Break the rules [Chapter 12]
Title: Break the rules
Chapter: 12/?
Genre: Ship/Romance, angst, fluff, smut, humor.
Warnings: Manxman. Smex. Fluff.
Ratings: NC-17
Pairings: AoixUruha (ReitaxRuki)
Disclaimer: I only own my imagination ♪
Synopsis: Long lasting sex games are addicting. Follow the rules and be safe. Break them and see the consequences.
Comments: Oooi 12th ~~ I guess many people were waiting for this. *grins*
- Ah? What are you doing here? You were supposed to be with Uruha and Aoi.
Reita smirked, closing the door behind him.
- I'm still with them, left my double there.
Ruki shook his head and sat heavily on his couch, putting his laptop on his lap, ignoring the bassist.
- What are you doing?
- I'm getting hit on, since I am oh so lonely.
- Oh I knew this little call wasn't so innocent...
Ruki glanced at Reita from the couch, playing dumb.
- It's forbidden to call you now?
- I never said so.
- Fine.
Reita sighed at the tone of Ruki's voice. It was exactly what he was dreading on the way of the singer's appartment, that sarcastic deep tone he always used when something wasn't going according to his own rules. But this time, it was the way Reita had talked to him, as if he was implying that he got disturbed by his call. Offended, Ruki thought that he would make his best to take revenge on him and decided to give Reita a hard time.
But then the bassist sat beside him, closing the laptop, distrustful and put a finger under Ruki's chin, drowning in his eyes.
- Why are you taking to heart my failed attempt to be funny?
Ruki was swearing after himself. This Reita...He was redoutable.
- Ok...Seems like I'm the only one up for a discussion. Well, I'm not going to beat around the bush so listen.
As he said so, he entwined his fingers with Ruki's, his heart beating faster. The other's gaze wasn't leaving their holding hands, probably hit by some guilt-feelings now.
- I'm not gifted with those kind of things, I mean...Telling honestly what I think, because I'm always so embarassed with those emotions.
Reita paused, took a deep breath, a bit hesitant.
- Well so, you know Ruki I care for you. I can be stupid because...Because I'm not sure how I should behave with you now we're close like this, and I can't guess what's in your mind if you don't tell me. Just like tonight. I'm lucky because I knew you as a friend already but it's not an excuse...Being a...Couple leads to different situations right? Like this, we should be honest to each other.
The other didn't give any reaction, and seemed completely lost in his own world.
- Beside, do you realize you got macho man in your bed?
His cheeks thrusted out as he was smiling, and it was as if a hundred fireworks exploded inside Reita's chest. He did it! He made smile his grumpy lover! He thought that he deserved some medal and imagined himself shaking the hand of the Japanese Prime Minister for serving his country and...
Ruki's lips against his own, he smiled in the kiss, holding the other tightly. Finally, this was better than any reward...
~
- See? It's better than this futon.
The blond merely smiled.
- It's just that after everything...I don't want to lose your friendship once again.
Aoi looked away, those beautiful brown eyes were bewitching.
- You never lost it. And we shared a bed enough times in the past to be embarassed, don't you think so?
Uruha nodded, his hand resting under his cheek now.
- It's a bit weird though...We never really slept together like this.
Aoi glanced at the blond, a smile redeable on his lips.
- Ah, you mean without...?
- Just say it you look like a teen!
And Aoi started to sing out loud:
- Sex, sex, sex, sex, sex!
Uruha laughed and poked his cheek for him to stop. He avoided his hand, showing strands of dark hair:
- I just didn't want to embarass you, you look like a virgin...
Then Aoi could see the pout on Uruha's lips and couldn't help but to chuckle childishly.
- Just look at yourself Uruha, you're almost falling off your bed.
- It's because I'm around you!
- I only do something if it's mutual. And you're confident about yourself too.
- You proved me I can...
Aoi's gaze locked with Uruha's.
- Anybody would. Man or woman.
Here we lay face to face and I wonder who will be the first to...
Uruha replied nothing. And nothing seemed to cross his mind but feelings of contentment. Aoi's stare had always flattered him...Anywhere, when they were locked in a room together, when they were on stage, during a photoshot, when they were recording...Anywhere. Many people would look at him lustfully and Uruha would find them disgusting. But Aoi...He needed to be desired by him, he wanted Aoi to see nothing but him. No matter this stupid make-up woman, no matter anybody.
I don't care about them. Just about you.
Uruha turned around on his stomach, still quiet. Aoi closed his eyes. He felt the other moving a little, the mattress sank just beside his shoulder and when he opened his eyes again, he could see Uruha's face, over him, resting on his elbows. The hot breath against his mouth...Both tilting their head, a small matter of inches to make their lips meet. They looked into each other's eyes in a silence of awkwardness and down on to the lips, like a wary. Who will try first to make a real move?
He got closer first so...
In one swift move, Aoi hooked his arms around Uruha's neck and pulled him into his face, and their mouths met. Brushing, pressing hard, and a pause to inhale each other's breath and countless soft kisses and a last languid kiss, lips slidding perfectly against each other's because moist and both breaking out into a smile.
- Say something before we can't take back what is going to happen...
One more long kiss, a flick of his tongue inside Uruha's mouth, brushing quickly against his's, a short gentle touch. Enough to excite, to tease. Enough to crave more.
- I wouldn't regret anything...
Uruha just smiled before Aoi pushed him on his back, ravishing him with his mouth, with his tongue caressing playfully his lips and then meeting his twin, sensually. Aoi's hand was stroking the warm skin under his tee-shirt, causing shivers of pleasure to run along his flank and Uruha moaned into the kiss.
They could hear the wind blowing strongly outside. Raindrops.
Fingers slow. A score they knew to play by heart. Too many memories. Too many nights. Both enjoying the feeling again. No words because it would betray their mind. Locked inside. The silence was protecting them. All they could express were those touches, those kisses, those breaths.
They were both disclosing their desires.
Aoi's fingers were reacquainting themselves with his body, the curves he could draw eyes closed...Their world was reduced to sensations and the senses needed for this dance, exacerbated. Uruha whimpered as Aoi pressed onto him. And the blond forced him to sat, their lips never parting. He hitched up Aoi's shirt, breaking the kiss unwillingly:
- Aoi...Clothes...
Husky voice, he was already losing his mind and it was all he could say. Aoi let him take his tee-shirt off, then ready to undress him too, with quick and desperate movements. They reached this point where the need was so unbearable that they were in a hurry, as if the world would end now, just now, as if they had only few minutes left to taste each other a last time. The dark haired threw Uruha's top somewhere, not caring about such a detail but about how good it felt to have Uruha's skin against his. The blond was on his lap, in the opposite side of the pillows, their bulges brushing softly with every movements. Their kisses were filled with a burning passion, with moans and loud breaths, Aoi's hands stroking the soft back and Uruha's fingers messing the raven hair lovingly.
It's burning...Burning...Inside...
Aoi's hand slidded between the skin and the last barrier of fabric, massaging the rounded butt, arousing the other in his embrace a bit more, if he could ever reach a higher level of sexual desire.
The only reason why they weren't naked yet was the regretting perspective of being forced to part with his each other briefly. The feeling was too good. But they were conscious that doing this will lead them to more pleasures. And, the heart wasn't in it but they finally agreed that it was time to surrender, not only to take off their underwears but maybe to forget the past weeks spent in denial. They both lied to each other and to themselves. And it was time for this truth to come out, yes, they missed the lust.
Uruha took advantage of the short break to open the drawer of his nightstand and grabbed the lube with a devious smile before he ensconced back in Aoi's lap, thinking that the place fitted him in any possible ways. It was right. It felt right there. And he shivered as Aoi was nibbling his neck and collarbone generously, their crotch so close that the smaller brush or touch made them moan. He felt the wet line he drew along his neck, heading on his earlobe and sucking it desperatly. Instantly Uruha's nails digged gently in Aoi's arms, eyes shut and an irresistible need to press his head more against the warm mouth and tongue. Out of breath, Aoi backed a little, blowing against the wet skin and felt the body against him shuddering. And a fever took hold of Uruha, desiring the sinful mouth of Aoi, pulling him into a frantic kiss while his nimble fingers teased and pinched the nipples. The loud groan was muffled against Uruha's lips, Aoi's hand left his waist, groping around them on the blankets, quickly. Uruha's lips left his mouth and he heard his small laugh. The blonde pressed his body onto him, more, and his hand seemed to reach something behind Aoi's back. Uruha then stroked the dark haired's cheek with the lubricant tube in a mischievous smile.
- You were looking for this?
He heard a chuckle in answer.
- Lie on me...
Uruha shivered at the deep tone of Aoi's voice, obeying, pushing gently Aoi on the mattress. They shared a heated kiss as the blond was rubbing softly his erection on Aoi's, soft whimpers refleting the pleasure the friction made to them. When the lips parted and Aoi's fingers lubed, Uruha raised himself up a little on his knees, staring lustfully at the man underneath him and gasped as he felt a fresh wetness stroking the hole, pressing his cheek onto Aoi's neck. His breath quickened when he felt the finger sliding in, smoothly and the only reaction he had, despite whimpering, was to steal the lips, those lips he craved for so long...Out of breath he pulled away.
- When was the last time you...?
Uruha was so lost into the good sensation that he nearly ignored the dark haired, the finger going deeper and deeper.
- Can't believe you ask...
Aoi chuckled against the plump mouth, their foreheads stuck.
- Because you're so tight.
The blond moaned as a second finger penetrated him. He had understood the question pretty well and it offended him a bit that the other could even imagine him sleeping with someone else after their argument. He made the mistake once and it was enough.
- Fuck Aoi, you're the last one who had me.
Toes curling against the pillow, pushing it against the headboard, Uruha was already lost in the beginnings of his bliss. And someone's pride was at its highest. He replied nothing though, too afraid it would end their little reunion before its better part and because he knew they would eventually have time to discuss about what happened few weeks ago.
- It's insulting you even doubted.
Aoi left moist and smooth kisses around Uruha's mouth, whispering warmly:
- I just thought I wasn't good enough at pleasing you.
The third finger at last, Uruha bite softly Aoi's lower lip, sucking it and fighting against the need to focus only on the pleasure.
- Aoi...It was a mistake. A fucking mistake. And I wouldn't be literally fucked by your fingers now if I was thinking you aren't good enough.
Uruha spoke difficultly, holding back a urge to moan out loud and gasped as Aoi's slided his fingers out. The blond caught his breath while his hand started to stroked Aoi's hard member at a slow pace . The dark haired pressed a palm against the back of Uruha's neck, devouring his mouth and parted enough to say, his voice shaking a bit:
- Let me show you I still am.
Uruha smiled, rubbing his cheek on the sensual lips:
- Please do...
The hips lowered onto Aoi's erection, groaning in unison, warm hands around the thin waist, others flat on the flawless chest underneath. Uruha started to roll his hips graciously, his eyes locked with Aoi, holding back the need to close them. He could see the other grinning, his mouth softly parting from where escaped whimpers. Their pace was slow, and it was how they needed it at first, reaccustoming to the sensations, a slow climb to a promised nirvana...
- I like it when you ride me.
Uruha laughed, moving skillfully and started to give few strokes along Aoi's arm, admiring their shape and moaned a little as he was softly touching his spot now. The pace speeded up and Aoi admired the way the blond hair were swaying, the expressions on Uruha's face, the way he could bite his lip, the sound of his deep moans. He needed him closer, and drew Uruha to himself, stopping him to move a little. And the blond found himself now on his back, grinning widely at the dark beauty upon him.
- I want you so bad...I can't...
Uruha pressed his hips on to Aoi's, urging him to thrust, holding him tight and muffling every steamy sound against the other's lips as he started hard.
- You know what?
Aoi groaned against Uruha's jaw.
- Tell me...
A loud moan as his prostate was now flawlessly hit.
- We should give up the band...
Another cry of pleasure, both clinging to each other desperatly.
- And become porn actors.
The bed squeaking, their skin slapping, and their laughs filled the room. They couldn't taste each other enough, their lips kissing messily...The frantic pace now meant that they would both taste the release soon.
I want this to never end but...I want to feel the last...
- Aoi...
Uruha was breathing him. And started to moan against his mouth, pulling away to express that he reached his climax, the hot fluid against his stomach being an obvious proof. But even tired it didn't prevent him to still hold Aoi tightly, to savour the last effects of his pleasure slowly disappearing, to enjoy the groans above him, and the desperation easily detectable in Aoi's last thrusts. They were short and quick and suddenly the blond felt the body against him tensing, Aoi filling him in a deep moan, shuddering as he was sliding out.
He caught his breath, still on his knees, head bending while Uruha's hands were caressing his dark hair with a smile. Finally after a little while Aoi raised his head and chuckled.
- You would have missed this if you had stayed in your wonderful futon...
Uruha laughed, like inebriated by the sex they just had.
- But you made a mess of me.
Aoi glanced at his stomach with an impish smile and heard a gasp as soon as his tongue slided down Uruha's seed and then kissed him, languidly. Uruha moaned into the kiss tasting his release, aroused by Aoi's little show...
Wiped and sleepy, Uruha was stroking Aoi's waist, nuzzling against his chest and he could feel the strong arms embracing him. Heartbeats now regular, slow breaths...
- Aoi?
In response the dark haired wailed, completely relaxed now that he was slowly falling into sleep.
- I missed this...
He smiled, kissing the blond hair.
- Me too.
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I was going to get crazy writing this, I mean, the smut because I wanted something new in the background, and nothing could have my satisfaction. Nothing fitted the scene. So...I wrote in silence, how boring XD (Also...I had a hard time writing the end of the scene, they didn't want to end their fucking smex scene...Seems like they both missed each other really...XD)
Now you can lick my feet, give me a crown, chocolate or anything cuz PORN. Only kidding but I know many of you were craving smex between them (It's ok I mean EVEN THE WRITER!!) . I can totally picture Uruha saying DOUZO in a super smexy way...Ohmy...Deprived my readers.
Chapter: 12/?
Genre: Ship/Romance, angst, fluff, smut, humor.
Warnings: Manxman. Smex. Fluff.
Ratings: NC-17
Pairings: AoixUruha (ReitaxRuki)
Disclaimer: I only own my imagination ♪
Synopsis: Long lasting sex games are addicting. Follow the rules and be safe. Break them and see the consequences.
Comments: Oooi 12th ~~ I guess many people were waiting for this. *grins*
- Ah? What are you doing here? You were supposed to be with Uruha and Aoi.
Reita smirked, closing the door behind him.
- I'm still with them, left my double there.
Ruki shook his head and sat heavily on his couch, putting his laptop on his lap, ignoring the bassist.
- What are you doing?
- I'm getting hit on, since I am oh so lonely.
- Oh I knew this little call wasn't so innocent...
Ruki glanced at Reita from the couch, playing dumb.
- It's forbidden to call you now?
- I never said so.
- Fine.
Reita sighed at the tone of Ruki's voice. It was exactly what he was dreading on the way of the singer's appartment, that sarcastic deep tone he always used when something wasn't going according to his own rules. But this time, it was the way Reita had talked to him, as if he was implying that he got disturbed by his call. Offended, Ruki thought that he would make his best to take revenge on him and decided to give Reita a hard time.
But then the bassist sat beside him, closing the laptop, distrustful and put a finger under Ruki's chin, drowning in his eyes.
- Why are you taking to heart my failed attempt to be funny?
Ruki was swearing after himself. This Reita...He was redoutable.
- Ok...Seems like I'm the only one up for a discussion. Well, I'm not going to beat around the bush so listen.
As he said so, he entwined his fingers with Ruki's, his heart beating faster. The other's gaze wasn't leaving their holding hands, probably hit by some guilt-feelings now.
- I'm not gifted with those kind of things, I mean...Telling honestly what I think, because I'm always so embarassed with those emotions.
Reita paused, took a deep breath, a bit hesitant.
- Well so, you know Ruki I care for you. I can be stupid because...Because I'm not sure how I should behave with you now we're close like this, and I can't guess what's in your mind if you don't tell me. Just like tonight. I'm lucky because I knew you as a friend already but it's not an excuse...Being a...Couple leads to different situations right? Like this, we should be honest to each other.
The other didn't give any reaction, and seemed completely lost in his own world.
- Beside, do you realize you got macho man in your bed?
His cheeks thrusted out as he was smiling, and it was as if a hundred fireworks exploded inside Reita's chest. He did it! He made smile his grumpy lover! He thought that he deserved some medal and imagined himself shaking the hand of the Japanese Prime Minister for serving his country and...
Ruki's lips against his own, he smiled in the kiss, holding the other tightly. Finally, this was better than any reward...
~
- See? It's better than this futon.
The blond merely smiled.
- It's just that after everything...I don't want to lose your friendship once again.
Aoi looked away, those beautiful brown eyes were bewitching.
- You never lost it. And we shared a bed enough times in the past to be embarassed, don't you think so?
Uruha nodded, his hand resting under his cheek now.
- It's a bit weird though...We never really slept together like this.
Aoi glanced at the blond, a smile redeable on his lips.
- Ah, you mean without...?
- Just say it you look like a teen!
And Aoi started to sing out loud:
- Sex, sex, sex, sex, sex!
Uruha laughed and poked his cheek for him to stop. He avoided his hand, showing strands of dark hair:
- I just didn't want to embarass you, you look like a virgin...
Then Aoi could see the pout on Uruha's lips and couldn't help but to chuckle childishly.
- Just look at yourself Uruha, you're almost falling off your bed.
- It's because I'm around you!
- I only do something if it's mutual. And you're confident about yourself too.
- You proved me I can...
Aoi's gaze locked with Uruha's.
- Anybody would. Man or woman.
Here we lay face to face and I wonder who will be the first to...
Uruha replied nothing. And nothing seemed to cross his mind but feelings of contentment. Aoi's stare had always flattered him...Anywhere, when they were locked in a room together, when they were on stage, during a photoshot, when they were recording...Anywhere. Many people would look at him lustfully and Uruha would find them disgusting. But Aoi...He needed to be desired by him, he wanted Aoi to see nothing but him. No matter this stupid make-up woman, no matter anybody.
I don't care about them. Just about you.
Uruha turned around on his stomach, still quiet. Aoi closed his eyes. He felt the other moving a little, the mattress sank just beside his shoulder and when he opened his eyes again, he could see Uruha's face, over him, resting on his elbows. The hot breath against his mouth...Both tilting their head, a small matter of inches to make their lips meet. They looked into each other's eyes in a silence of awkwardness and down on to the lips, like a wary. Who will try first to make a real move?
He got closer first so...
In one swift move, Aoi hooked his arms around Uruha's neck and pulled him into his face, and their mouths met. Brushing, pressing hard, and a pause to inhale each other's breath and countless soft kisses and a last languid kiss, lips slidding perfectly against each other's because moist and both breaking out into a smile.
- Say something before we can't take back what is going to happen...
One more long kiss, a flick of his tongue inside Uruha's mouth, brushing quickly against his's, a short gentle touch. Enough to excite, to tease. Enough to crave more.
- I wouldn't regret anything...
Uruha just smiled before Aoi pushed him on his back, ravishing him with his mouth, with his tongue caressing playfully his lips and then meeting his twin, sensually. Aoi's hand was stroking the warm skin under his tee-shirt, causing shivers of pleasure to run along his flank and Uruha moaned into the kiss.
They could hear the wind blowing strongly outside. Raindrops.
Fingers slow. A score they knew to play by heart. Too many memories. Too many nights. Both enjoying the feeling again. No words because it would betray their mind. Locked inside. The silence was protecting them. All they could express were those touches, those kisses, those breaths.
They were both disclosing their desires.
Aoi's fingers were reacquainting themselves with his body, the curves he could draw eyes closed...Their world was reduced to sensations and the senses needed for this dance, exacerbated. Uruha whimpered as Aoi pressed onto him. And the blond forced him to sat, their lips never parting. He hitched up Aoi's shirt, breaking the kiss unwillingly:
- Aoi...Clothes...
Husky voice, he was already losing his mind and it was all he could say. Aoi let him take his tee-shirt off, then ready to undress him too, with quick and desperate movements. They reached this point where the need was so unbearable that they were in a hurry, as if the world would end now, just now, as if they had only few minutes left to taste each other a last time. The dark haired threw Uruha's top somewhere, not caring about such a detail but about how good it felt to have Uruha's skin against his. The blond was on his lap, in the opposite side of the pillows, their bulges brushing softly with every movements. Their kisses were filled with a burning passion, with moans and loud breaths, Aoi's hands stroking the soft back and Uruha's fingers messing the raven hair lovingly.
It's burning...Burning...Inside...
Aoi's hand slidded between the skin and the last barrier of fabric, massaging the rounded butt, arousing the other in his embrace a bit more, if he could ever reach a higher level of sexual desire.
The only reason why they weren't naked yet was the regretting perspective of being forced to part with his each other briefly. The feeling was too good. But they were conscious that doing this will lead them to more pleasures. And, the heart wasn't in it but they finally agreed that it was time to surrender, not only to take off their underwears but maybe to forget the past weeks spent in denial. They both lied to each other and to themselves. And it was time for this truth to come out, yes, they missed the lust.
Uruha took advantage of the short break to open the drawer of his nightstand and grabbed the lube with a devious smile before he ensconced back in Aoi's lap, thinking that the place fitted him in any possible ways. It was right. It felt right there. And he shivered as Aoi was nibbling his neck and collarbone generously, their crotch so close that the smaller brush or touch made them moan. He felt the wet line he drew along his neck, heading on his earlobe and sucking it desperatly. Instantly Uruha's nails digged gently in Aoi's arms, eyes shut and an irresistible need to press his head more against the warm mouth and tongue. Out of breath, Aoi backed a little, blowing against the wet skin and felt the body against him shuddering. And a fever took hold of Uruha, desiring the sinful mouth of Aoi, pulling him into a frantic kiss while his nimble fingers teased and pinched the nipples. The loud groan was muffled against Uruha's lips, Aoi's hand left his waist, groping around them on the blankets, quickly. Uruha's lips left his mouth and he heard his small laugh. The blonde pressed his body onto him, more, and his hand seemed to reach something behind Aoi's back. Uruha then stroked the dark haired's cheek with the lubricant tube in a mischievous smile.
- You were looking for this?
He heard a chuckle in answer.
- Lie on me...
Uruha shivered at the deep tone of Aoi's voice, obeying, pushing gently Aoi on the mattress. They shared a heated kiss as the blond was rubbing softly his erection on Aoi's, soft whimpers refleting the pleasure the friction made to them. When the lips parted and Aoi's fingers lubed, Uruha raised himself up a little on his knees, staring lustfully at the man underneath him and gasped as he felt a fresh wetness stroking the hole, pressing his cheek onto Aoi's neck. His breath quickened when he felt the finger sliding in, smoothly and the only reaction he had, despite whimpering, was to steal the lips, those lips he craved for so long...Out of breath he pulled away.
- When was the last time you...?
Uruha was so lost into the good sensation that he nearly ignored the dark haired, the finger going deeper and deeper.
- Can't believe you ask...
Aoi chuckled against the plump mouth, their foreheads stuck.
- Because you're so tight.
The blond moaned as a second finger penetrated him. He had understood the question pretty well and it offended him a bit that the other could even imagine him sleeping with someone else after their argument. He made the mistake once and it was enough.
- Fuck Aoi, you're the last one who had me.
Toes curling against the pillow, pushing it against the headboard, Uruha was already lost in the beginnings of his bliss. And someone's pride was at its highest. He replied nothing though, too afraid it would end their little reunion before its better part and because he knew they would eventually have time to discuss about what happened few weeks ago.
- It's insulting you even doubted.
Aoi left moist and smooth kisses around Uruha's mouth, whispering warmly:
- I just thought I wasn't good enough at pleasing you.
The third finger at last, Uruha bite softly Aoi's lower lip, sucking it and fighting against the need to focus only on the pleasure.
- Aoi...It was a mistake. A fucking mistake. And I wouldn't be literally fucked by your fingers now if I was thinking you aren't good enough.
Uruha spoke difficultly, holding back a urge to moan out loud and gasped as Aoi's slided his fingers out. The blond caught his breath while his hand started to stroked Aoi's hard member at a slow pace . The dark haired pressed a palm against the back of Uruha's neck, devouring his mouth and parted enough to say, his voice shaking a bit:
- Let me show you I still am.
Uruha smiled, rubbing his cheek on the sensual lips:
- Please do...
The hips lowered onto Aoi's erection, groaning in unison, warm hands around the thin waist, others flat on the flawless chest underneath. Uruha started to roll his hips graciously, his eyes locked with Aoi, holding back the need to close them. He could see the other grinning, his mouth softly parting from where escaped whimpers. Their pace was slow, and it was how they needed it at first, reaccustoming to the sensations, a slow climb to a promised nirvana...
- I like it when you ride me.
Uruha laughed, moving skillfully and started to give few strokes along Aoi's arm, admiring their shape and moaned a little as he was softly touching his spot now. The pace speeded up and Aoi admired the way the blond hair were swaying, the expressions on Uruha's face, the way he could bite his lip, the sound of his deep moans. He needed him closer, and drew Uruha to himself, stopping him to move a little. And the blond found himself now on his back, grinning widely at the dark beauty upon him.
- I want you so bad...I can't...
Uruha pressed his hips on to Aoi's, urging him to thrust, holding him tight and muffling every steamy sound against the other's lips as he started hard.
- You know what?
Aoi groaned against Uruha's jaw.
- Tell me...
A loud moan as his prostate was now flawlessly hit.
- We should give up the band...
Another cry of pleasure, both clinging to each other desperatly.
- And become porn actors.
The bed squeaking, their skin slapping, and their laughs filled the room. They couldn't taste each other enough, their lips kissing messily...The frantic pace now meant that they would both taste the release soon.
I want this to never end but...I want to feel the last...
- Aoi...
Uruha was breathing him. And started to moan against his mouth, pulling away to express that he reached his climax, the hot fluid against his stomach being an obvious proof. But even tired it didn't prevent him to still hold Aoi tightly, to savour the last effects of his pleasure slowly disappearing, to enjoy the groans above him, and the desperation easily detectable in Aoi's last thrusts. They were short and quick and suddenly the blond felt the body against him tensing, Aoi filling him in a deep moan, shuddering as he was sliding out.
He caught his breath, still on his knees, head bending while Uruha's hands were caressing his dark hair with a smile. Finally after a little while Aoi raised his head and chuckled.
- You would have missed this if you had stayed in your wonderful futon...
Uruha laughed, like inebriated by the sex they just had.
- But you made a mess of me.
Aoi glanced at his stomach with an impish smile and heard a gasp as soon as his tongue slided down Uruha's seed and then kissed him, languidly. Uruha moaned into the kiss tasting his release, aroused by Aoi's little show...
Wiped and sleepy, Uruha was stroking Aoi's waist, nuzzling against his chest and he could feel the strong arms embracing him. Heartbeats now regular, slow breaths...
- Aoi?
In response the dark haired wailed, completely relaxed now that he was slowly falling into sleep.
- I missed this...
He smiled, kissing the blond hair.
- Me too.
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I was going to get crazy writing this, I mean, the smut because I wanted something new in the background, and nothing could have my satisfaction. Nothing fitted the scene. So...I wrote in silence, how boring XD (Also...I had a hard time writing the end of the scene, they didn't want to end their fucking smex scene...Seems like they both missed each other really...XD)
Now you can lick my feet, give me a crown, chocolate or anything cuz PORN. Only kidding but I know many of you were craving smex between them (It's ok I mean EVEN THE WRITER!!) . I can totally picture Uruha saying DOUZO in a super smexy way...Ohmy...Deprived my readers.