Title: Of Mornings (a drabble)
Author: rheak
Pairing: Kaoru/Toshiya (Dir en Grey)
Rating:R - NC-17ish for some mature/graphic situations
Summary: Sometimes Kaoru jokes and says, you love me only for my cock
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pinkucellphone Toshiya had a girlfriend once who said his dick is the best dick she’s had in her life. She developed a sort of obsession with it. Calling it her little one and stuff. It was sort of creepy.
Sometimes Toshiya asks himself if he’s not similar in how he loves Kaoru’s cock. He loves sucking it, riding it, feeling it deep inside, stroking it, nuzzling it with his nose and cheek. Brushing his hair over it and moving his tongue in slow slow circles on the top. It always drives Kaoru insane and he says baby, baby, baby, oh. He loves the brownish pink tinge it has, and that vein underneath, he loves how it always responds to him, always, always, always, without exception.
Sometimes Kaoru jokes and says, you love me only for my cock, but Kaoru is a dick and an ass (a rather delicious flat one at that, that he also loves fucking slowly while biting at his ear) but that’s not the reason and they both know. However love comes with handy and lovely accessories Toshiya has learned and yes, yes he loves Kaoru’s cock as well.
Sometimes in the morning Toshiya likes to comb his fingers through the black hair between Kaoru’s thighs and watch the way his knees move slowly. Kaoru smokes and the hair is wet, and Toshiya traces the short expanse of skin from his own face on Kaoru’s belly to his cock. Kaoru’s cock is spent and Toshiya just holds it in his hand, pulsing and warm and feels Kaoru’s hand splaying into his hair. Just like that. Kaoru moves his toes and the air smells of Marlboro and Toshiya smiles, hearing the sounds of Kaoru’s stomach.---