Lucifer - Tora/Hiroto
Title - Lucifer
Author - koihitoyo
Rating - R
Genre - Au, Smut-ish
Warnings - Unbeta-ed, English is not my first language, so any mistakes are more than human. And also Pedophilia/Chronophilia.
Pairings - Tora / Hiroto
Summary - But that was pedophilia. Tora was a pedophile, and luckily, Hiroto was a chronophile waiting in the shadows for the perfect chance to put his paraphilia to the test
Disclaimers - If any of them belonged to me, you would see me bragging about it on television. And this is fiction. Unfortunately.
X-posted: torapon , aliceinloveland
Hiroto's obsession started a little too early, at his crib, in the moment he got home and strange visitors came up to his house to say 'Hi'. He was just a baby when they first met, him: Amano Shinji, sixteen years of pure rebel bipolar behavior, uncountable piercings hiden under his shirt and pants and a few tattoos covered up by a sleeveless shirt, a devoted fan of punk rock bands and obsessed by street fights. One casual day he met the boy: Ogata Hiroto, five days of life, rounded cheeks and a high-pitched cry that would make a banshee cower.
In this one meeting, Hiroto shut his hysteric new-born cry just to watch the teen, big curious rounded eyes and small hands that reached up for that sweet smell.
Tora turned his back and went outside for a smoke.
He was too much of a bad-ass to show everyone that his heart had just melt with the display.
At the tender age of six, Hiroto learned that Shinji's body was perfect, each curve molded itself to strong muscles and delicate bones, small holes from his previous piercings could be seen with easy and his tattoos shone with a glow of its own.
Also at this age, Hiroto learned that Tora's (a sweet nickname given by him) lips were as soft as lips could get when he drown himself in the pool for the first time. No need to say that there were many other times that the poor university student had to give the boy a mouth to mouth in that particular summer (even though most of the time, Hiroto was pretty much alive).
He was now sixteen and Tora thirty two.
Hiroto had become a rebellious teen, smoking as soon as his parents were out of view and with the sex life of a cat on heat. Lips that would whisper dirty words as hips would move sensually without him even recognizing it. And the poor Tora had become a successful business man, preoccupied with the number of lovers he would have to hide from his wife and the insane amount of money he would make with a roar.
That's when it all happened: just as Tora was ready to leave his house for his hookers, Hiroto showed up, holding his guitar and luggage. "Mom and dad are going on their fifth honeymoon, I felt kind of lonely." And what the poor tiger could do, but accept that kid in his house? He liked him anyways.
"Okay. Don't forget to feed Chiken, Minako never does that."
"Yes."
"Half can of Whiskas---"
"Three spoons of Pedigree. Have a nice day at work Tora-shi." The business man stopped dead in his tracks, smiling for the kid that was better that his own useless wife. "Don't worry, I won't burn down your apartment, I will only linger around, play guitar and maybe pet Chiken. Your tie." The brunette had to stand on tip toes to tie the object right to Tora's neck. That was his favorite hour of the day, the little teenage Lucifer-in-training would inhale deep, taking in that familiar smell that reminded him of those flower fields in Ukraine under the sunset; his hands would linger a little longer on Tora's chest after adjusting the garment and letting him go.
The tiger would not show, but each time he did that, there was that urge to take off all of his clothes, tie him down and fuck the sense out of him.
But that was pedophilia. Tora was a pedophile, and luckily, Hiroto was a chronophile waiting in the shadows for the perfect chance to put his paraphilia to the test.
The chance came days later, when Minako was not at home and Tora came in, two hours after leaving for work, being greeted by a strange tongue blasting on his stereo and a sweat covered teenager dancing to the sound of it. He had not much of a choice when pulled by the hand at the sound of the Loverhollic, Robotronic or whatever that was being said on those loud speakers, because the boy, covered in sweat, rolling his hips and biting his own lips under the midday light was more enticing than the beat.
It didn't take much for Hiroto to exceed the barrier of the what-was-ok-to-do-with-a-married-guy-with-the-double-of-his-age-please-stop-pressing-your-ass-against-my-cock-please. And Tora found himself out of control, pressing his hands against a shirt-covered abdomen, feeling his muscles working under the pressure of the dance and Hiroto's finger tangling on his black hair, bringing him closer...So close that he could feel the heat coming out of him mixed with his smell of Johnson's Baby Night Cologne -- the final proof that he was still a kid.
But what the hell, a kid would never move his hips like that, or lick dried lips in that alluring way, or get hard on rubbing himself on a childhood figure. To the hell with all of this. Tora whispered to his own brain as his hands got lower and lower, taking a button, a zipper, a boxer out of his ways and pumping the boy's erection in time with the beat, his hands tightening at the flesh just to extract that moan out of those plush lips.
At the same time, Hiroto would half-grin, half-moan, his head thrown at Tora's shoulder. "Fuck me Shinji. Fuck me hard. Fuck me like you fuck those whores of yours." Andthat was when Tora lost his control, throwing his own clothes on the floor together with Hiroto and press him against the stereo, listening to his dirty pleas and moans, the music would play again in his ears :
Loverhollic, Robotronic
Loverhollic, Robotronic
Your undeniable spell is the Lucifer
Author - koihitoyo
Rating - R
Genre - Au, Smut-ish
Warnings - Unbeta-ed, English is not my first language, so any mistakes are more than human. And also Pedophilia/Chronophilia.
Pairings - Tora / Hiroto
Summary - But that was pedophilia. Tora was a pedophile, and luckily, Hiroto was a chronophile waiting in the shadows for the perfect chance to put his paraphilia to the test
Disclaimers - If any of them belonged to me, you would see me bragging about it on television. And this is fiction. Unfortunately.
X-posted: torapon , aliceinloveland
Hiroto's obsession started a little too early, at his crib, in the moment he got home and strange visitors came up to his house to say 'Hi'. He was just a baby when they first met, him: Amano Shinji, sixteen years of pure rebel bipolar behavior, uncountable piercings hiden under his shirt and pants and a few tattoos covered up by a sleeveless shirt, a devoted fan of punk rock bands and obsessed by street fights. One casual day he met the boy: Ogata Hiroto, five days of life, rounded cheeks and a high-pitched cry that would make a banshee cower.
In this one meeting, Hiroto shut his hysteric new-born cry just to watch the teen, big curious rounded eyes and small hands that reached up for that sweet smell.
Tora turned his back and went outside for a smoke.
He was too much of a bad-ass to show everyone that his heart had just melt with the display.
At the tender age of six, Hiroto learned that Shinji's body was perfect, each curve molded itself to strong muscles and delicate bones, small holes from his previous piercings could be seen with easy and his tattoos shone with a glow of its own.
Also at this age, Hiroto learned that Tora's (a sweet nickname given by him) lips were as soft as lips could get when he drown himself in the pool for the first time. No need to say that there were many other times that the poor university student had to give the boy a mouth to mouth in that particular summer (even though most of the time, Hiroto was pretty much alive).
He was now sixteen and Tora thirty two.
Hiroto had become a rebellious teen, smoking as soon as his parents were out of view and with the sex life of a cat on heat. Lips that would whisper dirty words as hips would move sensually without him even recognizing it. And the poor Tora had become a successful business man, preoccupied with the number of lovers he would have to hide from his wife and the insane amount of money he would make with a roar.
That's when it all happened: just as Tora was ready to leave his house for his hookers, Hiroto showed up, holding his guitar and luggage. "Mom and dad are going on their fifth honeymoon, I felt kind of lonely." And what the poor tiger could do, but accept that kid in his house? He liked him anyways.
"Okay. Don't forget to feed Chiken, Minako never does that."
"Yes."
"Half can of Whiskas---"
"Three spoons of Pedigree. Have a nice day at work Tora-shi." The business man stopped dead in his tracks, smiling for the kid that was better that his own useless wife. "Don't worry, I won't burn down your apartment, I will only linger around, play guitar and maybe pet Chiken. Your tie." The brunette had to stand on tip toes to tie the object right to Tora's neck. That was his favorite hour of the day, the little teenage Lucifer-in-training would inhale deep, taking in that familiar smell that reminded him of those flower fields in Ukraine under the sunset; his hands would linger a little longer on Tora's chest after adjusting the garment and letting him go.
The tiger would not show, but each time he did that, there was that urge to take off all of his clothes, tie him down and fuck the sense out of him.
But that was pedophilia. Tora was a pedophile, and luckily, Hiroto was a chronophile waiting in the shadows for the perfect chance to put his paraphilia to the test.
The chance came days later, when Minako was not at home and Tora came in, two hours after leaving for work, being greeted by a strange tongue blasting on his stereo and a sweat covered teenager dancing to the sound of it. He had not much of a choice when pulled by the hand at the sound of the Loverhollic, Robotronic or whatever that was being said on those loud speakers, because the boy, covered in sweat, rolling his hips and biting his own lips under the midday light was more enticing than the beat.
It didn't take much for Hiroto to exceed the barrier of the what-was-ok-to-do-with-a-married-guy-with-the-double-of-his-age-please-stop-pressing-your-ass-against-my-cock-please. And Tora found himself out of control, pressing his hands against a shirt-covered abdomen, feeling his muscles working under the pressure of the dance and Hiroto's finger tangling on his black hair, bringing him closer...So close that he could feel the heat coming out of him mixed with his smell of Johnson's Baby Night Cologne -- the final proof that he was still a kid.
But what the hell, a kid would never move his hips like that, or lick dried lips in that alluring way, or get hard on rubbing himself on a childhood figure. To the hell with all of this. Tora whispered to his own brain as his hands got lower and lower, taking a button, a zipper, a boxer out of his ways and pumping the boy's erection in time with the beat, his hands tightening at the flesh just to extract that moan out of those plush lips.
At the same time, Hiroto would half-grin, half-moan, his head thrown at Tora's shoulder. "Fuck me Shinji. Fuck me hard. Fuck me like you fuck those whores of yours." Andthat was when Tora lost his control, throwing his own clothes on the floor together with Hiroto and press him against the stereo, listening to his dirty pleas and moans, the music would play again in his ears :
Loverhollic, Robotronic
Loverhollic, Robotronic
Your undeniable spell is the Lucifer