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Title: Crystals
Pairing: ReitaxRuki
Genre: Smut
Warnings: manxman sex...duh!
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: sadly, they do NOT belong to me
written for rei_cookies b-day
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"Shit," I moan, dropping into a chair. "This heat is killing me."
"When did they say someone was coming to fix the air?" I ask, not opening my eyes.
I know it's not his fault, but the heat is making me cranky.
Putting both of us on edge.
"I'm not sure. They said some time this week."
Stiffling a groan, I crack open my eyes.
About to protest that I may not make it thru the week.
But the sight in front of me steals my breath away.
Leaving me completely speachless.
Reita's standing there, shirt tossed carelessly over one shoulder.
He's holding out a glass, filled almost to the top.
"Here, this might help," and I find the glass of iced water thrust in front of my face.
"Thanks," I sigh, eyes closing as I hold the cold glass against my forehead before moving it to my lips.
Letting the cold liquid slide down my throat.
I open my eyes again when I feel Reita moving away.
Watching the muscles move under the bare skin of his back as he makes his way into the kitchen.
Call it a guilty pleasure.
Or my secret obsession.
Even tho it's not much of a secret.
Especially when he walks back into the room a moment later and I'm still staring.
Acting as if he doesn't notice my eyes following him, he settles into the chair almost across from me.
Holding onto his own glass of ice water.
I watch, mesmerized, as he fishes out a chunk of the frozen liquid.
Fingers placing it between his lips so he can suck it into his mouth.
Closing his eyes as I had done to savor the cold.
I take another drink, finding my own mouth suddenly very dry.
Then his fingers are back at his lips, taking the cube back out.
He moves it to the skin right under his ear.
Tilting his head.
Slowly trailing the cold along his jaw.
His eyes still closed.
I whimper, my own eyes following a melted drop as it makes it's way down his throat.
His skin glistening in the wetness left behind.
I have this almost uncontrollable urge to trace its path with my tongue.
I notice his hand is still moving.
Slowly running the cold from ear to ear, then back again.
Leaving even more of the cool liquid glistening like crystals against his skin.
He stops at his chin.
Tilting his head back farther as he runs the ice down the column of his throat.
Making a wider path than the drops had.
His hand continues, moving down his chest.
Leaving a wet trail in its wake.
Stopping at the waistband of his pants.
I stiffle a groan as a shiver runs thru my body.
Wondering if he knows how damn sexy he looks right now.
His fingers move back to his lips.
Drawing my eyes along with them.
He places what's left of the ice back in his mouth.
Sucking on his fingers.
I see the smirk on those lips as he lets his fingers fall away.
Realizing that the show is on purpose.
He knows what he's doing.
And he knows exactly what it's doing to me.
"You're not helping," I growl as he lets his eyes drift open, meeting mine.
"No?" he smiles. "Maybe I should try something else then."
Setting his glass on the table between us, he slowly stands.
Coming around to stand in front of me, he takes the glass from my fingers.
Holding his other hand out to me.
I take it even tho I'm suspicious.
That smirk is still on his lips and there is definately -something- dancing in his eyes.
Mischief maybe?
He pulls me to my feet.
Leading me around to an open spot on the floor.
"Sit," he instructs as he gently applies pressure to my shoulder.
"What are you up to?" I ask as I make myself more comfortable on the floor.
"You'll see," he grins, settling down next to me.
That's when I notice the glass still in his other hand.
I narrow my eyes as he fishes out another cube.
Placing the glass nearby, he pops the ice into his mouth.
Leaning closer, he runs his tongue along my jaw.
The ice in his mouth giving me a hint of chill.
I shiver for real when his fingers, still wet and cold from the ice, slip under my shirt.
Running lightly up my chest.
He fastens his lips on my earlobe, sucking it into his mouth as his fingers find my nipples.
"Reita," I gasp at the twin sensations.
Pulling back, he smiles at me.
"Cold enough for ya?" he asks, sticking the ice cube out at me.
"You are an evil man," I say, trying to bite back the laugh threatening to spill from my lips.
He makes a noise as his hands move back to the hem of my shirt.
Gripping handfulls of the fabric, he lifts.
I raise my arms so he can pull the fabric over my head.
He tosses it aside and reaches again for the glass.
"Whatever you're thinking," I start only to have him cut me off.
"You want to cool off. I'm trying to help you out."
He stops me from saying anything else by pressing his lips against mine.
Leaning in closer I lick at his lips, wanting more from him.
I moan as his tongue darts past mine, delving into my mouth.
I make a different kind of sound when Reita brings a piece of ice against my skin.
Lightly tracing my spine with it.
Making me arch even closer to him.
The cold at my back rivaling the heat of his mouth.
'Is it possible to be too hot and too cold?' half of my brain wonders.
The other half is too lost in the wonderful sensations brought on by my lover.
He gently presses me back until I'm lying on the floor.
Giving me a calculating look before his hands move to my pants.
Quickly sliding the material down my legs.
Shedding his in the next second.
He hovers over me, eyes practically glowing, before moving back in.
His mouth leaving a wet, slightly chilly path down my neck.
The blond moves his hand.
Bringing ice along my outer thigh.
Running it from my knee to my hip.
All the while his mouth is moving down my chest.
"Dammit Reita. That's cold," I scold him as another shiver engulfs my body.
"That's the point," he laughs against my stomach.
I can't suppress the giggle as he slides his tongue around my navel before dipping it in.
"You are NOT gonna stick ice.." I start.
Only to have him cut me off.
"Of course not. It'd melt too fast to do any good anyway," he grins up at me.
"You're a smart ass. You know that, right?" I growl at him.
His only answer is to slide an already slick finger inside me.
'When did he get the lube?' I want to ask, only I'm too busy moaning to speak.
The first finger is quickly joined by a second and a third.
"You make the sexiest damn noises," he murmurs before claiming my lips again.
I groan into his mouth as I move my hips.
Impaling myself further onto his fingers.
As wonderful as those long fingers feel, I want more.
I nip at his lower lip as he starts to pull back from the kiss.
"You want to play rough?" he grins down at me.
"As long as you start playing NOW," I answer.
His smirk is my only warning.
Before I can say another word he's driving into me.
My hiss of pain-pleasure melding with his groan.
He gives me a moment to adjust.
And then he starts moving.
Slowly pulling most of the way out before slamming back in.
At the pace he's setting, I know neither of us will last long.
I reach between us.
Wrapping my fingers around my own erection.
Trying to keep time with Reita's thrusts.
Almost as if we'd planned it, he throws his head back as I scream.
He collapses on top of me, his face seeking me neck.
Nuzzling.
I bring my hands to his back.
Gently caressing his heated skin.
As I let my head slip to the side, I catch sight of the forgotten glass.
Ice all but melted.
Smirking, I pretend to stretch.
Reaching carefully towards it.
My fingers slip around the cool, smooth surface just as he rolls onto his side.
Luckliy for me, it's the same side as the glass.
I try to give him my most innocent smile.
"I love you," he smiles down at me.
Making me hesitate.
Do I really want to dump water on his head?
I answer a second later.
Sitting up, I pour the whole glass over him.
"I love you too," I say as I scramble away.
Laughing like mad, I stop and turn around.
Reita's looking at me thru his wet hair.
A shocked look on his face.
"Ya know, babe, you look pretty good like that."
"Yeah, right," he scoffs.
"No really. Maybe you should do a 'shoot like that."
"Only if I can play with a sledgehammer, too."
~~
A/N: Ya know...I was proofreading this when I realized I NEVER actually used Ruki's name *snickers*
Pairing: ReitaxRuki
Genre: Smut
Warnings: manxman sex...duh!
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: sadly, they do NOT belong to me
written for rei_cookies b-day
~~
"Shit," I moan, dropping into a chair. "This heat is killing me."
"When did they say someone was coming to fix the air?" I ask, not opening my eyes.
I know it's not his fault, but the heat is making me cranky.
Putting both of us on edge.
"I'm not sure. They said some time this week."
Stiffling a groan, I crack open my eyes.
About to protest that I may not make it thru the week.
But the sight in front of me steals my breath away.
Leaving me completely speachless.
Reita's standing there, shirt tossed carelessly over one shoulder.
He's holding out a glass, filled almost to the top.
"Here, this might help," and I find the glass of iced water thrust in front of my face.
"Thanks," I sigh, eyes closing as I hold the cold glass against my forehead before moving it to my lips.
Letting the cold liquid slide down my throat.
I open my eyes again when I feel Reita moving away.
Watching the muscles move under the bare skin of his back as he makes his way into the kitchen.
Call it a guilty pleasure.
Or my secret obsession.
Even tho it's not much of a secret.
Especially when he walks back into the room a moment later and I'm still staring.
Acting as if he doesn't notice my eyes following him, he settles into the chair almost across from me.
Holding onto his own glass of ice water.
I watch, mesmerized, as he fishes out a chunk of the frozen liquid.
Fingers placing it between his lips so he can suck it into his mouth.
Closing his eyes as I had done to savor the cold.
I take another drink, finding my own mouth suddenly very dry.
Then his fingers are back at his lips, taking the cube back out.
He moves it to the skin right under his ear.
Tilting his head.
Slowly trailing the cold along his jaw.
His eyes still closed.
I whimper, my own eyes following a melted drop as it makes it's way down his throat.
His skin glistening in the wetness left behind.
I have this almost uncontrollable urge to trace its path with my tongue.
I notice his hand is still moving.
Slowly running the cold from ear to ear, then back again.
Leaving even more of the cool liquid glistening like crystals against his skin.
He stops at his chin.
Tilting his head back farther as he runs the ice down the column of his throat.
Making a wider path than the drops had.
His hand continues, moving down his chest.
Leaving a wet trail in its wake.
Stopping at the waistband of his pants.
I stiffle a groan as a shiver runs thru my body.
Wondering if he knows how damn sexy he looks right now.
His fingers move back to his lips.
Drawing my eyes along with them.
He places what's left of the ice back in his mouth.
Sucking on his fingers.
I see the smirk on those lips as he lets his fingers fall away.
Realizing that the show is on purpose.
He knows what he's doing.
And he knows exactly what it's doing to me.
"You're not helping," I growl as he lets his eyes drift open, meeting mine.
"No?" he smiles. "Maybe I should try something else then."
Setting his glass on the table between us, he slowly stands.
Coming around to stand in front of me, he takes the glass from my fingers.
Holding his other hand out to me.
I take it even tho I'm suspicious.
That smirk is still on his lips and there is definately -something- dancing in his eyes.
Mischief maybe?
He pulls me to my feet.
Leading me around to an open spot on the floor.
"Sit," he instructs as he gently applies pressure to my shoulder.
"What are you up to?" I ask as I make myself more comfortable on the floor.
"You'll see," he grins, settling down next to me.
That's when I notice the glass still in his other hand.
I narrow my eyes as he fishes out another cube.
Placing the glass nearby, he pops the ice into his mouth.
Leaning closer, he runs his tongue along my jaw.
The ice in his mouth giving me a hint of chill.
I shiver for real when his fingers, still wet and cold from the ice, slip under my shirt.
Running lightly up my chest.
He fastens his lips on my earlobe, sucking it into his mouth as his fingers find my nipples.
"Reita," I gasp at the twin sensations.
Pulling back, he smiles at me.
"Cold enough for ya?" he asks, sticking the ice cube out at me.
"You are an evil man," I say, trying to bite back the laugh threatening to spill from my lips.
He makes a noise as his hands move back to the hem of my shirt.
Gripping handfulls of the fabric, he lifts.
I raise my arms so he can pull the fabric over my head.
He tosses it aside and reaches again for the glass.
"Whatever you're thinking," I start only to have him cut me off.
"You want to cool off. I'm trying to help you out."
He stops me from saying anything else by pressing his lips against mine.
Leaning in closer I lick at his lips, wanting more from him.
I moan as his tongue darts past mine, delving into my mouth.
I make a different kind of sound when Reita brings a piece of ice against my skin.
Lightly tracing my spine with it.
Making me arch even closer to him.
The cold at my back rivaling the heat of his mouth.
'Is it possible to be too hot and too cold?' half of my brain wonders.
The other half is too lost in the wonderful sensations brought on by my lover.
He gently presses me back until I'm lying on the floor.
Giving me a calculating look before his hands move to my pants.
Quickly sliding the material down my legs.
Shedding his in the next second.
He hovers over me, eyes practically glowing, before moving back in.
His mouth leaving a wet, slightly chilly path down my neck.
The blond moves his hand.
Bringing ice along my outer thigh.
Running it from my knee to my hip.
All the while his mouth is moving down my chest.
"Dammit Reita. That's cold," I scold him as another shiver engulfs my body.
"That's the point," he laughs against my stomach.
I can't suppress the giggle as he slides his tongue around my navel before dipping it in.
"You are NOT gonna stick ice.." I start.
Only to have him cut me off.
"Of course not. It'd melt too fast to do any good anyway," he grins up at me.
"You're a smart ass. You know that, right?" I growl at him.
His only answer is to slide an already slick finger inside me.
'When did he get the lube?' I want to ask, only I'm too busy moaning to speak.
The first finger is quickly joined by a second and a third.
"You make the sexiest damn noises," he murmurs before claiming my lips again.
I groan into his mouth as I move my hips.
Impaling myself further onto his fingers.
As wonderful as those long fingers feel, I want more.
I nip at his lower lip as he starts to pull back from the kiss.
"You want to play rough?" he grins down at me.
"As long as you start playing NOW," I answer.
His smirk is my only warning.
Before I can say another word he's driving into me.
My hiss of pain-pleasure melding with his groan.
He gives me a moment to adjust.
And then he starts moving.
Slowly pulling most of the way out before slamming back in.
At the pace he's setting, I know neither of us will last long.
I reach between us.
Wrapping my fingers around my own erection.
Trying to keep time with Reita's thrusts.
Almost as if we'd planned it, he throws his head back as I scream.
He collapses on top of me, his face seeking me neck.
Nuzzling.
I bring my hands to his back.
Gently caressing his heated skin.
As I let my head slip to the side, I catch sight of the forgotten glass.
Ice all but melted.
Smirking, I pretend to stretch.
Reaching carefully towards it.
My fingers slip around the cool, smooth surface just as he rolls onto his side.
Luckliy for me, it's the same side as the glass.
I try to give him my most innocent smile.
"I love you," he smiles down at me.
Making me hesitate.
Do I really want to dump water on his head?
I answer a second later.
Sitting up, I pour the whole glass over him.
"I love you too," I say as I scramble away.
Laughing like mad, I stop and turn around.
Reita's looking at me thru his wet hair.
A shocked look on his face.
"Ya know, babe, you look pretty good like that."
"Yeah, right," he scoffs.
"No really. Maybe you should do a 'shoot like that."
"Only if I can play with a sledgehammer, too."
~~
A/N: Ya know...I was proofreading this when I realized I NEVER actually used Ruki's name *snickers*