One-shot: "Dienstmädchen" (AoixUruha)
Title: Dienstmädchen
Author: me
Beta:totchi_san_622
Pairing: AoixUruha
Genre: PWP
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: role-playing, cross-dressing, rough sex, dirty talking
Synopsis: Only when he entered their bedroom, later that night, and saw what a dirtily amazing sight Uruha had prepared for him, had everything become completely clear.
Notes: Written for Aoi’s birthday. ‘Dienstmädchen’ means maid in German, and this does say a lot about the plot. *giggle*
Of course Aoi had been sad when Uruha told him that, due to his indisposition, he wouldn’t be able to join his birthday party with the other bandmates and friends.
Of course he himself insisted to stay home with him, to take care of him, since he cared way more about his beloved boyfriend than a silly party.
Nevertheless, he decided to grant Uruha his wish and went to have fun with the other males, even though his mind and heart kept still beside his beautiful lover.
The blonde had seemed strangely insistent to make him go away. That thought didn’t leave the brunette’s mind for a while.
Only when he entered their bedroom, later that night, and saw what a dirtily amazing sight Uruha had prepared for him, had everything become completely clear.
For the blonde was on his fours on the comfortable mattress, a frilly, light blue dress covering his lean body above his milky thighs. A generous amount of tender, flawless skin was exposed to Aoi’s wide eyes, before they met another barrier, represented by the white stand-ups which covered his lover’s long, slim legs.
Uruha’s hair was styled in soft, elegant curls; a perfect frame for those pouty, pink lips and those blinking innocent eyes, which were glued to the brunette’s startled ones.
The younger man purred sensually while biting on his bottom lip; and Aoi became sure that it was going to be one of the dirtiest, most blissful nights his boyfriend and he had ever spent together.
“Welcome home, master.”
With a feral growl and a hot feeling already starting to warm up in his belly, the older guitarist jumped on the bed like a hungry beast, just in front of his lo- maid’s eyes. He wasted no time getting rid of his shirt, and he was even quicker than Uruha to unbutton his pants. He grabbed a fistful of that honey blonde locks roughly, causing the other to whimper in delicious pain, and guided it towards his engorged, freed manhood. He shoved his hips even further; slipping the stiff shaft between the younger’s soft lips, groaning deeply at the warm feeling.
Without minding about Uruha’s poor throat, he shoved his cock in as far as he could, until he felt it jumping in the back of the blonde’s throat. The latter probably didn’t expect this, for he frowned and whimpered, resting his delicate hands on Aoi’s bare hips.
After a couple of seconds, the brunette began to pump into his lover’s mouth, still taking a tight grip on his hair, head thrown back in ecstasy. Long, deep moans left his full lips as he fucked the other’s deliciously warm, wet mouth without giving a damn if he was going to choke him. He set up a fast, savage rhythm, causing Uruha to whimper every time he shoved his cock down his throat.
It was Uruha who had offered all this to him, after all, and it was his right to take it how, where and when he wanted.
And besides…he knew far too well that the blonde adored it when he was rough with him. He had always been his maid, in a way.
“You little cock sucker,” he breathed out, a wicked smile forming on his sweaty face as he looked down at those big, chocolate brown eyes. “Yeah… You’ll get what you want.”
Uruha stared transfixed at him, plump lips wrapped tightly around the veined, hard flesh, the erotic sight arousing Aoi even more, if possible. It was all too dirty, too erotic.
It was a matter of seconds, and the older one felt the familiar heat boiling inside the lower part of his abdomen. He slipped out of Uruha’s mouth, the latter mewling at the loss. Aoi fiercely kept his head in place, though, while pumping himself fast in order to achieve a magnificent release.
The blonde’s soft, beautifully flushed cheeks, his full lips wet with his precum…
Suddenly it became really too much, and a large spurt of white, milky liquid left the brunette’s crimson dick; it trickled directly on Uruha’s face, the blonde moaning joyfully while his master’s body was still shivering.
It took some time for Aoi to stop groaning and re-open his eyes; his maid was still there, just where he had ordered him to stay; his beautiful, angelic face vulgarly debauched by pearly seed, smeared across his cheek and nose. And still the pretty little angel looked at him like nothing had happened, blinking innocently and yet erotically at him from under his long lashes.
How he was able to look so beautiful and elegant, and yet so dirty and slutty, Aoi was likely never to understand.
An angel with horns and a pointed tail.
Feeling himself growing instantly hard at the sight, the older pushed Uruha down on the mattress, moving aside to fetch something form the bedside table.
“On your fours, facing the headboard,” he commanded in a low, husky voice, licking his lips as he found the small, familiar object.
“Yes, master,” the blonde replied in a shaky, weak voice that only turned on his lover more. He did as Aoi had told him, supporting himself on his hands and knees.
The older guitarist discarded his pants and boxers somewhere on the floor before approaching the other menacingly, much like a feline hunter would do with its prey. Uruha grabbed tightly at the sheets as he felt the mattress behind him deepening, body shaking slightly in anticipation and desire.
The brunette pulled up the hem of the other guitarist’s feminine, dreamy dress and hummed when he noticed the white laced panties he was wearing. Smirking devilishly, he leaned in, taking a hold of them with his teeth before ripping them off fiercely, just like an animal.
“Oh!”
He discarded them, his malefic grin widening as he felt the other shaking beneath him, whether in fear or simple impatience, he couldn’t say. Probably both.
Aoi’s hands wandered across the milky, smooth skin of Uruha’s firm cheeks; the movement was gentle and slow, so gentle and slow that it resulted almost menacing.
As a matter of fact, the next second a loud smack was heard, followed by a tiny yell. And then another, and another one.
The older man looked satisfied only when he had hit Uruha’s calves enough to turn them a vivid red.
“Slut,” he growled, quickly smearing some of the lube onto his palm before coating all his big, painfully hard length with it. “That’s what you are, a slut.”
He took hold of the blonde’s fragile hips and positioned himself before sinking into the tight heat of his lover’s willing, yet unprepared body.
The man beneath him let out a long, long moan, a mix of deep bliss and undeniable pain.
It was all Aoi wanted to hear. It was all Aoi needed to hear; his lover groaning and sighing wantonly because of what he was giving him. He couldn’t remember the last time he had felt so aroused, so willing to dominate savagely the man he loved.
It was all thanks to Uruha. He had smarted out his fantasy even before the brunette had thought about it.
Feeling himself powerful and capable of doing anything, Aoi began to rock his strong hips back and forth, breathing out harshly as thick locks of black hair hit his lust-filled eyes. The blonde was moaning, sighing, humming as he arched his back in an elegant bow, the blue and white dress sticking to some parts to his sweaty body along with the stockings.
“You like this, huh?” The dark-haired man asked, pumping in the beautiful, slender body beneath him mercilessly, using quick strokes. “You like the feeling of your tight little ass being fucked by a meaty, hard cock, don’t you?” He hissed between clenched teeth, jerking even faster.
“Y-y-yes!” Uruha screamed, moving his body as much as he could in order to meet the other man’s thrust. “Yes, master! Oh, oh, master, this feels so-so- ah!”
His eyes widened as Aoi hit his hidden spot and he started to scream as loud as his lungs allowed him, seeking release desperately and yet not having the courage to ask the brunette to grant him it.
The older one growled, his breath coming out even sharply. Aware of the fact that they surely wouldn’t last much longer, he circled the honey blonde’s thin waist with a strong arm, his free hand coming to curl around his lover’s neglected, leaking member.
The room was almost steaming with passion, desire, and the smell of sex. It made Aoi feel dizzy; made his head spin and his pleasure grew so much that he felt his body unable to contain it anymore.
Uruha felt so amazing, so extraordinaire, so his.
Before he even knew it, he was releasing torrents of warm cum directly inside his boyfriend, eyes closed as he reached the peak with desperate groans. Despite the moment of blinding bliss, he didn’t forget to pleasure Uruha with his hand, and within seconds the latter’s body was shivering, and Aoi felt a sticky, hot substance moistening his hand.
Next thing he knew, he was lying on his back, his muscular chest raising and falling quickly. He was still too exhausted, his mind still obfuscated with the fog of pleasure to take notice of his beautiful lover cuddling against him. It took him about a minute to clearly feel the warm body pressed against his own. Turning his gaze to his side, he saw Uruha’s sleepy, tired yet absolutely satisfied face. There was still some cum on his cheek, and Aoi couldn’t help smiling. He then noticed the blonde’s pale hand with long, thin fingers sneaking beneath his dress, reaching for between his legs before it reappeared, slick and sticky with sperm.
The brunette stared transfixed at the younger man as the latter brought his fingers to his moist lips, licking at them slowly, sensually, obviously teasing him. The other guitarist imitated the vulgar gesture, humming in approval as he tasted Uruha.
He was surprised to notice though that the blonde had still the strength to climb on his lap, dress with loosened laces crumpled and hair unruly.
Savage and dirty; the version of Uruha which Aoi adore most.
Aoi adored, and loved, just and only Uruha, period.
“Happy birthday, master,” the younger whispered before leaning down to kiss the brunette’s lips lovingly.
Author: me
Beta:totchi_san_622
Pairing: AoixUruha
Genre: PWP
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: role-playing, cross-dressing, rough sex, dirty talking
Synopsis: Only when he entered their bedroom, later that night, and saw what a dirtily amazing sight Uruha had prepared for him, had everything become completely clear.
Notes: Written for Aoi’s birthday. ‘Dienstmädchen’ means maid in German, and this does say a lot about the plot. *giggle*
Of course Aoi had been sad when Uruha told him that, due to his indisposition, he wouldn’t be able to join his birthday party with the other bandmates and friends.
Of course he himself insisted to stay home with him, to take care of him, since he cared way more about his beloved boyfriend than a silly party.
Nevertheless, he decided to grant Uruha his wish and went to have fun with the other males, even though his mind and heart kept still beside his beautiful lover.
The blonde had seemed strangely insistent to make him go away. That thought didn’t leave the brunette’s mind for a while.
Only when he entered their bedroom, later that night, and saw what a dirtily amazing sight Uruha had prepared for him, had everything become completely clear.
For the blonde was on his fours on the comfortable mattress, a frilly, light blue dress covering his lean body above his milky thighs. A generous amount of tender, flawless skin was exposed to Aoi’s wide eyes, before they met another barrier, represented by the white stand-ups which covered his lover’s long, slim legs.
Uruha’s hair was styled in soft, elegant curls; a perfect frame for those pouty, pink lips and those blinking innocent eyes, which were glued to the brunette’s startled ones.
The younger man purred sensually while biting on his bottom lip; and Aoi became sure that it was going to be one of the dirtiest, most blissful nights his boyfriend and he had ever spent together.
“Welcome home, master.”
With a feral growl and a hot feeling already starting to warm up in his belly, the older guitarist jumped on the bed like a hungry beast, just in front of his lo- maid’s eyes. He wasted no time getting rid of his shirt, and he was even quicker than Uruha to unbutton his pants. He grabbed a fistful of that honey blonde locks roughly, causing the other to whimper in delicious pain, and guided it towards his engorged, freed manhood. He shoved his hips even further; slipping the stiff shaft between the younger’s soft lips, groaning deeply at the warm feeling.
Without minding about Uruha’s poor throat, he shoved his cock in as far as he could, until he felt it jumping in the back of the blonde’s throat. The latter probably didn’t expect this, for he frowned and whimpered, resting his delicate hands on Aoi’s bare hips.
After a couple of seconds, the brunette began to pump into his lover’s mouth, still taking a tight grip on his hair, head thrown back in ecstasy. Long, deep moans left his full lips as he fucked the other’s deliciously warm, wet mouth without giving a damn if he was going to choke him. He set up a fast, savage rhythm, causing Uruha to whimper every time he shoved his cock down his throat.
It was Uruha who had offered all this to him, after all, and it was his right to take it how, where and when he wanted.
And besides…he knew far too well that the blonde adored it when he was rough with him. He had always been his maid, in a way.
“You little cock sucker,” he breathed out, a wicked smile forming on his sweaty face as he looked down at those big, chocolate brown eyes. “Yeah… You’ll get what you want.”
Uruha stared transfixed at him, plump lips wrapped tightly around the veined, hard flesh, the erotic sight arousing Aoi even more, if possible. It was all too dirty, too erotic.
It was a matter of seconds, and the older one felt the familiar heat boiling inside the lower part of his abdomen. He slipped out of Uruha’s mouth, the latter mewling at the loss. Aoi fiercely kept his head in place, though, while pumping himself fast in order to achieve a magnificent release.
The blonde’s soft, beautifully flushed cheeks, his full lips wet with his precum…
Suddenly it became really too much, and a large spurt of white, milky liquid left the brunette’s crimson dick; it trickled directly on Uruha’s face, the blonde moaning joyfully while his master’s body was still shivering.
It took some time for Aoi to stop groaning and re-open his eyes; his maid was still there, just where he had ordered him to stay; his beautiful, angelic face vulgarly debauched by pearly seed, smeared across his cheek and nose. And still the pretty little angel looked at him like nothing had happened, blinking innocently and yet erotically at him from under his long lashes.
How he was able to look so beautiful and elegant, and yet so dirty and slutty, Aoi was likely never to understand.
An angel with horns and a pointed tail.
Feeling himself growing instantly hard at the sight, the older pushed Uruha down on the mattress, moving aside to fetch something form the bedside table.
“On your fours, facing the headboard,” he commanded in a low, husky voice, licking his lips as he found the small, familiar object.
“Yes, master,” the blonde replied in a shaky, weak voice that only turned on his lover more. He did as Aoi had told him, supporting himself on his hands and knees.
The older guitarist discarded his pants and boxers somewhere on the floor before approaching the other menacingly, much like a feline hunter would do with its prey. Uruha grabbed tightly at the sheets as he felt the mattress behind him deepening, body shaking slightly in anticipation and desire.
The brunette pulled up the hem of the other guitarist’s feminine, dreamy dress and hummed when he noticed the white laced panties he was wearing. Smirking devilishly, he leaned in, taking a hold of them with his teeth before ripping them off fiercely, just like an animal.
“Oh!”
He discarded them, his malefic grin widening as he felt the other shaking beneath him, whether in fear or simple impatience, he couldn’t say. Probably both.
Aoi’s hands wandered across the milky, smooth skin of Uruha’s firm cheeks; the movement was gentle and slow, so gentle and slow that it resulted almost menacing.
As a matter of fact, the next second a loud smack was heard, followed by a tiny yell. And then another, and another one.
The older man looked satisfied only when he had hit Uruha’s calves enough to turn them a vivid red.
“Slut,” he growled, quickly smearing some of the lube onto his palm before coating all his big, painfully hard length with it. “That’s what you are, a slut.”
He took hold of the blonde’s fragile hips and positioned himself before sinking into the tight heat of his lover’s willing, yet unprepared body.
The man beneath him let out a long, long moan, a mix of deep bliss and undeniable pain.
It was all Aoi wanted to hear. It was all Aoi needed to hear; his lover groaning and sighing wantonly because of what he was giving him. He couldn’t remember the last time he had felt so aroused, so willing to dominate savagely the man he loved.
It was all thanks to Uruha. He had smarted out his fantasy even before the brunette had thought about it.
Feeling himself powerful and capable of doing anything, Aoi began to rock his strong hips back and forth, breathing out harshly as thick locks of black hair hit his lust-filled eyes. The blonde was moaning, sighing, humming as he arched his back in an elegant bow, the blue and white dress sticking to some parts to his sweaty body along with the stockings.
“You like this, huh?” The dark-haired man asked, pumping in the beautiful, slender body beneath him mercilessly, using quick strokes. “You like the feeling of your tight little ass being fucked by a meaty, hard cock, don’t you?” He hissed between clenched teeth, jerking even faster.
“Y-y-yes!” Uruha screamed, moving his body as much as he could in order to meet the other man’s thrust. “Yes, master! Oh, oh, master, this feels so-so- ah!”
His eyes widened as Aoi hit his hidden spot and he started to scream as loud as his lungs allowed him, seeking release desperately and yet not having the courage to ask the brunette to grant him it.
The older one growled, his breath coming out even sharply. Aware of the fact that they surely wouldn’t last much longer, he circled the honey blonde’s thin waist with a strong arm, his free hand coming to curl around his lover’s neglected, leaking member.
The room was almost steaming with passion, desire, and the smell of sex. It made Aoi feel dizzy; made his head spin and his pleasure grew so much that he felt his body unable to contain it anymore.
Uruha felt so amazing, so extraordinaire, so his.
Before he even knew it, he was releasing torrents of warm cum directly inside his boyfriend, eyes closed as he reached the peak with desperate groans. Despite the moment of blinding bliss, he didn’t forget to pleasure Uruha with his hand, and within seconds the latter’s body was shivering, and Aoi felt a sticky, hot substance moistening his hand.
Next thing he knew, he was lying on his back, his muscular chest raising and falling quickly. He was still too exhausted, his mind still obfuscated with the fog of pleasure to take notice of his beautiful lover cuddling against him. It took him about a minute to clearly feel the warm body pressed against his own. Turning his gaze to his side, he saw Uruha’s sleepy, tired yet absolutely satisfied face. There was still some cum on his cheek, and Aoi couldn’t help smiling. He then noticed the blonde’s pale hand with long, thin fingers sneaking beneath his dress, reaching for between his legs before it reappeared, slick and sticky with sperm.
The brunette stared transfixed at the younger man as the latter brought his fingers to his moist lips, licking at them slowly, sensually, obviously teasing him. The other guitarist imitated the vulgar gesture, humming in approval as he tasted Uruha.
He was surprised to notice though that the blonde had still the strength to climb on his lap, dress with loosened laces crumpled and hair unruly.
Savage and dirty; the version of Uruha which Aoi adore most.
Aoi adored, and loved, just and only Uruha, period.
“Happy birthday, master,” the younger whispered before leaning down to kiss the brunette’s lips lovingly.