquid pleasure passed through him like currents of violent electric shocks.
Wriggling his hips a little, Youko helped as much as he could while not helping at all as Kuronue pulled his lower half of clothing from him, his tail doing all it could to impede any further advancement.
Then finally with his pants gone, he leaned back and pulled off his shoes as well, so that his toes wouldn’t be constricted so much. After doing so he scooted back a little and began to pick at the bindings that held Kuronue pants closed, rather like the corset of a human woman, and caressed the hard length that sprang free with a small smile of familiarity.
Kuronue’s hands, just a little above his waist pulled him back down to him, and forced Youko to prop himself up once more with his hands either side of Kuronue’s head, he pulled him up a little, enough so that Youko’s ass was within easy each and his arms didn’t get to uncomfortable holding his ass.
“I don’t need preparation,” Youko lowered his eyelids and curled his tongue at Kuronue slowly before smiling and reaching back with a hand to position Kuronue’s cock against his opening. Legs spread wide, back arched a little, Youko stared at Kuronue’s expression as he teased them both. Rubbing the head of Kuronue’s weeping cock against his hole while not making any movement to impale himself on the deliciously engorged cock.
Kuronue did it for him, seeming to snap with a strange mix between a snarl and growl, thrusting his hips up and pushing Youko back onto his cock rather violently. Trusting that Youko meant that he didn’t need any preparation, and even if he did, the bastard probably wouldn’t mind a little blood and pain.
Immediately Youko’s head dropped as he moaned, hair falling with him, his hand returning to clutch at the ground beneath Kuronue while he rode him, guided by Kuronue’s insistent hands and vicious thrusts.
His ears swiveled back a little and he raised his head once more, placing a hand on Kuronue’s still clothed chest as he moaned with each thrust, cries hammered from his throat completely unashamed and wanton.
Kuronue was lost. Youko choking him had driven him into a crazed frenzy and the pleasure was that much sharper, for whatever reason Youko seemed to enjoy it too. Kuronue’s strangely doubled need, his frenzied need to fuck or be fucked. Either way he would achieve the best fucking orgasm he’d had in a while. And that said something because sex with Youko, and orgasms with Youko, were always amazing.
One of his hands left Youko’s ass to bury itself in Youko’s hair, pulling at it none too lightly, fingers balled into a tight fist at the scruff of his neck. That only had Youko moan and push back against Kuronue harder, his cries becoming desperate, his cock between them weeping and angry.
Even if Youko had, at first, said that he was playing with Kuronue, the demon couldn’t help but notice that the tables seemed to have turned, and it was now Kuronue who was holding Youko from reaching any completion.
Though he himself was beginning to feel his wits come to an end, orgasm prowled forward. Pressing his head back against the ground beneath him he clenched his teeth and hissed a little, his eyes tightly closed, Kuronue groaned.
Amazingly they came pretty much simultaneously, Youko’s cry of ecstasy mixing with Kuronue’s, and the world slipping away from each other, becoming naught but sensation and the pure void of pleasure and nothingness.
As Kuronue expected it was powerful and blissfully numbing.
Then, back to earth they came. Opening their eyes and panting heavily, twitching and wonderfully lethargic.
Youko moaned quietly once more, shifting a little, slipping and falling against Kuronue’s chest.
Making no move to pull his cock from Youko, Kuronue smiled. And then scowled. “Fucking hell, you bitch.”
Youko chuckled. “No one ignores me in favor of work.”
Kuronue rolled his eyes and thumped him against his ribs. “Now we have less time.”
The End
Pairing: KuronuexYouko
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Erotic Asphyxia and a pushy Youko. <3
Summary: Youko cannot be ignored so easily.
Note: Quicky before bed.
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Pleasant Distractions
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“Fuck off.”
“No.”
“My temper is short, Kuronue.”
“Yes, I can see.”
Kuronue frowned and fought back his smile. Youko was sulking. It wasn’t brooding, no, it was sulking. There was no other word for it. Mother had left for now and Youko had been sulking for quite a long time. A foolish demon was somewhere still dying within one of Youko’s man carnivorous plants, a victim of Youko’s bad mood. Screams of agony distantly reached his ears, it was a sweet sound. Utter abandon, screaming in pure agony as the acid ate at it, devouring. It had insulted Youko in the tender stages of recovery.
He was ever so moody when his ass still had the dull pains that reminded him that he’d been mounted. A reminder of how pitifully submissive he had been. How weak and caught up in the moment.
Ah, but Kuronue thought it all quite amusing.
However, perhaps he shouldn’t be thinking about such things, he was growing aroused and, surely, Youko would be able to smell it soon. Not that Kuronue minded, it was just that they really needed to be paying attention to their next item of interest rather than rolling around in the throes of passion to the merry tune of painful screams.
Okay, stop doing that. Violence equals arousal. Arousal equals lost time.
Things to be done, yes.
Things to be… done.
“Oh, for fucks sake.” Kuronue pinched the bridge of his nose and lowered his head. Sighing.
A theatrical sniff sounded. “Why Kuronue, are you aroused?”
He looked up.
Youko was resting his chin on his crossed arms and he leant forward from his chair to rest against the table before him, one sardonic eyebrow arched high. Ears twitching slightly. Amusement burning brightly in his eyes. Such a complete change in mood.
“Not sulking any more, I see,” he commented, placing his hand on his hip and leering a little. A grin pulling at his lips.
Youko glared, his expression changing from pleasantly smug to a quiet anger.
“I know what you’re thinking before you even say anything, Kuronue. You’re worried we’ll fuck.” He smirked suddenly, an evil expression. Quite chilling. Kuronue was used to it, however.
“Why would I think that, I like it when we fuck.”
“I know.”
“You have a big ego, you know that?”
“That’s not all that’s big.”
“Oh, that was just cheesy.”
“Yet effective. It’s worked rather well in the past.”
Kuronue glared. “Whore.”
Youko leant back in the chair he was seated in and buried his own hands in his own hair, arching his back a little, pulling a terribly lewd face and widening his legs. Parting his lips he let out a long, low moan and closed his eyes, writhing a little. “Oh, Kurama, fuck me, yes! Oh!”
Kuronue bit his lip, the fucker was re-enacting the exact same things he’d said and done the last time Kuronue himself had been in that chair.
If he wasn’t hard before he damn well was now!
“Fucking tease.” He took a few strides forward, coming around the side of the table, eyes never leaving Youko’s form.
Youko cracked open an eye, but otherwise didn’t break his character. Raising a leg to hook over an arm of the chair and grasping the back of it tightly. The wood groaned loudly, protesting his tight grip and the youko’s sharp claws. His tail, hanging over the edge of the chair, twitched slightly. Pretending to pant heavily, he threw his head back and held back a moan, brow furrowing, hair falling about him.
Kuronue perched himself on the edge of the table, and placed his hands in his lap. Watching. “Touch yourself.”
Youko did, obeying without a second’s hesitation, acting as if it were on the brink of orgasm. He reached down between his clothed legs and pressed the heel of his palm against his cock, his hips rising a little as he ground into his palm. His long clawed fingers splayed, thighs quivering.
He was a good actor.
The moan that escaped Youko next had Kuronue’s cock twitch and the chair creaked again. A long, drawn out, ominous creak.
Youko had just enough time to unhook his leg from the arm of the chair before the whole thing collapsed beneath him and he fell back, eyes wide, landing on his back, chair now in three pieces. Back splintered in two and the rest, still reasonably solid, yet incomplete.
Kuronue broke out in guffaws, slipping from the table and turning away, no longer able to look without dying of laugher, clutching the table with one hand and his stomach with the other.
Next thing he knew he was tackled to the floor by a vicious youko, claws dangerously close to his neck. He kicked and struggled, pushing the youko off him at one point and beginning to rise, only to have the youko pull him back down and make sure that he was safely seated onto of Kuronue, straddling his hips. A knee either side of him, pushing Kuronue’s hands away to get to his neck.
Once there, his fingers interlaced at the back of his neck and thumbs pressed down harshly against his windpipe, wide almost insane eyes watching as Kuronue fought to breathe. A hand clasped Youko’s wrist and the other fisted itself in the white silk of Youko’s clothing.
Now that was the interesting part. The placement of Kuronue’s hands.
Youko knew for a fact that Kuronue knew how to get out of chokeholds, elbows were ever a disadvantage, so why was he not doing so and instead was writhing and gasping in a futile manner akin to a fish beneath him. Eyes flashing back and forth quickly, legs rising and then sliding back down, hips bucking up slightly.
He was hard still, Youko noted. Theoretically he shouldn’t be hard anymore, imminent death tended to do that.
“Kinky son of a bitch.” Youko sneered, grinning.
Kuronue’s hand at his chest moved to punch him, however it only came out as a soft tap and clenched fingers.
His eyes were rolling back in his head, body convulsing slightly, lungs reflexively trying to suck in air when they could not. Lips parted mouth open, short fangs all too visible, tongue curled slightly. His hair tie kept his tresses from spilling everywhere and yet did a horrible job, the hair that wasn’t tied up, or that had fallen out during their tumble, was strewn about, strands covering his face. His hat had ended up at the other end of the room at some point.
Not a single sound came from him.
Youko watched a while longer, waiting for him to get a little closer to the brink of passing out.
Kuronue’s hands slipped away from him, falling haphazardly. The energy no longer existed to keep them in place.
It was then Youko released Kuronue’s throat and leant back to watch him recover.
He reeled for a moment, taking what was meant to be a deep gasp and coughing violently instead. Back arching a little. Immediately his hands went to his throat and started rubbing, eyes seeking Youko out past the haze in his mind.
Youko grinned sadistically and rolled his hips once, leaning forward to place his hands beside Kuronue’s head, hair creating a curtain around them. With the tips of his fingers clawing at the ground slightly, Youko arched his back and threw his head back, grin still in place, eyebrows pulling down. “What a dirty whore you are…”
Kuronue groaned, and coughed a little once more, hands finding their place at Youko’s hips, claws digging into his flesh. “Fuck me, Kurama.”
The friction, despite still being clothed, was wonderful.
“Hmm, perhaps. I’m having too much fun playing with you.” He murmured, lowering his head enough to have his lips graze against Kuronue’s while he rolled his hips once more, hissing a little at the pleasure it wrought.
Kuronue’s lips parted in a moan and his hands at Youko’s hips tightened, fingers clawing at his clothes, pulling them down. Hips rising to meet Youko this time, and the next, grunting a little and shivering as liquid pleasure passed through him like currents of violent electric shocks.
Wriggling his hips a little, Youko helped as much as he could while not helping at all as Kuronue pulled his lower half of clothing from him, his tail doing all it could to impede any further advancement.
Then finally with his pants gone, he leaned back and pulled off his shoes as well, so that his toes wouldn’t be constricted so much. After doing so he scooted back a little and began to pick at the bindings that held Kuronue pants closed, rather like the corset of a human woman, and caressed the hard length that sprang free with a small smile of familiarity.
Kuronue’s hands, just a little above his waist pulled him back down to him, and forced Youko to prop himself up once more with his hands either side of Kuronue’s head, he pulled him up a little, enough so that Youko’s ass was within easy each and his arms didn’t get to uncomfortable holding his ass.
“I don’t need preparation,” Youko lowered his eyelids and curled his tongue at Kuronue slowly before smiling and reaching back with a hand to position Kuronue’s cock against his opening. Legs spread wide, back arched a little, Youko stared at Kuronue’s expression as he teased them both. Rubbing the head of Kuronue’s weeping cock against his hole while not making any movement to impale himself on the deliciously engorged cock.
Kuronue did it for him, seeming to snap with a strange mix between a snarl and growl, thrusting his hips up and pushing Youko back onto his cock rather violently. Trusting that Youko meant that he didn’t need any preparation, and even if he did, the bastard probably wouldn’t mind a little blood and pain.
Immediately Youko’s head dropped as he moaned, hair falling with him, his hand returning to clutch at the ground beneath Kuronue while he rode him, guided by Kuronue’s insistent hands and vicious thrusts.
His ears swiveled back a little and he raised his head once more, placing a hand on Kuronue’s still clothed chest as he moaned with each thrust, cries hammered from his throat completely unashamed and wanton.
Kuronue was lost. Youko choking him had driven him into a crazed frenzy and the pleasure was that much sharper, for whatever reason Youko seemed to enjoy it too. Kuronue’s strangely doubled need, his frenzied need to fuck or be fucked. Either way he would achieve the best fucking orgasm he’d had in a while. And that said something because sex with Youko, and orgasms with Youko, were always amazing.
One of his hands left Youko’s ass to bury itself in Youko’s hair, pulling at it none too lightly, fingers balled into a tight fist at the scruff of his neck. That only had Youko moan and push back against Kuronue harder, his cries becoming desperate, his cock between them weeping and angry.
Even if Youko had, at first, said that he was playing with Kuronue, the demon couldn’t help but notice that the tables seemed to have turned, and it was now Kuronue who was holding Youko from reaching any completion.
Though he himself was beginning to feel his wits come to an end, orgasm prowled forward. Pressing his head back against the ground beneath him he clenched his teeth and hissed a little, his eyes tightly closed, Kuronue groaned.
Amazingly they came pretty much simultaneously, Youko’s cry of ecstasy mixing with Kuronue’s, and the world slipping away from each other, becoming naught but sensation and the pure void of pleasure and nothingness.
As Kuronue expected it was powerful and blissfully numbing.
Then, back to earth they came. Opening their eyes and panting heavily, twitching and wonderfully lethargic.
Youko moaned quietly once more, shifting a little, slipping and falling against Kuronue’s chest.
Making no move to pull his cock from Youko, Kuronue smiled. And then scowled. “Fucking hell, you bitch.”
Youko chuckled. “No one ignores me in favor of work.”
Kuronue rolled his eyes and thumped him against his ribs. “Now we have less time.”
The End