[chap.] Grey Nights (HinaYasu)
Title : Grey Nights (Grey Series : part. 2)
Pairing : Hina/Shota. did i tell you i loved HinaYasu?
Rating : R. smut, in the end.
Genre : Romance / fluff / smut.
NB : Sequel of Grey Days, and both written for Kazu. I actually love this part even more than the previous one, and I may or may not be thinking of a third part. Who kwows. Unbeta'ed, which is by now my second name.
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There are a few bits of blue in the sky above, but the sun getting down gives a dark atmosphere anyway. It’s starting to get late, and in the ryokan the lights are turned on one after another.
Shota, hair still damp of his previous shower, opens the French window and inhales deeply. It finally rained, and it makes him happy. A few drops are still falling from the trees, and the whole garden is soaked wet, wooden steps and gates and balconies turned darker due to the water. Birds are slowly starting to chirp again, but it’s overall still silent. Shota smiles and sits on the floor, in front of the open window. He’d like to sit on the steps again, but they’re too wet. He pulls his sweater closer around him, and waits.
He doesn’t have to wait long ‘till three soft knocks can be heard; almost immediately, the door slides open, and Shota once again doesn’t have to turn around to know who it is. He only interrupts his silent contemplation when he feels Shingo sitting next to him; he watches the older man who seems a bit nervous and smiles.
- It rained, finally.
Shingo nods and smiles. Wind comes into the room and makes them both shiver, and water starts to fall from the sky again, light but still present. Shota hesitates only a second before reaching out and taking his friend’s hand in his own. It still feels warm and welcoming, and Shota absent-mindly puts his head on Shingo’s shoulder.
- I’d like it if it could rain a bit harder, the older one says.
- Me too. I like the sound of it.
The rain stopped although. Shota watches as leaves are decorated with little drops, shining in the dull light of the fading day like little crystals. Some drops fall on the ground, and a firefly passes by, stopping on the pond before flying up to the sky again. Shingo eyes it with a bit of apprehension, and Shota giggles.
- It won’t hurt you, you know.
Shingo blushes, his eyes turning to look at the soaked wooden steps in front of them. It’s starting to get cool in the room, and Shota feels his right hand cold, contrasting with the warmth of his left hand, kept securely in Shingo’s own.
- Can I hold you in my arms?
The question is almost whispered, but still the man’s tone is steady, and Shota cannot help but nod; he won’t say it but he waited for this since the moment Shingo stepped out of his room, three hours before. He stands still as his friend moves behind him, getting up to sit back with his leg on each sides of Shota’s body. The younger man feels a chest standing against his back, and he leans against it naturally, sighing in satisfaction when Shingo’s arms finally are around him. He closes his eyes and relishes in that feeling, listening to the peaceful environment, birds singing and breeze blowing in the trees, making the leaves rustle and whisper quietly. Far in the background he can also hear the noise of the city, cars and crowds mixing, but he lets it go when lips shyly rest on his neck, leaving a warm sensation on his skin.
Shingo chuckles when Shota shivers in his embrace.
- Want to close the window?
Shota shakes his head, and buries himself deeper into the other man’s body, shuffling a bit before finding a comfortable way to remain, his hands resting on Shingo’s arms and caressing the skin almost teasingly.
In the hallway, they hear some voices and Yoko’s laugh, and Shota thanks the fact that he didn’t turn on the lights in his room because the others will believe that he’s not here - and they’ll leave him alone. Shingo seems to think like that too as he turns still and silent, until they’re sure that their bandmates are gone.
- Will you be mad if I take a nap? I feel sleepy after the shower…
There’s a bird chirping close to the window, and they listen to it for a few seconds; Shingo then leaves another soft kiss on his neck, making him shiver.
- Go ahead, I don’t mind… But I won’t let go of you.
- I hope so, Shota says with a smile.
He falls asleep almost instantly.
When he wakes up again, it’s dark but he can see the light coming from the other rooms. He’s still in front of the window, but it’s now closed and he’s laying on the floor, still leaning on Shingo, who’s softly humming a song he doesn’t know while playing with his hair. Shota feels relaxed, more than he ever had felt before.
- How long did I sleep, he asks, voice still raw from the nap.
- Almost two hours. I think we missed dinner by the way.
- Oh. Are you hungry?
- Are you?
Shota thinks, and shakes his head.
- Well if you’re not, Shingo says, I’m not either.
The younger one wants to reply something, but it’s long lost when the first burst of lightning illuminates the room, followed by the sound of thunder. Shota jumps, a bit surprised, and pulls Shingo’s arms closer against him.
- Scared?
- No… Well maybe a bit.
Shingo chuckles and hugs him tighter; a few seconds later they can hear the unmistakable sound of rain outside. Shota closes his eyes and smiles. He feels the other man kissing his neck with almost feathery, soft touches that make his skin tingle, and soon enough the kisses are on his jaw, as to ask for permission. Shota turns his head slowly, eyes still closed, and lets Shingo kiss him, lips caressing his own subtly before opening and letting a tongue lick at his own lips. Shota opens up, leaving the lead to his friend, and his head starts to spin when their tongues collide, still soft and kind of tender, but also full of want, and Shota wonders why he waited so long to do this. It feels natural and tentative, and he never liked kissing more than today. A hand runs along his neck, and settles in his hair, massaging as the kiss goes on and on, and the boy finds himself sighing in satisfaction, his own hands gripping at Shingo’s shirt and arm like if he never wanted to let go.
When they part, their mouths are still against each other, and Shota opens his eyes to face brown pupils and smirking lips.
- What?
- I thought I would never be able to do that.
Shota blinks and can’t help but smile.
- Do it again then.
The second kiss is wilder, as if the younger man was the holder of some long lost secret; it still is tender though, and Shota wonders how it can be both things in the same time. But his mind slowly fades and his brain lets his body take the control of everything.
He can hear the rain falling hard outside, his heavy breathing mixed with Shingo’s, the noise and rustling of clothes being taken off; he feels the silkiness of plain naked skin against his own, lips travelling on his flesh, hands mapping every part of him, eliciting moans and sighs; names are whispered in the darkness, the only light being one coming from another bedroom and reverberating into windows and drops of water falling from the sky.
When the lightning goes on again, he feels Shingo entering him slowly, and the next rumble of thunder is just enough to hide his moan of pleasure, as the older man makes love to him in a slow and steady pace, hands holding his hips, while a tongue runs on his collarbones, making him whimper and shiver. He leaves scratches on Shingo’s back and hears him hiss in delight, and when the man bites lightly at his neck Shota holds him tighter, feeling light-headed and loved, liking every single touch Shingo leaves on him, arching his back to have more.
The rain falls harder outside, and the thunder sounds like he’s just above them; the wind whistles and some objects outside move and there’s a chair in the patio falling and rolling, but Shota doesn’t hear, nor does he sees. His ears can only process Shingo calling his name as his thrusts turn faster and needier; his eyes are only focused on the man’s face, his eyes piercing his soul. Shota feels every move inside of him, lets little sounds get out of his mouth for every single one of them. He can’t help it, can’t help the way his hips are trying to get Shingo’s own closer everytime, nor the way his legs are locked tightly around the other man’s body, urging him deeper and faster. They’re sweaty and Shingo’s hands slip on his skin but he still manages to keep him so close that he wonders how they can breathe, as his own hands are bringing Shingo down for a deep kiss. Shota is almost crushed on the floor, but it never felt so good to have the weight of somebody else on top of him, it never felt so perfect and so natural, along with the way they gasp in sync, and he feels Shingo coming in him, warm and fast, his member pulsing as his insides clench around it, pushing Shota to the edge; he climaxes with a whine, his fingers tangled in Shingo’s hair as he crushes their mouths together once again.
Outside, the storm calms down as they lay there, catching their breaths, soft kisses and tender whispers mixed with the sound of the rain.
When Shota falls asleep this time, warm arms are holding him again, and promises of love are murmured in his ears, lulling him into slumber and wonderful dreams of things he thought he would never have.
.OWARI. (?)
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Pairing : Hina/Shota. did i tell you i loved HinaYasu?
Rating : R. smut, in the end.
Genre : Romance / fluff / smut.
NB : Sequel of Grey Days, and both written for Kazu. I actually love this part even more than the previous one, and I may or may not be thinking of a third part. Who kwows. Unbeta'ed, which is by now my second name.
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There are a few bits of blue in the sky above, but the sun getting down gives a dark atmosphere anyway. It’s starting to get late, and in the ryokan the lights are turned on one after another.
Shota, hair still damp of his previous shower, opens the French window and inhales deeply. It finally rained, and it makes him happy. A few drops are still falling from the trees, and the whole garden is soaked wet, wooden steps and gates and balconies turned darker due to the water. Birds are slowly starting to chirp again, but it’s overall still silent. Shota smiles and sits on the floor, in front of the open window. He’d like to sit on the steps again, but they’re too wet. He pulls his sweater closer around him, and waits.
He doesn’t have to wait long ‘till three soft knocks can be heard; almost immediately, the door slides open, and Shota once again doesn’t have to turn around to know who it is. He only interrupts his silent contemplation when he feels Shingo sitting next to him; he watches the older man who seems a bit nervous and smiles.
- It rained, finally.
Shingo nods and smiles. Wind comes into the room and makes them both shiver, and water starts to fall from the sky again, light but still present. Shota hesitates only a second before reaching out and taking his friend’s hand in his own. It still feels warm and welcoming, and Shota absent-mindly puts his head on Shingo’s shoulder.
- I’d like it if it could rain a bit harder, the older one says.
- Me too. I like the sound of it.
The rain stopped although. Shota watches as leaves are decorated with little drops, shining in the dull light of the fading day like little crystals. Some drops fall on the ground, and a firefly passes by, stopping on the pond before flying up to the sky again. Shingo eyes it with a bit of apprehension, and Shota giggles.
- It won’t hurt you, you know.
Shingo blushes, his eyes turning to look at the soaked wooden steps in front of them. It’s starting to get cool in the room, and Shota feels his right hand cold, contrasting with the warmth of his left hand, kept securely in Shingo’s own.
- Can I hold you in my arms?
The question is almost whispered, but still the man’s tone is steady, and Shota cannot help but nod; he won’t say it but he waited for this since the moment Shingo stepped out of his room, three hours before. He stands still as his friend moves behind him, getting up to sit back with his leg on each sides of Shota’s body. The younger man feels a chest standing against his back, and he leans against it naturally, sighing in satisfaction when Shingo’s arms finally are around him. He closes his eyes and relishes in that feeling, listening to the peaceful environment, birds singing and breeze blowing in the trees, making the leaves rustle and whisper quietly. Far in the background he can also hear the noise of the city, cars and crowds mixing, but he lets it go when lips shyly rest on his neck, leaving a warm sensation on his skin.
Shingo chuckles when Shota shivers in his embrace.
- Want to close the window?
Shota shakes his head, and buries himself deeper into the other man’s body, shuffling a bit before finding a comfortable way to remain, his hands resting on Shingo’s arms and caressing the skin almost teasingly.
In the hallway, they hear some voices and Yoko’s laugh, and Shota thanks the fact that he didn’t turn on the lights in his room because the others will believe that he’s not here - and they’ll leave him alone. Shingo seems to think like that too as he turns still and silent, until they’re sure that their bandmates are gone.
- Will you be mad if I take a nap? I feel sleepy after the shower…
There’s a bird chirping close to the window, and they listen to it for a few seconds; Shingo then leaves another soft kiss on his neck, making him shiver.
- Go ahead, I don’t mind… But I won’t let go of you.
- I hope so, Shota says with a smile.
He falls asleep almost instantly.
When he wakes up again, it’s dark but he can see the light coming from the other rooms. He’s still in front of the window, but it’s now closed and he’s laying on the floor, still leaning on Shingo, who’s softly humming a song he doesn’t know while playing with his hair. Shota feels relaxed, more than he ever had felt before.
- How long did I sleep, he asks, voice still raw from the nap.
- Almost two hours. I think we missed dinner by the way.
- Oh. Are you hungry?
- Are you?
Shota thinks, and shakes his head.
- Well if you’re not, Shingo says, I’m not either.
The younger one wants to reply something, but it’s long lost when the first burst of lightning illuminates the room, followed by the sound of thunder. Shota jumps, a bit surprised, and pulls Shingo’s arms closer against him.
- Scared?
- No… Well maybe a bit.
Shingo chuckles and hugs him tighter; a few seconds later they can hear the unmistakable sound of rain outside. Shota closes his eyes and smiles. He feels the other man kissing his neck with almost feathery, soft touches that make his skin tingle, and soon enough the kisses are on his jaw, as to ask for permission. Shota turns his head slowly, eyes still closed, and lets Shingo kiss him, lips caressing his own subtly before opening and letting a tongue lick at his own lips. Shota opens up, leaving the lead to his friend, and his head starts to spin when their tongues collide, still soft and kind of tender, but also full of want, and Shota wonders why he waited so long to do this. It feels natural and tentative, and he never liked kissing more than today. A hand runs along his neck, and settles in his hair, massaging as the kiss goes on and on, and the boy finds himself sighing in satisfaction, his own hands gripping at Shingo’s shirt and arm like if he never wanted to let go.
When they part, their mouths are still against each other, and Shota opens his eyes to face brown pupils and smirking lips.
- What?
- I thought I would never be able to do that.
Shota blinks and can’t help but smile.
- Do it again then.
The second kiss is wilder, as if the younger man was the holder of some long lost secret; it still is tender though, and Shota wonders how it can be both things in the same time. But his mind slowly fades and his brain lets his body take the control of everything.
He can hear the rain falling hard outside, his heavy breathing mixed with Shingo’s, the noise and rustling of clothes being taken off; he feels the silkiness of plain naked skin against his own, lips travelling on his flesh, hands mapping every part of him, eliciting moans and sighs; names are whispered in the darkness, the only light being one coming from another bedroom and reverberating into windows and drops of water falling from the sky.
When the lightning goes on again, he feels Shingo entering him slowly, and the next rumble of thunder is just enough to hide his moan of pleasure, as the older man makes love to him in a slow and steady pace, hands holding his hips, while a tongue runs on his collarbones, making him whimper and shiver. He leaves scratches on Shingo’s back and hears him hiss in delight, and when the man bites lightly at his neck Shota holds him tighter, feeling light-headed and loved, liking every single touch Shingo leaves on him, arching his back to have more.
The rain falls harder outside, and the thunder sounds like he’s just above them; the wind whistles and some objects outside move and there’s a chair in the patio falling and rolling, but Shota doesn’t hear, nor does he sees. His ears can only process Shingo calling his name as his thrusts turn faster and needier; his eyes are only focused on the man’s face, his eyes piercing his soul. Shota feels every move inside of him, lets little sounds get out of his mouth for every single one of them. He can’t help it, can’t help the way his hips are trying to get Shingo’s own closer everytime, nor the way his legs are locked tightly around the other man’s body, urging him deeper and faster. They’re sweaty and Shingo’s hands slip on his skin but he still manages to keep him so close that he wonders how they can breathe, as his own hands are bringing Shingo down for a deep kiss. Shota is almost crushed on the floor, but it never felt so good to have the weight of somebody else on top of him, it never felt so perfect and so natural, along with the way they gasp in sync, and he feels Shingo coming in him, warm and fast, his member pulsing as his insides clench around it, pushing Shota to the edge; he climaxes with a whine, his fingers tangled in Shingo’s hair as he crushes their mouths together once again.
Outside, the storm calms down as they lay there, catching their breaths, soft kisses and tender whispers mixed with the sound of the rain.
When Shota falls asleep this time, warm arms are holding him again, and promises of love are murmured in his ears, lulling him into slumber and wonderful dreams of things he thought he would never have.
.OWARI. (?)
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