Perplexing Dislike - 2/3
Title: Perplexing Dislike
Author: Kavikalphawolf
Band/Pairing: Uruha/Aoi [GazettE]
Chapter: 2/3
Rating: NC-17 (Over all)
Genre: Angst/Fluff/Smut
Warnings: Unbeta'd. ManxMan.
Disclaimer: Do not own these guys.
Comment(s): Please forgive me any mistakes in this chapter. I just started back school and had to stay up late to finish this. ^_^; Though I made sure to and well, here it is. XD
Summary: Uruha has been distant and so very spiteful towards Aoi recently, but the older man has had enough and finally decides to demand an answer from Uruha.
Previous Chapters: 01
Uruha had only really needed to hear that before he was moving forward on the bed, pressing his lips sweetly to Aoi's, the essence of loving on his lips. His heart fluttered in his chest when he saw Aoi's eyes close delicately in response and a hand timidly brush the side of his face. Gently he placed one of his hands over Aoi's, telling him without words that it was alright to touch him.
Neither knew how long they remained like that, but eventually they parted, a light flush staining both of their faces. It was a new experience for them to be like this with each other so they were kind of lost. What did they do next? How fast should this progress? Uruha knew what happened in his dreams of the older man, but nothing more and he didn't think something like that would be able to happen naturally. His dreams had always been a little intense.
"Aoi...you sure you're okay with this?" He questioned softly, pulling himself completely up onto the bed and moving forward a bit, his lips pressing to Aoi's again. The older guitarist nodded wordlessly as he kissed Uruha back, letting himself be gently pushed until his back was flat against the mattress, his legs bent at the knee on either side of Uruha's slender body.
Hesitant hands found their way to Uruha's hair when the kiss turned a bit more passionate, tongues sliding against each other and lips moving in a erotic display of their need for one another in this instant. The tall blonde could feel himself already becoming hard and this was merely the beginning. He wondered what it would be like as they progressed.
Uruha let one of his hands trail to Aoi's bare chest, flicking over one of his nipples and getting a gasp in response. Encouraged that Aoi enjoyed being touched there, Uruha pressed his thumb firmly against the now-pert flesh, rubbing it gently. That made Aoi emit a low groan into Uruha's mouth, his back arching to want more of the feel. Willing to oblige, Uruha continued moving his thumb in slow circles, breaking the kiss with Aoi so he could see the wonderful, pleasured expressions passing across Aoi's face.
The older guitarist bit his lip gently as he let his hands fall to Uruha's shoulders, silently willing him to do more. As if Uruha was going to refuse anything from the man so willing to let him have him, if only for one night.
One night. His mind echoed, making him savor the moments all the more.
Without hesitation the taller man bent down to lick at one of the nubs of dark skin so starkly contrasting to the pale complexion Aoi had all over his body. He got the most delicious response in turn: the first pleasured moan he had ever been witness to leaving Aoi's mouth. It made a shiver run down his spine and end up straight at his clothed arousal. "Aoi..." It wasn't quite a moan, but more of an erotic whisper aimed directly over the wet flesh.
As if in response, Aoi's grip tightened on Uruha's shoulders, his chest pressing upwards to further feel the heat and wetness of the younger man's tongue.
Uruha quickly gained more confidence as the time passed and his tongue continued laving attention on that certain part of Aoi's body, making the older man writhe beneath him and whimper out at how little of contact he was getting. It spurred him on to draw the nipple between his lips and teeth, lightly biting it as one hand trailed over to pinch the other. Aoi released a shaky breath then, a throbbing feeling beginning between his legs as the pleasure mounted. It didn't matter how slow this was going. It just made the feeling more intense. More intimate and even loving.
Even so, he felt he was going to go mad if this process was not sped up. "Uruha please...Touch me..." He breathed out, whimpering again when the taller man bit a little harder before drawing back both his mouth and his hand from where they had been. A small smirk rested on his lips and he let a hand move to the hardness sticking up against the fabric at the crotch of Aoi's pajama bottoms, begging for the slightest attention.
"Ahh..." Aoi moaned out, eyes delicately falling closed and head rolling back against the pillow, his fingers digging into the younger man's shoulders. It was a feather-light touch of Uruha's hand, but it felt like more to his sensitized body.
That sight had to be the sexiest Uruha had ever seen and he groaned low, letting his hand fully grip the other man's arousal firmly. He wished he could have gotten a picture of the response: Aoi thrusting up against his palm, eyes opening halfway and his head rolling forward so he could look the blonde right in the eyes. "Nn...Ahh." A moan, louder and more confident as the elder's lips parted with pleasure.
Uruha couldn't resist then as he captured those beautiful lips within his own, the kiss fierce with passion and filled with so much emotion that he doubted Aoi would understand if he even took the time to try. His hand rubbed slowly upon the brunette's clothed erection, reveling in the moans he was swallowing as well as the feeling of Aoi's hips rocking up to meet his hand. His own arousal was straining against his jeans now-he had never changed-and needing any sort of touch or feel. Therefore he let go of Aoi's crotch and replaced it with his own, grinding down and eliciting pleasured moans from both his own mouth and the other man's.
Aoi's hands migrated from Uruha's shoulders to his hips, holding him down as he ground up against him, their lips still sealed together as if they were one being. Their breathing was harsh and in pants now because of it, but they couldn't get enough of each other to want to even think of stopping.
Holding tight to the other man, Aoi finally pulled his mouth away to nip at Uruha's jawline, down to his neck and collarbone. He had to push the collar of his shirt away first, but that was no problem compared to the reward he was getting. Uruha's hips were jerking erratically against Aoi's own and making the pressure of their clothed cocks together even better.
"I want you...inside of me..." Aoi moaned out against the lobe of one of the blonde's ears, nipping there and tugging at a piercing not even a second behind. "Right now..."
In response, Uruha moaned out and pressed his lips deeply to Aoi's again, letting their tongues do battle as he continued to grind. If this was the only night he'd ever get to do this then he was going to draw it out as long as possible, no matter how bad he wanted to comply with Aoi's request.
"Take your clothes off...I want to feel skin on skin." Uruha simply replied, voice breathy as he forced himself to stop grinding long enough to crawl off of Aoi and start to strip his own clothes off.
Whimpering for only a brief moment, Aoi nodded and fought with the strings of his pajama bottoms for a moment before he was sliding them off with his boxers, revealing his very hard length to the cool air of the room. He tossed the garments to the floor and sat up, using his hands for leverage behind him. His gaze swept across Uruha's lean form with appreciation as it was shown to him inch by inch. First the lightly muscled torso and then and bony waist. Finally the other man's famous thighs were revealed along with the one thing Aoi found himself wanting more than anything else at that moment. Uruha’s proud arousal sticking straight out from his body in a lewd display of how ready he was to be at one with the older man.
Aoi gave Uruha no warning then as he moved forward and gently took the blonde's erection into his mouth, suckling lightly on the heated flesh and delighting in the uncontrolled way with which Uruha cried out, hands going into Aoi's hair ever so softly at first and then getting a bit more tight as the other continued his ministrations.
One of the talented brunette's hands gripped the base while he licked around the side, tracing the long vein with the tip of his tongue before letting his teeth lightly graze the sensitive head.
"Ahh, baby....Aoi..." Uruha moaned, throwing his head back and letting his loll upon his shoulders, believing he had never felt such a heavenly mouth on his cock before. Sure, he had been given blowjobs in the past, but never by Aoi. Apparently he surpassed most people in this skill because even though Uruha wasn't at all a slut, he could boast he had slept with a fair number of people.
Encouraged by the moans and small cries of pleasure, Aoi continued on until he could feel his jaw starting to hurt. It was then he knew it was time for the fun stuff.
"Sit back against the headboard." He commanded breathily once pulling away, his gaze still half-lidded. "I'm going to put on a show for you..." He usually wasn't that dirty, but something about Uruha just made him want to do it. To act the part of a slut and a whore. He knew that he would more than likely frown on his actions in the morning, but that didn't stop him. No, it fueled him on even more because it was so taboo to him.
Uruha whined at the loss, but nodded as best he could through the haze of lust. He crawled over and seated himself against the headboard, knees bent and arms resting against his thighs as his legs were opened shamelessly. He knew he had nothing to be worried about in that department.
With a sultry smile Aoi moved over in front of Uruha, not even a foot from his feet. He remained on his hands and knees as he drew one of those guitarist hands of his come up to his lips, three digits slipping inside ever so delicately. His pink tongue slipped across the digits, wetting them with a coat of saliva in an open display of what he was about to do.
Once they were wet enough for him, he turned and presented his naked ass to Uruha, moaning softly as he reached that same hand back to dance around his entrance. Uruha was entranced with the show, his eyes following Aoi's every move as he pushed one finger past the tensed ring of muscle, curling and pressing into the sensitive hole. It made Aoi emit a small cry of pleasure, making Uruha even more aroused if that was at all possible.
Quickly a second and a third finger followed, stretching the hole accurately until neither could stand it any longer. Uruha let out a small growl of pleasure as he gently pulled Aoi's hand from his entrance and flipped him back over onto his back. "I want to see your face when you come." He stated with lust practically dripping from his tone, putting himself between those thighs again and positioning himself at the older man's puckered hole.
Aoi could only moan and nod, spreading his legs in a wanton way, waiting for Uruha to take him. The feel of the blunt head against his entrance just made him whimper and push down against it, trying to take it in.
Luckily Uruha didn't make either of them wait as he pushed forward and slammed in, making Aoi scream out of pure pleasure, his hands grappling for Uruha's back and clawing at the flesh there with his blunt, painted nails. The blonde hadn't been much better at the movement because he had groaned loudly and buried his face in Aoi's neck, hands fisting in the material of the bed sheets. "Aoi...oh god, so tight..." How long had it been since the other man had been fucked?
In response, Aoi clenched around him, not feeling much pain at all since he was used to this feeling by now. "Hard and fast, Uru...Please."
Nodding, Uruha started off at a pace that had the skin of his thighs and hips slapping against Aoi's. It was something he couldn't get enough of and apparently Aoi couldn't either. "Ahh! Nn, ahh, Uru...ha!" Those moans were worth more than anything he had ever seen, heard, or witnessed in his entire life. He only wished he could hear them for more than just one night.
Suddenly driven by the knowledge this would be the one and only time he'd be able to do this his pace quickened even more and toppled Aoi over the edge without even needing to be touched. The white fluid erupted over their stomachs, a loud cry escaping Aoi's parted lips.
With Aoi's body tensing and spasming around his own it wasn't long before Uruha followed Aoi over the edge with a moan that echoed around the room. His body stilled against Aoi's as he spilt his seed inside the older man, letting the warmth fill the one he loved.
Aoi mm'ed in contentment at the heat inside his body, his whole body still shaking every now and again from all the effort he had used up. Sweat covered his body in a light sheen and made his hair stick to his forehead, a very beautiful sight to the blonde's eyes. He gazed at Aoi with such loving in his depths as he let both of them calm down. His breathing was in pants and so was Aoi's, but it didn't matter. Neither cared.
Then it was all over way too quickly. Uruha saw how tired Aoi was and pulled out, watching as a bit of his fluid dripped out onto the bed, Aoi seeming not to feel it or care about it. Then he collapsed next to the older man and laid an arm over his waist, dragging him rightways on the bed and putting his head on the pillows.
"Is everything alright between us now?" Aoi asked, turning on his side to snuggle into Uruha in post-coital bliss.
Uruha smiled softly, yet sadly, and nodded his head. "Yeah. Perfectly alright."
Oh how wrong that statement was.
Author: Kavikalphawolf
Band/Pairing: Uruha/Aoi [GazettE]
Chapter: 2/3
Rating: NC-17 (Over all)
Genre: Angst/Fluff/Smut
Warnings: Unbeta'd. ManxMan.
Disclaimer: Do not own these guys.
Comment(s): Please forgive me any mistakes in this chapter. I just started back school and had to stay up late to finish this. ^_^; Though I made sure to and well, here it is. XD
Summary: Uruha has been distant and so very spiteful towards Aoi recently, but the older man has had enough and finally decides to demand an answer from Uruha.
Previous Chapters: 01
Uruha had only really needed to hear that before he was moving forward on the bed, pressing his lips sweetly to Aoi's, the essence of loving on his lips. His heart fluttered in his chest when he saw Aoi's eyes close delicately in response and a hand timidly brush the side of his face. Gently he placed one of his hands over Aoi's, telling him without words that it was alright to touch him.
Neither knew how long they remained like that, but eventually they parted, a light flush staining both of their faces. It was a new experience for them to be like this with each other so they were kind of lost. What did they do next? How fast should this progress? Uruha knew what happened in his dreams of the older man, but nothing more and he didn't think something like that would be able to happen naturally. His dreams had always been a little intense.
"Aoi...you sure you're okay with this?" He questioned softly, pulling himself completely up onto the bed and moving forward a bit, his lips pressing to Aoi's again. The older guitarist nodded wordlessly as he kissed Uruha back, letting himself be gently pushed until his back was flat against the mattress, his legs bent at the knee on either side of Uruha's slender body.
Hesitant hands found their way to Uruha's hair when the kiss turned a bit more passionate, tongues sliding against each other and lips moving in a erotic display of their need for one another in this instant. The tall blonde could feel himself already becoming hard and this was merely the beginning. He wondered what it would be like as they progressed.
Uruha let one of his hands trail to Aoi's bare chest, flicking over one of his nipples and getting a gasp in response. Encouraged that Aoi enjoyed being touched there, Uruha pressed his thumb firmly against the now-pert flesh, rubbing it gently. That made Aoi emit a low groan into Uruha's mouth, his back arching to want more of the feel. Willing to oblige, Uruha continued moving his thumb in slow circles, breaking the kiss with Aoi so he could see the wonderful, pleasured expressions passing across Aoi's face.
The older guitarist bit his lip gently as he let his hands fall to Uruha's shoulders, silently willing him to do more. As if Uruha was going to refuse anything from the man so willing to let him have him, if only for one night.
One night. His mind echoed, making him savor the moments all the more.
Without hesitation the taller man bent down to lick at one of the nubs of dark skin so starkly contrasting to the pale complexion Aoi had all over his body. He got the most delicious response in turn: the first pleasured moan he had ever been witness to leaving Aoi's mouth. It made a shiver run down his spine and end up straight at his clothed arousal. "Aoi..." It wasn't quite a moan, but more of an erotic whisper aimed directly over the wet flesh.
As if in response, Aoi's grip tightened on Uruha's shoulders, his chest pressing upwards to further feel the heat and wetness of the younger man's tongue.
Uruha quickly gained more confidence as the time passed and his tongue continued laving attention on that certain part of Aoi's body, making the older man writhe beneath him and whimper out at how little of contact he was getting. It spurred him on to draw the nipple between his lips and teeth, lightly biting it as one hand trailed over to pinch the other. Aoi released a shaky breath then, a throbbing feeling beginning between his legs as the pleasure mounted. It didn't matter how slow this was going. It just made the feeling more intense. More intimate and even loving.
Even so, he felt he was going to go mad if this process was not sped up. "Uruha please...Touch me..." He breathed out, whimpering again when the taller man bit a little harder before drawing back both his mouth and his hand from where they had been. A small smirk rested on his lips and he let a hand move to the hardness sticking up against the fabric at the crotch of Aoi's pajama bottoms, begging for the slightest attention.
"Ahh..." Aoi moaned out, eyes delicately falling closed and head rolling back against the pillow, his fingers digging into the younger man's shoulders. It was a feather-light touch of Uruha's hand, but it felt like more to his sensitized body.
That sight had to be the sexiest Uruha had ever seen and he groaned low, letting his hand fully grip the other man's arousal firmly. He wished he could have gotten a picture of the response: Aoi thrusting up against his palm, eyes opening halfway and his head rolling forward so he could look the blonde right in the eyes. "Nn...Ahh." A moan, louder and more confident as the elder's lips parted with pleasure.
Uruha couldn't resist then as he captured those beautiful lips within his own, the kiss fierce with passion and filled with so much emotion that he doubted Aoi would understand if he even took the time to try. His hand rubbed slowly upon the brunette's clothed erection, reveling in the moans he was swallowing as well as the feeling of Aoi's hips rocking up to meet his hand. His own arousal was straining against his jeans now-he had never changed-and needing any sort of touch or feel. Therefore he let go of Aoi's crotch and replaced it with his own, grinding down and eliciting pleasured moans from both his own mouth and the other man's.
Aoi's hands migrated from Uruha's shoulders to his hips, holding him down as he ground up against him, their lips still sealed together as if they were one being. Their breathing was harsh and in pants now because of it, but they couldn't get enough of each other to want to even think of stopping.
Holding tight to the other man, Aoi finally pulled his mouth away to nip at Uruha's jawline, down to his neck and collarbone. He had to push the collar of his shirt away first, but that was no problem compared to the reward he was getting. Uruha's hips were jerking erratically against Aoi's own and making the pressure of their clothed cocks together even better.
"I want you...inside of me..." Aoi moaned out against the lobe of one of the blonde's ears, nipping there and tugging at a piercing not even a second behind. "Right now..."
In response, Uruha moaned out and pressed his lips deeply to Aoi's again, letting their tongues do battle as he continued to grind. If this was the only night he'd ever get to do this then he was going to draw it out as long as possible, no matter how bad he wanted to comply with Aoi's request.
"Take your clothes off...I want to feel skin on skin." Uruha simply replied, voice breathy as he forced himself to stop grinding long enough to crawl off of Aoi and start to strip his own clothes off.
Whimpering for only a brief moment, Aoi nodded and fought with the strings of his pajama bottoms for a moment before he was sliding them off with his boxers, revealing his very hard length to the cool air of the room. He tossed the garments to the floor and sat up, using his hands for leverage behind him. His gaze swept across Uruha's lean form with appreciation as it was shown to him inch by inch. First the lightly muscled torso and then and bony waist. Finally the other man's famous thighs were revealed along with the one thing Aoi found himself wanting more than anything else at that moment. Uruha’s proud arousal sticking straight out from his body in a lewd display of how ready he was to be at one with the older man.
Aoi gave Uruha no warning then as he moved forward and gently took the blonde's erection into his mouth, suckling lightly on the heated flesh and delighting in the uncontrolled way with which Uruha cried out, hands going into Aoi's hair ever so softly at first and then getting a bit more tight as the other continued his ministrations.
One of the talented brunette's hands gripped the base while he licked around the side, tracing the long vein with the tip of his tongue before letting his teeth lightly graze the sensitive head.
"Ahh, baby....Aoi..." Uruha moaned, throwing his head back and letting his loll upon his shoulders, believing he had never felt such a heavenly mouth on his cock before. Sure, he had been given blowjobs in the past, but never by Aoi. Apparently he surpassed most people in this skill because even though Uruha wasn't at all a slut, he could boast he had slept with a fair number of people.
Encouraged by the moans and small cries of pleasure, Aoi continued on until he could feel his jaw starting to hurt. It was then he knew it was time for the fun stuff.
"Sit back against the headboard." He commanded breathily once pulling away, his gaze still half-lidded. "I'm going to put on a show for you..." He usually wasn't that dirty, but something about Uruha just made him want to do it. To act the part of a slut and a whore. He knew that he would more than likely frown on his actions in the morning, but that didn't stop him. No, it fueled him on even more because it was so taboo to him.
Uruha whined at the loss, but nodded as best he could through the haze of lust. He crawled over and seated himself against the headboard, knees bent and arms resting against his thighs as his legs were opened shamelessly. He knew he had nothing to be worried about in that department.
With a sultry smile Aoi moved over in front of Uruha, not even a foot from his feet. He remained on his hands and knees as he drew one of those guitarist hands of his come up to his lips, three digits slipping inside ever so delicately. His pink tongue slipped across the digits, wetting them with a coat of saliva in an open display of what he was about to do.
Once they were wet enough for him, he turned and presented his naked ass to Uruha, moaning softly as he reached that same hand back to dance around his entrance. Uruha was entranced with the show, his eyes following Aoi's every move as he pushed one finger past the tensed ring of muscle, curling and pressing into the sensitive hole. It made Aoi emit a small cry of pleasure, making Uruha even more aroused if that was at all possible.
Quickly a second and a third finger followed, stretching the hole accurately until neither could stand it any longer. Uruha let out a small growl of pleasure as he gently pulled Aoi's hand from his entrance and flipped him back over onto his back. "I want to see your face when you come." He stated with lust practically dripping from his tone, putting himself between those thighs again and positioning himself at the older man's puckered hole.
Aoi could only moan and nod, spreading his legs in a wanton way, waiting for Uruha to take him. The feel of the blunt head against his entrance just made him whimper and push down against it, trying to take it in.
Luckily Uruha didn't make either of them wait as he pushed forward and slammed in, making Aoi scream out of pure pleasure, his hands grappling for Uruha's back and clawing at the flesh there with his blunt, painted nails. The blonde hadn't been much better at the movement because he had groaned loudly and buried his face in Aoi's neck, hands fisting in the material of the bed sheets. "Aoi...oh god, so tight..." How long had it been since the other man had been fucked?
In response, Aoi clenched around him, not feeling much pain at all since he was used to this feeling by now. "Hard and fast, Uru...Please."
Nodding, Uruha started off at a pace that had the skin of his thighs and hips slapping against Aoi's. It was something he couldn't get enough of and apparently Aoi couldn't either. "Ahh! Nn, ahh, Uru...ha!" Those moans were worth more than anything he had ever seen, heard, or witnessed in his entire life. He only wished he could hear them for more than just one night.
Suddenly driven by the knowledge this would be the one and only time he'd be able to do this his pace quickened even more and toppled Aoi over the edge without even needing to be touched. The white fluid erupted over their stomachs, a loud cry escaping Aoi's parted lips.
With Aoi's body tensing and spasming around his own it wasn't long before Uruha followed Aoi over the edge with a moan that echoed around the room. His body stilled against Aoi's as he spilt his seed inside the older man, letting the warmth fill the one he loved.
Aoi mm'ed in contentment at the heat inside his body, his whole body still shaking every now and again from all the effort he had used up. Sweat covered his body in a light sheen and made his hair stick to his forehead, a very beautiful sight to the blonde's eyes. He gazed at Aoi with such loving in his depths as he let both of them calm down. His breathing was in pants and so was Aoi's, but it didn't matter. Neither cared.
Then it was all over way too quickly. Uruha saw how tired Aoi was and pulled out, watching as a bit of his fluid dripped out onto the bed, Aoi seeming not to feel it or care about it. Then he collapsed next to the older man and laid an arm over his waist, dragging him rightways on the bed and putting his head on the pillows.
"Is everything alright between us now?" Aoi asked, turning on his side to snuggle into Uruha in post-coital bliss.
Uruha smiled softly, yet sadly, and nodded his head. "Yeah. Perfectly alright."
Oh how wrong that statement was.