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[livingsandbox]

Who: Gaara and Matsuri
What: He's finding out his hormones are fucked :|
Where: 919
When: Naaaao.
Rating: PG-13 - M-Maybe R, but definitely not as far as NC-17.
Warnings: LMAO GAARA BEING EVEN REMOTELY SEXUAL OMG ;.;

Comments

i could use this icon forever.

[livingsandbox]

Her struggles made the slightest of groans come from the back of his throat - the guttural noise almost more of an aroused growl then anything else. It felt good, despite that he knew they were supposed to be signs of unwanted actions. He knew it was supposed to a sign to pull back, to make sure she wanted this, but his body kept pushing onwards, screaming that he almost liked the thought of pushing, hurting, corrupting. . .

They were thoughts he'd always hated having.

When she pulled back from the kiss, her gasp made the slightest of grins twitch at his features, his lips moving instead to her throat, hands roaming down over her curves and feeling her through the fabric. He own desires, he own ache, it only caused him to be spurred on, to want more, to crave more. He used his hips to push her legs apart, pressing himself between her, barred only by their clothing as he did so. He could feel the heat from her skin through the material and part of him had the desire to tear the fabric that was keeping him from her away.

His teeth grazed over the flesh of her throat, his hand that still held her pulling her body as close to his as he could get it. The primitive groan once again erupted from him, despite the efforts to clear his head, to stop himself. He had to regain to control.

then i'll use this one because she's melting under your hot gaze, Gaara <3

[matsuri_of_suna]

Her heart skipped a beat at the feel of his hot breath fanning against her sensitive throat, and a passing thought caused Matsuri to wonder how he would react if she slid her arm around his neck and pulled him down toward her... allow him to leave his mark on her skin so he could claim her...

She began to shift restlessly, squirming and moving right against him, and her clothes suddenly felt so tight and uncomfortable... but how could she take them off when Gaara was on top of her? And did she really want to do that...? Just how far was she willing to go with these doubts hovering in the back of her mind? Emotionally, she ached for him; physically, her body was ready and willing to receive him...

Gaara-sama... I feel so... hot...

Heaving an ardent breath, Matsuri slipped her arms around his neck, holding him with endearing affection as her heart continued to race, hesitant about continuing their embrace, and yet not wanting to part from him, because she had waited so long for the smallest sign of romantic desire. Daring to be a little bold, her hands slowly slid down along his sides, her nails curled to drag a light tickling sensation over his skin, stopping at his hips, where his pants were in the way, and with his face near her throat, she leaned her head over to press her cheek against the wiry strands of his dark red hair.

I can understand why oh man :O

[livingsandbox]

The feeling of her arms around him, her nails digging into his skin, it caused him to let out the slightest of pleasurable cries, his hands going to grip her hips roughly. It heightened his need, made him ache harder, and he could feel the little bit of clothing he still wore becoming increasingly uncomfortable to wear. He tried to ignore it. He kissed, bit, and sucked at her skin, leaving it red, marking her as she'd wanted - as he'd wanted. Claiming her, making her his, possessing. It was all he could think of.

Gaara's hands finally rose to her shirt, gripping it, tugging at it, and finally deciding it was too much effort to try and maneuver to lift it off. His hand gripped the top roughly before he tore it open, the pieces of fabric breaking rather easily under the force. Her skin exposed, he pressed his chest against hers once more, the feeling of skin on skin far more pleasing to his needs. He wanted - needed - ached for more and her name escaped his lips in a heavy growl because of it.

here, have another, teehee :3

[matsuri_of_suna]

The love bites that he was leaving all over her neck would have been hard to hide, if she wasn't already accustomed to wearing a scarf most of the time. The sensation of his teeth nipping at her skin was only mildly painful, and on the brink of feeling pleasurable, because just the knowledge of what he was doing to her, that was more exhilarating than the act itself.

Feeling their naked chests pressed against each other caused her to release a shaky gasp that ghosted into the air before vanishing completely. She was mildly alarmed by how easily Gaara had discarded her shirt and bra, tearing through the articles of clothing with zealous need, but that small concern was swiftly overturned by his next action.

His hands felt hot, almost scorching to the touch, when he cupped her soft breasts in his palms and molded them with his fingers, sending sharp tingles of pleasure down her spine. Unable to refrain from expressing her reaction in an openly vocal manner, Matsuri moaned his name throatily, her melodic voice encouraging him.

ugh feels so bad now D:

[livingsandbox]

Her breasts felt soft and perfect in his hands, the reaction he got from running his fingers over her skin and gently pinching at her nipples would have spurred him on. But the moan - somehow the moan was what broke through to his senses, made him realize just what it was that he was doing. His eyes widened, his body felt as though it was being torn in two from the emotional charge he felt, and as swiftly as he had started, Gaara pulled himself from Matsuri, scrambling from the bed and nearly tripping over the sheets as he did so.

He hit the floor with a loud thud, though a layer of sand protected him from the pain anyone would have normally felt. He was on his feet in seconds, staring at her in a mixture of shock, confusion, and fear.

What had he just done?

Grabbing his clothing, he began to dress immediately, his eyes not looking at the now shirtless Matsuri lying in his bed. His breath was still coming heavily, his arousal was still evident, but he his mood had changed entirely. Once he had dressed, he looked at her face for a moment, apology written all over his features. It disappeared quickly, however, the stoicism returning, and he swallowed roughly.

"I. . . apologize for my actions, Matsuri-kun. I will. . . see you later this evening, if I return while you are awake."

Without another word, he nearly ran from the room, slamming the door behind him and going as fast as he could for the library. He had to find out what was causing this. Now.

WOAHEAWIOEHWOAGIODA I HOPE YOU GET BLUE BALLS, GAARA

[matsuri_of_suna]

One minute, he was caressing her without inhibitions or hesitation, and then in the next instant, they had parted abruptly, Gaara backing away so fast that he got tangled in the bed sheets and fell. The sight would have been somewhat comical under different circumstances, but Matsuri certainly did not feel like laughing in this present instance.

His apology made her delicate facial features twist in confusion, and then the girl was caught in a bit of mental turmoil when he suddenly left without warning, the sound of the slammed door ringing loudly in her ears, which was almost enough to override the heavy thud of her heart dropping deep down, descending into darkness.

Had she done something to drive him away...?

Stunned speechless and unsure of what to do next, Matsuri merely pulled her knees up to her chest and hugged them tightly in need for comfort, no matter how empty it felt, and she stayed in that position for some time, silently berating herself for committing a wrongdoing that she wasn't even aware of.