Fic: Kuroshitsuji, Soma/Agni, "Fornication"
Title: Fornication
Fandom: Kuroshitsuji (Soma/Agni)
Words: 651
Genre: Consummation
Rating: MA
Prompt: citrus_taste #47: So I could find God between your legs tonight.
Disclaimer: Don't own Kuroshitsuji or profit (except in pleasure) by hijacking it for smut.
Author's Note: Continuation of "The Whore of Babylon," which you can read at oishii_fic or at Soma and Agni Tales.
"Tell your prince-I mean your whore-how you like her," Soma drawled as Agni knelt before the bed.
"I would give my life for my prince," replied Agni, bowing his head. He fought back a smile at Soma's absurdity. He could smell the brandy in his breath from the floor.
"Not your prince!" snapped the prince. "Your whore! Say it! Call me a whore!"
Agni sighed softly and raised his head. Unless it would do his master harm, he would obey in all things. He looked up into those melting brown eyes, at that full bottom lip. "I would give my life for you, my whore." The gods knew it was true.
Soma giggled. "You sound so sexy when you say that, Agni! Look how hard you make me!" He smoothed the silk around his groin. His hard shaft was impossible to miss.
"I am honored, my pr- …I am honored."
Soma smiled, then dropped to his knees and grabbed the half-empty brandy bottle from the bedside table. He bobbled a bit then righted himself. "My worshiper, drink from my golden cup of abom…abomin….whatever-it-is!" he announced with a laugh before lurching forward and tipping the bottle roughly to Agni's mouth.
The turbaned servant choked and sputtered but swallowed the burning alcohol too, taking hold of the bottle and then his master as the prince tumbled from the bed into his arms.
"My sweet abominatorer," Soma oozed, relinquishing the bottle and wrapping his arms around Agni tightly. His blurry vision cleared as his servant's small, beautiful mouth appeared before him. He kissed it, hungrily and sloppily.
Agni was stunned by the onslaught-Soma's lithe, slender body draped over his, clutching at his garments, and that mouth, soft and warm and wet, claiming him entirely. Nothing in his life prepared him for its overwhelming and desperate sweetness. They toppled over onto the rug, Soma humping and massaging Agni's cock with his own, while Agni moaned helplessly into the passionate kiss and didn't know what to do with his hands.
Soma broke the kiss abruptly and dove for Agni's waistband. He fumbled sloppily with the sash until Agni assisted, and he was bare from the hips down in no time. "Fornication," murmured Soma, to himself or Agni, it was difficult to tell. He leaned in and kissed Agni's flat stomach and nibbled his left hipbone. Agni gasped and his hands flexed at his side. Was he permitted to touch his prince? It was impossible to tell, so he writhed in impotent lust. His cock jumped and strained as the prince's breath fell upon it.
As Agni's eyes closed in unsurpassed anticipation, he suddenly found himself hoisted, his ankles over Soma's shoulders and Soma's exposed cock aimed at his unready ass. He gritted his teeth, trying to ready himself in his unlubricated state. For my prince, he chanted inwardly, his perfect and all-sustaining mantra.
But the moment of penetration did not arrive. Agni opened his eyes to find his master furiously pumping his unexpectedly limp cock. "The whore's staff has turned into a snake!" he whined, face a terrible grimace of frustration as he mixed religions and metaphors in a manner perfectly befitting his besotted state. "What shall I do, Agni?" There was a childish panic in his voice, a desperate need that pulled at Agni's protective need…and his growing lust.
"There is only one thing to do with a whore in need," Agni said, eyes alight. In an instant, he had reversed their positions and was gazing down into the flushed face of his prince beneath him, ankles now over his strong shoulders. As he had told the young earl's butler, true service was not always about obeying a master's orders, it was about knowing what they most needed…and giving it. He spit down into his palm and stroked it into his cock as Soma's eyes grew wide. "Let us fornicate, my prince."
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Fandom: Kuroshitsuji (Soma/Agni)
Words: 651
Genre: Consummation
Rating: MA
Prompt: citrus_taste #47: So I could find God between your legs tonight.
Disclaimer: Don't own Kuroshitsuji or profit (except in pleasure) by hijacking it for smut.
Author's Note: Continuation of "The Whore of Babylon," which you can read at oishii_fic or at Soma and Agni Tales.
"Tell your prince-I mean your whore-how you like her," Soma drawled as Agni knelt before the bed.
"I would give my life for my prince," replied Agni, bowing his head. He fought back a smile at Soma's absurdity. He could smell the brandy in his breath from the floor.
"Not your prince!" snapped the prince. "Your whore! Say it! Call me a whore!"
Agni sighed softly and raised his head. Unless it would do his master harm, he would obey in all things. He looked up into those melting brown eyes, at that full bottom lip. "I would give my life for you, my whore." The gods knew it was true.
Soma giggled. "You sound so sexy when you say that, Agni! Look how hard you make me!" He smoothed the silk around his groin. His hard shaft was impossible to miss.
"I am honored, my pr- …I am honored."
Soma smiled, then dropped to his knees and grabbed the half-empty brandy bottle from the bedside table. He bobbled a bit then righted himself. "My worshiper, drink from my golden cup of abom…abomin….whatever-it-is!" he announced with a laugh before lurching forward and tipping the bottle roughly to Agni's mouth.
The turbaned servant choked and sputtered but swallowed the burning alcohol too, taking hold of the bottle and then his master as the prince tumbled from the bed into his arms.
"My sweet abominatorer," Soma oozed, relinquishing the bottle and wrapping his arms around Agni tightly. His blurry vision cleared as his servant's small, beautiful mouth appeared before him. He kissed it, hungrily and sloppily.
Agni was stunned by the onslaught-Soma's lithe, slender body draped over his, clutching at his garments, and that mouth, soft and warm and wet, claiming him entirely. Nothing in his life prepared him for its overwhelming and desperate sweetness. They toppled over onto the rug, Soma humping and massaging Agni's cock with his own, while Agni moaned helplessly into the passionate kiss and didn't know what to do with his hands.
Soma broke the kiss abruptly and dove for Agni's waistband. He fumbled sloppily with the sash until Agni assisted, and he was bare from the hips down in no time. "Fornication," murmured Soma, to himself or Agni, it was difficult to tell. He leaned in and kissed Agni's flat stomach and nibbled his left hipbone. Agni gasped and his hands flexed at his side. Was he permitted to touch his prince? It was impossible to tell, so he writhed in impotent lust. His cock jumped and strained as the prince's breath fell upon it.
As Agni's eyes closed in unsurpassed anticipation, he suddenly found himself hoisted, his ankles over Soma's shoulders and Soma's exposed cock aimed at his unready ass. He gritted his teeth, trying to ready himself in his unlubricated state. For my prince, he chanted inwardly, his perfect and all-sustaining mantra.
But the moment of penetration did not arrive. Agni opened his eyes to find his master furiously pumping his unexpectedly limp cock. "The whore's staff has turned into a snake!" he whined, face a terrible grimace of frustration as he mixed religions and metaphors in a manner perfectly befitting his besotted state. "What shall I do, Agni?" There was a childish panic in his voice, a desperate need that pulled at Agni's protective need…and his growing lust.
"There is only one thing to do with a whore in need," Agni said, eyes alight. In an instant, he had reversed their positions and was gazing down into the flushed face of his prince beneath him, ankles now over his strong shoulders. As he had told the young earl's butler, true service was not always about obeying a master's orders, it was about knowing what they most needed…and giving it. He spit down into his palm and stroked it into his cock as Soma's eyes grew wide. "Let us fornicate, my prince."
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