ficlet = Amato Discord CxR NC17
Title: Amato Discord
Author: Seraphim Grace
For clueless_psycho
Feedback: Always appreciated and replied to.
Rating: 18
Series: Weiss Kreuz
Pairings: CxR
Warnings: smut, smut and more smut. Total PWP
Notes: inspired/plot (such as it is)nicked from the FMA doujinshi of the same name by GD Mechano. unbetaed, and written in the same room as my mum (facing her - so it's all her fault it's not as detailed as it normally is)
The rain was thick, sheeting and sharp as needles. “In here,” Crawford said taking Ran by the arm and leading him into the thin alleyway. He swung him around and pressed him against the wall, kissing him as people walked by with their heads down under their umbrellas. The rain was lancing and icy cold and he could taste it on Ran’s skin as he kissed him. Ran always kissed like a dying man. He pressed his face against Crawford’s as hard as he could, pushing his tongue against Crawford’s and letting Crawford tilt his face up to plunder his mouth with his own tongue in response. Ran loved to kiss and Crawford indulged him.
Quick fingers found Ran’s coat, the buttons of his shirt and pushed them back away from his young lover, a quick jerk undid his button fly and as he kissed Ran he undressed him until he stood there naked in the rain. His skin was white and rapidly cooling in the rain, but Ran didn’t seem to care.
“Completely naked?” Ran asked.
“I want to see.” Crawford answered calmly and returned to kissing his now kiss swollen lips, licking them with his tongue, biting him with his teeth.
Crawford pressed Ran against the wall, lifting his quickly chilling skin as his fingers, slick with Vaseline and rain pressed against him, “standing up?” Ran asked against his mouth, pressing his cheek against his as he rubbed his face up to take Crawford’s ear lobe into his mouth, between his teeth, biting down every time that Crawford thrust his fingers.
“Wall as leverage,” Crawford told him and then started to suck on Ran’s neck, hard enough that he knew he’d leave a mark. Sometimes Ran complained but sometimes, like now, he wanted more, his thigh around Crawford’s hip, his entire body pressing down to the fingers that opened him, his nakedness protected from the passers-by by the folds of Crawford’s duster.
Ran grabbed the front of Crawford’s shirt pulling it up out of his trousers and resting his cool hands on the warm well of the small of Crawford’s back. “Am I the only one to get naked?” Ran asked, his nails scratching the hot skin, down into the crease of his ass where the sweat pooled.
“It’s raining,” Crawford told him and then arranging Ran’s other thigh about his other hip, so that he supported both of their weights, he undid his fly and used more of the Vaseline to slick himself and pressed inside. Ran was hot and tight and chill and cool and fire and ice and Crawford pushed in as far as he could.
“Ah,” Ran said.
“Am I hurting you?” Crawford asked as he waited until Ran adjusted, he had stretched him thoroughly, it shouldn’t hurt him. Ran didn’t feel tense.
“The wall.” Ran was using the wall against his shoulders as leverage so Crawford adjusted his grip unto the perfect curve of Ran’s ass and began to thrust.
Ran’s skin was chill and he was so hot inside that Crawford thought he might go mad, the slight pain of Ran’s shoulders grazing the wall was causing him to gasp and rock, bringing him closer to the edge, to quiet him Crawford returned to kissing him.
Crawford could get drunk on Ran’s kisses and the way he rocked his hips up to meet his thrusts, trying to push him further and further as he gasped and grunted into Crawford’s mouth.
It didn’t take long, Ran came from the friction of his cock against the soft cashmere of Crawford’s sweater and the sight and muffled sound was enough to bring Crawford just after.
After he caught his breath, his arms around Crawford’s back under his coat, his face pressed against the curve of Crawford’s neck, he slowly unfolded himself, slipping from Crawford’s softening cock and quickly dressed himself. “Next time,” he said and kissed Crawford again, savouring the kiss as he used a cloth handkerchief from his trouser pocket to clean the stain on Crawford’s sweater. “We go to a hotel.”
Author: Seraphim Grace
For clueless_psycho
Feedback: Always appreciated and replied to.
Rating: 18
Series: Weiss Kreuz
Pairings: CxR
Warnings: smut, smut and more smut. Total PWP
Notes: inspired/plot (such as it is)nicked from the FMA doujinshi of the same name by GD Mechano. unbetaed, and written in the same room as my mum (facing her - so it's all her fault it's not as detailed as it normally is)
The rain was thick, sheeting and sharp as needles. “In here,” Crawford said taking Ran by the arm and leading him into the thin alleyway. He swung him around and pressed him against the wall, kissing him as people walked by with their heads down under their umbrellas. The rain was lancing and icy cold and he could taste it on Ran’s skin as he kissed him. Ran always kissed like a dying man. He pressed his face against Crawford’s as hard as he could, pushing his tongue against Crawford’s and letting Crawford tilt his face up to plunder his mouth with his own tongue in response. Ran loved to kiss and Crawford indulged him.
Quick fingers found Ran’s coat, the buttons of his shirt and pushed them back away from his young lover, a quick jerk undid his button fly and as he kissed Ran he undressed him until he stood there naked in the rain. His skin was white and rapidly cooling in the rain, but Ran didn’t seem to care.
“Completely naked?” Ran asked.
“I want to see.” Crawford answered calmly and returned to kissing his now kiss swollen lips, licking them with his tongue, biting him with his teeth.
Crawford pressed Ran against the wall, lifting his quickly chilling skin as his fingers, slick with Vaseline and rain pressed against him, “standing up?” Ran asked against his mouth, pressing his cheek against his as he rubbed his face up to take Crawford’s ear lobe into his mouth, between his teeth, biting down every time that Crawford thrust his fingers.
“Wall as leverage,” Crawford told him and then started to suck on Ran’s neck, hard enough that he knew he’d leave a mark. Sometimes Ran complained but sometimes, like now, he wanted more, his thigh around Crawford’s hip, his entire body pressing down to the fingers that opened him, his nakedness protected from the passers-by by the folds of Crawford’s duster.
Ran grabbed the front of Crawford’s shirt pulling it up out of his trousers and resting his cool hands on the warm well of the small of Crawford’s back. “Am I the only one to get naked?” Ran asked, his nails scratching the hot skin, down into the crease of his ass where the sweat pooled.
“It’s raining,” Crawford told him and then arranging Ran’s other thigh about his other hip, so that he supported both of their weights, he undid his fly and used more of the Vaseline to slick himself and pressed inside. Ran was hot and tight and chill and cool and fire and ice and Crawford pushed in as far as he could.
“Ah,” Ran said.
“Am I hurting you?” Crawford asked as he waited until Ran adjusted, he had stretched him thoroughly, it shouldn’t hurt him. Ran didn’t feel tense.
“The wall.” Ran was using the wall against his shoulders as leverage so Crawford adjusted his grip unto the perfect curve of Ran’s ass and began to thrust.
Ran’s skin was chill and he was so hot inside that Crawford thought he might go mad, the slight pain of Ran’s shoulders grazing the wall was causing him to gasp and rock, bringing him closer to the edge, to quiet him Crawford returned to kissing him.
Crawford could get drunk on Ran’s kisses and the way he rocked his hips up to meet his thrusts, trying to push him further and further as he gasped and grunted into Crawford’s mouth.
It didn’t take long, Ran came from the friction of his cock against the soft cashmere of Crawford’s sweater and the sight and muffled sound was enough to bring Crawford just after.
After he caught his breath, his arms around Crawford’s back under his coat, his face pressed against the curve of Crawford’s neck, he slowly unfolded himself, slipping from Crawford’s softening cock and quickly dressed himself. “Next time,” he said and kissed Crawford again, savouring the kiss as he used a cloth handkerchief from his trouser pocket to clean the stain on Crawford’s sweater. “We go to a hotel.”