Break the rules [Chapter 17]
Title: Break the rules
Chapter: 17/20(?)
Genre: Ship/Romance, angst, fluff, smut, humor.
Warnings: Smut. Sexual Intercourse. Angst.
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: ~ ♫
Uruha was staring at his book, trapped in the flow of the story when the door was being opened and someone appeared, elegantly dressed, a long black coat swaying with his movements.
- Imagine a perfect stranger would have barged in instead of me.
Aoi's giggles echoed in the living-room and Uruha grinned, looking at him getting rid off his shoes in the entrance. He said nothing though, focusing on the book he was holding and it irritated Aoi too quickly. The dark haired came closer, coughed on purpose but Uruha kept on ignoring him.
- The sight of the most handsome guitarist of the country is more interesting than your book?
The blond remained expressionless.
- I'm reading the most interesting book of the country.
Aoi held back a laugh and shook his head, thinking about another plan to make Uruha surrender. Hips wiggling to get Uruha's attention didn't seem to work.
- This book is still interesting?
But the other stayed quiet so he started to unbutton his shirt all the way, offering Uruha a nice view on his chest, bending down over the couch, his hands helping him not to fall on his bandmate.
- And now?
Finally Uruha looked up at him through his glasses, their faces close and he sighed.
- Let me read please.
- It's boring, I have something better for you.
The blond avoided a kiss, determined to push Aoi over the edge.
- Aoi...Let me read.
The dark haired stood up straight and crossed his arms.
- Why are you reading a book about the Edo era?
- It's interesting, I couldn't go to university and it's never too late to learn.
Aoi snickered and teased:
- Something like glasses make you look smarter?
And he realized he shouldn't have told him this as again, Uruha showed coldness.
- Ah sorry Ruha but really, I didn't come to look at you reading, and you know it...
Uruha's eyes didn't leave the sight of his book:
- Then cook for us. You know the place, make yourself at home Aoi. My kitchen's horny for you.
Aoi chuckled, shaking his head and said while walking away:
- At least something is horny for me.
He opened the cupboards, looking at the kind of food Uruha had when he heard his voice coming from the living-room:
- Cook me your speciality!
Aoi grinned, amused and told himself he would definitely fulfill Uruha's desires.
Few minutes later, Uruha heard the other yelling from his kitchen that the dinner was ready. The blond raised an eyebrow, suspicious, closed his book and checked the clock. Aoi had been gone only for fifteen minutes so how did he manage to cook anything in such a short amount of time? The blond finally left his comfortable couch and appeared at the door frame, mefiant, staring at Aoi's sweet smile who was in front of the counter, hiding the meal.
- What did you cook?
And then...Aoi pushed himself away a little to show two bowls.
- Rice.
Uruha didn't laugh directly. His brain needed to analyze this single word, useless though, but he thought at first Aoi was about to show what would go with the rice but nothing seemed to happen.
- Are you joking?
- I'm fucking serious. Boiled rice is my speciality!
And then, Uruha couldn't take it anymore and burst into laughter.
- Aoi! How can you pretend it's your speciality? I expected a real meal!
The dark haired seemed a bit offended and he started to make some gestures like a stewardess in a plane:
- It requires few efforts you know. You have to pour the rice here, to put the right amount of water and then you have to press this button. It's my speciality, I do this very well.
Uruha laughed, coming closer.
- Ok, I guess I have to make some curry to go with it.
Which words made Aoi smirking and the blond frowned, distrustful:
- Wait...Don't tell me you cooked rice on purpose?
Aoi bite his lower lip with an evil smile and avoided the dish towel Uruha just threw at him as a revenge.
- I like your curry too much!
- I can't believe it!
The dark haired pouted:
- I'd be nicer if I were you.
- Why?
Aoi started to pace up and down, looking at the ground, his arms crossed, smiling because he knew he would get what he wanted.
- Hm...Because there's a bottle of Moët & Chandon somewhere, for you and me, for our...Yeah for our dessert.
Uruha chuckled.
- Are you trying to buy me with some alcohol?
Aoi stopped, leaning against the counter with a wide smile:
- Maybe. And it's not some alcohol. It's Moët okay? Your beloved champagne. And, it's an arrangement...I want your curry, you want my champagne, then we have sex and everybody's happy. You're in it?
Uruha stayed quiet few seconds and finally agreed.
- That seems fair. Now get out of here I have a curry to cook and make sure I'll have my Moët or I'll kick you out before you could smell anything or touch my body.
The dark haired exulted and replied:
- Oh and Uruha, don't forget to...
His bandmate interrupted him, shaking a hand in the air while he was looking for few items:
- To cook with love yeah!
Aoi laughed and left the place to grab the forlon champagne bottle abandoned on the passenger sit of his car. Uruha smiled because tonight it was definitely something he would do, to cook with love for Aoi...
A tipsy Uruha was working on pleasuring Aoi on the carpet of his living-room, both stark naked. The blond was slowly rolling the tip of his tongue over his cock, hot breath blowing on it at the same time, before letting it slide down. Uruha could see how the other enjoyed it, his stomach moving along with his tongue, up and down, up and down...
When the blond wrapped his lips tightly around Aoi, the other moaned out with pleasure.
- Ruha...
The blond's nails were digging into the skin of his hips, and he was determined to stay slow at first.
- You like this, don't you curry lover?
The tone of Uruha's voice had been so teasing and he heard Aoi's laugh rewarding him but then he groaned as the other's full lips were back around his erection.
- You know I do. I love your mouth.
Uruha couldn't tell if it was Aoi's moaning voice or the compliment that turned him on more, but he wanted to show him his mouth could send him in another world, the one they both practically never stopped to visit together with their game.
His pace increased and with them the sound of Aoi's moans and breaths, until he deep throated him. There, Aoi was held firmly by Uruha, so he would keep the control, preventing the other's hips to thrust onto his mouth desperatly. It was one of the rare moments the blond was showing Aoi some dominance, and the dark haired would always submit to him because Uruha knew him, knew what kind of things he enjoyed in bed. Uruha in those moments was the master and he would give him the chance to show that he was able to be, more than just a submissive partner. All Aoi could do was to groan until a warm hot flush of liquid pumped down Uruha's throat, rewarding him for his good job. The dark haired moaned loudly, and Uruha lingered there, sucking off completely the head of Aoi's cock while he could feel his thighs trembling slightly under his hands.
The blond smiled lustfully, letting Aoi slip from his mouth, licking off the taste of him on his lips, his fingertips dancing on Aoi's groins while thisone was recovering from his orgasm, eyes closed and his stomach slightly damp. Suddenly Aoi caught Uruha's wrist and made him lie down on him, kissing him languidly, their tongues stroking each other slowly. The dark haired almost whimpered when Uruha left his lips and when he couldn't feel his warm body pressing against him anymore. He sat up, resting on his hands and saw Uruha taking the bottle of champagne on the table of his living-room with their glasses, a wide grin across his face, and came back, putting them down beside them on the carpet, straddling Aoi and pouring himself a new glass of his favourite drink.
Aoi laughed:
- Come on I don't want you to get drunk!
Uruha leaned against Aoi's chest, pressing a finger against Aoi's full lips with a smile:
- Shh, let me drink if you want me. You ate my curry, I'm drinking my promised Moët.
Aoi kissed him, then stopped and looked around them, concentrated on something that was going on inside his head and finally smirked.
- What?
He smiled more widely and said:
- Lie here.
And he stole Uruha's lips again, slowly and languidly and the other moaned a little in the kiss as Aoi's hand was sliding down his chest.
- How can I obey when you're doing this...
Aoi allowed then the blond to leave his lap and Uruha sat, a bit perplex because Aoi had still this wide suspicious smile. Aoi sat astride him and he whispered:
- You'll like this.
Uruha's laugh resonated around them, his drunk laugh Aoi had always loved, weirdly.
They both giggled and Uruha found himself back against the carpet, a very seductive brunette staring at him in a way that wasn't innocent at all. Then he saw him taking the full glass of champagne and he heard his voice:
- Don't move too much okay?
Uruha frowned and nodded, and gasped as Aoi was pouring a little amount of champagne on his chest, the cold liquid making him breathing quickly before Aoi's tongue licked and sipped the alcohol, warming up his skin. Loud whines were passing Uruha's lips, eyes closed, completely lost in the bliss, fingers messing Aoi's dark hair.
- You're fucking crazy...
Aoi chuckled and his mouth left the skin to pour more champagne, concentrating on the nipples, a sensitive part where Uruha particularly liked to be teased.
- If it was me doing this, you'd be shouting at me for your carpet.
The dark haired pulled away regretfully to reply:
- You know me too much it's not funny anymore.
Uruha bite his lower lip enviously as Aoi was taking one of his nipple between his teeth.
- I don't...Really like this carpet anyway.
Aoi choked his laugh against Uruha's chest to soon lose his mind on Uruha. He loved his scent and the taste of him was definitely sweet, and he would lick and suck his smooth skin for hours if it was possible. While he was reaping Uruha's moans, he could feel his fingers travelling on his bare shoulders and arms, slowly, his nails never digging there completely but enough to send shivers all over his spine.
- I really like your idea...We should try with some curry.
Aoi burst into laughter and contaminated Uruha.
- It's not sexy at all.
- But tasty!
The dark haired started again to swirl his tongue around the taut nipples and Uruha shuddered, lost in a sheer pleasure. Aoi knew his weak point and it was crazy how the man could still make him lose his mind, everytime.
- If you could see how gorgeous you are right now.
An inebriated Uruha raised his head, grinning and sat up to crush his lips on his with such intensity that Aoi could hardly stifle the gasp.
- I want to taste you too...
Uruha was brushing his mouth against Aoi's and the dark haired felt his whole body reacting to the tenderness the blond was gifting him.
- Me or Moët?
Uruha giggled, taking his glass of champagne in one hand. Aoi watched attentively and saw him soaking his forefinger in the fizzy drink and trembled when Uruha then used it to draw a wet line on his collarbone, with an impish smile. The blond leaned in his embrace to lick it lovingly, and Aoi closed his eyes, his head resting slightly against Uruha's, soft sighs passing his lips as the tongue never stopped to trail over the skin of his neck now. The blond finally stopped and Aoi chortled as he saw him taking a sip of champagne. Uruha's lips met his and when he opened his mouth to taste him, Aoi felt the champagne he was pouring into his mouth in their kiss. Trickles of this honey coloured liquid were leaking from their glued lips to their neck until Aoi parted to swallow the little present he just received. Champagne from Uruha's mouth. The gesture turned him on completely and he felt something hardening again, and according to what was pressing against his stomach, Uruha was in a same state. They shared a messy kiss, rough strokes of their tongues, the need was unbearable.
- I want you now.
Aoi's hot breath was blowing against his full lips. Uruha smiled, his back a bit sore from the position, the other still straddling him.
- So take me in a bath now.
No need to linger on the carpet, Aoi was already on his feet, helping Uruha to get up and his laugh followed.
- I guess I have the patterns of the carpet printed on my ass.
Aoi let him pass by him on their way to the bathroom and allowed his hand to touch Uruha's butt and chuckled.
- Your ass is still perfect, don't worry.
Uruha switched the light on, illuminating the whie bathroom and he tried to see the damages on the skin, showing his back to the mirror and grinned as he recognized the arabesques of his carpet now tattooed on his butt.
- I would say unique. It's a piece of art, I should exhibit it.
Aoi came in front of the blond, hands possessively gripping Uruha's waist, a smile crossing his face as he heard his laugh:
- Let me buy it for my personal collection.
- Hey, does it mean you have a row of asses somewhere and mine would join them?
The dark haired was getting the giggles and Uruha chuckled, picturing mentally the funny scene. The alcohol in their stomach seemed to affect the sexual tension now the blond's head was resting against Aoi's chest, hands on his shoulders, leaning to calm down but everytime the vision of his butt would harass his mind.
- This is so stupid.
- It's what Moët does to your brain. You must have bubbles in there now.
Uruha grinned and looked up at Aoi:
- You have them in your brain too.
The dark haired came closer and wrapped his arms around Uruha again, and his funny smile disappeared as their eyes locked, Aoi drowning into Uruha's hazel iris and Uruha into Aoi's dark ones. And the blond's hand found its way to caress the other's neck and while the space between them was shortening, and finally their lips met, something almost shy and innocent, something sweet. And soon the kisses became less probing, Aoi's hands moving over Uruha's back and butt and moaning, the blond tilted his head as kisses were spread down his neck and shoulders. The temperature in the bathroom was rising slowly, their naked bodies pressing onto each other, a desire that seemed to never decrease since their game started. And maybe they both knew that it was the feelings they developed for each other that just consolidated the lust.
The level of warm water was increasing in the ofuro*, both on their knees, facing each other, hands teasing and chest rubbing with their every movements. The only sounds echoing in the bathroom were the water flowing behind Aoi's back and their moans, their breaths. Uruha was hugging Aoi to him desperately as his fingers were working perfectly between his thighs, coaxing inside, deeply. For the dark haired nothing was better than to feel Uruha's entire body trembling from his touch, panting against his ear, holding him frantically. Uruha lifted himself a bit more on his knees to allow Aoi a better access and the dark haired then could hear a deep groan and feel Uruha tightening around his finger.
- Ah Aoi...
The dark haired looked at the flushed face of the blond, his cock twitching and devoured his lips, the moans muffled in their fiery kiss. Uruha was pleasuring the other with his hand now, impatient to finally feel him inside and Aoi made him stop after few strokes. The blond frowned and whimpered as he felt the fingers sliding out of him and he heard Aoi's voice beside his ear:
- I'm more than ready. Just hearing you, seeing you like this...
Uruha shivered and opened his eyes, suddenly realizing that he had to turn off the faucet. He leaned in Aoi's embrace and the sound of the water flowing stopped, few drops falling, disturbing the sudden heavy silence.
- How are we going to do this?
Aoi stared deep into Uruha's eyes and smiled.
- Too bad you don't have a jacuzzi. We're a bit cramped here.
Uruha's fingers stroked the other's wet chest slowly:
- You have expensive tastes Aoi.
The dark haired muffled a laugh against the full lips and said playfully:
- Expensive but good. Now turn around.
The blond grinned and obeyed, sat on his knees, his back now against Aoi's chest and closed his eyes as he felt his arms around his waist. The contact of their skin, sliding because wet, and the warm water surrounding them, there was no better setting for the blond at the moment. Then he placed his hands at the edge of the bathtub in front of him and lifted himself up on his knees, his butt almost emerging. Aoi came closer and slowly pushed his cock inside, kissing Uruha's back as this one let out a long satisfied groan, head bending upon the water.
And Aoi started with long slow motions, arms wrapped around the blond and smiled when Uruha covered one of his hand with his own, squeezing it. The clear and warm liquid was moving along with them, Uruha could hear Aoi's pleasure behind him and when he turned his head he saw his eyes closed, his parted lips and crushed his mouth onto them, a hand pushing the nape of Aoi's neck. The kiss was agressive as the dark haired increased the pace of his thrusts, responding to Uruha who had started to push back against him. The blond didn't want to leave his lips, both moaning into their wild kisses, his wet hand holding Aoi's cheek desperatly though the things were rapidly heating up and Uruha couldn't suffer the position anymore, pulling away to breath and to help himself to stay in place, holding the edge of the ofuro.
After a little while Aoi frowned as Uruha was trying to push him away:
- Wait Aoi...
Those two words had been said in a moan and the dark haired could hardly fulfill Uruha's wish, he just wanted to have him now, completely. Regretfully they parted and he heard his honeyed tone, that one he always had during sex:
- Come here, put your back against the bathtub Aoi.
He saw Uruha sitting on the edge while he was obeyeing, his cheeks flushing pink, his face damp and the tips of his blond hair slightly wet. A urge to devour him took him over and he smiled when Uruha came to straddle him. Aoi wouldn't be able to make much and it was all to the blond to pleasure them both and it aroused him more. Graciously, Uruha lifted himself up and guided Aoi inside, slowly, whimpering all the way, his eyes closed and when he felt him deeply inserted, his gaze locked with the dark haired, their lips stretching into the same smile. Aoi's hands ran over his wet back to finally rest on Uruha's hips and like a sign, the blond started to roll them onto Aoi, in a slow pace. Like this, Uruha felt better than previously, he could face Aoi, he could see him, kiss him and do anything he wanted to.
- You're beautiful.
Uruha smiled at the compliment and pressed his lips on Aoi's, arms hooked around his neck and pulled away briefly to reply:
- You know you are too.
Their lips met again, in a frenzy of desire and silent love, their breaths becoming quick as the blond's thrusts were rougher and their angles perfect, hitting that beloved spot repeatedly. Uruha pressed his cheek against Aoi's, panting, feeling the other beneath him pushing back onto him with the same desperation. And everytime Uruha could feel this utter bliss, he was contracting around Aoi and Aoi was sent in the same Heaven. The dark haired started to stroke Uruha in rythm, guessing they were both close, their mouths savouring each other again in a mess of groans and loud sighs expressing their pleasure.
Uruha reached his climax first, in a long moan, his forehead resting against Aoi's. He stopped briefly, gasping for air and didn't wait to start working his hips on Aoi's cock, determined to give his best, determined to make him come.
- Ruha...
And he thrusted himself harder, clinging to Aoi's wet body, squeezing around him, and it hit suddenly, the hot flush inside rewarding him...Uruha looked at the other, his head resting against the edge of the bathtube, breathless, his hands still caressing his hips under the water now slightly getting colder. The blond laughed, cupping Aoi's face and pressed his lips against his mouth, both smiling into the languid kiss.
Uruha particularly affectionated sex in the morning. There was always this good feeling of finding Aoi on his side, sometimes asleep, sometimes awake. And he would look at the brunette with the same curiosity each time he could have the chance to be the first to open his eyes, smiling at his expressions, at the few words Aoi could utter during his sleep. And everytime he would realize the luck of having him in his bed, in his life. At least, those were the thoughts he was having since he had realized he was in love with him. He had always been tender but felt this trait was exacerbated recently. Aoi as well, was changing, he was more possessive, almost capricious and Uruha would find him extremely adorable. The revelation wasn't a surprise, Aoi needed to be loved and the other could feel the slight pressure hidden behind any gestures of their daily routine. The fact Aoi had bought his favourite tea, that he would insist a lot for Uruha to come, or for him to come over Uruha's appartment, that he was spending more and more time with him, that he was being generous with compliments...
And this morning was proving Uruha right. Aoi was on top of him now when earlier he had been reluctant at Uruha's playful teases under the blankets. Another trait the blond couldn't help but to adore, Aoi's grumpiness in the morning. Though Uruha was a redoutable player and Aoi knew that he would get what he wanted, just as the evil plan the dark haired had built to have his curry. And Uruha had expressed his pleasure loudly with each rough thrusts of Aoi, both burning with the same passion.
And they were now cuddling, their bodies pressed, relaxed, Uruha's hand sliding on Aoi's back smoothly and Aoi's fingertips tickling the dimness of the other's neck along with his soft lips. A fresh air was coming from the window and Uruha couldn't recall when Aoi had opened it, surely before dawn when he had pushed away the blanket.
- Hm Aoi aren't you going to let me move from the bed?
He heard Aoi's laugh against his ear and shivered as he felt him nibbling on his ear.
- No.
The blond smiled and closed his eyes, it was hopeless that the other would leave him alone. Sleeping a little more was also a wish he wouldn't be able to fulfill with a clingy Aoi so he just let go of himself in this warm and reassuring embrace when he felt that Aoi was now looking at him. He opened his eyes and grinned:
- Sleepy face.
Aoi let his thumb sliding down Uruha's lips with a smile.
- It's your fault. I'm going to be sleep deprived.
The blond giggled, winding a strand of dark hair around a finger.
- Don't you dare tell me what I proposed you was better than sleeping.
- That's why I won't let you sleep now. I'm stealing away your rest.
- Let me get up at least, I want to take a shower.
Uruha left a kiss on Aoi's mouth but the other kept him in place a little more, extending a little their kissing session. Finally Uruha sat, picking up his bathrobe he carelessly left on the floor when they went to bed and he was passing by the footboard when Aoi called him. The blond stopped and gazed at him with a smile.
- It's been a while I'm breaking a rule.
Uruha frowned slightly, Aoi was calm, his back now resting against the headboard.
Breaking a rule...?
The blond looked away for a moment and back at him:
- Which one?
Aoi licked his lips, thinking suddenly that his mouth was too dry. He looked into Uruha's eyes and couldn't read anything.
- This one about feelings.
- No feelings Aoi.
- No feelings Uruha.
Nobody could make his heart race like Aoi. But the sudden revelation was making it beat insanely fast. It was like he had a gong inside his chest, reverberating loudly. Such random words were having a powerful impact on him, suddenly his legs were all jelly and he'd almost applause himself because he was showing nothing of those inner reactions. Nothing. Just this blank look. Just this.
- I have feelings for you.
Uruha stared at his parquet floor and simply replied:
- I know.
Aoi blinked and frowned, not imagining his heart was as crazy as Uruha's at this right moment.
- You know?
Uruha nodded.
- I know Aoi.
He sighed, almost tired of the ridiculously short exchange and at his own reaction. It had passed his lips without any preliminary quick thoughts about the situation, completely unprepared. He walked calmly toward the bathroom and as soon as he closed the door, the tension in his body disappeared and he was holding the edge of the sink strongly to prevent any shaking in his hands. Because yes, Aoi had sown a storm, a hurricane, something Uruha thought he wouldn't face yet. Not when he was trying himself to get ready for it.
But the worst were his words, those two stupid words. I know.
He knew, and it was so real suddenly, his doubts and intuitions were real. Aoi loved him. Uruha knew and Aoi discovered the truth.
And Uruha wasn't even surprised to find Aoi nowhere in his appartment when he left the bathroom. No clothes lying on the floor of his living-room but his owns.
Aoi was gone.
And he had every right to be upset for Uruha.
*ofuro = Japanese bath
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OFC not promoting alcohol. But alcohol & sex. HEY ONLY JOKING. Don't do such stupid things, I mean, they're quite safe since they are guys and they have sex with each other only so, no MST or risk to get pregnant. OMG I have a headache. Actually, chapter pretty long, hope you enjoyed (I don't even hope, it's smut XD) and I think we all needed to release our tensions right? *coughs* But then...This end surely gave you some again, I apologize, don't kill me please XD
Also, repeating that this story might end with the 20th chapter. Wait & see.