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Title: Midnight
Chapter one shot
Author: SeannaBirchwood.livejournal.com
Genre: "fanfiction", fiction, yaoi, romance
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: sex, man on man,
Band: alice nine.
Characters: Hiroto, Shou [alice nine]
Pairings: Shou/Hiro
Pages: 3
Words: 1,212
Summary: It's almost midnight and Shou and Hiroto are up to naughty things.
disclaimer: just using the names, the personalities and story are all mine.This is a work of fiction, any connections between real life people, places, or events are entirely coincidental
Author's Note: Another fiction that has been removed from dA for violating policy regulations. I can understand this one, lol. Its old, therefore, so please excuse the writing.
and the rest of my stories here in a nice, neat archive:
http://seannabirchwood.deviantart.com/journal/27719349/
Hiroto pressed against Shou’s silken lips and a pierce tongue parted his own, eliciting a soft moan in the back of the younger’s throat. There was an immense pride in his position, stuck beneath the clothed singer; the hard nub of jean-trapped flesh was of his making. The knowledge of his power over Shou aroused him almost as much as the fair-haired man did.
A gasp came from Shou as he fought for air and Hiroto smiled, lowering his mouth to claim the singer’s neck. Shou groaned, his fingers entangling Hiroto’s tousled brown hair. He gave a quiet noise of protest as Shou forced his head up, but his annoyance swiftly melted away against the warmth of the singer’s kiss.
The guitarist’s fingers quickly undid Shou’s shirt, before he became lost in lustful stupor brought upon by the almost-blonde man’s erotic tongue. Hiroto pushed the button-up off the singer’s slender shoulders while fighting to keep himself somewhat grounded to the earth. He pulled a sharp breath into his lungs as his lips were released; he could feel Shou’s warm breath ghosting across his face. And then soft hands were sliding up his thighs, teasing an already painful bulge.
Hiroto whined, his hips jerking forward on their own accord, seeking more contact from his lover. “Shou;” he hated how whiny his voice slipped out, “you don’t have to tease…”
Shou smiled, speaking against Hiroto’s mouth. “But it’s so much hotter to see you so needy,” his was a low, sultry murmur. Just the tone alone sent shutters through his spine, along his aching shaft.
Why did he have to get the tease?
He huffed and tried to undo his own pants. Shou knocked his hands away with an evil-sexy grin while he removed Hiroto’s shirt. Hiroto bit his lip, looking up at the other man with an almost submissive appearance, suddenly regretting his choice of action that night. The almost-blonde tugged him into another more-heated kiss, and one of his hands played with the brunette’s tightening jeans.
“Shou-” and passionate lips swallowed his protests yet again. In cruel reply to his plea, the vocalist ground their hips together.
Through his cotton-like lust filled head, Hiroto knew such an action would not be repeated if his lover lost the sheath of his shaft. Slipping his nimble fingers down quickly, although why Shou would stop him from doing this, Hiroto didn’t know-but he wasn’t taking any chances. The button took him a frustratingly long time, relatively, but the sound of the zipper reaching its origin point reached his ears in a pleasant fashion.
A low sigh of relief escaped the singer’s throat as Hiroto tugged the jeans down, wishing he himself could have such satisfaction. Innocence because it had been long-gone ages ago, there was no nervousness apparent when Hiroto stripped his lover of his last garment of clothing, only familiarity.
It stung a little, to be fully clothed beneath his naked lover, whose large brown eyes shone lust down upon him instead of their usual incorruptibility. He lifted his head to at least recapture Shou’s lips, full and unmarred. To his utmost and bothered relief, his lover returned the kiss, hungrier than Hiroto could ever imagine, and started removing objects of clothing.
By this time, his chest was starting to rise and fall beyond his control and sweat began to glisten on the sides of his neck. Shou’s teeth had found the delicate skin around his nipples to be an interesting spot to tease, drawing mewls and soft cries from Hiroto’s throat, not quite bringing him to begging, but keeping him on the edge of lustful hysteria. His bottoms, both boxers and pants, had gone missing in between on heated exchange and another, freeing Hiroto from a constriction that had been slowly driving him insane.
When Shou pulled away from him, a shameful whine escaped from Hiroto at the loss of contact and he shivered, all at once feeling how chilly their room had become. The cold; however, did not make him any less drifty and lost to the world. His eyes lazily flicked to watch Shou uncapping a bottle and rubbing his hands together. A slow grin spread across Hiroto’s face: he was about to stop teasing and get into the real fun.
A deep groan spilled from his lips as a wet finger encircled him, swirling around inquisitively before curling, and, with changing shape, bringing him the smallest amount of pain. By the time the third finger was wetting down his burning heat, the pain had dulled to a forgettable level, leaving the brunette seeing white as his sweet spot, the heaven-spot, was brushed by the slender, nimble fingers.
Shou swallowed his cry in a mind-blowing kiss before oh-so-slowly removing his fingers, leaving Hiroto empty and needy, looking up at him with dark, hungry eyes. His body begged for attention, attention that, for once, Shou was not withholding from him. Hiroto braced himself as the near-blonde began to stretch his legs, easing his opening wider, preparing for the much-anticipated plunge.
Hiroto gritted his teeth, even with the slickness of it, against the burn that was present as Shou slowly buried himself within the brunette. Despite the pain, Hiroto’s eyes remained dark with lust. He had to force his hips to behave and stay still as they sought for friction. The man above him stopped as Hiroto became full, leaning down and kissing him, almost chastely compared to their earlier wild kisses. Hiroto’s hunger quickly passion-ized the touch, wanting more, burning with his want. The embrace of their lips left him breathless as Shou’s hips began to move in sync with his dominant tongue.
Hiroto’s head whirled and his vision flashed white as their dance increased his tempo. His hips rose to meet those of his lover, their quick breaths flitting across each other’s flushed face. Their eyes were locked, although whether each was seeing the other through their own personal la-la-land was another thing entirely. Sounds Hiroto would never otherwise make were escaping his throat, filling the room with their love. His face darkened to crimson if he wondered, with excitement, if their neighbours could hear them.
A torrent of emotions washed over him as he painted their snow-coloured stomachs white. He felt as if he truly were falling, plummeting from the edge. Weightlessness entered his body for a few precious moments before midnight reality began to sink into his tired body. Above him, he could tell his lover was close to his own glorious release.
Warmth, hotter than him, spread through him, dribbling down his thighs as Shou wearily rested his forehead on his chest, murmuring words that almost started bringing the brunette back to arousal. They laid there in the throes of their orgasms for an indefinite amount of time, listening to one another’s breathing, which took its time in calming. Shou’s head eventually lifted and he moved, flashing a sleepy smile while he cleaned the two of them up.
Hiroto nestled down in the warm bed, suddenly missing his Shou-comforter. Shou joined him after another moment, drawing the brunette in close to his bare body. The guitarist returned his sleepy smile with one of his own. The clock across from the bed glowed red, quarter to midnight.
Chapter one shot
Author: SeannaBirchwood.livejournal.com
Genre: "fanfiction", fiction, yaoi, romance
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: sex, man on man,
Band: alice nine.
Characters: Hiroto, Shou [alice nine]
Pairings: Shou/Hiro
Pages: 3
Words: 1,212
Summary: It's almost midnight and Shou and Hiroto are up to naughty things.
disclaimer: just using the names, the personalities and story are all mine.This is a work of fiction, any connections between real life people, places, or events are entirely coincidental
Author's Note: Another fiction that has been removed from dA for violating policy regulations. I can understand this one, lol. Its old, therefore, so please excuse the writing.
and the rest of my stories here in a nice, neat archive:
http://seannabirchwood.deviantart.com/journal/27719349/
Hiroto pressed against Shou’s silken lips and a pierce tongue parted his own, eliciting a soft moan in the back of the younger’s throat. There was an immense pride in his position, stuck beneath the clothed singer; the hard nub of jean-trapped flesh was of his making. The knowledge of his power over Shou aroused him almost as much as the fair-haired man did.
A gasp came from Shou as he fought for air and Hiroto smiled, lowering his mouth to claim the singer’s neck. Shou groaned, his fingers entangling Hiroto’s tousled brown hair. He gave a quiet noise of protest as Shou forced his head up, but his annoyance swiftly melted away against the warmth of the singer’s kiss.
The guitarist’s fingers quickly undid Shou’s shirt, before he became lost in lustful stupor brought upon by the almost-blonde man’s erotic tongue. Hiroto pushed the button-up off the singer’s slender shoulders while fighting to keep himself somewhat grounded to the earth. He pulled a sharp breath into his lungs as his lips were released; he could feel Shou’s warm breath ghosting across his face. And then soft hands were sliding up his thighs, teasing an already painful bulge.
Hiroto whined, his hips jerking forward on their own accord, seeking more contact from his lover. “Shou;” he hated how whiny his voice slipped out, “you don’t have to tease…”
Shou smiled, speaking against Hiroto’s mouth. “But it’s so much hotter to see you so needy,” his was a low, sultry murmur. Just the tone alone sent shutters through his spine, along his aching shaft.
Why did he have to get the tease?
He huffed and tried to undo his own pants. Shou knocked his hands away with an evil-sexy grin while he removed Hiroto’s shirt. Hiroto bit his lip, looking up at the other man with an almost submissive appearance, suddenly regretting his choice of action that night. The almost-blonde tugged him into another more-heated kiss, and one of his hands played with the brunette’s tightening jeans.
“Shou-” and passionate lips swallowed his protests yet again. In cruel reply to his plea, the vocalist ground their hips together.
Through his cotton-like lust filled head, Hiroto knew such an action would not be repeated if his lover lost the sheath of his shaft. Slipping his nimble fingers down quickly, although why Shou would stop him from doing this, Hiroto didn’t know-but he wasn’t taking any chances. The button took him a frustratingly long time, relatively, but the sound of the zipper reaching its origin point reached his ears in a pleasant fashion.
A low sigh of relief escaped the singer’s throat as Hiroto tugged the jeans down, wishing he himself could have such satisfaction. Innocence because it had been long-gone ages ago, there was no nervousness apparent when Hiroto stripped his lover of his last garment of clothing, only familiarity.
It stung a little, to be fully clothed beneath his naked lover, whose large brown eyes shone lust down upon him instead of their usual incorruptibility. He lifted his head to at least recapture Shou’s lips, full and unmarred. To his utmost and bothered relief, his lover returned the kiss, hungrier than Hiroto could ever imagine, and started removing objects of clothing.
By this time, his chest was starting to rise and fall beyond his control and sweat began to glisten on the sides of his neck. Shou’s teeth had found the delicate skin around his nipples to be an interesting spot to tease, drawing mewls and soft cries from Hiroto’s throat, not quite bringing him to begging, but keeping him on the edge of lustful hysteria. His bottoms, both boxers and pants, had gone missing in between on heated exchange and another, freeing Hiroto from a constriction that had been slowly driving him insane.
When Shou pulled away from him, a shameful whine escaped from Hiroto at the loss of contact and he shivered, all at once feeling how chilly their room had become. The cold; however, did not make him any less drifty and lost to the world. His eyes lazily flicked to watch Shou uncapping a bottle and rubbing his hands together. A slow grin spread across Hiroto’s face: he was about to stop teasing and get into the real fun.
A deep groan spilled from his lips as a wet finger encircled him, swirling around inquisitively before curling, and, with changing shape, bringing him the smallest amount of pain. By the time the third finger was wetting down his burning heat, the pain had dulled to a forgettable level, leaving the brunette seeing white as his sweet spot, the heaven-spot, was brushed by the slender, nimble fingers.
Shou swallowed his cry in a mind-blowing kiss before oh-so-slowly removing his fingers, leaving Hiroto empty and needy, looking up at him with dark, hungry eyes. His body begged for attention, attention that, for once, Shou was not withholding from him. Hiroto braced himself as the near-blonde began to stretch his legs, easing his opening wider, preparing for the much-anticipated plunge.
Hiroto gritted his teeth, even with the slickness of it, against the burn that was present as Shou slowly buried himself within the brunette. Despite the pain, Hiroto’s eyes remained dark with lust. He had to force his hips to behave and stay still as they sought for friction. The man above him stopped as Hiroto became full, leaning down and kissing him, almost chastely compared to their earlier wild kisses. Hiroto’s hunger quickly passion-ized the touch, wanting more, burning with his want. The embrace of their lips left him breathless as Shou’s hips began to move in sync with his dominant tongue.
Hiroto’s head whirled and his vision flashed white as their dance increased his tempo. His hips rose to meet those of his lover, their quick breaths flitting across each other’s flushed face. Their eyes were locked, although whether each was seeing the other through their own personal la-la-land was another thing entirely. Sounds Hiroto would never otherwise make were escaping his throat, filling the room with their love. His face darkened to crimson if he wondered, with excitement, if their neighbours could hear them.
A torrent of emotions washed over him as he painted their snow-coloured stomachs white. He felt as if he truly were falling, plummeting from the edge. Weightlessness entered his body for a few precious moments before midnight reality began to sink into his tired body. Above him, he could tell his lover was close to his own glorious release.
Warmth, hotter than him, spread through him, dribbling down his thighs as Shou wearily rested his forehead on his chest, murmuring words that almost started bringing the brunette back to arousal. They laid there in the throes of their orgasms for an indefinite amount of time, listening to one another’s breathing, which took its time in calming. Shou’s head eventually lifted and he moved, flashing a sleepy smile while he cleaned the two of them up.
Hiroto nestled down in the warm bed, suddenly missing his Shou-comforter. Shou joined him after another moment, drawing the brunette in close to his bare body. The guitarist returned his sleepy smile with one of his own. The clock across from the bed glowed red, quarter to midnight.