For Tsueh: 1 of 8
Title: Forever Mine
Author: Rosella
Rating: R
Warnings: I suppose it could always be much worse. The porn is horribly written, but practice makes perfect.... right? />.<\
Prompt: Sasone/Giotto - possessiveness; "I would never forgive anyone who would dare take you away from me."
Word count: Fairly long.
He never dreams, or it's possible he does and just never cares to remember them. But this one was too real, too vivid in colors and sounds, feelings and smells that he couldn't let it roll off his shoulders. Not this one. He sits up, back pressed to the ornate headboard as he shifts the cigarette from one hand to the other, flicking the gathered ash into a floral teacup. He grunts in agitation as flashes of his dream come back to him and he forces himself from grinding his teeth to a lovely powder. Tense hands run fingers through raven strands while exhaling a puff of gray smoke; he needs a drink. A strong one. The pile of blankets are shoved aside as he stands, making his way over to the other side of the room where the crystal vials of amber liquid stood. Resting the smoking nail between thin lips, the sounds of sloshing liquid fill the room along with the soft clinks of glass before he gathers his drink and moves to the middle of the grand room. He stands there, cigarette and glass in hand while the moon's silver light bathes his bare limbs, sweat glistening off well defined muscles, the front side of him obscured by shadows; hiding the intense glare that had etched unto his features.
A soft knock on the bedroom door breaks his irritation, if only briefly to call out to the person on the other side. The voice responds and his hand threatens to break the glass at hand, before he forces himself to relax and allows the other entrance; minding little that he is naked.
The other body moves forward, completely at ease and unaware of the taller man's tense form and if he is, it doesn't show. Sasone grunts and turns away from him, refusing to look at the blond as the dream is still too fresh in his mind. A gloved hand reaches out to glide along the Sasone's back, over the firm muscles, and dips and rises of his shoulder blades. Sasone shrugs Giotto away, but the blond remains unfazed, sliding his hand along the shoulders and allowing his touch to linger across the collarbone as he stands in front of the clearly angered male. Sasone looks away, drinking the last of the burning liquid and promptly dropping the finished cigarette inside. Giotto's gaze asks him too many questions at once that dark eyes lift to a spot somewhere over the shorter man's head; the feeling of fine leather pressed against his cheek, turning him back to face those questions.
Alas, Sasone doesn't speak, refusing to answer to his damned jealousy, much less say it out loud as the very cause was standing before him. They stare at each other in silence. Giotto waiting kindly for Sasone to speak and Sasone impatiently waiting for Giotto to say what the hell he wanted. Neither speaks.
The sound of glass shattering amplifies in the still room, mixing in with the muffled noises of surprise coming from the blond as Sasone crushes their lips together; bruising and forceful, hungry and possessive. Eager hands move quickly over each button, zipper, anything that is blocking his way of the pale flesh beneath, this way much more controlled and short lived as Sasone becomes impatient and rips the material off of Giotto. The soft whimpers from Giotto only seem to encourage Sasone, heated kisses turned passionate and greedy all at once leaving them breathless and hot with desire. Needy hands grip tight to Giotto's hips, lifting him with ease to have pale thighs squeeze and ankles locking in place around Sasone's waist. He doesn't move them over to the bed, no, instead slamming the blond against the wall with a soft grunt and a trembling whimper from the other.
Sasone has always kept a leash on the feral tiger within, locked away the little monster that saw no problem in lustful violence. To make Giotto feel more pain than pleasure, bruise him instead of a loving caress, and to completely detach himself rather than share in their high level of intimacy. It always wanted out, whenever he had Giotto there beneath him- trustful and willing, knowing Sasone would never intentionally hurt him; only making the monster within eager to just break the other completely.
Giotto's soft moans muffled by a gloved hand pressed over his lips, the other hand running through the short raven strands. Breaths shallow, skin flushed a deep pink, eyes at half mast as he shudders again when he feels Sasone's greedy lips press firmly to his neck; marking him again and again. Calloused fingertips graze Giotto's torso before wedging between the muscles of his rear and tracing the rim of his tender entrance. Giotto gasps and once again feels the demanding kiss in the moment that those fingers probe him forcefully. Moisture begins to gather around clear blue eyes, but Sasone continues to shove those digits within, blunt nails scratching sensitive inner flesh, and soon scissoring the blond with purpose. Giotto moans a little louder, his blush only darkening while his body quivers. Thighs gripping Sasone's hips tightly, as he hesitantly begins to rock sensually against the hand. His movements an unwarranted seduction, as they seem innocent, the body simply doing what it wants; and Sasone growls low. Knowing, insisting that this body against him only respond to him. Know him and no one else as Giotto belonged to him. With every searing touch, passion filled kisses, blissful moans and groans were for his ears alone.
Flashes of the dream come to him now and deep emerald eyes flash an dangerous glow. A third finger joins the two, stretching the blond further, his thrusts harsh, blind to the discomfort as Giotto continue to mewl softly into his gloved hand, body trembling uncontrollably as his member stands firm; rubbing along the other's stomach. Giotto doesn't protest, but wonders silently what placed Sasone in this mood, and overall allows the dominant male do as he pleases; knowing Sasone enough to not to push him away for possible fear of being hurt.
Kisses are eager, hungry, demanding, as the touches will the same emotions, his fingers slicks and out of the other before a soft grunt and again Sasone slams Giotto against the wall as his leaking arousal nudges the place where his fingers vacated. Instead of taking Giotto hard and fast, he allows gravity to drop blond down upon his awaiting member. The warmth dragging out a low hiss as Giotto's lips part in a breathless moan, back arching gracefully while he presses his chest to the other and Sasone merely wraps his arm tightly to the smaller frame. His hard cock burrows deep, the tip just shy of those over-sensitive nerves and once he hears the starting of steady breathing-- He bucks up hips up in a harsh move, groaning softly as he drops back down and repeating the move to have Giotto lightly bouncing atop his member.
The thrusts become more passionate than possessive, more pleasure-seeking than needy grinds and it's not long before either is covered in sweat, bodies sticky with fluids as they lay breathless, wheezing in each other's arms. Giotto quivering, his skin sensitive to the slightest caress, and eyes dropping heavy as he cuddles close to Sasone.
"Now... will you tell me?"
Sasone pauses in his gentle murmurs to each of those violent hickeys.
"Sasone?"
A tiny mewl escapes the blond as Sasone's pulls him close and remains silent. Giotto, tired and falling victim to his afterglow, remains patient and alert. There's a drawn out sigh-
"I would never... forgive anyone who dared to take you away from me." He whispers softly against the other's neck. "Much less allow them to live a moment longer."
Giotto weakly raises his arm, a gloved hand cupping the strong jaw and tilting the face up so clear sapphires gaze into deep emeralds.
"And if I were the one to leave?" Not that this would help the situation, but the words were out before the blond had time to think clearly upon them. The arms tighten before loosening immensely that Giotto clings to the other; not wanting to be away from the warm embrace.
"I... would lose myself." Truer words have never been spoken from this one, not a hint of a tease or jest. Pure honesty and Giotto smiles kindly, leaning up to place a kiss to the furrow of his brow and another to his lips.
"Then we should be thankful I am still here. To keep you from getting lost."
Sasone grunts, but keeps his hold, refusing to let Giotto go as he eases his mind to find sleep, the whispering hums from the smaller male- soothing and allowing Sasone to find sleep. Giotto glad that his lover was much too tired to contemplate further the blond's answer, as Giotto never set in stone that he would stay forever by Sasone's side.
Author: Rosella
Rating: R
Warnings: I suppose it could always be much worse. The porn is horribly written, but practice makes perfect.... right? />.<\
Prompt: Sasone/Giotto - possessiveness; "I would never forgive anyone who would dare take you away from me."
Word count: Fairly long.
He never dreams, or it's possible he does and just never cares to remember them. But this one was too real, too vivid in colors and sounds, feelings and smells that he couldn't let it roll off his shoulders. Not this one. He sits up, back pressed to the ornate headboard as he shifts the cigarette from one hand to the other, flicking the gathered ash into a floral teacup. He grunts in agitation as flashes of his dream come back to him and he forces himself from grinding his teeth to a lovely powder. Tense hands run fingers through raven strands while exhaling a puff of gray smoke; he needs a drink. A strong one. The pile of blankets are shoved aside as he stands, making his way over to the other side of the room where the crystal vials of amber liquid stood. Resting the smoking nail between thin lips, the sounds of sloshing liquid fill the room along with the soft clinks of glass before he gathers his drink and moves to the middle of the grand room. He stands there, cigarette and glass in hand while the moon's silver light bathes his bare limbs, sweat glistening off well defined muscles, the front side of him obscured by shadows; hiding the intense glare that had etched unto his features.
A soft knock on the bedroom door breaks his irritation, if only briefly to call out to the person on the other side. The voice responds and his hand threatens to break the glass at hand, before he forces himself to relax and allows the other entrance; minding little that he is naked.
The other body moves forward, completely at ease and unaware of the taller man's tense form and if he is, it doesn't show. Sasone grunts and turns away from him, refusing to look at the blond as the dream is still too fresh in his mind. A gloved hand reaches out to glide along the Sasone's back, over the firm muscles, and dips and rises of his shoulder blades. Sasone shrugs Giotto away, but the blond remains unfazed, sliding his hand along the shoulders and allowing his touch to linger across the collarbone as he stands in front of the clearly angered male. Sasone looks away, drinking the last of the burning liquid and promptly dropping the finished cigarette inside. Giotto's gaze asks him too many questions at once that dark eyes lift to a spot somewhere over the shorter man's head; the feeling of fine leather pressed against his cheek, turning him back to face those questions.
Alas, Sasone doesn't speak, refusing to answer to his damned jealousy, much less say it out loud as the very cause was standing before him. They stare at each other in silence. Giotto waiting kindly for Sasone to speak and Sasone impatiently waiting for Giotto to say what the hell he wanted. Neither speaks.
The sound of glass shattering amplifies in the still room, mixing in with the muffled noises of surprise coming from the blond as Sasone crushes their lips together; bruising and forceful, hungry and possessive. Eager hands move quickly over each button, zipper, anything that is blocking his way of the pale flesh beneath, this way much more controlled and short lived as Sasone becomes impatient and rips the material off of Giotto. The soft whimpers from Giotto only seem to encourage Sasone, heated kisses turned passionate and greedy all at once leaving them breathless and hot with desire. Needy hands grip tight to Giotto's hips, lifting him with ease to have pale thighs squeeze and ankles locking in place around Sasone's waist. He doesn't move them over to the bed, no, instead slamming the blond against the wall with a soft grunt and a trembling whimper from the other.
Sasone has always kept a leash on the feral tiger within, locked away the little monster that saw no problem in lustful violence. To make Giotto feel more pain than pleasure, bruise him instead of a loving caress, and to completely detach himself rather than share in their high level of intimacy. It always wanted out, whenever he had Giotto there beneath him- trustful and willing, knowing Sasone would never intentionally hurt him; only making the monster within eager to just break the other completely.
Giotto's soft moans muffled by a gloved hand pressed over his lips, the other hand running through the short raven strands. Breaths shallow, skin flushed a deep pink, eyes at half mast as he shudders again when he feels Sasone's greedy lips press firmly to his neck; marking him again and again. Calloused fingertips graze Giotto's torso before wedging between the muscles of his rear and tracing the rim of his tender entrance. Giotto gasps and once again feels the demanding kiss in the moment that those fingers probe him forcefully. Moisture begins to gather around clear blue eyes, but Sasone continues to shove those digits within, blunt nails scratching sensitive inner flesh, and soon scissoring the blond with purpose. Giotto moans a little louder, his blush only darkening while his body quivers. Thighs gripping Sasone's hips tightly, as he hesitantly begins to rock sensually against the hand. His movements an unwarranted seduction, as they seem innocent, the body simply doing what it wants; and Sasone growls low. Knowing, insisting that this body against him only respond to him. Know him and no one else as Giotto belonged to him. With every searing touch, passion filled kisses, blissful moans and groans were for his ears alone.
Flashes of the dream come to him now and deep emerald eyes flash an dangerous glow. A third finger joins the two, stretching the blond further, his thrusts harsh, blind to the discomfort as Giotto continue to mewl softly into his gloved hand, body trembling uncontrollably as his member stands firm; rubbing along the other's stomach. Giotto doesn't protest, but wonders silently what placed Sasone in this mood, and overall allows the dominant male do as he pleases; knowing Sasone enough to not to push him away for possible fear of being hurt.
Kisses are eager, hungry, demanding, as the touches will the same emotions, his fingers slicks and out of the other before a soft grunt and again Sasone slams Giotto against the wall as his leaking arousal nudges the place where his fingers vacated. Instead of taking Giotto hard and fast, he allows gravity to drop blond down upon his awaiting member. The warmth dragging out a low hiss as Giotto's lips part in a breathless moan, back arching gracefully while he presses his chest to the other and Sasone merely wraps his arm tightly to the smaller frame. His hard cock burrows deep, the tip just shy of those over-sensitive nerves and once he hears the starting of steady breathing-- He bucks up hips up in a harsh move, groaning softly as he drops back down and repeating the move to have Giotto lightly bouncing atop his member.
The thrusts become more passionate than possessive, more pleasure-seeking than needy grinds and it's not long before either is covered in sweat, bodies sticky with fluids as they lay breathless, wheezing in each other's arms. Giotto quivering, his skin sensitive to the slightest caress, and eyes dropping heavy as he cuddles close to Sasone.
"Now... will you tell me?"
Sasone pauses in his gentle murmurs to each of those violent hickeys.
"Sasone?"
A tiny mewl escapes the blond as Sasone's pulls him close and remains silent. Giotto, tired and falling victim to his afterglow, remains patient and alert. There's a drawn out sigh-
"I would never... forgive anyone who dared to take you away from me." He whispers softly against the other's neck. "Much less allow them to live a moment longer."
Giotto weakly raises his arm, a gloved hand cupping the strong jaw and tilting the face up so clear sapphires gaze into deep emeralds.
"And if I were the one to leave?" Not that this would help the situation, but the words were out before the blond had time to think clearly upon them. The arms tighten before loosening immensely that Giotto clings to the other; not wanting to be away from the warm embrace.
"I... would lose myself." Truer words have never been spoken from this one, not a hint of a tease or jest. Pure honesty and Giotto smiles kindly, leaning up to place a kiss to the furrow of his brow and another to his lips.
"Then we should be thankful I am still here. To keep you from getting lost."
Sasone grunts, but keeps his hold, refusing to let Giotto go as he eases his mind to find sleep, the whispering hums from the smaller male- soothing and allowing Sasone to find sleep. Giotto glad that his lover was much too tired to contemplate further the blond's answer, as Giotto never set in stone that he would stay forever by Sasone's side.