[Uraboku]:: Hotsuma x Shusei. To Touch Heaven
Title: To Touch Heaven.
Pairing: Renjou Hotsuma x Usui Shusei
Rating/Contains/Word count: R/handjob/707
Disclaimer: I do not own, nor do I make profit from Uraboku.
Summary: After taking a bath, Shusei gets dirty again.
Notes: for the citrus_taste Halloween mini-challenge. Comments and feedback are appreciated.
Shusei paused outside of Hotsuma’s room. It was well past midnight, but his partner rarely slept on the weekends, preferring to slaughter alien races- or curse at the console when the game’s boss beat him. Shusei frowned at the unusual quiet, knocking lightly before opening the door. Hotsuma’s bed was made, gaming console turned off, the room dark.
Worry creeping into his mind, Shusei left the bedroom, shutting the door behind him. He walked back toward his own bedroom, rubbing at his hair with a towel. He stopped, staring at his door, that when he had gone to bathe, was shut. He pushed the door the rest of the way open to see Hotsuma sitting in the window seat.
"Hotsuma?" Shusei shut the door behind him, hanging the towel on a hook. "Is there something wrong?" Rather than responding, Hotsuma got up, crossed the room in a few steps, and pinned Shusei against the door. Hotsuma’s touch was feather light, fingertips tracing over Shusei’s face, thumb teasing over his lower lip. Shusei shivered, his breath catching in his chest, lips parting under the delicate touch.
"Enjoy your bath?" Hotsuma had shifted his weight, now bracing over Shusei. An innocent brush of lips against Shusei’s, a soft sigh coming from the other boy.
"I did." Shusei smiled gently. He reached out, hand sliding down Hotsuma’s chest. He felt the younger boy tremble slightly under his touch, another smile working over his face. Shusei’s head tipped back, Hotsuma nuzzled against his neck, Shusei biting his lower lip to keep quiet. Cool air bit at his skin as Hotsuma unbuttoned his shirt.
"Hotsuma?" Shusei squirmed, Hotsuma’s hands sliding up his torso. The other boy kissed at Shusei’s neck, slowly working his way down to his collar bone. Shusei cried out, his grip on Hotsuma’s shirt tightening. Hotsuma’s mouth teasing along the edges of his scar. One hand slid into tangled hair, tugging sharply as Hotsuma continued to lick.
It was agonizingly slow, Hotsuma making soothing noises as he continued to lap at the marred skin. Shusei jerked, overwhelmed by the sensations- the wet heat of Hotsuma’s tongue, and the sharp pleasure pain that shot through him each time Hotsuma licked.
Shusei panted harshly, warmth coursing through his body. Hotsuma hadn’t stopped licking at his skin, the boy’s other hand stroking idly at Shusei’s stomach. He tipped his head back, letting it hit the door, ignoring the brief flash of pain. Hotsuma hummed softly, the vibrations sliding along Shusei’s skin, sending shivers down his spine.
He tugged again at Hotsuma’s hair, body on edge. His hips jerked against the other boy’s desperate for more. Shusei was hard, his face flushing with the realization that he had found pleasure in the burn.
"You’re okay." Hotsuma’s voice was quiet, words a bit rough. His eyes were dark, lips pouty. "It’s okay, Shusei."
Moonlight illuminated the room, casting everything in a silvery light. Shusei closed his eyes, accepting the gentle kiss from Hotsuma.
Shusei groaned softly, the noise muffled. Hotsuma’s hand moved down his torso, sliding into Shusei’s pajama pants. He trembled, as Hotsuma’s fingers teased over the head of his erection. Hands shaking, Shusei shoved at his pants, working them off of his hips. Hotsuma chuckled, nipping at his lower lip.
"I knew it felt good." Hotsuma’s hand moved, fingers closing around Shusei’s length, stroking slowly. The kisses trailed along his jaw, back down his neck. Shusei watched as Hotsuma licked at the scar again, this time his eyes locked on Shusei’s.
"Hotsuma…." the other boy’s name was a low groan, Shusei clutching at him. His hips rocked into the hand stroking at his cock, feeling heat and pleasure coil low in his stomach.
Shusei shuddered, the sensational overload pushing him over the edge. He whimpered softly, coming all over Hotsuma’s hand, who only kissed him softly. Shusei wrapped tight around Hotsuma, his legs unsteady. He clung to the other boy, nose buried in his neck, breathing deep the comforting, familiar scent that was entirely Hotsuma. Once his heart rate returned to normal, and his legs didn’t feel like buckling, he let go. Shusei groaned, catching sight of Hotsuma. The other boy smirked at him, licking his hand clean.
"Stay with me tonight?"
Pairing: Renjou Hotsuma x Usui Shusei
Rating/Contains/Word count: R/handjob/707
Disclaimer: I do not own, nor do I make profit from Uraboku.
Summary: After taking a bath, Shusei gets dirty again.
Notes: for the citrus_taste Halloween mini-challenge. Comments and feedback are appreciated.
Shusei paused outside of Hotsuma’s room. It was well past midnight, but his partner rarely slept on the weekends, preferring to slaughter alien races- or curse at the console when the game’s boss beat him. Shusei frowned at the unusual quiet, knocking lightly before opening the door. Hotsuma’s bed was made, gaming console turned off, the room dark.
Worry creeping into his mind, Shusei left the bedroom, shutting the door behind him. He walked back toward his own bedroom, rubbing at his hair with a towel. He stopped, staring at his door, that when he had gone to bathe, was shut. He pushed the door the rest of the way open to see Hotsuma sitting in the window seat.
"Hotsuma?" Shusei shut the door behind him, hanging the towel on a hook. "Is there something wrong?" Rather than responding, Hotsuma got up, crossed the room in a few steps, and pinned Shusei against the door. Hotsuma’s touch was feather light, fingertips tracing over Shusei’s face, thumb teasing over his lower lip. Shusei shivered, his breath catching in his chest, lips parting under the delicate touch.
"Enjoy your bath?" Hotsuma had shifted his weight, now bracing over Shusei. An innocent brush of lips against Shusei’s, a soft sigh coming from the other boy.
"I did." Shusei smiled gently. He reached out, hand sliding down Hotsuma’s chest. He felt the younger boy tremble slightly under his touch, another smile working over his face. Shusei’s head tipped back, Hotsuma nuzzled against his neck, Shusei biting his lower lip to keep quiet. Cool air bit at his skin as Hotsuma unbuttoned his shirt.
"Hotsuma?" Shusei squirmed, Hotsuma’s hands sliding up his torso. The other boy kissed at Shusei’s neck, slowly working his way down to his collar bone. Shusei cried out, his grip on Hotsuma’s shirt tightening. Hotsuma’s mouth teasing along the edges of his scar. One hand slid into tangled hair, tugging sharply as Hotsuma continued to lick.
It was agonizingly slow, Hotsuma making soothing noises as he continued to lap at the marred skin. Shusei jerked, overwhelmed by the sensations- the wet heat of Hotsuma’s tongue, and the sharp pleasure pain that shot through him each time Hotsuma licked.
Shusei panted harshly, warmth coursing through his body. Hotsuma hadn’t stopped licking at his skin, the boy’s other hand stroking idly at Shusei’s stomach. He tipped his head back, letting it hit the door, ignoring the brief flash of pain. Hotsuma hummed softly, the vibrations sliding along Shusei’s skin, sending shivers down his spine.
He tugged again at Hotsuma’s hair, body on edge. His hips jerked against the other boy’s desperate for more. Shusei was hard, his face flushing with the realization that he had found pleasure in the burn.
"You’re okay." Hotsuma’s voice was quiet, words a bit rough. His eyes were dark, lips pouty. "It’s okay, Shusei."
Moonlight illuminated the room, casting everything in a silvery light. Shusei closed his eyes, accepting the gentle kiss from Hotsuma.
Shusei groaned softly, the noise muffled. Hotsuma’s hand moved down his torso, sliding into Shusei’s pajama pants. He trembled, as Hotsuma’s fingers teased over the head of his erection. Hands shaking, Shusei shoved at his pants, working them off of his hips. Hotsuma chuckled, nipping at his lower lip.
"I knew it felt good." Hotsuma’s hand moved, fingers closing around Shusei’s length, stroking slowly. The kisses trailed along his jaw, back down his neck. Shusei watched as Hotsuma licked at the scar again, this time his eyes locked on Shusei’s.
"Hotsuma…." the other boy’s name was a low groan, Shusei clutching at him. His hips rocked into the hand stroking at his cock, feeling heat and pleasure coil low in his stomach.
Shusei shuddered, the sensational overload pushing him over the edge. He whimpered softly, coming all over Hotsuma’s hand, who only kissed him softly. Shusei wrapped tight around Hotsuma, his legs unsteady. He clung to the other boy, nose buried in his neck, breathing deep the comforting, familiar scent that was entirely Hotsuma. Once his heart rate returned to normal, and his legs didn’t feel like buckling, he let go. Shusei groaned, catching sight of Hotsuma. The other boy smirked at him, licking his hand clean.
"Stay with me tonight?"