[fic] Strangers (B side) - Reita/Ruki - oneshot
Title: Strangers (B side)
Chapters: oneshot
Author: limaccia_san
Beta: need one D:
Genre: romance, smut
Warnings: Manxman oral
Rating: NC-17
Band: the GazettE
Pairing: Reita/Ruki
Disclaimer: I don’t own them *pouts*
Synopsis: “I was wandering through the shelves full of delicious looking stuff, trying to decide what to eat for dinner when I suddenly bumped into someone.”
Summary: Reita begins to wonder about his mysterious, unknown lover. What about Ruki?
Comments: "Strangers" in Ruki's POV
Ruki’s POV
I met him in a grocery shop.
I was wandering through the shelves full of delicious looking stuff, trying to decide what to eat for dinner when I suddenly bumped into someone. I was about to bow and say I was sorry but when I looked at him.. I was stunned. Our eyes met, for long moments we stared at each other and then I finally managed to murmur a “sumimasen”. I know I’d have left after that, but I just couldn’t, his eyes kept me nailed on the spot. And when they began to travel all over my features and my body I hide a smirk. Those eyes were going to see a lot more than the clothes I was wearing.
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He straddles my face, and pokes my mouth with his cock. I look at his handsome face and simply open my mouth and let his tip inside. He moans loudly and closes those amazing eyes, well knowing that I’m still looking at him: I love to enjoy the effect I’ve on him, directly shown on his features scrunched in pleasure. I let him fuck my mouth for a bit, adoring his moans as he thrusts into me while I keep sucking eagerly.
His moans get louder and I can’t keep it anymore, he’s too sexy..
I push his hips, and then his chest, making him lay down on the bed. I crawl closer and lay on top of him upside down, so that my face is between his legs and my hips’re hovering above his head.
I plunge myself into his crotch, nuzzling his cock, letting my lips and tongue slide up and down his dick, then I lap at his tip quickly and finally I bring it into my mouth, just the tip, sucking so hard, cause I know this’ll drive him crazy.
I suck his tip again and again, lapping at it as I can taste the first droplets of precum dozing off.
I love the way he tastes, bitter and so damn sweet at the same time. I’m so addicted to his flavour that I can’t help but play with it every time I get the chance, as slutty as it sounds I truly enjoy licking and sucking his cock until I make him come hard.
I slightly bob my head up and down, letting the tip of his dick go in and out of my mouth, deliciously sliding between my wet lips while I casually let my tongue lap at the slit in the meantime. The bobbing motions makes my unbearably hard cock slap against his face and I can’t help but squeeze my eyes and wish he’ll take pity of me and do something.
I wiggle my hips, trying to give him an hint of how much I need him and my cock finally pokes his chin hard. I gave a rich moan around his hardness still in my mouth and it seems that this works: he opens his mouth, letting it slide inside. I moan again, and lower my head completely, taking all of him in my wet cavern. I so want to make him come and taste all he has to offer to me now, and it looks like I’m doing a good job as he trembles and get stiff.
I keep the pace until, few moments later, he comes into my mouth.
Hard.
I swallow everything happily, satisfied with the idea of making him feel so good.
My turn now, though: I roll on my back and spread my legs, looking at him again. I love the way he looks back at me, like I’d catch his breath away every time he roams his hungry eyes on me.
Actually I do can feel his burning gaze on my hard and throbbing member and when our eyes met again I silently ask him to take care of me.
He lifts my hips, to bring my crotch at his mouth level, making me slide slightly on the bed and I smirk at him in anticipation. He brings his head down but stops for a moment, to make sure I’m looking at him, and I’m, of course.
I’d not lost the (quite literally) orgasmic sight on those lips working on my cock for all the money in the world. I’d like to say he’s arrogant provoking me like this but we both know what he can do to me.
The ways he makes me feel..
Actually he can’t even imagine how he effects me, the things he does to my poor brain. This is one of the reason why I’m coming here more often that I used to at the beginning of this strange whatever it is: I can’t have enough of him. I’d lay in this bed and let him fuck me whole days and nights if I could.
He gives the first long lick up my length and I hiss in pleasure, fisting my fingers in the sheets.
And that hiss turns into lust filled screams as he begins to devour me, sucking and licking and nibbling, touching my thighs and my ass cheeks until he spreads them and licks at my puckered hole.
But the best have yet to come.
I twist and trash my head around as he fucks me with his tongue and I feel like I’d cum any moment when he adds one of those long fingers of his inside me. I can’t keep still, all my boby is on fire and I wiggle my hips, desperately asking for more.
But I know he won’t give me what I want. Not yet. He loves to see me like this, and, honestly it’d not be the same without his sweet tortures.
In fact he keeps licking and fingering me slowly and I arch off the bed and whine loudly.
My muscles are clenching like crazy around his fingers and devilish tongue. He laps from my hole to my tip slowly, his finger still inside me and when I’m so close that all I can think about is how I want him to touch my hard dick and make me come he pushes another finger inside, stretching my hole and, pushing his tongue inside as well, his other hand goes to play with my cock and balls.
And then I scream. So loudly that my throat hurts
My back utterly arches off the bed and he pulls away from my ass to lap at my leaking tip.
I pant through my parted lips, struggling to catch my breath and then I lay down again properly. I can feel his warmth getting closer to me and he slowly let his body lay comfortably on top of mine. I open my eyes lazily and I let myself linger on his features.
Even if he satisfies me to a whole level physically I still feel like something is missing.
I know so few things about him. I’d like to get closer to him, but I’m afraid of loosing him for good: maybe he wants our “thing” to stay like it is now? As silent fuck buddies?
The thought really makes me sad.
But I’m such a coward, I’d just stop thinking and just do something, ask him about himself, about his life. I’m a good listener, I’d be his confident other that his (almost) daily screw. But this would make us practically lovers. I wonder if he ever thought about me this way..
Yeah.. I’d chuck in all my worries and just go for it. We get along together well after all, even when I come here to just hang out. Besides, if something goes wrong I’ll always have tons of sweet memories of all our incredible encounters.
Aaah, such a bitter thought!
But still.. I always remember with a smile that morning: I woke up in this bed, trembling slightly cause of the cold air of the winter morning. He scooped me up gently and squeezed me tightly against his warm, naked body. I snuggled up to him happily and he kissed my head and my shoulder, rubbing my arm to give me more heat, but the truth is that all I needed to feel warm again was his presence close to me.
That made me so hopeful.
But still things haven’t really changed between us. It’s confusing, frustrating also, but as long as I don’t gain the courage necessary to do something I’m stuck here.
The situation is almost ironic: I know this body better than my own, I know how to pleasure him, I can perfectly interpret his body language and all this brought us to a complicity that I’ve never had with anyone else. But I can never say what he’s thinking.
Just like now: he’s frowning slightly and he seems deep in thoughts. I’d like to know what happens in that pretty head of his, but I don’t even dare to read his expressive eyes.
I’m almost fearful to interrupt his thinking, but I lift a hand to cup in cheek anyway:
“Akira? Are you ok?”
He smiles at me. Aaah I’m relieved that he’s not mad. He kisses my palm gently:
“I’m sorry, I spaced out” he smiles again, apologetically.
“Is something on your mind?”
Talk to me, talk to me, talk to me.
“Yes, kinda” he speaks slowly, weighing up his words.
“Do you want me to leave?”
Let me stay, let me stay, let me stay.
“Why should I want you to leave?”
He stokes my cheek, looking at me and he can’t even imagine how happy I’m hearing him say that.
“Maybe you need some privacy to think about whatever is on your mind?”
Oh yeah, nice suggestion to give to him.
“It’s ok… stay with me” he kisses my cheek “besides.. I’m sad when you leave”
I think my heart is bursting.
“I like your voice, Taka, we’d talk more”
And here it comes his kiss of death.
I try to play it cool and give (a liberating) chuckles: “Won’t you get tired of me without all the secrets?”
Yes, I’m actually trying to understand if I get it right. If he’s joking or something I swear I’ll punch him and leave.
“As long as you won’t get bored yourself, I can deal with getting to know you a little better”
Ok, this is too much for me. He actually seems sincere.
I can barely contain my happiness
This is a start. Our start. To something possibly amazing and unforgettable.
I smile at him and cup his cheek, bringing our face closer to give him the sweetest kiss I can manage at the moment, then I roll us over and get comfortable on top of him, nuzzling his neck, hiding my smile.
I bring my lips to his ear and in a promising whispers: “I can’t wait to discover all of you Suzuki Akira"
More truthful words have never been spoken.
Notes ♪:
:D All those great comments made me want to write this “B-side” the moment I got home from the library!! I’d never thought that “Stranger”’d be so appreciated, I was very surprised with all the favourable comments, thank you guys!!
Hope this won’t disappoint.
As for the sequel I’ll think about it. When I’ll come up with something decent I’ll share XD
Chapters: oneshot
Author: limaccia_san
Beta: need one D:
Genre: romance, smut
Warnings: Manxman oral
Rating: NC-17
Band: the GazettE
Pairing: Reita/Ruki
Disclaimer: I don’t own them *pouts*
Synopsis: “I was wandering through the shelves full of delicious looking stuff, trying to decide what to eat for dinner when I suddenly bumped into someone.”
Summary: Reita begins to wonder about his mysterious, unknown lover. What about Ruki?
Comments: "Strangers" in Ruki's POV
Ruki’s POV
I met him in a grocery shop.
I was wandering through the shelves full of delicious looking stuff, trying to decide what to eat for dinner when I suddenly bumped into someone. I was about to bow and say I was sorry but when I looked at him.. I was stunned. Our eyes met, for long moments we stared at each other and then I finally managed to murmur a “sumimasen”. I know I’d have left after that, but I just couldn’t, his eyes kept me nailed on the spot. And when they began to travel all over my features and my body I hide a smirk. Those eyes were going to see a lot more than the clothes I was wearing.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
He straddles my face, and pokes my mouth with his cock. I look at his handsome face and simply open my mouth and let his tip inside. He moans loudly and closes those amazing eyes, well knowing that I’m still looking at him: I love to enjoy the effect I’ve on him, directly shown on his features scrunched in pleasure. I let him fuck my mouth for a bit, adoring his moans as he thrusts into me while I keep sucking eagerly.
His moans get louder and I can’t keep it anymore, he’s too sexy..
I push his hips, and then his chest, making him lay down on the bed. I crawl closer and lay on top of him upside down, so that my face is between his legs and my hips’re hovering above his head.
I plunge myself into his crotch, nuzzling his cock, letting my lips and tongue slide up and down his dick, then I lap at his tip quickly and finally I bring it into my mouth, just the tip, sucking so hard, cause I know this’ll drive him crazy.
I suck his tip again and again, lapping at it as I can taste the first droplets of precum dozing off.
I love the way he tastes, bitter and so damn sweet at the same time. I’m so addicted to his flavour that I can’t help but play with it every time I get the chance, as slutty as it sounds I truly enjoy licking and sucking his cock until I make him come hard.
I slightly bob my head up and down, letting the tip of his dick go in and out of my mouth, deliciously sliding between my wet lips while I casually let my tongue lap at the slit in the meantime. The bobbing motions makes my unbearably hard cock slap against his face and I can’t help but squeeze my eyes and wish he’ll take pity of me and do something.
I wiggle my hips, trying to give him an hint of how much I need him and my cock finally pokes his chin hard. I gave a rich moan around his hardness still in my mouth and it seems that this works: he opens his mouth, letting it slide inside. I moan again, and lower my head completely, taking all of him in my wet cavern. I so want to make him come and taste all he has to offer to me now, and it looks like I’m doing a good job as he trembles and get stiff.
I keep the pace until, few moments later, he comes into my mouth.
Hard.
I swallow everything happily, satisfied with the idea of making him feel so good.
My turn now, though: I roll on my back and spread my legs, looking at him again. I love the way he looks back at me, like I’d catch his breath away every time he roams his hungry eyes on me.
Actually I do can feel his burning gaze on my hard and throbbing member and when our eyes met again I silently ask him to take care of me.
He lifts my hips, to bring my crotch at his mouth level, making me slide slightly on the bed and I smirk at him in anticipation. He brings his head down but stops for a moment, to make sure I’m looking at him, and I’m, of course.
I’d not lost the (quite literally) orgasmic sight on those lips working on my cock for all the money in the world. I’d like to say he’s arrogant provoking me like this but we both know what he can do to me.
The ways he makes me feel..
Actually he can’t even imagine how he effects me, the things he does to my poor brain. This is one of the reason why I’m coming here more often that I used to at the beginning of this strange whatever it is: I can’t have enough of him. I’d lay in this bed and let him fuck me whole days and nights if I could.
He gives the first long lick up my length and I hiss in pleasure, fisting my fingers in the sheets.
And that hiss turns into lust filled screams as he begins to devour me, sucking and licking and nibbling, touching my thighs and my ass cheeks until he spreads them and licks at my puckered hole.
But the best have yet to come.
I twist and trash my head around as he fucks me with his tongue and I feel like I’d cum any moment when he adds one of those long fingers of his inside me. I can’t keep still, all my boby is on fire and I wiggle my hips, desperately asking for more.
But I know he won’t give me what I want. Not yet. He loves to see me like this, and, honestly it’d not be the same without his sweet tortures.
In fact he keeps licking and fingering me slowly and I arch off the bed and whine loudly.
My muscles are clenching like crazy around his fingers and devilish tongue. He laps from my hole to my tip slowly, his finger still inside me and when I’m so close that all I can think about is how I want him to touch my hard dick and make me come he pushes another finger inside, stretching my hole and, pushing his tongue inside as well, his other hand goes to play with my cock and balls.
And then I scream. So loudly that my throat hurts
My back utterly arches off the bed and he pulls away from my ass to lap at my leaking tip.
I pant through my parted lips, struggling to catch my breath and then I lay down again properly. I can feel his warmth getting closer to me and he slowly let his body lay comfortably on top of mine. I open my eyes lazily and I let myself linger on his features.
Even if he satisfies me to a whole level physically I still feel like something is missing.
I know so few things about him. I’d like to get closer to him, but I’m afraid of loosing him for good: maybe he wants our “thing” to stay like it is now? As silent fuck buddies?
The thought really makes me sad.
But I’m such a coward, I’d just stop thinking and just do something, ask him about himself, about his life. I’m a good listener, I’d be his confident other that his (almost) daily screw. But this would make us practically lovers. I wonder if he ever thought about me this way..
Yeah.. I’d chuck in all my worries and just go for it. We get along together well after all, even when I come here to just hang out. Besides, if something goes wrong I’ll always have tons of sweet memories of all our incredible encounters.
Aaah, such a bitter thought!
But still.. I always remember with a smile that morning: I woke up in this bed, trembling slightly cause of the cold air of the winter morning. He scooped me up gently and squeezed me tightly against his warm, naked body. I snuggled up to him happily and he kissed my head and my shoulder, rubbing my arm to give me more heat, but the truth is that all I needed to feel warm again was his presence close to me.
That made me so hopeful.
But still things haven’t really changed between us. It’s confusing, frustrating also, but as long as I don’t gain the courage necessary to do something I’m stuck here.
The situation is almost ironic: I know this body better than my own, I know how to pleasure him, I can perfectly interpret his body language and all this brought us to a complicity that I’ve never had with anyone else. But I can never say what he’s thinking.
Just like now: he’s frowning slightly and he seems deep in thoughts. I’d like to know what happens in that pretty head of his, but I don’t even dare to read his expressive eyes.
I’m almost fearful to interrupt his thinking, but I lift a hand to cup in cheek anyway:
“Akira? Are you ok?”
He smiles at me. Aaah I’m relieved that he’s not mad. He kisses my palm gently:
“I’m sorry, I spaced out” he smiles again, apologetically.
“Is something on your mind?”
Talk to me, talk to me, talk to me.
“Yes, kinda” he speaks slowly, weighing up his words.
“Do you want me to leave?”
Let me stay, let me stay, let me stay.
“Why should I want you to leave?”
He stokes my cheek, looking at me and he can’t even imagine how happy I’m hearing him say that.
“Maybe you need some privacy to think about whatever is on your mind?”
Oh yeah, nice suggestion to give to him.
“It’s ok… stay with me” he kisses my cheek “besides.. I’m sad when you leave”
I think my heart is bursting.
“I like your voice, Taka, we’d talk more”
And here it comes his kiss of death.
I try to play it cool and give (a liberating) chuckles: “Won’t you get tired of me without all the secrets?”
Yes, I’m actually trying to understand if I get it right. If he’s joking or something I swear I’ll punch him and leave.
“As long as you won’t get bored yourself, I can deal with getting to know you a little better”
Ok, this is too much for me. He actually seems sincere.
I can barely contain my happiness
This is a start. Our start. To something possibly amazing and unforgettable.
I smile at him and cup his cheek, bringing our face closer to give him the sweetest kiss I can manage at the moment, then I roll us over and get comfortable on top of him, nuzzling his neck, hiding my smile.
I bring my lips to his ear and in a promising whispers: “I can’t wait to discover all of you Suzuki Akira"
More truthful words have never been spoken.
Notes ♪:
:D All those great comments made me want to write this “B-side” the moment I got home from the library!! I’d never thought that “Stranger”’d be so appreciated, I was very surprised with all the favourable comments, thank you guys!!
Hope this won’t disappoint.
As for the sequel I’ll think about it. When I’ll come up with something decent I’ll share XD