Katekyo Hitman Reborn! - Guilty Pleasure
Type: Fanfic
Title: Guilty Pleasure
Pairing/Characters: G/Knuckle
Series: Katekyo Hitman Reborn!
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Boy on Boy action, breaking of vows that sorta thing. If it's not what you like, buzz off.
Summary: Even in the heat of the night, something that is supposed to be wrong can seem so right.
Author's Notes: Dedicated to ecoerrante. Just cause she was the one who put this image in my head to begin with.
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He had vowed to a life of celibacy, living in the house of God. He had turned everything he had, his passion for boxing turning into one for serving the Lord. This was his life now, a life where sin had no place to be. A life where he'd atone for the life he had taken with his fists.
A jolt of pleasure shot up his spine, and any coherent thoughts were thrown out the window. Knuckle choked, fists clenching onto the sheets as the other man started moving. His skin was flushed, chest heaving with the effort to breath. Pain and pleasure mixed, the blood flowing away from his brain down south of his body. How everything started, he couldn't remember. The only thing that mattered right now, was the man lying above him.
He swore the bed was creaking with the force the both of them were going at, a sound the priest could barely make out above his own moans. He squeezed his eyes shut, the picture of the man fucking him burned forever in his memory. His hand moved on its own, tracing down the flame tattoo on the right side of the redhead's face.
He didn't know what happened, but whatever pain there was disappeared as his body arched off the bed in pleasure. A strangled cry of pleasure echoed in the halls of the church, and the other man chuckled. Experienced fingers danced along his erection as the other man's thrusting became more and more erratic. Knuckle could tell they were both close to the edge. Grabbing the red strands he yanked the other man down, kissing him passionately as his hips moved on their own, thrusting back down against him.
Gold eyes flew open as his body caved into the pleasure, and Knuckle blinked in confusion when he sat up in bed alone.
Knuckled facepalmed. Fighting down the heat that was growing from his shoulder up, he grumbled and slid out of bed. Another night, another wet dream, and another pair of stained pants.
Credits:
G and Knuckle in no way belong to me. They belong to Amano Akira who made the series. But hell yes I do own this little piece.
Title: Guilty Pleasure
Pairing/Characters: G/Knuckle
Series: Katekyo Hitman Reborn!
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Boy on Boy action, breaking of vows that sorta thing. If it's not what you like, buzz off.
Summary: Even in the heat of the night, something that is supposed to be wrong can seem so right.
Author's Notes: Dedicated to ecoerrante. Just cause she was the one who put this image in my head to begin with.
* * * * *
He had vowed to a life of celibacy, living in the house of God. He had turned everything he had, his passion for boxing turning into one for serving the Lord. This was his life now, a life where sin had no place to be. A life where he'd atone for the life he had taken with his fists.
A jolt of pleasure shot up his spine, and any coherent thoughts were thrown out the window. Knuckle choked, fists clenching onto the sheets as the other man started moving. His skin was flushed, chest heaving with the effort to breath. Pain and pleasure mixed, the blood flowing away from his brain down south of his body. How everything started, he couldn't remember. The only thing that mattered right now, was the man lying above him.
He swore the bed was creaking with the force the both of them were going at, a sound the priest could barely make out above his own moans. He squeezed his eyes shut, the picture of the man fucking him burned forever in his memory. His hand moved on its own, tracing down the flame tattoo on the right side of the redhead's face.
He didn't know what happened, but whatever pain there was disappeared as his body arched off the bed in pleasure. A strangled cry of pleasure echoed in the halls of the church, and the other man chuckled. Experienced fingers danced along his erection as the other man's thrusting became more and more erratic. Knuckle could tell they were both close to the edge. Grabbing the red strands he yanked the other man down, kissing him passionately as his hips moved on their own, thrusting back down against him.
Gold eyes flew open as his body caved into the pleasure, and Knuckle blinked in confusion when he sat up in bed alone.
Knuckled facepalmed. Fighting down the heat that was growing from his shoulder up, he grumbled and slid out of bed. Another night, another wet dream, and another pair of stained pants.
Credits:
G and Knuckle in no way belong to me. They belong to Amano Akira who made the series. But hell yes I do own this little piece.