[Fanfic] - Freedom
After chatting to lauand the other day about how I never post little ficcy snippets, I had the good fortune of writing something in a sudden burst of creativity and decided to do as I said I would and post it. Naturally, it's a bit porny :)
Concrit is welcome, as always.
Fandom: Saiyuki (Gaiden)
Characters: It's a surprise ;)
Pairings: Kenren x ?
Warnings: NSFW! Also unbeta'd - all mistakes are mine!
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There are cushions under his back, scarlet silk and plum velvet, caressing his buttocks like greedy hands as he’s spread and finally taken. The sensation is almost too pure, too intense to take after so much teasing. He pants, wrapping his legs around Kenren’s waist for an angle that drives the breath from his lungs and tries to say something, anything, that will make him understand. Gripping the cushion above him Kenren leans into the unspoken invitation, opening his mouth as if to speak and -
- and he wakes up a writhing mess of hormones, need pounding through his veins, fingers groping for a figure no longer there. There are no thoughts of who he is, or what others might think; in between the dreaming world and the waking one there is a space of freedom, and in that space he gives in to himself, honestly and without reservation. Driven by what he craves, he rolls until his backside is in the air, spread for an invisible watcher as he gathers his own precome to smear around his entrance. Instinctively he seeks the places that in his dream had given him so much pleasure - face-down in his pillow the world is curtained away outside of his hair and he’s free, free to touch and to feel and be only himself.
Kenren would watch me do this he thinks, and doesn’t feel shock at thinking it, save for the clench of muscle around his fingers. He imagines Kenren’s hands are his own, sliding over his body to grasp his slippery cock and stroke him to the rhythm of his fingers. He feels his perspiration sliding over his skin and the oppressive humidity around his face from the pillow, but the dream is more real and chases away those thoughts in favour of heat and stretch and the wanton flex of hips. Openly panting into the cushions now, he imagines Kenren’s fingers have been replaced by his cock and drives his fingers in deeper, harder. Kenren would take me like this, he thinks, and moans long and low as orgasm threatens. The angle is difficult, but he drives into himself even harder, hearing his own noise and feeling not shame but elation and release rushing towards him. It’s imagining Kenren’s sex thickening and pulsing that sends him over the edge, screaming into the cushions as it goes on for far longer than usual.
Reality returns slowly, the illusion of a lover fading until the heat of the bed is merely his own. He lies there for a long time, not thinking and satisfied. One by one, memories of who is and what he is settle over him like veils until he is almost a different person entirely. The light filtering into his den is washed out and grey. Pre-dawn.
Gojun stares at it for a long time.
And decides to do something not like his waking self… he rolls over and leaves the world behind for a little longer.
x-posted as appropriate.
Concrit is welcome, as always.
Fandom: Saiyuki (Gaiden)
Characters: It's a surprise ;)
Pairings: Kenren x ?
Warnings: NSFW! Also unbeta'd - all mistakes are mine!
_______________________________________________________________________________________
There are cushions under his back, scarlet silk and plum velvet, caressing his buttocks like greedy hands as he’s spread and finally taken. The sensation is almost too pure, too intense to take after so much teasing. He pants, wrapping his legs around Kenren’s waist for an angle that drives the breath from his lungs and tries to say something, anything, that will make him understand. Gripping the cushion above him Kenren leans into the unspoken invitation, opening his mouth as if to speak and -
- and he wakes up a writhing mess of hormones, need pounding through his veins, fingers groping for a figure no longer there. There are no thoughts of who he is, or what others might think; in between the dreaming world and the waking one there is a space of freedom, and in that space he gives in to himself, honestly and without reservation. Driven by what he craves, he rolls until his backside is in the air, spread for an invisible watcher as he gathers his own precome to smear around his entrance. Instinctively he seeks the places that in his dream had given him so much pleasure - face-down in his pillow the world is curtained away outside of his hair and he’s free, free to touch and to feel and be only himself.
Kenren would watch me do this he thinks, and doesn’t feel shock at thinking it, save for the clench of muscle around his fingers. He imagines Kenren’s hands are his own, sliding over his body to grasp his slippery cock and stroke him to the rhythm of his fingers. He feels his perspiration sliding over his skin and the oppressive humidity around his face from the pillow, but the dream is more real and chases away those thoughts in favour of heat and stretch and the wanton flex of hips. Openly panting into the cushions now, he imagines Kenren’s fingers have been replaced by his cock and drives his fingers in deeper, harder. Kenren would take me like this, he thinks, and moans long and low as orgasm threatens. The angle is difficult, but he drives into himself even harder, hearing his own noise and feeling not shame but elation and release rushing towards him. It’s imagining Kenren’s sex thickening and pulsing that sends him over the edge, screaming into the cushions as it goes on for far longer than usual.
Reality returns slowly, the illusion of a lover fading until the heat of the bed is merely his own. He lies there for a long time, not thinking and satisfied. One by one, memories of who is and what he is settle over him like veils until he is almost a different person entirely. The light filtering into his den is washed out and grey. Pre-dawn.
Gojun stares at it for a long time.
And decides to do something not like his waking self… he rolls over and leaves the world behind for a little longer.
x-posted as appropriate.