[Fic] Donten Prism Solar Car - Everlong
Title: Everlong
Author: dayofcaligula
Ratings/Warnings: NC-17. Angst, fucking (of course), and established relationship blues.
Pairing/Character(s): Shouta Kaneda/Junko Yazaki
Fandom: Donten Prism Solar Car
Disclaimer: I don't own Donten Prism Solar Car or any of its characters.
Summary: This is a matter that he couldn't completely convey, not even to himself, that he lets himself all loose when with her.
A/N: Yuusuke Murata (Eyeshield 21 illustrator) did it again - inspire me with his drawings. Oh, and my dear bifacial_ler, you always affect me with new fandoms. This one is for you (although I don't think you'll get to read this)! The acoustic version of Everlong by Foo Fighters aided me through this struggle.
Sometimes, he fucks her hard. This is a matter that he couldn't completely convey, not even to himself, that he lets himself all loose when with her. He obviously knows he's hurting her and that he's beyond repair by being fucked up of leaving it be, but he doesn't seem to know the problem completely. Everytime, he tries to understand.
"I love you." She whispered one time and looked at him, aching and taking him all in. Tears were starting to fall from her eyes, disturbing their synchrony in effect. He didn't know if she was hurting or just feeling, and it made it all seem worse when he did not seem to mind both. But there it was, the words absorbing the sense in him as he smiled like a lost boy who found his way home. A hoarse moan escaped from her lips when he subconsciously pushed himself forceful in her. He kissed her intensely and proceeded into sucking her collarbone, with intent to drive her to the edge.
"Can you... can you..." he started when she looked at her, who was looking as if she was lost in translation and lovemaking, but wasn't able to express himself further when he felt her release, shaking beneath him. "Shouta..." she whispered breathlessly, her legs not letting go of his hips with eager strength, and arched herself more properly. It was a sign that she's urging him to finish.
He continued without haste, and felt the rush of blood inch by inch in him as he thrust. His shame and lust wasn't only pressuring his body, but also his heart - and he thought both felt good. He was almost missing the point of this, but she held his cheek, urging him to look at her. There was softness in her gaze that made him glad that he was with her, and his penetration started to go shallow, knowing full well he was near to his peak. Then he rested his head on her shoulder, feeling his orgasm. The sensation of falling building up all over again as he kissed her some more.
Just when he was about to come clear while in the process, he ceremoniously disengaged himself from her and turned to his side; his being suddenly stroking the consciousness of knowing the root, of the possibility of hurting her more. It was as if he was letting her conceive her own fear, but she always end up embracing and kissing him from his back.
He felt extreme remorse for his actions. He didn't know how to explain things to her: how badly he's starting to need her. But he decided, the impulse of wanting to discover and share everything with her is more worthwhile than anything else. So he moved.
"Can you carry the burden of me wanting all of you?" He started, facing her seriously.
"Of course."
"Needing?"
"Definitely." With her answer, he knew she knew of this all along.
"How can I properly say this: Junko, thank you...?"
"You can flatter me further by complimenting my breasts." She smiled jokingly, and she started to align his unsettled hair while he laughed silently. She was always successful in trying to lighten up the mood.
"Are you crazy? I love them, among other things."
"Fine, fine. By the way, just so you know, I do like it rough... just not all the time." With this, he kissed her fervently and eventually made love to her again.
He realizes they're young and, quite frankly, still raw. But he wonders if anything could actually be better than having her.
Author: dayofcaligula
Ratings/Warnings: NC-17. Angst, fucking (of course), and established relationship blues.
Pairing/Character(s): Shouta Kaneda/Junko Yazaki
Fandom: Donten Prism Solar Car
Disclaimer: I don't own Donten Prism Solar Car or any of its characters.
Summary: This is a matter that he couldn't completely convey, not even to himself, that he lets himself all loose when with her.
A/N: Yuusuke Murata (Eyeshield 21 illustrator) did it again - inspire me with his drawings. Oh, and my dear bifacial_ler, you always affect me with new fandoms. This one is for you (although I don't think you'll get to read this)! The acoustic version of Everlong by Foo Fighters aided me through this struggle.
Sometimes, he fucks her hard. This is a matter that he couldn't completely convey, not even to himself, that he lets himself all loose when with her. He obviously knows he's hurting her and that he's beyond repair by being fucked up of leaving it be, but he doesn't seem to know the problem completely. Everytime, he tries to understand.
"I love you." She whispered one time and looked at him, aching and taking him all in. Tears were starting to fall from her eyes, disturbing their synchrony in effect. He didn't know if she was hurting or just feeling, and it made it all seem worse when he did not seem to mind both. But there it was, the words absorbing the sense in him as he smiled like a lost boy who found his way home. A hoarse moan escaped from her lips when he subconsciously pushed himself forceful in her. He kissed her intensely and proceeded into sucking her collarbone, with intent to drive her to the edge.
"Can you... can you..." he started when she looked at her, who was looking as if she was lost in translation and lovemaking, but wasn't able to express himself further when he felt her release, shaking beneath him. "Shouta..." she whispered breathlessly, her legs not letting go of his hips with eager strength, and arched herself more properly. It was a sign that she's urging him to finish.
He continued without haste, and felt the rush of blood inch by inch in him as he thrust. His shame and lust wasn't only pressuring his body, but also his heart - and he thought both felt good. He was almost missing the point of this, but she held his cheek, urging him to look at her. There was softness in her gaze that made him glad that he was with her, and his penetration started to go shallow, knowing full well he was near to his peak. Then he rested his head on her shoulder, feeling his orgasm. The sensation of falling building up all over again as he kissed her some more.
Just when he was about to come clear while in the process, he ceremoniously disengaged himself from her and turned to his side; his being suddenly stroking the consciousness of knowing the root, of the possibility of hurting her more. It was as if he was letting her conceive her own fear, but she always end up embracing and kissing him from his back.
He felt extreme remorse for his actions. He didn't know how to explain things to her: how badly he's starting to need her. But he decided, the impulse of wanting to discover and share everything with her is more worthwhile than anything else. So he moved.
"Can you carry the burden of me wanting all of you?" He started, facing her seriously.
"Of course."
"Needing?"
"Definitely." With her answer, he knew she knew of this all along.
"How can I properly say this: Junko, thank you...?"
"You can flatter me further by complimenting my breasts." She smiled jokingly, and she started to align his unsettled hair while he laughed silently. She was always successful in trying to lighten up the mood.
"Are you crazy? I love them, among other things."
"Fine, fine. By the way, just so you know, I do like it rough... just not all the time." With this, he kissed her fervently and eventually made love to her again.
He realizes they're young and, quite frankly, still raw. But he wonders if anything could actually be better than having her.