[Weiss Kreuz] fanfic
Title: Skin (Lust)
Author: reapandcollect
Fandom: Weiss Kreuz
Characters/Pairing: Fujiyima Aya x Kudou Yohji.
Prompt: Lust
Word Count: 862
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I do not own, nor do I make profit from the characters of Weiss. Just playing in their world.
Author's Notes: Many, many thanks to my beta, sunlesslands. This is for the 7_deadly_sins_ challenge. Con-crit is appreciated, comments are welcomed. This is crossposted.
Aya had been standing outside the bathroom for a few minutes. Everyone else had attempted, unsuccessfully, to get Yohji out of the shower and now the task was left to him. He knocked, once, twice and hearing no response he jiggled the doorknob. It was locked, but the key rested above him on the doorframe, he knocked again, steady obnoxious sound wondering how he always got stuck with these tasks. There wasn’t any response, so he simply unlocked the door entered the bathroom and relocked it behind him.
It took him a few minutes to adjust to the heat and haze of the steam. Apparently Yohji was planning on using all of the hot water in Japan. His vision cleared and he could see Kudou clearly, the blonde had retreated to the far corner of the shower stall, back to Aya, head resting against the tile of the wall. He shed his clothes, and entered the shower soundlessly. Hot water blasted his skin, soaking his hair to his face and neck instantly. Yohji tensed, tried to jerk away, when Aya wrapped his arms around his waist.
"Relax Kudou."
Calloused fingers skimmed along Yohji’s hipbones. "You’re too tense."
Aya could almost feel the tension leave the other man as he touched him. Feather light touches of lips and tongue sent micro shock waves down Yohji’s spine, he could feel the slight tremors of lean muscles against his mouth. Fingernails scrapped against skin, hips rocked forward reflexively.
"See?"
A kiss to the shoulder. One hand shifted, wrapped around Yohji’s cock. The grip was loose pace slow as Aya stroked him. Yohji groaned the sound amplified in the small space. Breathing ragged and uneven hand balled into a tight fist, a desperate attempt on Yohji‘s part to regain control. His hand circled Aya’s wrist to stop the movement. The redhead’s grip tightened, motion increased in response. Yohji’s free hand grasped at the slick walls trying to get a hold of something to support himself.
Aya kissed the back of his neck, between his shoulder blades, working slowly down his back. The blonde moaned the sound low and desperate even as his hips thrust against Aya’s hand. His vision was obscured by long hair as Yohji tipped his head back. Eyes closed, mouth gasping as he panted, pleaded, begged for more. More contact, more of Aya. He smirked, cheek nuzzling against the sharp angle of Yohji’s shoulder blade. His hand slid between them, finger pushing into Yohji. "Is this what you want?"
The noises coming from the blonde were driving him crazy. He worked in another finger, even as Yohji pushed back against him. His hands moved from Yohji’s body- he had to smile at the small sound of protest. Aya slicked himself with soap mentally wincing. Hands returned to Yohji’s hips, grip light in case the other man wished to pull away. He nudged Yohji’s legs further apart and thrust into the other man.
He forced himself to stay still, until Yohji moved back against him, urging Aya to respond. He controlled himself pace slow, despite the demand from the other man. One hand crept up twisted in water heavy dark blonde hair. Strands twisted around his fingers, knotting as he tugged Yohji’s head back. He licked the curve of Yohji’s neck, eyes closed in satisfaction when the blond shook under him.
"Aya…"
His name, a guttural groan as Yohji leaned back completely against him. The contact, the sound set him over the edge. Careful control fell away and he gave in, thrusting harder into Yohji. He angled his hips more and with each thrust Yohji’s voice rose, echoing off of the wet surfaces.
With one hand knotted in Yohji’s hair; Aya’s other hand ghosted over the blonde’s body. His fingers traced and memorized the hard planes of the other man’s body committing the reactions to memory. Fingernails bit into hipbones and Yohji bucked against him with a yelp. His hand wrapped around Yohji’s wrist stilling the motion of the man’s hand.
"Mine."
The word growled against wet skin, tongue chasing water drops. He put the other man’s hand against the wall wordlessly commanding that it stay there. Aya stroked Yohji in time with his thrusts grip loose and sloppy. He panted Yohji’s name quietly, his body shaking. When he came, his eyes were shut tight, mouth against Yohji’s shoulder teeth biting, marking. His hips moved against Yohji’s, his hand never slowing. Yohji came moments later, voice loud in the enclosed space.
It took a few minutes before Aya could move. His breathing slowed and he untangled himself from Yohji. Gentle hands touched him, chased sweat from his body. He lifted his head, eyes half opened to see Yohji watching him. Aya straightened, shut off the water and got of the shower without a word to the other man.
Yohji gripped his wrist lightly, stilling his movement. He turned, mouth dry, willing all emotions from his face. He wasn’t sure what to expect- so he broke the hold and wrapped a towel around Yohji. A small smile appeared as he wrapped a towel around his own waist before he headed out.
"Go to bed Kudou."
Author: reapandcollect
Fandom: Weiss Kreuz
Characters/Pairing: Fujiyima Aya x Kudou Yohji.
Prompt: Lust
Word Count: 862
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I do not own, nor do I make profit from the characters of Weiss. Just playing in their world.
Author's Notes: Many, many thanks to my beta, sunlesslands. This is for the 7_deadly_sins_ challenge. Con-crit is appreciated, comments are welcomed. This is crossposted.
Aya had been standing outside the bathroom for a few minutes. Everyone else had attempted, unsuccessfully, to get Yohji out of the shower and now the task was left to him. He knocked, once, twice and hearing no response he jiggled the doorknob. It was locked, but the key rested above him on the doorframe, he knocked again, steady obnoxious sound wondering how he always got stuck with these tasks. There wasn’t any response, so he simply unlocked the door entered the bathroom and relocked it behind him.
It took him a few minutes to adjust to the heat and haze of the steam. Apparently Yohji was planning on using all of the hot water in Japan. His vision cleared and he could see Kudou clearly, the blonde had retreated to the far corner of the shower stall, back to Aya, head resting against the tile of the wall. He shed his clothes, and entered the shower soundlessly. Hot water blasted his skin, soaking his hair to his face and neck instantly. Yohji tensed, tried to jerk away, when Aya wrapped his arms around his waist.
"Relax Kudou."
Calloused fingers skimmed along Yohji’s hipbones. "You’re too tense."
Aya could almost feel the tension leave the other man as he touched him. Feather light touches of lips and tongue sent micro shock waves down Yohji’s spine, he could feel the slight tremors of lean muscles against his mouth. Fingernails scrapped against skin, hips rocked forward reflexively.
"See?"
A kiss to the shoulder. One hand shifted, wrapped around Yohji’s cock. The grip was loose pace slow as Aya stroked him. Yohji groaned the sound amplified in the small space. Breathing ragged and uneven hand balled into a tight fist, a desperate attempt on Yohji‘s part to regain control. His hand circled Aya’s wrist to stop the movement. The redhead’s grip tightened, motion increased in response. Yohji’s free hand grasped at the slick walls trying to get a hold of something to support himself.
Aya kissed the back of his neck, between his shoulder blades, working slowly down his back. The blonde moaned the sound low and desperate even as his hips thrust against Aya’s hand. His vision was obscured by long hair as Yohji tipped his head back. Eyes closed, mouth gasping as he panted, pleaded, begged for more. More contact, more of Aya. He smirked, cheek nuzzling against the sharp angle of Yohji’s shoulder blade. His hand slid between them, finger pushing into Yohji. "Is this what you want?"
The noises coming from the blonde were driving him crazy. He worked in another finger, even as Yohji pushed back against him. His hands moved from Yohji’s body- he had to smile at the small sound of protest. Aya slicked himself with soap mentally wincing. Hands returned to Yohji’s hips, grip light in case the other man wished to pull away. He nudged Yohji’s legs further apart and thrust into the other man.
He forced himself to stay still, until Yohji moved back against him, urging Aya to respond. He controlled himself pace slow, despite the demand from the other man. One hand crept up twisted in water heavy dark blonde hair. Strands twisted around his fingers, knotting as he tugged Yohji’s head back. He licked the curve of Yohji’s neck, eyes closed in satisfaction when the blond shook under him.
"Aya…"
His name, a guttural groan as Yohji leaned back completely against him. The contact, the sound set him over the edge. Careful control fell away and he gave in, thrusting harder into Yohji. He angled his hips more and with each thrust Yohji’s voice rose, echoing off of the wet surfaces.
With one hand knotted in Yohji’s hair; Aya’s other hand ghosted over the blonde’s body. His fingers traced and memorized the hard planes of the other man’s body committing the reactions to memory. Fingernails bit into hipbones and Yohji bucked against him with a yelp. His hand wrapped around Yohji’s wrist stilling the motion of the man’s hand.
"Mine."
The word growled against wet skin, tongue chasing water drops. He put the other man’s hand against the wall wordlessly commanding that it stay there. Aya stroked Yohji in time with his thrusts grip loose and sloppy. He panted Yohji’s name quietly, his body shaking. When he came, his eyes were shut tight, mouth against Yohji’s shoulder teeth biting, marking. His hips moved against Yohji’s, his hand never slowing. Yohji came moments later, voice loud in the enclosed space.
It took a few minutes before Aya could move. His breathing slowed and he untangled himself from Yohji. Gentle hands touched him, chased sweat from his body. He lifted his head, eyes half opened to see Yohji watching him. Aya straightened, shut off the water and got of the shower without a word to the other man.
Yohji gripped his wrist lightly, stilling his movement. He turned, mouth dry, willing all emotions from his face. He wasn’t sure what to expect- so he broke the hold and wrapped a towel around Yohji. A small smile appeared as he wrapped a towel around his own waist before he headed out.
"Go to bed Kudou."