[One-Shot] Too Much of Heaven
Title: Too Much of Heaven
Author: kryss_delrhei
Fandom: DRAMAtical Murder
Type: Video Game / Visual Novel
Characters/Pairing: Koujaku/Sly Blue
Word Count: 1,135
Genre: General, Romance
Rating: NC-17
Warning: NSFW, Porn Without Plot, Anal Sex
Summary: Sly Blue emerges to take control of Aoba's deepest desires. One of them being to screw the daylights out of Koujaku.
Disclaimer: I do not own DRAMAtical Murder nor the characters, just borrowing them from Nitro+CHiRAL for a little while.
Author's Notes: This is for laurelrhea. There is a lot of plot holes in this, I know. I really just wanted to write senseless smut, key focus on the smut, even if the beginning part doesn't seem realistic, I don't really care at this point. XD Was going to originally be for a drabble contest, but instead transformed into this.
Follows: Obedient
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“Aoba!” Koujaku groaned, his eyes darting to Aoba's pleasure contorted features and the sinful way Aoba tugged his bottom lip through his teeth as he removed his shirt.
“You want Aoba so bad, don’t you?” Aoba's mouth released a breathy moan, sliding his jeans off his body, leaving him utterly naked in the small homey living room of Aoba’s house. Koujaku felt vulnerable without his clothes on, Aoba’s intense electrified gaze made his cock throb painfully, his balls tightening.
Aoba’s voice was his, but the words and actions were not.
“Stop this. You’re not Aoba.”
“But I am,” he grinned, pressing a finger to Koujaku's lips to quiet him as climbed onto Koujaku’s lap. He rubbed his rigid erection against his own, Koujaku whimpering in a myriad of confusion and utter pleasure, “Shh, he’s asleep deep down inside. He will never know what you’re doing.”
“Nngh.” Koujaku panted, his muscles tightening with tension, pearlescent liquid secreting the slit of his cock, “God, Aoba!”
Aoba pulled his hand away, shakily rising up onto his knees as he reached between them, positioning Koujaku's length at his puckered wet entrance, his breath coming out in hard gasps, “You wouldn’t believe how long he’s been wanting this cock of yours,” he whispered hotly, slowly easing the slick tip of Koujaku's cock past the tight ring of muscle.
“What about--?” Koujaku hurried whimpered, his words dying on a gasp as his head dropped back against the couch.
“You didn’t think I would call you over here without preparing myself first,” Aoba said, continuing to lower himself down onto his friend’s thick cock, “If you keep worrying about it, I’ll loose my buzz.”
Groaning, Koujaku grabbed the male's hips, the heat that enveloped his shaft making him forget that this wasn't like Aoba at all, “Nngh!”
“Koujaku!” Aoba moaned, tossing his head back, balancing his hands on Koujaku's thighs, leaning precariously in such an erotic position that all but made Koujaku loose his grip on the blue haired male. “Feels so good,” Aoba panted, lifting his head to give his best friend a seductive heavy lidded look so heated that Koujaku could have sworn his toes curled deliciously.
“I feel so full,” he shifted, testing out his stability in his current position, intent on taking the controlling roll, his hips undulating in a slow grind, “You cock is so big.”
Koujaku was out of his mind in intense pleasure, his heart pounding loud in his ears. His eyes were drawn to between Aoba’s thighs, watching as his cock slide wetly into that tight entrance, feeling the burning of ecstasy as Aoba’s inner walls milked him, drawing him in deeper. Breathless and drunk, he could feel all the blood in his system drain to his cock with every breathy hot word moaned from Aoba’s sinful lips.
“Aoba!” Koujaku grunted, gripping Aoba's hips, digging his nails into the pale flesh, abandoning all sense of control as he thrust upward, skin slapping as he pounded into that sweet heat, deeper and deeper. With each slide into him, Koujaku was loosing more of his self-control, all reason narrowed to the fine focus point of causing more of those sounds to erupt from Aoba, ones that he thought he'd never get the chance to hear, words that made his head swim with heady arousal and his adrenaline speed up.
“AH! Y-YES!” Aoba's voice was loud and delicious as he screamed for more, “Right there!” Aoba lifted a hand to Koujaku's shoulder to hold him steady as he aided their movements, grinding down onto Koujaku, all the muscles in his body alive with fire that only his lover could tame.
How long had Aoba held onto this need? Too long it seemed. The other Aoba could feel his original half clawing at control of their body, and he only laughed at him, “Mine! Nghh, yes, please more!!” he cooed, grabbing a fistful of Koujaku's hair and yanking him forward to his throat, “Bite me!!”
The hairdresser conceded without being told a second time. Teeth tightened over the skin on Aoba’s shoulder, blunt and hard pleasure shot through his body, his cock twitching with each bounce of his body, pearlescent liquid coating the slit of his cockhead.
“Coming already?” Koujaku rolled his hips, having lost of reasoning and having found the right tempo that made this alternate Aoba moan in pleasurable abandonment. Even if Aoba didn’t act this way, he rightly didn’t care. Aoba was in his arms, mewling at the top of his lungs, stoking the fire that churned their mutual pleasure.
“Koujaku make me come!” Aoba panted, his free hand reaching between them, grabbing his dick and stroking quickly and hard. He rode Koujaku relentlessly and fast, shoving at his chest to force him back against the couch as he repositioned himself, opening his legs wider, planting his feet on the cushions of the couch to steady himself, skin slapping hard on skin.
Koujaku groaned, the sound animalistic and guttural, “Fuck!” Moist heat milked his erection, tightening and constricting, his muscles tensing, their breaths mingling. Koujaku was mindlessly thrusting up to meet Aoba’s downward grinds, sweat gathered on his brow as he pushed his body further, searching for release.
“Fuck me, please, oh fuck me!” became Aoba’s mantra.
Their breaths mingling as Aoba’s pressed his forehead to his, his forgotten erection throbbing with every thrust that shattered his senses, toes curling as he rotated his hips, finding his sweet release moments later, his warm seed splattering Koujaku’s chest, “GOD YES!”
“Oh fuck, Aoba!” he groaned, teeth gritted hard, eyes closed, head tossed back. A few shallow thrusts and Koujaku was coming, quivering heat enveloping him to the point where he couldn’t stand much more. Aoba tugged his bottom lip through his teeth, whimpering before slumping down onto Koujaku, his arms trembling to hold himself up as he rode out Koujaku’s release, feeling every bit of the scorching heat inside of him. So much so that he was dizzy and aching.
For the first time, feeling himself grow soft as he slowly slid out, Koujaku realized that this was Aoba. And without any second thought on why he was acting the way he was, he cupped the blue hair male’s face, thumb stroking his cheek and wiping the sweat away, and brought him down for a slow sensual kiss.
When they broke apart, Aoba’s honey gaze stared at him with an insatiable lust, the electrified hue having dissipated.
“That was,” Koujaku started, when he’d regained enough air to speak, shaking to the very essence of his foundation, “God, you’re amazing.”
“You’re not so bad yourself,” Aoba said, lifting his chin, a calm expression crossing his features.
Maybe it was too much of Heaven, Koujaku thought as he returned Aoba’s tender smile.
No, it was absolute Heaven.
View Also on: AO3
Author: kryss_delrhei
Fandom: DRAMAtical Murder
Type: Video Game / Visual Novel
Characters/Pairing: Koujaku/Sly Blue
Word Count: 1,135
Genre: General, Romance
Rating: NC-17
Warning: NSFW, Porn Without Plot, Anal Sex
Summary: Sly Blue emerges to take control of Aoba's deepest desires. One of them being to screw the daylights out of Koujaku.
Disclaimer: I do not own DRAMAtical Murder nor the characters, just borrowing them from Nitro+CHiRAL for a little while.
Author's Notes: This is for laurelrhea. There is a lot of plot holes in this, I know. I really just wanted to write senseless smut, key focus on the smut, even if the beginning part doesn't seem realistic, I don't really care at this point. XD Was going to originally be for a drabble contest, but instead transformed into this.
Follows: Obedient
--
“Aoba!” Koujaku groaned, his eyes darting to Aoba's pleasure contorted features and the sinful way Aoba tugged his bottom lip through his teeth as he removed his shirt.
“You want Aoba so bad, don’t you?” Aoba's mouth released a breathy moan, sliding his jeans off his body, leaving him utterly naked in the small homey living room of Aoba’s house. Koujaku felt vulnerable without his clothes on, Aoba’s intense electrified gaze made his cock throb painfully, his balls tightening.
Aoba’s voice was his, but the words and actions were not.
“Stop this. You’re not Aoba.”
“But I am,” he grinned, pressing a finger to Koujaku's lips to quiet him as climbed onto Koujaku’s lap. He rubbed his rigid erection against his own, Koujaku whimpering in a myriad of confusion and utter pleasure, “Shh, he’s asleep deep down inside. He will never know what you’re doing.”
“Nngh.” Koujaku panted, his muscles tightening with tension, pearlescent liquid secreting the slit of his cock, “God, Aoba!”
Aoba pulled his hand away, shakily rising up onto his knees as he reached between them, positioning Koujaku's length at his puckered wet entrance, his breath coming out in hard gasps, “You wouldn’t believe how long he’s been wanting this cock of yours,” he whispered hotly, slowly easing the slick tip of Koujaku's cock past the tight ring of muscle.
“What about--?” Koujaku hurried whimpered, his words dying on a gasp as his head dropped back against the couch.
“You didn’t think I would call you over here without preparing myself first,” Aoba said, continuing to lower himself down onto his friend’s thick cock, “If you keep worrying about it, I’ll loose my buzz.”
Groaning, Koujaku grabbed the male's hips, the heat that enveloped his shaft making him forget that this wasn't like Aoba at all, “Nngh!”
“Koujaku!” Aoba moaned, tossing his head back, balancing his hands on Koujaku's thighs, leaning precariously in such an erotic position that all but made Koujaku loose his grip on the blue haired male. “Feels so good,” Aoba panted, lifting his head to give his best friend a seductive heavy lidded look so heated that Koujaku could have sworn his toes curled deliciously.
“I feel so full,” he shifted, testing out his stability in his current position, intent on taking the controlling roll, his hips undulating in a slow grind, “You cock is so big.”
Koujaku was out of his mind in intense pleasure, his heart pounding loud in his ears. His eyes were drawn to between Aoba’s thighs, watching as his cock slide wetly into that tight entrance, feeling the burning of ecstasy as Aoba’s inner walls milked him, drawing him in deeper. Breathless and drunk, he could feel all the blood in his system drain to his cock with every breathy hot word moaned from Aoba’s sinful lips.
“Aoba!” Koujaku grunted, gripping Aoba's hips, digging his nails into the pale flesh, abandoning all sense of control as he thrust upward, skin slapping as he pounded into that sweet heat, deeper and deeper. With each slide into him, Koujaku was loosing more of his self-control, all reason narrowed to the fine focus point of causing more of those sounds to erupt from Aoba, ones that he thought he'd never get the chance to hear, words that made his head swim with heady arousal and his adrenaline speed up.
“AH! Y-YES!” Aoba's voice was loud and delicious as he screamed for more, “Right there!” Aoba lifted a hand to Koujaku's shoulder to hold him steady as he aided their movements, grinding down onto Koujaku, all the muscles in his body alive with fire that only his lover could tame.
How long had Aoba held onto this need? Too long it seemed. The other Aoba could feel his original half clawing at control of their body, and he only laughed at him, “Mine! Nghh, yes, please more!!” he cooed, grabbing a fistful of Koujaku's hair and yanking him forward to his throat, “Bite me!!”
The hairdresser conceded without being told a second time. Teeth tightened over the skin on Aoba’s shoulder, blunt and hard pleasure shot through his body, his cock twitching with each bounce of his body, pearlescent liquid coating the slit of his cockhead.
“Coming already?” Koujaku rolled his hips, having lost of reasoning and having found the right tempo that made this alternate Aoba moan in pleasurable abandonment. Even if Aoba didn’t act this way, he rightly didn’t care. Aoba was in his arms, mewling at the top of his lungs, stoking the fire that churned their mutual pleasure.
“Koujaku make me come!” Aoba panted, his free hand reaching between them, grabbing his dick and stroking quickly and hard. He rode Koujaku relentlessly and fast, shoving at his chest to force him back against the couch as he repositioned himself, opening his legs wider, planting his feet on the cushions of the couch to steady himself, skin slapping hard on skin.
Koujaku groaned, the sound animalistic and guttural, “Fuck!” Moist heat milked his erection, tightening and constricting, his muscles tensing, their breaths mingling. Koujaku was mindlessly thrusting up to meet Aoba’s downward grinds, sweat gathered on his brow as he pushed his body further, searching for release.
“Fuck me, please, oh fuck me!” became Aoba’s mantra.
Their breaths mingling as Aoba’s pressed his forehead to his, his forgotten erection throbbing with every thrust that shattered his senses, toes curling as he rotated his hips, finding his sweet release moments later, his warm seed splattering Koujaku’s chest, “GOD YES!”
“Oh fuck, Aoba!” he groaned, teeth gritted hard, eyes closed, head tossed back. A few shallow thrusts and Koujaku was coming, quivering heat enveloping him to the point where he couldn’t stand much more. Aoba tugged his bottom lip through his teeth, whimpering before slumping down onto Koujaku, his arms trembling to hold himself up as he rode out Koujaku’s release, feeling every bit of the scorching heat inside of him. So much so that he was dizzy and aching.
For the first time, feeling himself grow soft as he slowly slid out, Koujaku realized that this was Aoba. And without any second thought on why he was acting the way he was, he cupped the blue hair male’s face, thumb stroking his cheek and wiping the sweat away, and brought him down for a slow sensual kiss.
When they broke apart, Aoba’s honey gaze stared at him with an insatiable lust, the electrified hue having dissipated.
“That was,” Koujaku started, when he’d regained enough air to speak, shaking to the very essence of his foundation, “God, you’re amazing.”
“You’re not so bad yourself,” Aoba said, lifting his chin, a calm expression crossing his features.
Maybe it was too much of Heaven, Koujaku thought as he returned Aoba’s tender smile.
No, it was absolute Heaven.
View Also on: AO3