Control - Drabble
Title: Control.
Author: underthesin
Part: One-shot/drabble
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: A swear word, sex-implied.
Pairings: KyoToshi.
Summary: It was nearly pathetic, although mostly erotic
Comments: I just re-found this and edited it a bit. I once wrote it for kyosmash and I was proud of it. Plus I need to be a bit more active.....a bit...
Enjoy. It's only short.
The blonde's lips turned upwards into a smirk against the bassist's mouth, the younger male unable to stop his shortened, hot breathing hitting on the blonde's skin. A whine passed from the pale male's soft pink lips, and the one he was sat on top of simply laughed in a single breath. It was nearly pathetic, although mostly erotic - the tall, flawless-skinned male set on his lap, hands bound simply together and his chest rising and falling often with the shortage of breath he knew could only be his own fault.
"Toshiya." The blonde called authoritatively and huskily to the male set on top him, and like an order the other man's eyes fluttered open, revealing dark brown orbs filled with passion - focussing only on the older man's eyes in front of him. He replied to this obedience - his own lips curled back into that smirk the other man knew far too well. And with this smirk, the blonde took an inked hand to the flawless skin of the other male, his thumb caressing slowly over the soft apple of his cheek. Fear flashed quickly through his eyes, delicious, exciting fear. The blonde ran a wet tongue over his lips, as if to taste the moment, taste the fear the other man had felt for that moment. And with this the inked hand moved from the younger's face, moving to grab hold of the pathetic amount of hair he still had left and tugged forcefully on the slick black locks. The other man let out a howl of combined pain, as well as arousal, judging by the pressure pushing into the lower of his stomach now.
He almost pitied the worthless whore of a bassist, only his needs for this was nearly as great as the others. He laughed breathily again, his soft eyes hardened and scanning over the raven-haired male's neck, finding pleasure from the faint signs of brown bruising he'd left on his toy many previous times before. The blonde leant his head in, his tongue flicking out to lick languidly over a hidden bruise in the crook of the other's elegant neck. He was responded with another desperate whine from the male on his lap, and his head shot up instantly, locking eyes with his prey, his hand clawing tighter and pulling harder on the hair in his grip, forcing his head back completely, the great pale expanse of skin openly exposed, and a low growl come from the back of his throat and he spat
"Scream for it, Whore."