[One-Shot] Too Much Is Always A Good Thing
Title: Too Much Is Always A Good Thing
Author: kryss_delrhei
Fandom: DRAMAtical Murder
Type: Video Game
Characters/Pairing: Mink/Aoba
Word Count: 1,748
Genre: Romance
Rating: NC-17
Warning: PWP, Fluff, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, NSFW
Summary: Mink is teased to his limits in an oversized sweater.
Disclaimer: I do not own DRAMAtical Murder nor the characters, just borrowing them from Nitro+CHiRAL for a little while.
Author's Notes: Written for pachibamu and the lovely fanart that this is based off of, during livestream.
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His breath on his neck caused a shiver to trail down his spine. Aoba closed his eyes against the rush of arousal that was working its way through every nerve ending, warming his lower abdomen, the smell of cinnamon surrounding him.
Mink placed a hand on his knee, running his palm along Aoba’s inner thigh, spreading his legs in the process, scorching Aoba with his touch. A breathless moan escaped his mouth, the feeling of another hand duplicating the movements. Aoba panted, leaning his head back on Mink’s broad chest, the warmth of the oversized sweater and Mink’s heat did funny things to his head.
The brunette buried his nose in Aoba’s hair, inhaling his scent, “You smell nice.”
Swallowing past the thick lump in his throat, “Not as nice as you.”
Mink drew slow circles along Aoba’s pale fleshy thighs, one hand coming to cup Aoba in the most intimate of places. In response, Aoba’s hips rose slightly from the hardwood floor, his erection twitching against the touch.
“Nnn, Mink…” Aoba whimpered, pulling the loose collar of the turtle neck to his lips, where he chewed on the fabric, holding back his building arousal. He shifted his footing, his feet sliding on the hardwood floor in the socks he wore.
Wrapped in Mink’s embrace, Aoba shivered, feeling the heated breath on the back of his neck again, this time with words that turned his body to putty, “Touch yourself.”
With a hesitancy he hadn’t known before, Aoba swallowed thickly, licking his lips as he stopped chewing on the collar of the sweater. When Mink shifted, nudging him to do so, Aoba gave a slight nod, shifting to pull the sleeve of the sweater up his arm and out of his way. Breathing heavily, Aoba ran his fingers lightly down his thigh, over the top of Mink’s hand and down past the erection held firmly in Mink’s other hand. There he touched a most intimate spot, before Mink gave a gruff snort.
“You can’t do it dry,” Mink grabbed Aoba’s wrist and leaned forward, bringing the fingers to his mouth. He licked and sucked on them until he was satisfied with the wetness and released Aoba’s wrist, “Now touch yourself.”
Shifting nervously, Aoba nodded quickly, returning his fingers back to where they had been before Mink had interrupted him. He took a deep breath, slowly massaging the puckered opening, hyper aware that Mink was watching him over his shoulder. As he pushed a single digit into himself, Aoba couldn’t help but tense up, leaning back in the cage of Mink’s arms, wrapped in warmth and the scent of cinnamon.
In time with his own movements, Mink started to stroke his cock, adding to the building stimulation. Aoba shivered, inhaling the sweet scent of Mink as he thrust his finger into himself. He shifted, enjoying all too much the intense pleasure, the knot in his lower abdomen twisting further as he slowed his motions, and gently eased another finger into himself.
Mink tightened his hold on Aoba’s cock, dipping his head down to lick at the shell of his ear, “You want me inside you, don’t you?”
“Nn,” Aoba panted, rocking his hips upward to Mink’s stroking as he rode his fingers, Mink holding his legs open in the process, “M-Mink.”
“Shhh,” Mink’s voice rumbled in his chest, making Aoba whimper as he thrust his fingers quicker, Mink’s stroking quickening, causing him to swirl out of control. His nerves was on fire, he could feel the knot twisting… tighter and tighter…
Something needed to happen.
Something…
Anything…
Aoba feared he would go crazy…
The scent of cinnamon, the heat that Mink wrapped him in… Aoba was alive with sensation…
Mink watched, licking his lips as he massaged Aoba’s rigid erection, for once forgetting about his own need that was straining in his pants. Aoba continued to press and shift backward against him as he rode his own fingers. The sight flared his own desire, enjoying as the blue haired male in his arms mewled out, filling the cabin with his dirty voice.
“Tell me,” Mink whispered, his lips pressed against the flesh of Aoba’s throat, “Tell me you want me to take you.”
Aoba’s mind raced, his hips now moving of their accord, beads of pre-cum leaking from the head of his cock, Mink pressing his thumb along the slit, dragging a moan from his throat. He was thrusting his fingers quicker, trying to bring an end to the tightness. He wanted release.
The smell of cinnamon was so overwhelming.
Panting, Aoba managed to answer Mink, “I want you…” he swallowed, his mouth dry, “… want you… to fuck me…”
Mink moaned against Aoba’s hair, his cock straining in his pants as he quickened his hand motions, wanting to bring Aoba to his breaking point. He listened, the breathless mewls sending sharp shivers of desire through him, just as the muscles in Aoba’s legs tensed. He enjoyed the feel of Aoba raising his hips, knowing his fingers were deep inside him, watching as Aoba’s dainty toes curled in his socks.
He was on cloud nine...
But Mink would never admit that to anyone but himself.
Aoba arched his back, his free hand gripping his sweater in a tight fist, bringing the material up to his parted lips, his eyes squinted shut against the building blocks that were tumbling down. His breath hitched, caught by the thick lump in his throat.
Bursts of white speckled his vision, even with his eyes shut. Aoba screamed out, his hand stalling, hips spasming with his release, hot pearlescent fluid beading and coating Mink’s hand that had slowed his movements. Panting into the tan sweater, lost in sensation with Mink’s searing breath on his throat, tongue tracing unimaginable patterns, Aoba was lost.
Weakly, the blue haired male removed his fingers, trying to get his body under control, and yet the scent of cinnamon hindered him.
“You enjoy being so dirty,” Mink grunted, shifting their positions against Aoba’s weak protests.
His back hit the hardwood floor, his eyes open wide with uncertainty, Mink shifting to hover over him. Panting heavily, Aoba’s eyes never left Mink’s as they quickly worked on undoing his pants, shoving them just low enough so that he could pull his own throbbing erection free.
“You make me,” Aoba mumbled, licking his lips, his mouth completely dry.
Wiggling to get comfortable, Aoba allowed Mink to spread his legs, lifting his knee up and draping it on the bend of his elbow to hold him still. Though he was drained, he could feel the anticipation boiling, the dull ache for Mink tugging tightly on his lower abdomen in the wake of his fading orgasm.
“Trying to torment me?” Mink snorted, spitting into his palm that he brought down to stroke his shaft, wetting it. With confidence, he lined his cock with Aoba’s puckered opening, pearlescent liquid trailing down from his now flaccid cock.
Aoba shook his head, “I’m not doing anything!” he gasped, a breathless moan leaving his lips as he arched on the hardwood floor, toes curling in his socks, muscles tense. The feel of Mink expertly entering him, slowly, sliding to the hilt with easy movements of his hips had Aoba spiraling out of control again. “Nnh!”
“Begging me to fuck you,” Mink groaned, fingers pressing into the flesh of Aoba’s thigh that he gripped in his arm. He leaned down, shoving the tan sweater up the boy’s body, fingers deftly finding rose colored nipples, teasing them to puckered nubs. “I think that’s torment enough, wouldn’t you say?”
“M-Mink!!” Aoba mewled, fisting the sleeves of his sweater as he arched, Mink starting to thrust, the sound of skin slapping skin ringing in his ears.
The brunette huffed, thrusting, building speed as he grew accustomed to the position on the floor. Aoba was all breathless moans, the cabin alive with his sounds. A sharp gasp caused Mink to glace towards Aoba’s face.
Aoba was gritting his teeth, Mink could tell by the way his jaw locked. With a wry grin, Mink quickened his pace if possible, slamming into him hard and fast. Aoba choked on a moan, only fueling Mink’s actions.
“Call my name,” Mink grunted, his nerves on fire. And with every press of their flesh, he felt his was burning. Not long now. Without hesitation, lost in feeling, utterly devoured, Aoba screamed out Mink’s name, wantonly over and over.
Mink was close, Aoba was shuttering, muscles tense.
Aoba’s hands were in his hair, gripping, tugging him down to his mouth, delving his tongue in to taste him. They battled, tongues lashing, flesh meeting. Aoba was lost in the flavor of cinnamon that was bitter on his tongue as he gripped broad shoulders, lifting up, grinding down to meet Mink’s hard thrusts.
In the mix of it all, his cock had stiffened with the well applied over-stimulation, twitching with every nerve sensitive and thriving. Mink gripped him, digging his fingers into soft flesh as he growled out, his release fierce, filling Aoba with his cum. Aoba rode it out, his own release decorating the tan sweater.
Breathing heavily, limbs numb, Aoba fell back onto the floor, panting, weak. Mink ran a hand along the inside of the blue haired male’s thighs, wiping at some of the pearlescent liquid, bringing it to his lips, “What will I do with you?” he chuckled, licking at his wet fingers.
Aoba moaned and shifted on the floor, his eyes heavy with exhaustion. “Possibly let me sleep for a few days?” Aoba said, eyeing Mink with a lidded gaze.
Mink returned the smile and reached to smooth a hand through Aoba’s messy braids at the nape of his neck, “Maybe a few hours.”
“That’s fine,” Aoba yawned, his blush spreading to the tops of his ears.
That stayed like that, until it was well past time that Mink stood and allowed the blood to circulate. Aoba whimpered softly as Mink withdrew, feeling the ache for his warmth all the more.
Mink stretched, tugging up his pants, eyeing the tan sweater Aoba wore, a mischievous grin crossing his features, “It got dirty.”
“Hn?” Aoba questioned, lifting up on his elbows. Mink pointed to the splatters, making Aoba grumble. “I hope that doesn’t stain.”
Everything was right in the world… until Aoba realized days later, to his utter embarrassment, the stains weren’t coming out of his sweater, as to which Mink told him there were more in the closet.
View Also On: AO3
Originally Posted to: Archive of Our Own on June 2, 2013.
Author: kryss_delrhei
Fandom: DRAMAtical Murder
Type: Video Game
Characters/Pairing: Mink/Aoba
Word Count: 1,748
Genre: Romance
Rating: NC-17
Warning: PWP, Fluff, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, NSFW
Summary: Mink is teased to his limits in an oversized sweater.
Disclaimer: I do not own DRAMAtical Murder nor the characters, just borrowing them from Nitro+CHiRAL for a little while.
Author's Notes: Written for pachibamu and the lovely fanart that this is based off of, during livestream.
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His breath on his neck caused a shiver to trail down his spine. Aoba closed his eyes against the rush of arousal that was working its way through every nerve ending, warming his lower abdomen, the smell of cinnamon surrounding him.
Mink placed a hand on his knee, running his palm along Aoba’s inner thigh, spreading his legs in the process, scorching Aoba with his touch. A breathless moan escaped his mouth, the feeling of another hand duplicating the movements. Aoba panted, leaning his head back on Mink’s broad chest, the warmth of the oversized sweater and Mink’s heat did funny things to his head.
The brunette buried his nose in Aoba’s hair, inhaling his scent, “You smell nice.”
Swallowing past the thick lump in his throat, “Not as nice as you.”
Mink drew slow circles along Aoba’s pale fleshy thighs, one hand coming to cup Aoba in the most intimate of places. In response, Aoba’s hips rose slightly from the hardwood floor, his erection twitching against the touch.
“Nnn, Mink…” Aoba whimpered, pulling the loose collar of the turtle neck to his lips, where he chewed on the fabric, holding back his building arousal. He shifted his footing, his feet sliding on the hardwood floor in the socks he wore.
Wrapped in Mink’s embrace, Aoba shivered, feeling the heated breath on the back of his neck again, this time with words that turned his body to putty, “Touch yourself.”
With a hesitancy he hadn’t known before, Aoba swallowed thickly, licking his lips as he stopped chewing on the collar of the sweater. When Mink shifted, nudging him to do so, Aoba gave a slight nod, shifting to pull the sleeve of the sweater up his arm and out of his way. Breathing heavily, Aoba ran his fingers lightly down his thigh, over the top of Mink’s hand and down past the erection held firmly in Mink’s other hand. There he touched a most intimate spot, before Mink gave a gruff snort.
“You can’t do it dry,” Mink grabbed Aoba’s wrist and leaned forward, bringing the fingers to his mouth. He licked and sucked on them until he was satisfied with the wetness and released Aoba’s wrist, “Now touch yourself.”
Shifting nervously, Aoba nodded quickly, returning his fingers back to where they had been before Mink had interrupted him. He took a deep breath, slowly massaging the puckered opening, hyper aware that Mink was watching him over his shoulder. As he pushed a single digit into himself, Aoba couldn’t help but tense up, leaning back in the cage of Mink’s arms, wrapped in warmth and the scent of cinnamon.
In time with his own movements, Mink started to stroke his cock, adding to the building stimulation. Aoba shivered, inhaling the sweet scent of Mink as he thrust his finger into himself. He shifted, enjoying all too much the intense pleasure, the knot in his lower abdomen twisting further as he slowed his motions, and gently eased another finger into himself.
Mink tightened his hold on Aoba’s cock, dipping his head down to lick at the shell of his ear, “You want me inside you, don’t you?”
“Nn,” Aoba panted, rocking his hips upward to Mink’s stroking as he rode his fingers, Mink holding his legs open in the process, “M-Mink.”
“Shhh,” Mink’s voice rumbled in his chest, making Aoba whimper as he thrust his fingers quicker, Mink’s stroking quickening, causing him to swirl out of control. His nerves was on fire, he could feel the knot twisting… tighter and tighter…
Something needed to happen.
Something…
Anything…
Aoba feared he would go crazy…
The scent of cinnamon, the heat that Mink wrapped him in… Aoba was alive with sensation…
Mink watched, licking his lips as he massaged Aoba’s rigid erection, for once forgetting about his own need that was straining in his pants. Aoba continued to press and shift backward against him as he rode his own fingers. The sight flared his own desire, enjoying as the blue haired male in his arms mewled out, filling the cabin with his dirty voice.
“Tell me,” Mink whispered, his lips pressed against the flesh of Aoba’s throat, “Tell me you want me to take you.”
Aoba’s mind raced, his hips now moving of their accord, beads of pre-cum leaking from the head of his cock, Mink pressing his thumb along the slit, dragging a moan from his throat. He was thrusting his fingers quicker, trying to bring an end to the tightness. He wanted release.
The smell of cinnamon was so overwhelming.
Panting, Aoba managed to answer Mink, “I want you…” he swallowed, his mouth dry, “… want you… to fuck me…”
Mink moaned against Aoba’s hair, his cock straining in his pants as he quickened his hand motions, wanting to bring Aoba to his breaking point. He listened, the breathless mewls sending sharp shivers of desire through him, just as the muscles in Aoba’s legs tensed. He enjoyed the feel of Aoba raising his hips, knowing his fingers were deep inside him, watching as Aoba’s dainty toes curled in his socks.
He was on cloud nine...
But Mink would never admit that to anyone but himself.
Aoba arched his back, his free hand gripping his sweater in a tight fist, bringing the material up to his parted lips, his eyes squinted shut against the building blocks that were tumbling down. His breath hitched, caught by the thick lump in his throat.
Bursts of white speckled his vision, even with his eyes shut. Aoba screamed out, his hand stalling, hips spasming with his release, hot pearlescent fluid beading and coating Mink’s hand that had slowed his movements. Panting into the tan sweater, lost in sensation with Mink’s searing breath on his throat, tongue tracing unimaginable patterns, Aoba was lost.
Weakly, the blue haired male removed his fingers, trying to get his body under control, and yet the scent of cinnamon hindered him.
“You enjoy being so dirty,” Mink grunted, shifting their positions against Aoba’s weak protests.
His back hit the hardwood floor, his eyes open wide with uncertainty, Mink shifting to hover over him. Panting heavily, Aoba’s eyes never left Mink’s as they quickly worked on undoing his pants, shoving them just low enough so that he could pull his own throbbing erection free.
“You make me,” Aoba mumbled, licking his lips, his mouth completely dry.
Wiggling to get comfortable, Aoba allowed Mink to spread his legs, lifting his knee up and draping it on the bend of his elbow to hold him still. Though he was drained, he could feel the anticipation boiling, the dull ache for Mink tugging tightly on his lower abdomen in the wake of his fading orgasm.
“Trying to torment me?” Mink snorted, spitting into his palm that he brought down to stroke his shaft, wetting it. With confidence, he lined his cock with Aoba’s puckered opening, pearlescent liquid trailing down from his now flaccid cock.
Aoba shook his head, “I’m not doing anything!” he gasped, a breathless moan leaving his lips as he arched on the hardwood floor, toes curling in his socks, muscles tense. The feel of Mink expertly entering him, slowly, sliding to the hilt with easy movements of his hips had Aoba spiraling out of control again. “Nnh!”
“Begging me to fuck you,” Mink groaned, fingers pressing into the flesh of Aoba’s thigh that he gripped in his arm. He leaned down, shoving the tan sweater up the boy’s body, fingers deftly finding rose colored nipples, teasing them to puckered nubs. “I think that’s torment enough, wouldn’t you say?”
“M-Mink!!” Aoba mewled, fisting the sleeves of his sweater as he arched, Mink starting to thrust, the sound of skin slapping skin ringing in his ears.
The brunette huffed, thrusting, building speed as he grew accustomed to the position on the floor. Aoba was all breathless moans, the cabin alive with his sounds. A sharp gasp caused Mink to glace towards Aoba’s face.
Aoba was gritting his teeth, Mink could tell by the way his jaw locked. With a wry grin, Mink quickened his pace if possible, slamming into him hard and fast. Aoba choked on a moan, only fueling Mink’s actions.
“Call my name,” Mink grunted, his nerves on fire. And with every press of their flesh, he felt his was burning. Not long now. Without hesitation, lost in feeling, utterly devoured, Aoba screamed out Mink’s name, wantonly over and over.
Mink was close, Aoba was shuttering, muscles tense.
Aoba’s hands were in his hair, gripping, tugging him down to his mouth, delving his tongue in to taste him. They battled, tongues lashing, flesh meeting. Aoba was lost in the flavor of cinnamon that was bitter on his tongue as he gripped broad shoulders, lifting up, grinding down to meet Mink’s hard thrusts.
In the mix of it all, his cock had stiffened with the well applied over-stimulation, twitching with every nerve sensitive and thriving. Mink gripped him, digging his fingers into soft flesh as he growled out, his release fierce, filling Aoba with his cum. Aoba rode it out, his own release decorating the tan sweater.
Breathing heavily, limbs numb, Aoba fell back onto the floor, panting, weak. Mink ran a hand along the inside of the blue haired male’s thighs, wiping at some of the pearlescent liquid, bringing it to his lips, “What will I do with you?” he chuckled, licking at his wet fingers.
Aoba moaned and shifted on the floor, his eyes heavy with exhaustion. “Possibly let me sleep for a few days?” Aoba said, eyeing Mink with a lidded gaze.
Mink returned the smile and reached to smooth a hand through Aoba’s messy braids at the nape of his neck, “Maybe a few hours.”
“That’s fine,” Aoba yawned, his blush spreading to the tops of his ears.
That stayed like that, until it was well past time that Mink stood and allowed the blood to circulate. Aoba whimpered softly as Mink withdrew, feeling the ache for his warmth all the more.
Mink stretched, tugging up his pants, eyeing the tan sweater Aoba wore, a mischievous grin crossing his features, “It got dirty.”
“Hn?” Aoba questioned, lifting up on his elbows. Mink pointed to the splatters, making Aoba grumble. “I hope that doesn’t stain.”
Everything was right in the world… until Aoba realized days later, to his utter embarrassment, the stains weren’t coming out of his sweater, as to which Mink told him there were more in the closet.
View Also On: AO3
Originally Posted to: Archive of Our Own on June 2, 2013.