Fic: Two (porny) DouWata Drabbles
Title: none
Fandom/Pairing: xxxHolic, Doumeki/Watanuki
Rating: NC-17
Type: pwp
A/n: Pictures included :3
Drabble #1
The first time Watanuki takes Doumeki's cock into his mouth, he nearly chokes himself on it. In hindsight, the image his mind projects of the taller man stifling noises of pleasure low in his throat and stilling his hips while at the same time trying to ascertain that his lover is alright (and terrified that he was going to stop)-it's enough to make him laugh quietly to himself.
But at the moment, Watanuki is more embarrassed than anything, and as usual-fakes anger to cover that up. He braces a hand against Doumeki's hip and pushes himself back, face twisting as he prepares to scream about-something-but Doumeki had had it with that routine a long time ago and yanks him back by the leg.
"Doumeki-I can't-"
"I'll show you."
Watanuki freezes at his sex-roughened voice, which is heavy and jagged even when they aren't tangled together on Doumeki's bed, boiling in damp summer heat. Huge hands take his thighs and-Doumeki moves slowly, carefully as he spreads his lips around Watanuki's swollen head (he's never done this before either, after all). Tongues the slit a little.
He pulls off with a small, wet plop. "See…just go…slow."
Watanuki whines as Doumeki sucks a finger into his mouth and ghosts the wet tip down his perineum.
Drabble #2
His shirt kept getting in the way, caught between their bodies as Doumeki pushed up into him. It was just an annoying, rhythmic flap until a button was pressed tight between Watanuki's sac and the other teenager's groin. Doumeki hissed and his thrusting stuttered, prompting Watanuki's impatient, whining grown. He shoved the fabric up Watanuki's stomach and continued on.
Then, after Watanuki had come, Doumeki took his hand away to hold him high on his thighs and piston in and out, growling as his own climax loomed-the shirt struck again, sticking its tail to Watanuki's scrotum, pasted in place by his drying come.
Watanuki didn't even think. Boneless from his first climax, twitching from aftershocks and being driven steadily higher by the cock in his oversensitive ass-he snatched the shirt and fumbled the cloth into his mouth with weak fingers. A moment later he sucked at it desperately, muffling a cry as Doumeki stroked his prostate with a wild thrust.
"Wata-" Doumeki hissed, neck straining as he pressed his head into the floor, tightening his grip on Watanuki's legs to bruising force and spraying hot wetness into him. "-nu…ki…"
The smaller man bit viciously into his mouthful as he came again hard enough to leave his elbows shaking. His hands slipped in his own mess, and his sudden weight on Doumeki's chest made him grunt.
Doumeki ran a single, huge hand up his back beneath his shirt, running a finger over his leg as he exhaled noisily through his nose.
posted to doumekiwatanuki
Fandom/Pairing: xxxHolic, Doumeki/Watanuki
Rating: NC-17
Type: pwp
A/n: Pictures included :3
Drabble #1
The first time Watanuki takes Doumeki's cock into his mouth, he nearly chokes himself on it. In hindsight, the image his mind projects of the taller man stifling noises of pleasure low in his throat and stilling his hips while at the same time trying to ascertain that his lover is alright (and terrified that he was going to stop)-it's enough to make him laugh quietly to himself.
But at the moment, Watanuki is more embarrassed than anything, and as usual-fakes anger to cover that up. He braces a hand against Doumeki's hip and pushes himself back, face twisting as he prepares to scream about-something-but Doumeki had had it with that routine a long time ago and yanks him back by the leg.
"Doumeki-I can't-"
"I'll show you."
Watanuki freezes at his sex-roughened voice, which is heavy and jagged even when they aren't tangled together on Doumeki's bed, boiling in damp summer heat. Huge hands take his thighs and-Doumeki moves slowly, carefully as he spreads his lips around Watanuki's swollen head (he's never done this before either, after all). Tongues the slit a little.
He pulls off with a small, wet plop. "See…just go…slow."
Watanuki whines as Doumeki sucks a finger into his mouth and ghosts the wet tip down his perineum.
Drabble #2
His shirt kept getting in the way, caught between their bodies as Doumeki pushed up into him. It was just an annoying, rhythmic flap until a button was pressed tight between Watanuki's sac and the other teenager's groin. Doumeki hissed and his thrusting stuttered, prompting Watanuki's impatient, whining grown. He shoved the fabric up Watanuki's stomach and continued on.
Then, after Watanuki had come, Doumeki took his hand away to hold him high on his thighs and piston in and out, growling as his own climax loomed-the shirt struck again, sticking its tail to Watanuki's scrotum, pasted in place by his drying come.
Watanuki didn't even think. Boneless from his first climax, twitching from aftershocks and being driven steadily higher by the cock in his oversensitive ass-he snatched the shirt and fumbled the cloth into his mouth with weak fingers. A moment later he sucked at it desperately, muffling a cry as Doumeki stroked his prostate with a wild thrust.
"Wata-" Doumeki hissed, neck straining as he pressed his head into the floor, tightening his grip on Watanuki's legs to bruising force and spraying hot wetness into him. "-nu…ki…"
The smaller man bit viciously into his mouthful as he came again hard enough to leave his elbows shaking. His hands slipped in his own mess, and his sudden weight on Doumeki's chest made him grunt.
Doumeki ran a single, huge hand up his back beneath his shirt, running a finger over his leg as he exhaled noisily through his nose.
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