[one-shot, nc-17] Table Manners - Atsushi x Aki
Title: Table Manners
Author: echo_plex
Pairing: AtsushixAki (BUCK-TICK/SID)
Rating/Warnings: NC-17, rough sex
Disclaimer: I do not own Aki or Atsushi.
Summary: They forgot about dinner. Again.
Notes: More AtsushixAki spammage since it seems to have a warm reception <3
Dinner sits forgotten on the table while those who were consuming it minutes before are wrestling each other against the edge of the table, kissing and all around trying to devour each other hungrily with touch. Aki's skirt, a long flowing one he favors, is bunched up around his waist while his bare legs wrap tightly around Atsushi's waist; his pants are undone and his length is ramming into Aki's unprepared entrance savagely. The rough, punctuated thrusts shake the table and the forks and knives clatter loudly with the movement, but not as loud as Aki's feminine groans. The younger man clenches his muscles tightly and arches backwards each time the precarious angle allows him a lightning flash of pleasure when the head of Atsushi's length comes in contact with his sensitive spot. All of Aki is sensitive, but that bundle of nerves somewhere inside inside is specially vulnerable to Atsushi's passionate assault.
Atsushi's throat is hoarse from grunting and calling Aki's name in feral whispers, so his instinct is to reach for the shaking bottle of red wine on the table and bite the cork off; Aki's eyes open briefly and his mouth parts as if on cue; he presses his open mouth to Aki's and pours the wine between them, letting the alcohol flood their mouths and drip down to soak their clothes and bodies.
The sensation of wet clothing and overpowering alcohol on his skin coupled with the maddening feel of Atsushi everywhere makes Aki feverish and eager for release; he tugs on Atsushi's hair more harshly and rolls his hips against him shamelessly, wantonly. Each time Aki tightens around him Atsushi wants to scream -it's tight enough already and much too hot for him not to lose his composure. He pours more wine into their hungry, kissing mouths and most of it goes to waste, making their shirts stick to their skin and the heady scent of rich Amarone makes them gasp for air.
Aki's close --Atsushi can tell by the desperate noises and the clinging-- and Atsushi himself is not too far behind as all five senses are overwhelmed by Aki; his eyes shut tightly and the image of Aki riding his length like a horse race jockey burns behind his eyelids, his nose tickles and burns with the scent of Aki's shampoo and the wine's scent clinging to his skin; his hands are full of warm, soaked flesh and his fingers tingle -- not to mention his bursting length-- and why mention the sounds and taste of Aki when his lips are dueling almost violently and throaty sounds break from his mouth?
Aki is the first to plummet into climax, crying out against Atsushi's shoulder and curving his body against the older man's. His hands claw at Atsushi's biceps and Aki's needy half-screams of his name mingled with tears send a fine shudder down his spine that explodes into a bone-melting release that steals his breath for a long moment and causes his upper body to collapse against the table, pinning Aki's body underneath him.
Aki whimpers and wraps his arms around Atsushi's neck weakly; Atsushi's grip on the bottle slips and it crashes with a splash of wine and glass shards on the floor. Atsushi groans but does not move to pick it up. Aki doesn't let him move and his body is on fire inside. He rests immobile instead, tangling his wine-stained fingers in Aki's hair and pressing his lips to Aki's forehead for a tender kiss.
Author: echo_plex
Pairing: AtsushixAki (BUCK-TICK/SID)
Rating/Warnings: NC-17, rough sex
Disclaimer: I do not own Aki or Atsushi.
Summary: They forgot about dinner. Again.
Notes: More AtsushixAki spammage since it seems to have a warm reception <3
Dinner sits forgotten on the table while those who were consuming it minutes before are wrestling each other against the edge of the table, kissing and all around trying to devour each other hungrily with touch. Aki's skirt, a long flowing one he favors, is bunched up around his waist while his bare legs wrap tightly around Atsushi's waist; his pants are undone and his length is ramming into Aki's unprepared entrance savagely. The rough, punctuated thrusts shake the table and the forks and knives clatter loudly with the movement, but not as loud as Aki's feminine groans. The younger man clenches his muscles tightly and arches backwards each time the precarious angle allows him a lightning flash of pleasure when the head of Atsushi's length comes in contact with his sensitive spot. All of Aki is sensitive, but that bundle of nerves somewhere inside inside is specially vulnerable to Atsushi's passionate assault.
Atsushi's throat is hoarse from grunting and calling Aki's name in feral whispers, so his instinct is to reach for the shaking bottle of red wine on the table and bite the cork off; Aki's eyes open briefly and his mouth parts as if on cue; he presses his open mouth to Aki's and pours the wine between them, letting the alcohol flood their mouths and drip down to soak their clothes and bodies.
The sensation of wet clothing and overpowering alcohol on his skin coupled with the maddening feel of Atsushi everywhere makes Aki feverish and eager for release; he tugs on Atsushi's hair more harshly and rolls his hips against him shamelessly, wantonly. Each time Aki tightens around him Atsushi wants to scream -it's tight enough already and much too hot for him not to lose his composure. He pours more wine into their hungry, kissing mouths and most of it goes to waste, making their shirts stick to their skin and the heady scent of rich Amarone makes them gasp for air.
Aki's close --Atsushi can tell by the desperate noises and the clinging-- and Atsushi himself is not too far behind as all five senses are overwhelmed by Aki; his eyes shut tightly and the image of Aki riding his length like a horse race jockey burns behind his eyelids, his nose tickles and burns with the scent of Aki's shampoo and the wine's scent clinging to his skin; his hands are full of warm, soaked flesh and his fingers tingle -- not to mention his bursting length-- and why mention the sounds and taste of Aki when his lips are dueling almost violently and throaty sounds break from his mouth?
Aki is the first to plummet into climax, crying out against Atsushi's shoulder and curving his body against the older man's. His hands claw at Atsushi's biceps and Aki's needy half-screams of his name mingled with tears send a fine shudder down his spine that explodes into a bone-melting release that steals his breath for a long moment and causes his upper body to collapse against the table, pinning Aki's body underneath him.
Aki whimpers and wraps his arms around Atsushi's neck weakly; Atsushi's grip on the bottle slips and it crashes with a splash of wine and glass shards on the floor. Atsushi groans but does not move to pick it up. Aki doesn't let him move and his body is on fire inside. He rests immobile instead, tangling his wine-stained fingers in Aki's hair and pressing his lips to Aki's forehead for a tender kiss.