Speechless - One-shot [The Gazette - Reita/Ruki (Akira/Takanori)]
Title: Speechless
Author: shir0ukun
Rating: NC17
Genre: Smut | Romance
Chapter: One-shot
Warnings: MxM sex
Band[s]: The GazettE
Pairing[s]: Reita/Ruki (Akira/Takanori)
Synopsis: “Let’s make you speechless, shall we?” With a swift movement Akira tugged Takanori’s boxers down, swallowing the head of his length with ease. Takanori threw his head back harshly at the sudden pleasure, and his grip within his hands tightened painfully.
Comments: My first smutty one-shot in ages, and to all my readers, I’m extremely sorry for the lack of updates recently! :x Life has been such an ass and Gintama has been distracting me from writing. [: Excuses, I know. :x Onto the fic itself, I wrote this a couple of days ago but I’ve been so lazy to beta it, but it’s finally done! Enjoy, and inspirations from the YAOI anime: Hey, Class President!
Akira threw the damp rag in his hand down as he huffed in frustration. Boiling with utter irritation, he flopped himself down on the couch and crossed his arms harshly. Takanori had been annoying him the entire morning with relentless orders. After dating for five years, they’d decided to buy an apartment and live out on their own. Forking out the money was tedious enough in such an economy, and now that they’ve successfully moved in, Akira had to face the horror of chores.
Having lived with his parents until a day ago, Akira was a spoilt child in many different ways. Even at the age of twenty-three, he couldn’t manage even as much as taking out the laundry. It was understood that surviving in the wilds all alone would prove to be an arduous task to Akira, yet Takanori still insisted on him helping out with the tiring cleaning.
You’ve got to learn to be independent, Akira, was his reasoning, but frankly speaking, Akira could give a shit about being independent. If it wasn’t for the pitiful whining from Akira, Takanori would have made Akira clean the floor and wash the laundry. The taller blonde sighed and threaded his fingers through his hair.
“Hey, Akira?” Takanori called from the bedroom, “You done with the windows? Great, now get your ass in here and help me with the sheets.”
Akira groaned aloud before pushing himself off the couch. He dragged his feet reluctantly against the floor and leaned lazily against the door frame. The sheets were tangled on the bed, and Takanori was having trouble attempting to pull them tout.
“… Stop orderin’ me around, Taka…” Akira grumbled, receiving a scowl in return.
“Stop complainin’, Akira. Count yourself lucky that you needn’t have to scrub the damn floor.”
Akira rolled his eyes but didn’t proceed to help. To say that he was exhausted was an understatement, and unconsciously he allowed his attention to fall on Ruki working the sheets.
The short blonde was in his boxers with a simple shirt covering his top. The casual outfit had made it easier for him to move around, and especially for ventilation when it started to get warm earlier in the afternoon. Akira blanked out for a moment, before something grave occurred to him.
Fuck, we haven’t been doin’ it.
Now that he’d remembered, Akira realized that it had been almost two weeks since they last made love to each other. Both of them had gotten so hectic in the last fourteen days planning for their house moving that they’d forgotten all about their sexual desires. Akira worried his thumb nail as he continued to study his lover.
Come to think of it, Takanori had adopted a short fuse a couple of days prior to their house moving. Akira had been confused as to how the younger would snap at miniscule things and start a conflict with almost everyone. He’d thought that Takanori was simply having one of those days, but it seems that he was wrong.
Takanori turned his back on Akira and continued to untangle the sheets. Akira cracked a grin as he felt the excitement within him grow. This opportunity’s too good to miss.
Taking on the form of a ravenous tiger, Akira pounced almost instantly on Takanori, knocking both of them onto the bed. With the younger’s guard still down, Akira gripped both Takanori’s hands firmly in his and placed them on top of the former’s head. Akira straddled Takanori’s hips easily as they ended up in the pile of tangled sheets.
“W-what the hell are you doin’, Akira?!” Takanori snapped in irritation when he finally registered the position they were in.
“We haven’t been havin’ sex, Taka.”
“So?” Takanori averted his gaze when he realized what all this was about.
“So I’m gona make love to you now.”
“This isn’t the time, Aki-” Akira stifled the statement as his lips landed on Takanori’s. The contact sent electrifying currents through both their nervous systems, having deprived of such intimate contact for half a month. Akira pulled away slightly as he stared into Takanori’s orbs.
“You want it too, don’t you?” Takanori blushed and looked away swiftly. Akira smiled when he knew he’d hit the nail, and he closed in the distance for another kiss.
With their lips in contact once more, Akira closed his eyes and let the feeling of his lover’s lips overcome him. His sense of touch had become more powerful now that his vision stood down, and he started to feel an ache in between his thighs. Almost as if on cue, Takanori cracked open his lips slightly, allowing Akira’s skilful tongue to slip between the opening. Their tongues touched and swiveled fervently against each other, both desperate for contact as they tore at each other. The moans elicited from the arousing contact were swallowed by the passionate kiss, and as the sun set steadily below the horizon, the sexual beasts within the lovers emerged from the depths.
“A-Aki…” Takanori panted heavily at the sexual tension in their new room. The saliva from the kiss clung to their chins as their lips parted, and Takanori whimpered when Akira grinded against his clothed erection.
“Say it, Taka…” Akira placed a fleeting kiss on Takanori’s neck as he pressed for the sensual words he wanted to hear from his lover’s very own voice. He breathed heavily against the sensitive skin on Takanori’s neck, and all he could hear now was desperate moans from Takanori.
Feeling his own desire building up steadily, Akira’s hand sneaked down to cup Takanori’s groin firmly. Rubbing in agonizingly slow strokes, Takanori bucked his hips up in surprise and curled his toes painfully. He was already rock hard from Akira’s teasing, and all he needed to do now was to voice out what Akira wanted to hear.
“I… I want you, Akira. Do… do it to me, please…” Takanori’s voice was barely audible from the teasing touch to his erection, but to Akira, it was already enough.
“There’s only a thin layer of fabric separating my hand, and your cock…” Akira nibbled Takanori’s ear lobe as the younger trembled, “Shall I take it off?”
Takanori knew Akira was dragging it out on purpose, and he wanted to just rip his boxers off and feel Akira inside him.
“Yes… Akira…”
Akira smirked, but didn’t make a move to strip Takanori of the annoying piece of clothing. Instead, he took off his shirt, revealing his naked torso, before skillfully tying Takanori’s hands to the headboard. Now that he was immobile, Akira decided that this was where the real fun starts.
Akira straddled Takanori’s hips once more, ravishing his lover with his lustful glances. Takanori’s face was flushed a deep red, his lips slightly swollen- a sign that he had been biting back his moans. Giving a disapproving shake of the head, Akira’s fingers touched Takanori’s lips lightly, trailing the plump lips as the latter darted his tongue out to lick at the digit. Smiling in satisfaction, Akira pushed his lover’s shirt upwards slowly, exposing bit by bit of the milky skin to his view.
With the shirt now pushed all the way up, Akira’s index landed first on Takanori’s adam’s apple, before slowly moving down to where the latter’s nipple was. Akira rolled the sensitive flesh between his thumb and index, leaning down to place a long lick. A moan escaped before Takanori could help it, and he had only himself to blame for being so sensitive.
“Don’t hold back your voice, Taka…” Akira took Takanori’s nipple between his lips and sucked harshly, with the latter fisting his hand into a ball. Alternating between sucking and licking, Akira only pulled away when the abused flesh was red and standing at attention.
Laying gentle kisses down from chest to abdomen, Takanori arched his back when Akira licked the skin just before the hem of his boxers- another erogenous part of his. Smiling to himself, Akira placed another teasing lick on Takanori’s crotch through the fabric, sensing his lover’s thigh muscles contract in surprise.
“A… Akira… you… big bully…”
Akira could only smirk at how aroused and desperate his lover has become, simply from a few licks and touches. But he didn’t plan on torturing the younger anymore, at least for now.
“Let’s make you speechless, shall we?” With a swift movement Akira tugged Takanori’s boxers down, swallowing the head of his length with ease. Takanori threw his head back harshly at the sudden pleasure, and his grip within his hands tightened painfully.
Akira played his cards well, stimulating Takanori’s most sensitive part with his tongue. Swirling his tongue around the head and occasionally pulling at the skin, Akira observed as Takanori broke out into whimpers and pants, arching his back off the bed and curling his toes in pleasure. Takanori tugged with all the force he had at the fabric binding him to the headboard, desperately wanting to start touching himself and finishing the job.
The electrifying pleasure started building up swiftly with every swirl of the tongue from Akira, and Takanori moaned pathetically in wait for the familiar tensing of his muscles. Sensing the change in Takanori’s reactions, Akira knew he was near his climax, and his hands came up to stroke the base of his lover’s length firmly.
At the contact, Takanori suppressed a whimper as his muscles started contracting one after another, and his moans became louder and ever more often. He was so close now. He wanted even more contact, he needed even more stimulation.
“A-Akira… I…” Spasms shot through his body like wave currents before he could finish his sentence, and Takanori stifled a scream as he reached his climax. The white liquid shot into the back of Akira’s throat, wave by wave, until Takanori’s length went limp in the former’s hand.
Panting in exhaustion, Takanori met Akira’s lips with his as they shared a tangled kiss. He gave a satisfied groan when he tasted himself in his lover’s mouth, and his tied wrists were starting to burn. Akira pulled away before staring into Takanori’s eyes once more.
“… Right… Now let’s get to work, lazy ass.”
Takanori gestured for Akira to untie his hands, only to have his body pushed flat against the bed by once more.
“Hold up, Taka. You were satisfied, not me,” Akira smirked as dark realization dawned on his lover’s face, “I made you speechless this time.”
Akira leaned in.
“Next time… I’ll make you breathless.”