LOVELESS FIC: BATH TIME PT. 2
Slight Warning: Although there is no explicit graphicness in this story, nor any sex, there are descriptive implications of touch and the like. And this is occuring between two guys, so if this disgusts or makes you uncomfortable, please do not continue reading. I am rating this nc-17 just to be safe.
Thank you.^^
PART A
part b.
Kio’s chuckle brushed teasingly across the sensitive patch of skin behind Soubi’s ear; and a muscle in his neck jumped in response.
Just what was this strange feeling . . . ?
Heat pooling low in the pit of Soubi’s stomach; an infection - sweet intoxication, straining through his veins, igniting the tiny cells in the tips of Soubi’s dangling fingers - and this heat was creeping all around Soubi now, clouding his vision.
All from Kio’s touch?
Ah, but those devious fingers . . . so skillfully curling into Soubi’s hair, threading slowly, massaging Soubi’s scalp as those long fingers entangled themselves through Soubi’s mused hair. Foamy suds dropped from Kio’s hands, landing on Soubi’s tense shoulders and sliding down the shuddering expansion of his chest - naked, gleaming tautly.
And Kio was much too close to Soubi, leaning into him, his lips feathering the pale skin of Soubi’s jaw.
Just when had Soubi become so riveted by the sensation of Kio’s masterful hands? When had he titled his head further back into Kio’s eager caresses? yearning for more, his throat arching in sweet delight . . .
Kio laughed.
“Enjoying yourself, Sou-chan? See, I knew what I was doing when I said I wanted to wash your hair - feeling naughty now, are you?”
Soubi started, every muscle in his body tightening. And he lifted his head abruptly; the pulse at the base of his throat flickering wildly.
“Ah-“
Kio’s laughter split through the air. And Soubi’s flesh hummed in greedy response for more.
“Sou-chan?”
“Hm?” Soubi’s throat had constricted, causing his voice to sound odd to his own ears; he was sure Kio noticed it too.
No response.
There was a rustling of clothing, and Soubi’s eyes slid downward, waiting.
Kio’s hands were in his hair again, and that rush of blood to his scalp captured Soubi’s senses once again. His lips parted soundlessly.
“Just why are you so scared, Sou-chan?”
A small frown.
“I’m not scared, Kio,” Soubi replied. So why couldn’t he control the quiver heating low in the pit of his belly?
“Aa . . . you are,” Kio replied smoothly. He leaned against Soubi now, allowing his right hand to drift from Soubi’s hair and dangle precariously down the front of Soubi’s naked chest. The tips of his fingers danced along the side of his ribcage, only to be snatched in an iron grip scant seconds later.
Kio laughed, delighted by Soubi’s reaction, at the way the muscles in Soubi’s taunt stomach tightened reflexively to Kio’s bold caress.
“You are scared!”
Soubi’s voice betrayed the tense emotions battling inside of him as he responded again with, “I am not.”
Kio chuckled, and gave a little tug of his hand, feeling Soubi’s fingers loosen only slightly around his wrist.
“Eh, what is it then? Saving yourself for Ritsuka?” Kio scratched his entangled hand upon the spot on Soubi’s scalp where his ears would have been. “A little too late for that, don’t you think?”
Soubi did not respond, but the tension in his delicately strong fingers relinquished slightly, and he allowed Kio to slip his hand free. An obvious mistake, as Soubi would soon come to realize.
Kio’s breath shifted away from his ear as the blond settled back into his chair.
“Is he good, Sou-chan? I can be good too; I know just what to do to make you squirm beneath me. You should really take me up on my offer - I can show you a hell of a good time.”
Soubi didn’t doubt this. He had often thought about what it would be like to let Kio have his greedy way with him; what it would feel like to be toyed with by Kio’s dirty fantasies; to be seduced . . .
So just what was it that was holding him back? Ritsuka? Yes, of course Ritsuka . . .
Kio was rambling on about something; but Soubi couldn’t hear him anymore; he had fallen into his own thoughts - silent, reclusive. His skin felt stretched upon his lean frame, his veins pulsing just beneath the surface, thudding in his skull; and the nape of his neck tingled deliciously upon each careless stroke of Kio’s fingertips as he teased his fingers across Soubi’s scalp.
This was becoming unnerving. Far too pleasurable to be safe anymore. And yet, it was also . . . delightful. Soubi was enjoying himself - this attention lavished solely upon himself - the dangerous heady excitement elicited by Kio’s lips, whispering into his ear.
The muscles in his neck jolted, as if licked by electricity. Teeth - hard, demanding, tugging for attention upon the downy flesh of his pierced ear.
Kio.
He was breathing something against Soubi’s neck, nibbling with fervent desire as his lips traveled along the underside of Soubi’s jaw - and Soubi wasn’t resisting. He titled his face upwards, inviting Kio to taste more - more.
“Aa -“ Soubi’s words caught in his throat as that hot fiery spoke flickered from between Kio’s open mouth, tasted the small well of his throat.
Soubi was sure his flesh had exploded into a canvass of singeing flames.
Kio chuckled, but it sounded muffled in Soubi’s ears. He was losing himself -- in a fog, drowning in Kio’s scent; his bones melting from Kio’s raw touch.
Just what was happening to him?
Oh, but how he wanted more - don’t end this sweet intoxication, don’t leave me begging; helpless.
“What’s wrong, Sou-chan?” Kio murmured, a devilish smile teasing his husky voice.
Soubi gritted his teeth. His hands gripped the edges of the tub in desperation, the cool stone rim riveting to the heated cells trembling through his palms.
“Hm . . ” Kio flattened his hand upon Soubi’s slick chest, “Like that,” he coaxed in satisfaction, feeling the way Soubi arched up against his palm. And Kio’s lips slid back into a smile upon Soubi’s collarbone.
“You taste good, Sou-chan. I bet you taste good all over. Especially . . . there.” Kio allowed the teasing accentuation in his voice to imply just where it was on Soubi’s body he wanted to place his mouth.
And Soubi knew just where it was; just the thought alone made him respond without his control; caused the blood to pulse there with even more ardent yearning.
Soubi fought the mounting urge to writhe beneath Kio’s touch, refused to allow the sounds pressing against his lips to release into the air.
When had the room become so suffocating? When had it become so difficult to breathe?
“You like this, don’t you, Sou-chan.”
How delicious . . .
“Do you think you can resist much longer? Let me give it to you, you know you want it.”
Kio slid his hand down further, splaying prodding fingers along Soubi’s ribcage, the narrow tilt of his hips that rose up to meet Kio’s fingers, down . . . His other hand had left Soubi’s foamy hair, and now that wiry arm was locked gently yet securely around Soubi’s neck; binding him to Kio’s chest.
“Let me taste your lips, Sou-chan,” Kio urged his friend. He was speaking of one thing but delving towards another; and his fingers inched closer to that object of desire, “I bet they taste so sweet . . . I want to feast on them, right now.”
Soubi strained against Kio’s arm, against the scrape of Kio’s teeth across his neck.
“Nicotine,” he rasped. Anything to distract him.
Kio’s fingers paused from their descent.
“. . . nani?”
Good God! Kio’s fingers were moving far too excruciatingly slow! Much too slow - much too slo--
Touch me! Now - there -ohplease, ohplease--
“Nicotine,” he bit out, his lips parted; and his widened pupils had become transfixed upon the spinning blur of the ceiling above him. If only - if only . . .
Kio’s hand was upon him now, curling deliciously around his straining desire.
Soubi bit back a cry; jerked against Kio’s long encircling fingers -- struggled for control as they gently squeezed.
Oh, this was becoming dangerous. Maddening.
Soubi never wanted it to end.
And Kio’s strokes were a mantra, a rhythm set out to ensnare Soubi, disarming every protest from his mind -- to draw him to that precipice, to cast him over the edge --
“My mouth,” he gasped, dangerous!
“Hm . . . ?”
“tastes-“ Soubi’s eyelids were locked fiercely in concentration, every nerve ending straining, fighting the pinnacle that threatened to consume him, “-like nicotine.”
And he shuddered, that flash of glorious white exploding behind his eyes in sweet release.
Weightless . . . floating . . . He heard Kio’s moan of satisfaction mingle with his own. Soubi licked his trembling lips.
Kio’s hot open-mouth kisses trailed sinfully upon the delicate arch of his throat, and he murmured pleasingly against the strained tendons in Soubi’s neck.
Soubi’s mouth was parted, his lungs starving for air; and as he drew in uneven breaths, he found himself marveling at the taste of salt in the air, wondered if it was perhaps from his own sweat. And he found this to be strangely amusing, a ragged chuckle echoing from his lips.
Kio, you little devil.
There was a trace of self-pride in Kio’s smile as he pressed his face close to Soubi’s face, feathering his lips across the high arch of Soubi’s cheekbone, his brow, the supple flesh of his lower lip; murmuring incoherent words as he waited for the lingering tremors to subside from Soubi’s body.
He nuzzled his lips against Soubi’s brow, impatient, wanting more from Soubi. He had yet to claim that generous mouth with his own, to feel the luscious curl of Soubi’s tongue around his own.
“Sou-chan.”
Soubi closed his eyes deliberately, feeling that calm slowly seep through his body once again. But the instant it settled he became restless again; he too wanted more; his body was already a tangle of nerves, inflamed with a hunger to unite in that tremulous ecstasy with Kio.
So dangerous . . . what had Kio let loose in him?
A door slammed open in the apartment, echoing from the front room, and Kio jumped, breaking away from Soubi.
The moment was shattered.
Ritsuka’s voice hollered through the apartment, and Soubi heard Kio grumble a mixture of resentful words behind his ear.
Soubi chuckled.
“Damn it,” Kio muttered, rising to his feet. He glared at the door, as if his gaze would actually be able to push Ritsuka back out of the apartment.
Soubi had pushed himself up comfortably against the curve of the tub; lapsing gracefully into his old, passive self once again.
Kio, however, hadn’t recovered with a much dignity as Soubi had somehow managed.
Still grumbling, he bent down to plunge his soupy hands into the water of the bathtub, his fingers skimming against Soubi’s thigh for one last touch. His blue eyes darkened up at Soubi, who was peering down at him with a trace of subdued amusement. “You know that kid’s got the worst timing,” Kio told his friend begrudgingly.
The corner of Soubi’s mouth twitched, his warm eyes still slightly hazy from the arousal he had experienced only seconds ago.
“Hm.”
He twisted the handles of the bathtub, fresh water spilling from it. Bracing his hands on the bottom of the tub, he arched his back, allowing his head to tilt far enough back until his scalp was fully submerged by the rushing water.
“Don’t be sour,” he told his friend, feeling the suds of his soapy hair rinsed away by the bathwater. He rose to his feet, shivering slightly as the cool air nipped at his warmed naked flesh.
“And you’re not?” Kio replied, somewhat unnerved. His cheeks flushed suddenly at Soubi’s casual disregard for being so exposed.
Kio glanced up at him, his eyes sweeping in a fleeting gesture of longing over Soubi’s long and painfully elegant body as he stepped from the tub. Water ran in rivets down Soubi’s pale limbs, accenting all the lovely secrets of Soubi’s body - the slight concave of his abdomen, those slender thighs gleaming firmly beneath the glistening water; his --
The blond resisted the urge to wail in protest as Soubi retrieved a towel from the door and calmly wrapped it around his narrow hips, once again hiding himself from Kio’s hungry gaze.
Soubi chuckled to himself as a small growl of frustration echoed behind him.
A small rapping of knuckles upon the bathroom door.
“Soubi? Are you in there?” Ritsuka called, and Soubi could hear the curiosity in the boy’s voice. No doubt he had noticed Kio’s belongings on the couch in the front room, even though there was no Kio actually present in there.
Soubi concealed the amusement of his sudden predicament by replying mildly with, “Hai, Ritsuka, I’ll be done soon.”
Kio huffed behind him, crossing his arms over his chest as he eyed Soubi with obvious contempt.
Soubi arched his brows inquiringly.
“Nani?”
Kio snorted, thrusting his hand through his hair.
“I vote you tell Ritsuka you’re sick and stay in here with me. I’m not finished with you yet, and I’m sure as hell that you weren’t finished back there either. Here - I’ll take the towel for you.”
Soubi laughed softly at Kio’s assertion and gave a bemused shake of his head, his long hair shifting along his shoulders in wet strands as he did so.
“Arigatou, for the washing, Kio,” Soubi replied, “But I’ll keep the towel, and I am finished. I need to change now.”
Kio scowled, narrowing his eyes at Soubi as he passed him by, the word ‘Bastard’ brushing across Soubi’s neck as he reached for the door handle.
“Kio.”
Still upset, Kio didn’t bother to turn around to face him. Instead he replied testily, “What?”
He yelped in surprise when he felt Soubi’s slender fingers curl around his wrist, halting him.
“Kio.”
A tremor shuddered through his bones at the sound of Soubi’s voice - lowered, deeper, somehow so enthralling . . .
Slowly, Kio turned.
And there was Soubi, standing opposite from him only a few feet away; with his arm stretched out to cover the distance between them, bending towards him in a way that caused him to peer up into Kio’s shocked face.
“Kio,” Soubi coaxed softly, his slender eyes dark and smoky; sly.
Kio’s heart was in his throat now.
“Don’t you . . . want your reward?”
Kio swallowed.
“For what?” he rasped, his gaze frozen down upon Soubi’s face.
Just when had their positions become reversed?
A slow smile.
“For pleasuring me.”
And then those lips were upon Kio’s in one swift, fluid motion.
Kio gasped, or at least, he attempted to; but Soubi had parted his lips and inhaled deeply, sucking the breath from Kio’s lungs, leaving his helpless, shuddering.
Soubi possessed a mouth soft and yet earnest in its quiet demand; shifting across Kio’s lips, his tongue slipping between them to curl sumptuously around Kio’s.
Molten heat mounted and surged low in Kio’s belly. And with a growl he locked his arm around Soubi’s waist and yanked him hungrily against him.
He felt Soubi chuckle into his mouth, which only fueled the fire, scorching his rationale; and he parted his lips further, devouring Soubi’s tender mouth with reckless abandon.
Ah, what delicious ecstasy - with Soubi’s hard frame molding against Kio’s wiry figure; trapping him against the wooden door.
Kio whimpered, low in his throat as he felt Soubi’s thing settle snuggly between his legs. He gripped the towel hanging loosely from Soubi’s hips, curled his fingers around the material - tugged.
Soubi’s free hand enclosed gently around his wrist.
“Iie,” he chided softly into Kio’s mouth, halting him. And he felt Kio’s frustration vibrate through his chest.
How cute.
“That’s your reward, that’s all you get,” he whispered.
Kio’s arm wound stubbornly around Soubi’s neck.
“No,” he mumbled, his breath hot across Soubi’s mouth. “More. You bastard.”
The corner of Soubi’s eyes crinkled in mirth.
He lifted his arm, reaching around his own neck to curl his fingers around the hand of Kio’s arm that refused to relinquish its hold upon Soubi. Slowly he peeled it away, allowing Kio’s hand to drag down his bare chest apologetically as he did so.
He suckled on Kio’s plump lower lip, teasing the supple flesh with his teeth as he gradually withdrew, waiting for that final moan to bubble from Kio’s throat and into the air.
Satisfied, pleased, Soubi finally released Kio’s mouth from his own completely.
Kio’s body shuddered against his own, his head falling back to rest against the door.
And Soubi gave a little bemused smile.
“You were right,” Soubi told his friend, untangling himself from Kio’s body with a bit of reluctance of his own. He ran his tongue along his lips, tasting the lingering flavor of Kio’s mouth, and savoring it.
He turned away, raising his hands to his hair as he once again tied up his mused strands into a slightly disarrayed ponytail.
Kio opened one blue eye, arching his brow. He still hadn’t moved. Didn’t want to.
“Eh?”
At first Soubi didn’t respond.
Seconds ticked by. Minutes.
Kio frowned.
And then Soubi turned, only slightly, allowing a pleased smile to grace his lips for Kio to see.
“Having one’s hair washed is a very pleasurable thing indeed. Let’s do it again sometime, ne?”
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