Slave for a Night -oneshot- DiexShinya
Title: Slave for a Night
Author:
piyokolove
Genre: Slave/Master
Bands/Pairings: Dir en Grey = Die/Shinya
Disclaimer: Neither of these fine men are mine
Chapters: oneshot
Warnings: male/male, kissing, master/slave, oral
Rating: R? [not too good with ratings yet]
Summary: "Do you want more Master Daisuke?"
Comment: Stick me in the tiniest town in Arkansas for a week, and a string of fanfics is what you get. Like always comments and tips greatly appreciated.
Shinya, not so hard." Die breathed as Shinya took hold of his nipple between his front teeth and let his tongue slid slowly over the hard pink nub. He loosened his grip and flicked his tongue over it one last time only to release it so he could give attention to the neglected nipple.
Die took a handful of Shinya's silky brown hair into his hand and let it slid and fall through fingers as Shinya moved further down his stomach, nipping lightly at Die's flesh, leaving sloppy rows of love bites on his skin.
"Do you want more Master Daisuke?" Shinya asked, a soft pout pushing at his lower lip, and his eyes gleamed up at the gutiarist. Die swallowed hard, trying to recollect himself.
"Strip for me. Slowly." His tone was strict and level, though buried deep in that sentence was love. Shinya knew it, and that was the only reason he was here now.
The slim drummer stood up from the edge of the bed and slid his hands up his stomach, pulling the shirt up with them. They then traveled back down, the shirt falling with them. Then he gathered the fabric of his shirt in his hands and pulled slowly up his sides, his head disappearing for a brief second before he removed the shirt completely. It was quickly discarded into a dark corner, where it would stay until the morning.
Die marveled at Shinya's soft, flat stomach, his hairless chest, and the way his satin brown hair spilled over his shoulders. While taking all of this in he could feel the bulge in his boxers increase. Die swallowed again and his eyes were directed down at Shinya's jeans. "Take them off. Now." He demanded as he leaned forward, causing the bed to squeak in protest.
Shinya obliged, more than happily, and his long, slim fingers began undoing the silver button. When he reached down for the zipper Die cleared his throat rather loudly, and Shinya stopped, though not daring to look up at the guitarist.
Eventhough he wasn't looking at him, he could hear him slide off of the bed and walk over toward him, his steps slow. He then kneelt down infront of him and looked up at the drummer with a sly grin. "Let me help you with that my pet."
The older man took the zipper in his teeth and slid it down slowly, making Shinya squirm. It was always Die who was squirming, not the other way around.
In one quick movement Die yanked down Shinya's pant's, exposing soft thighs and a half covered ass. Die slid a hand down a thigh, digging his nails in, though careful not t hurt the younger man. Shinya groaned at the touch, and pushed into it, but Die quickly removed his hand, not giving Shinya such satisfaction.
Both hands slid along Shinya's thighs up to the top of his underwear, and he hooked his thumbs into the waistband before removing them with ease.
Die leaned forward to plant a kiss on Shinya's stomach just above his bellybutton. He made a small line down to his pelvis, and finally down to his crotch.
"I love you Die." The drummer moaned as Die's tongue swirled over the head of his stiff member. Die slid Shinya deeper into his mouth, sucking lightly before pulling off, resulting in a louder moan from the blonde.
"Tsk tsk.. It's Master Die to you." He spoke in his master's tone before wrapping one hand around the base of Shinya's weeping member, and taking the rest into his mouth.
Author:
piyokolove
Genre: Slave/Master
Bands/Pairings: Dir en Grey = Die/Shinya
Disclaimer: Neither of these fine men are mine
Chapters: oneshot
Warnings: male/male, kissing, master/slave, oral
Rating: R? [not too good with ratings yet]
Summary: "Do you want more Master Daisuke?"
Comment: Stick me in the tiniest town in Arkansas for a week, and a string of fanfics is what you get. Like always comments and tips greatly appreciated.
Shinya, not so hard." Die breathed as Shinya took hold of his nipple between his front teeth and let his tongue slid slowly over the hard pink nub. He loosened his grip and flicked his tongue over it one last time only to release it so he could give attention to the neglected nipple.
Die took a handful of Shinya's silky brown hair into his hand and let it slid and fall through fingers as Shinya moved further down his stomach, nipping lightly at Die's flesh, leaving sloppy rows of love bites on his skin.
"Do you want more Master Daisuke?" Shinya asked, a soft pout pushing at his lower lip, and his eyes gleamed up at the gutiarist. Die swallowed hard, trying to recollect himself.
"Strip for me. Slowly." His tone was strict and level, though buried deep in that sentence was love. Shinya knew it, and that was the only reason he was here now.
The slim drummer stood up from the edge of the bed and slid his hands up his stomach, pulling the shirt up with them. They then traveled back down, the shirt falling with them. Then he gathered the fabric of his shirt in his hands and pulled slowly up his sides, his head disappearing for a brief second before he removed the shirt completely. It was quickly discarded into a dark corner, where it would stay until the morning.
Die marveled at Shinya's soft, flat stomach, his hairless chest, and the way his satin brown hair spilled over his shoulders. While taking all of this in he could feel the bulge in his boxers increase. Die swallowed again and his eyes were directed down at Shinya's jeans. "Take them off. Now." He demanded as he leaned forward, causing the bed to squeak in protest.
Shinya obliged, more than happily, and his long, slim fingers began undoing the silver button. When he reached down for the zipper Die cleared his throat rather loudly, and Shinya stopped, though not daring to look up at the guitarist.
Eventhough he wasn't looking at him, he could hear him slide off of the bed and walk over toward him, his steps slow. He then kneelt down infront of him and looked up at the drummer with a sly grin. "Let me help you with that my pet."
The older man took the zipper in his teeth and slid it down slowly, making Shinya squirm. It was always Die who was squirming, not the other way around.
In one quick movement Die yanked down Shinya's pant's, exposing soft thighs and a half covered ass. Die slid a hand down a thigh, digging his nails in, though careful not t hurt the younger man. Shinya groaned at the touch, and pushed into it, but Die quickly removed his hand, not giving Shinya such satisfaction.
Both hands slid along Shinya's thighs up to the top of his underwear, and he hooked his thumbs into the waistband before removing them with ease.
Die leaned forward to plant a kiss on Shinya's stomach just above his bellybutton. He made a small line down to his pelvis, and finally down to his crotch.
"I love you Die." The drummer moaned as Die's tongue swirled over the head of his stiff member. Die slid Shinya deeper into his mouth, sucking lightly before pulling off, resulting in a louder moan from the blonde.
"Tsk tsk.. It's Master Die to you." He spoke in his master's tone before wrapping one hand around the base of Shinya's weeping member, and taking the rest into his mouth.