Sharp Edge
Title: Sharp Edge
Author: Shattered Tenshi
Rating: NC-17
Fandom: JE
Genre: PWP/Smut
Pairing: Yokoo Wataru x Kitayama Hiromitsu
Warnings: Boys playing with swords.
Notes: Written for New Year Fic Anon Meme. Original prompt and thread here.
Sharp Edge
By Shattered Tenshi
Hiromitsu let out a small hiss as the tip of the katana almost touched his chest. He tried his best to stay still, but couldn't help but move the hands behind his back, feeling them get a little sore. His eyes followed the length of the katana before reaching the person who was holding it. Glaring right into the other's eyes, he growled, "Care to let me go now?"
Wataru chuckled in amusement, reaching forward just a little so the cool metal would give Hiromitsu a slight sting on his skin. "Why should I? You look pretty good over there to me." He wasn't lying. Hiromitsu tied up in a chair with his hands behind him, totally naked was a damn good sight to him. "You were the one who wanted to fight me. You lost, so I get to do whatever I want to do with you."
Stepping a little closer, Wataru flicked his wrist and moved the katana away for a moment before settling it back on the side of Hiromitsu's neck. "Did you have fun threatening me earlier on, putting the katana against my neck? You thought you were going to win, weren't you?" Wataru smirked. "Too bad, I'm the winner."
Hiromitsu just growled and turned his head away, not looking at Wataru. The other was amused though and just chuckled again. "Stubborn. I like that. That won't last though..." Wataru turned the katana around slightly and using the dull side of the blade, he started to trace patterns across Hiromitsu's bare chest. Every now and then, he would flick Hiromitsu's nipples teasingly.
"How do you like that?" Wataru asked with a grin.
Holding back a shiver, Hiromitsu grunted, "I don't like it. So stop doing this, damnit."
Wataru raised an eyebrow. "Oh really? You can't lie though..." His eyes fell on Hiromitsu's growing erection. "Your body is telling me otherwise." He paused before grinning wickedly. In slow motion, he moved the katana downwards until the cool metal tip was touching the tip of Hiromitsu's erection. "Tell me. What do you want me to do? You lost, but if you tell me something good, I may grant your wish." He used the cold blade to run along the side of Hiromitsu's hardness, of course, careful not to cut the other.
"Fuck," Hiromitsu was tempted to buck his hips, but knew better not to. "Yokoo, stop playing around! I'm going to kill you if you cut it off!"
Laughter was heard from Wataru. "Aww, you know I won't, Hiro." His eyes twinkled. "You know these things aren't that well made anyways. It's not capable of doing that." That didn't stop Wataru from continuing what he was doing though. "So, answer my question. What do you want me to do? Leave you alone? Touch you? Kiss you? Or...fuck you?" He whispered the last part huskily, lips turning into a lazy smirk.
"Damn you, Yokoo," Hiromitsu hissed. "Just fuck me, damnit!" His erection was starting to feel really strained and that cool metal against his sensitive skin wasn't helping at all.
Wataru chuckled and threw the katana away and stood in front of the chair, nudging Hiromitsu's legs apart so he could stand between them, as close as possible to the other. "Hiromitsu," he sang.
"..." Hiromitsu glared at Wataru. "Fine," he spat out. "Wataru, fuck me!"
"Gladly." Wataru stuck two of his own fingers into his own mouth and started to wet them generously. He then leaned closer to Hiromitsu, noses almost touching before shoving one finger right into Hiromitsu's puckered hole without any warning.
Hiromitsu let out a low groan. "Damnit, Wataru, give me a warning at least!"
"Surprises are fun though?" Wataru replied innocently. "Besides, tell me how you want me to fuck you." Before Hiromitsu could complain, he continued, "I'll ride you later on if you tell me."
Hiromitsu's eyebrow twitched, but at the same time, his erection had reacted to those words as well. He struggled inwardly for a moment before hissing out, "Hard. Fast."
Wataru grinned. "Mh, I like that." He pushed a second finger into Hiromitsu, curling his long fingers inside the other, snickering when he heard the sounds Hiromitsu was making. One hand reached towards the back and started to untie Hiromitsu from the chair. "It'll be much easier on the ground then."
The moment Hiromitsu was untied, he grabbed Wataru and crashed their lips together as they stumbled on to the ground together. "Fuck you, Wataru."
"Later," Wataru replied without missing a beat and pulling his fingers out of the other. "Now, on your back or on all four, Hiro?"
Hiromitsu decided to respond by action and rolled them around so he was beneath Wataru. "Slam into me," he growled.
Wataru swallowed and let out a low grown himself, Hiromitsu's words having a great effect on him. "You get ready then." Hand reaching between them to fist Hiromitsu's hardness, he slammed into the other at the same time, just like how Hiromitsu had requested.
No time was given to Hiromitsu for him to get used to it at all. Hiromitsu was scratching Wataru's back with his nails, but Wataru didn't care. Hiromitsu felt too tight around him, and he just kept on thrusting deeper into the other each time if possible.
"More, harder...!" Hiromitsu cried out.
"Hiro," Wataru growled, moving as fast, as hard as he could to satisfy both their needs.
Hiromitsu was the first to come, pleasure splattering all over his own abdomen and Wataru's hand. Feeling Hiromitsu spasm around him, less than two seconds later, Wataru was coming into Hiromitsu, his mouth slack open from the overwhelming sensations of the orgasm.
A while later, after Wataru had pulled out of Hiromitsu and the two of them were just lying around the ground, recovering, Hiromitsu asked, "You didn't break that katana, did you?" Wataru had just threw it away somewhere after all. "We still need that for tomorrow's show."
"I'm sure it doesn't break that easily."
"...you're sure?" Hiromitsu narrowed his eyes at Wataru. "I don't want to get blamed by staff members tomorrow. We don't have a lot of extras."
Wataru just shrugged. "Stop worrying so much, Hiro." He then grinned. "You enjoyed it though, right?"
Hiromitsu's cheeks turned red. "Shut up." He stopped for a moment. "Oi, you promised to ride me!" He tried to get up, but froze and groaned instead. He was going to have a hard time during tomorrow's show.
"You're sure you can handle it?" Wataru snickered. "Besides, I never said it was today," he sang playfully.
"Oi!"
Wataru grinned and leaned over to press a kiss on Hiromitsu's lips. "You lose again, Hiro."
Author's Notes: I decided it was about time to 'fess up, lol. Written at 6 in the morning, caught a few grammar mistakes that I made, but other than that, I didn't change much just because I can't be bothered to. =.= Wataru-muse loves me for this, but Hiro-muse wants to kick me. 8D; And Taisuke-muse is whining for being left alone.
I don't write like this often. More like never!? =O I'm not sure. Then again, I feel like it's been a while since I wrote actual PWP anyways, and I never really got a chance to write this style with the plots I have going on in my fics X3; Probably that's why.
This is my first time writing actual YoMitsu though! That's not part of OT3! =O My epic angst one-shots-series would be second since I finished YoMitsu's part last night. X3; (That doesn't count as completely OT3, even though Taisuke is part of that screwed up relationship. >| Really, I can count it as my second YoMitsu. >>'') ...I'm going off topic.
Excuse the crappy title. I've never been good with titles.
Anyways, comments are love and appreciated~
Author: Shattered Tenshi
Rating: NC-17
Fandom: JE
Genre: PWP/Smut
Pairing: Yokoo Wataru x Kitayama Hiromitsu
Warnings: Boys playing with swords.
Notes: Written for New Year Fic Anon Meme. Original prompt and thread here.
Sharp Edge
By Shattered Tenshi
Hiromitsu let out a small hiss as the tip of the katana almost touched his chest. He tried his best to stay still, but couldn't help but move the hands behind his back, feeling them get a little sore. His eyes followed the length of the katana before reaching the person who was holding it. Glaring right into the other's eyes, he growled, "Care to let me go now?"
Wataru chuckled in amusement, reaching forward just a little so the cool metal would give Hiromitsu a slight sting on his skin. "Why should I? You look pretty good over there to me." He wasn't lying. Hiromitsu tied up in a chair with his hands behind him, totally naked was a damn good sight to him. "You were the one who wanted to fight me. You lost, so I get to do whatever I want to do with you."
Stepping a little closer, Wataru flicked his wrist and moved the katana away for a moment before settling it back on the side of Hiromitsu's neck. "Did you have fun threatening me earlier on, putting the katana against my neck? You thought you were going to win, weren't you?" Wataru smirked. "Too bad, I'm the winner."
Hiromitsu just growled and turned his head away, not looking at Wataru. The other was amused though and just chuckled again. "Stubborn. I like that. That won't last though..." Wataru turned the katana around slightly and using the dull side of the blade, he started to trace patterns across Hiromitsu's bare chest. Every now and then, he would flick Hiromitsu's nipples teasingly.
"How do you like that?" Wataru asked with a grin.
Holding back a shiver, Hiromitsu grunted, "I don't like it. So stop doing this, damnit."
Wataru raised an eyebrow. "Oh really? You can't lie though..." His eyes fell on Hiromitsu's growing erection. "Your body is telling me otherwise." He paused before grinning wickedly. In slow motion, he moved the katana downwards until the cool metal tip was touching the tip of Hiromitsu's erection. "Tell me. What do you want me to do? You lost, but if you tell me something good, I may grant your wish." He used the cold blade to run along the side of Hiromitsu's hardness, of course, careful not to cut the other.
"Fuck," Hiromitsu was tempted to buck his hips, but knew better not to. "Yokoo, stop playing around! I'm going to kill you if you cut it off!"
Laughter was heard from Wataru. "Aww, you know I won't, Hiro." His eyes twinkled. "You know these things aren't that well made anyways. It's not capable of doing that." That didn't stop Wataru from continuing what he was doing though. "So, answer my question. What do you want me to do? Leave you alone? Touch you? Kiss you? Or...fuck you?" He whispered the last part huskily, lips turning into a lazy smirk.
"Damn you, Yokoo," Hiromitsu hissed. "Just fuck me, damnit!" His erection was starting to feel really strained and that cool metal against his sensitive skin wasn't helping at all.
Wataru chuckled and threw the katana away and stood in front of the chair, nudging Hiromitsu's legs apart so he could stand between them, as close as possible to the other. "Hiromitsu," he sang.
"..." Hiromitsu glared at Wataru. "Fine," he spat out. "Wataru, fuck me!"
"Gladly." Wataru stuck two of his own fingers into his own mouth and started to wet them generously. He then leaned closer to Hiromitsu, noses almost touching before shoving one finger right into Hiromitsu's puckered hole without any warning.
Hiromitsu let out a low groan. "Damnit, Wataru, give me a warning at least!"
"Surprises are fun though?" Wataru replied innocently. "Besides, tell me how you want me to fuck you." Before Hiromitsu could complain, he continued, "I'll ride you later on if you tell me."
Hiromitsu's eyebrow twitched, but at the same time, his erection had reacted to those words as well. He struggled inwardly for a moment before hissing out, "Hard. Fast."
Wataru grinned. "Mh, I like that." He pushed a second finger into Hiromitsu, curling his long fingers inside the other, snickering when he heard the sounds Hiromitsu was making. One hand reached towards the back and started to untie Hiromitsu from the chair. "It'll be much easier on the ground then."
The moment Hiromitsu was untied, he grabbed Wataru and crashed their lips together as they stumbled on to the ground together. "Fuck you, Wataru."
"Later," Wataru replied without missing a beat and pulling his fingers out of the other. "Now, on your back or on all four, Hiro?"
Hiromitsu decided to respond by action and rolled them around so he was beneath Wataru. "Slam into me," he growled.
Wataru swallowed and let out a low grown himself, Hiromitsu's words having a great effect on him. "You get ready then." Hand reaching between them to fist Hiromitsu's hardness, he slammed into the other at the same time, just like how Hiromitsu had requested.
No time was given to Hiromitsu for him to get used to it at all. Hiromitsu was scratching Wataru's back with his nails, but Wataru didn't care. Hiromitsu felt too tight around him, and he just kept on thrusting deeper into the other each time if possible.
"More, harder...!" Hiromitsu cried out.
"Hiro," Wataru growled, moving as fast, as hard as he could to satisfy both their needs.
Hiromitsu was the first to come, pleasure splattering all over his own abdomen and Wataru's hand. Feeling Hiromitsu spasm around him, less than two seconds later, Wataru was coming into Hiromitsu, his mouth slack open from the overwhelming sensations of the orgasm.
A while later, after Wataru had pulled out of Hiromitsu and the two of them were just lying around the ground, recovering, Hiromitsu asked, "You didn't break that katana, did you?" Wataru had just threw it away somewhere after all. "We still need that for tomorrow's show."
"I'm sure it doesn't break that easily."
"...you're sure?" Hiromitsu narrowed his eyes at Wataru. "I don't want to get blamed by staff members tomorrow. We don't have a lot of extras."
Wataru just shrugged. "Stop worrying so much, Hiro." He then grinned. "You enjoyed it though, right?"
Hiromitsu's cheeks turned red. "Shut up." He stopped for a moment. "Oi, you promised to ride me!" He tried to get up, but froze and groaned instead. He was going to have a hard time during tomorrow's show.
"You're sure you can handle it?" Wataru snickered. "Besides, I never said it was today," he sang playfully.
"Oi!"
Wataru grinned and leaned over to press a kiss on Hiromitsu's lips. "You lose again, Hiro."
Author's Notes: I decided it was about time to 'fess up, lol. Written at 6 in the morning, caught a few grammar mistakes that I made, but other than that, I didn't change much just because I can't be bothered to. =.= Wataru-muse loves me for this, but Hiro-muse wants to kick me. 8D; And Taisuke-muse is whining for being left alone.
I don't write like this often. More like never!? =O I'm not sure. Then again, I feel like it's been a while since I wrote actual PWP anyways, and I never really got a chance to write this style with the plots I have going on in my fics X3; Probably that's why.
This is my first time writing actual YoMitsu though! That's not part of OT3! =O My epic angst one-shots-series would be second since I finished YoMitsu's part last night. X3; (That doesn't count as completely OT3, even though Taisuke is part of that screwed up relationship. >| Really, I can count it as my second YoMitsu. >>'') ...I'm going off topic.
Excuse the crappy title. I've never been good with titles.
Anyways, comments are love and appreciated~