[Fanfiction - The GazettE] Blind Romance Uruha/Aoi Part 5 (A)
Title: Blind Romance
Chapter: 5(a)/ 10
Author: sorrowofanangel
Genre: Romance, supernatural, thriller, sex etc.
Band: The GazettE
Pairing(s): Uruha x Aoi, Aoi x Uruha
WARNINGS: Boy x Boy relationships, sex, language, child abandonment, etc.
Rating: NC-17
Synopsis: "When there's no one to love you, you can always count on a stranger . . . But what happens once they've become someone you love?"
Notes: Now then . . . who's up for some shower smex?? *evil grin*
*
“Has she gone yet?”
Aoi watched eagerly through a slit in his blinds, watching the woman he had christened “Ultimate Bitch of the Year” amble her way to the small vehicle sat in the drive,
“Not... yet.” Aoi said slowly, pulling the blind down a bit more to see clearer, though from his bedroom window he had the whole street in view,
“God’s sake...” Aoi tutted after a few more minutes - she’d only just inserted her key into the door, “Even getting out of my life seems a useless task for her -“
“- You love her really.” Uruha murmured, and Aoi felt his warm hands envelope his waist, Aoi’s now clothed back pressing against his smooth chest,
“No, Uru.” Aoi frowned, tapping his foot impatiently as he watched the car door open... very... slowly, “I hate her with a fucking passion.”
“Tsk, tsk, tsk.” Uruha tutted into his ear, “Language...”
Aoi sighed, “You’d do well to replace her.”
Uruha breathed out heavily, “Now that would be disturbing... you’d be sleeping with your own mother.”
Aoi cringed, wriggling out of his grasp, “Eww!!! Uruha! Eww, eww, eww!!”
Uruha chuckled once, before grabbing Aoi back again, pressing their lips together, hard.
They kissed harshly a few times, and Aoi found himself backing towards the window,
“Good job I’m just a stranger huh?” Uruha moaned, and Aoi felt the blinds brush his shoulder,
“Uruha, stop!! She can see from down there you know!!”
Aoi struggled to push him away, laughing as Uruha tried to tickle him. He writhed and squirmed, begging Uruha to stop while trying uselessly to throw him away, gasping for breath,
“Uru... you’re going to be... in BIG trouble!” Aoi chuckled so hard his stomach hurt, and he let out a squeal when Uruha bent over to wrestle him to the ground,
“URUHA!!” Aoi gasped as Uruha’s head slammed into his stomach and the two fell to the floor with a hard bump, Aoi catching his backside against his bedside table.
Despite the searing agony and harsh sting of a carpet burn on his elbow, Aoi couldn’t stop laughing, and he thumped a fist against the ground.
Uruha was laughing too, and it seemed all the blood had rushed to his head when he sat on top of Aoi, his face as red as a strawberry,
“Who says I’m not irresistible now??” Uruha sat there for a moment, catching his breath while Aoi finished the remaining giggle lingering on his lips; Uruha jigging up and down as Aoi’s stomach reverberated.
They soon quietened though when a familiar engine roared nearby, and Aoi already had his lips pursed when Uruha leaned forward to kiss him, silently congratulating their victory.
So it came as a surprise when Uruha pulled back suddenly, and Aoi moaned, trying to pull him forward again by his shoulders.
Uruha was wrinkling his nose and Aoi sat up,
“What? What’s wrong?”
“Sorry, Aoi, it’s just -“ Uruha cleared his throat, “You umm smell... slightly.”
“Smell?” Aoi blinked, and then raised his arm.
No need to inhale - a strong wave of sweat hit his nostrils; so much they almost stung,
“God, I need a shower!” Aoi moaned, and only now did he just notice how sticky he was from head to toe.
In his embarrassment, he’d jumped up suddenly, almost throwing Uruha back onto the floor,
“Hey, hey, hey.” Aoi felt his wrist being pulled back, and he turned to find Uruha sporting a wry smile,
“Room for two?”
*
Aoi couldn’t help but frown when he looked at the small square shower sitting in the corner of his upstairs bathroom,
“Are you sure both of us can get in there?” Aoi said over his shoulder, hearing Uruha returning with the pair of towels, slumping them against the closed toilet lid.
He came to stand beside Aoi, draping an arm over his shoulders, “Well, there’s only one way to find out.”
“How?” Aoi asked stupidly, and had to gasp for breath as Uruha suddenly pinned him against the sink, raunchily kissing him until Aoi was leaning so far back, his head met the mirror. The swift action had sent an ache searing down Aoi’s spine, and he grunted underneath Uruha’s lips; still, that did little to stop the blonde.
Uruha’s hands trailed down Aoi’s loose night shirt, and almost immediately, Aoi felt his nipples harden as the cold air swept over his bare flesh. Still, Uruha was persistent, slipping it over Aoi’s shoulders and letting it fall over his arms down to the floor, pooling at Aoi’s ankles.
Aoi couldn’t tell how fast his lips were moving; if fast enough. Uruha was like lightning, kissing Aoi as though they were never going to see each other again, his hands running over every inch of Aoi’s torso - not missing a single patch of skin,
“Uru.” Aoi gasped, feeling his belt buckle being tugged at, Uruha working the buckle with expert hands, getting faster and faster in his movements, his kisses getting harsher.
Aoi suddenly felt uncomfortable, and moved his hands from around Uruha’s waist to push at his lover’s shoulders,
“Uru, wait you’re going too fast -“
The kisses against Aoi’s neck came to stop and Uruha’s blonde head popped up, looking at Aoi sideways, regarding his flushed cheeks, his shaky breathing,
“Oh...” Uruha scratched his head, smiling meekly with apology, “I guess I got a bit too excited.”
Aoi laughed weakly, and had to hold his breath as Uruha stepped forward again, gently this time, and cupped his face with tender hands, their lips brushing twice before they finally entwined.
The calmness didn’t last long however; once they were engaged deep in the kiss, Uruha had gotten rougher, harsher, something that Aoi had never seen of him before. Last night he had been so gentle and tender, now he’d become this... this... erotic monster.
Perhaps that should have been a turn-on. For some reason, it only made Aoi more uncomfortable and he found himself pushing Uruha away again as they were stepping closer to the shower, Uruha in control of the direction of travel,
“Don’t, Uruha... stop!” Aoi cried between kisses and eventually he wriggled out of Uruha’s grasp; the same way he had two days ago on the landing, and walked shakily to the other side of the room,
“Aoi?” he heard Uruha’s concerned voice behind him, “I’m sorry, did I hurt you? Did you hit something?”
“No.” Flustered, Aoi ran his hand over his face, his back aching as a reminder, “It’s just... it’s too fast. Way, way too fast.”
Uruha’s shoulders relaxed and he glanced almost guiltily to Aoi’s belt now lying askew on the bathroom tiles,
“But last night Aoi you were fine.” he murmured, bringing his head up again, “Did I do something? Have I done something to make you upset?”
“No.” Aoi said again, leaning against a dressing gown hanging up on the hook of the door, the soft fabric calming his heated cheeks, “I think we’re rushing into things -“
“- Rushing?” Uruha blinked, and it wasn’t long before he was soon at Aoi’s side, taking hold of his hand, “What do you mean?”
Aoi sank into the dressing gown, uneasiness getting the better of him the more Uruha stared.
Aoi had never been in love before, nor had he ever had an unbelievable attraction to anyone; not even the gorgeous models you see on TV.
So he had no idea what he was supposed to feel, let alone what to do with it,
“Aoi?” Uruha probed, giving his hand a squeeze, “Come on, what is it?”
Aoi hesitated, biting on his lip, eventually deciding if he doesn’t tell Uruha now, he’ll only have to grit his teeth and bear it.
Despite his lack of knowledge, Aoi definitely knew that was not the way to go about a relationship,
“Uruha... do you think we’re going too fast?”
“Fast?” Uruha blinked, “Sorry, Aoi, I though passion was all about getting hot and doing it at an incredible speed. I just thought it would be interesting if I -“
“- No.” Aoi silenced him with a hand, “Not that. I mean...” his eyes swept Uruha up and down, “... Us.”
Uruha’s hand retracted, soon falling to his side, “Ah, that.” he murmured,
“Uruha, I’d never been happier when you told me that you loved me last night but...” Aoi watched sadly as Uruha sat shakily on the side of the bathtub, “B-But... we’ve only known each other for a couple of days. Doesn’t love take months?”
A male relationship was something Aoi needed. He’d realised that for years, and he’d always thought that Ruki, Kai and Reita were the substitutes for that. They gave him friendship... but none of them were Uruha. None of them could provide Aoi with the same comfort Aoi felt when he was around the blonde.
And that’s why Aoi was terrified of going too fast; rushing things. He didn’t want this, whatever it was with Uruha, to end.
The blonde’s head rose, “You told me you loved me back.”
“I was upset.” Aoi mumbled, “I’d just come out of a nightmare, Uruha, and I needed some... some reassurance, of course I was going to say those things.”
Aoi knelt down in front of him; he didn’t want Uruha to take this the wrong way. Aoi was incredibly attracted to him, even more than the first night they’d spent together but at this rate, Aoi felt used. The demand for sex, the over-kissing, Uruha touching him almost all the time. Of course Aoi understood the emotional attachment to a partner but all the same; it all felt too clingy,
“I like you.” Aoi said gently, holding Uruha’s knees, stroking them with his thumb, “Uru, I like you a lot. I have a huge crush, a big attraction but... I don’t think it’s love just yet.” Aoi smiled a little, encouraging Uruha to say something; he looked crushed, too busy focusing on the lining of tiles between his toes, “Uruha we barely know each other. All I know about you is that you go to Kyoto University -“
“- Isn’t that enough?” Uruha suddenly cut him off, and Aoi’s hands were ripped from his knees as Uruha took hold of them, “We don’t have to know each other, Aoi, that’s why it works!”
Aoi blinked, “I-I don’t under -“
“- Didn’t you say that you faced an emotional detachment to people because you didn’t want to get hurt?” Uruha interrupted again, and Aoi’s cheeks reddened,
“Y-Yes but -“
“- Then this is exactly why.” Uruha pleaded, his eyes glistening widely, as he tried to make Aoi see his side, “Aoi, this doesn’t have to be meaningful. I mean of course it is, but...” Uruha breathed out sharply, while Aoi just kept his eyes fixed on him, unsure what he was trying to say.
Did Uruha just think their relationship was sex-based? Used only for pleasure?
“Aoi, most couples take months but that’s because they haven’t seen the true side to each other.” Uruha continued, speaking to Aoi gently as though he’d just come out of a coma and needed reassuring, “That day in the park; when I saw you sleeping, God... you were so damn cute.” Uruha smiled, and Aoi couldn’t help but grin too, his cheeks burning, “I figured it wouldn’t do any harm to sit by you for a while. You look so beautiful when you sleep...” Uruha trailed off, the smile still soft on his face as his fingers ran down one of Aoi’s loose strands of hair.
Aoi swallowed, his heart picking up pace, “So you... you believe in love at first sight?”
Uruha’s eyes looked gentle, “You’re living proof.”
He stole a kiss then, and even though Aoi was taken aback, he let him carry on.
All his words... once again they suddenly seemed meaningless,
“Uruha.” Aoi gasped as they broke apart, having to hang on to Uruha’s knees before he fell flat on his backside, “What I said before... I don’t think I meant any of that.”
“I know honey.” Uruha smiled, taking Aoi by the shoulders and hoisting him up, “It’s just because you’re not used to this, that’s all.”
Uruha’s right... Aoi smiled, letting Uruha resume undressing him, excitement now replacing the nervousness as he watched his pants drop to his feet.
What was I thinking? Of course Uruha’s right, I love him... I love him...
“I love you.” Aoi breathed aloud, now back to back with the tiles in the shower, hot steam now raining down on them; Aoi’s hands too slow to undress Uruha at his yearning pace; so he had removed his clothes himself, and was now standing naked before Aoi, sliding the glass door behind them,
“I love you too...” the reply was heard faintly, with the incoming volume of the hot water, and Aoi was soon holding on to wet shoulders as he was pushed further against the wall, wrapping his legs around Uruha’s waist.
He could feel Uruha’s length already pressing against his entrance, and a rush of electric ran up his spine, Uruha holding him up with strong arms. Despite the growing friction down below, Aoi continued to press his lips to the blonde’s, and it seemed Uruha had been waiting to say something, quickly getting his words out before Aoi returned the kisses,
“Is this okay?” Uruha panted, his eyes flickering as water smacked into his face every so often, “Will you be comfortable like that?”
Aoi shook his head with a smile, keeping his arms tight around Uruha’s neck as he rested his head on his shoulder, “It doesn’t matter as long as it’s with you.”
Uruha’s body reverberated with a giggle, and Aoi felt his collarbone being kissed,
“You’re too cute.” he murmured, and Aoi prepared himself as he felt Uruha moving his legs, and again something was nudging against Aoi’s entrance.
Aoi tried not to hiss; if he’d done it before, he can do it again.
Unlike the last time, Uruha eased his cock in gently, and Aoi gasped as his body told him to push it out, to tighten and disallow it,
“Just relax, you’re alright.” Uruha whispered over and over, as Aoi released a small whimper through the steam, feeling Uruha adjust himself underneath him, and the pain returned whenever he did,
“Ouch... Uruha.” Aoi leant back against the tiles, still keeping his hands on Uruha’s shoulders, almost completely for support now that Aoi’s legs were trembling,
“You’re doing fine, honey.” Uruha murmured, his mouth remaining slightly open even after he had finished speaking the final word, “God, you’re so tight.” he moaned after a moment, and Aoi groaned too, as Uruha inched himself in further,
“Move.” Aoi ordered, almost desperately as Uruha stayed still, the water cascading over them both, completely dying Uruha’s hair a darker shade; the thin strands curling on his shoulders.
Aoi was almost tearful as the pain became more than just intrusive, it was doing no good at all; at least not for Aoi,
“Uruha... please -” Aoi gasped as a small thrust then erupted from Uruha’s hips and the younger was slid higher up the tiled wall, his vision blurred white for just a moment,
“Oh.” Aoi leaned in and crashed his lips with Uruha’s, the aching in Aoi’s back easing the more he moved up and down the wall; the condensation acting as a sort of lotion to heal the sting.
Uruha’s cock felt hard inside of him, an unbelievable solidity that grinded against Aoi’s inner walls and he couldn’t help but relish the feeling, embrace it in fact; crying out whenever it pushed in further, sending Aoi’s heart into overdrive.
The younger ran his hands through Uruha’s wet strands, tangling his fingers in the clumps, and he soon cried out into Uruha’s mouth as his movements began to get faster, quicker,
“God, Aoi.” Uruha moaned, his hand leaving Aoi’s chest to grab at his hips, hoisting Aoi up so he could push in even deeper... much deeper.
Aoi was soon hanging onto the shampoo holder the more they moved; the moisture formed on the wall now much more slippery than earlier, and both men were soon in a blind rush, slipping and sliding the more they tried to feel each other, and Aoi found his heart was beating so hard it started to hurt his chest,
“Uruha...” the temperature in the room was getting incredibly hot, Aoi noticed, yet when Uruha’s hands stroked up and down his thighs, they still left goosebumps in their path, left for the hot water to burn them away again.
It became a cycle, and Aoi cried out loudly when Uruha’s awkward pushing finally paid off and hit Aoi’s prostate exactly on the spot, a shiver rushing down Aoi’s spine when it did and his vision turned a blinding white once more.
Aoi never wanted him to stop, never wanted him to slow down, although he could sense Uruha was getting tired, especially in the current position they were both in; it became a lot harder,
“Don’t stop Uru.” Aoi panted, reaching behind the blonde to grab his waist and pull him closer, as his thrusts soon slowed and the white hot pleasure filling Aoi was fading away, “Don’t stop... come on.”
Aoi kissed him as the blonde’s head slumped against his shoulder; and Aoi was suddenly worried the water was too hot, especially with the flow mainly covering Uruha and scarcely hitting Aoi anywhere apart from one of his legs.
Aoi reached up to turn the dial, instead bringing it to a lukewarm and the two men shivered at the noticeable change in temperature,
“Come on.” Aoi whispered, having adjusted the water flow as well, no longer hitting Uruha so hard and now smoothly brushing him instead.
Uruha pulled his head back and gave one smile, before his lips were pressing back against Aoi’s and they resumed their speed, although both were panting hard now, and Aoi felt nowhere near to releasing just yet.
All that changed within the next few minutes however, or what seemed like a lifetime to Aoi, as Uruha moved, almost in slow motion and Aoi’s back was arching against the tiles, cool water hitting his face, wetting his hair further.
Aoi’s hands were out of control; wanting this closeness more than ever, Aoi had ran them all over Uruha’s form; cupping his cheeks, his neck, smoothing out to mould over his shoulders, down his arms... tracing over Uruha’s nipples, tweaking one every now and then just to hear the soft moan escape from the blonde’s lips,
“Uruha... oh God, Uruha.” Aoi was shoved up the wall so hard, he was sure he was almost near the ceiling, the pleasure filling him so unbearable that he cried out loudly, drowning out Uruha’s moaning underneath him,
“God, Aoi, say it again...” he bent his head to kiss Aoi’s chest, his teeth nipping one of Aoi’s nipples and that only made Aoi scream again, his body shaking as another tremor ran up his back, “Say my name... scream it, scream it, Aoi.”
“Oh God.” Aoi’s voice was shaking, his head bent as far back as it would go, and it was only when his neck began to strain did he let it roll back into place, met by Uruha’s soft lips, and more harsher movements sliding him further up the bathroom wall,
“Fuck...” Uruha held both of Aoi’s thighs, now only limply wrapped around his waist as Aoi was beginning to run out of energy, and pushed in several times, harder than before, hitting Aoi’s prostate each time.
Uruha was close now; Aoi knew this as the breathing that erupted from his lover’s mouth was laboured, and Aoi soon found he was pulled back from the wall, Uruha holding him under his thighs, before he was slammed back into it again, crying out as Uruha’s cock shot up considerably in distance inside him.
Aoi screamed as the ecstasy filled him from head to toe , and he cried out again as he felt his orgasm creep up; Uruha’s final push setting it free and Aoi’s vision blurred, his head thrown back to face the ceiling again.
Uruha followed soon after, and another wave hit Aoi as his lover’s solution released inside of him, making him shudder uncontrollably, finally screaming out the name Uruha wanted to hear again.
As he allowed his orgasm to ride itself out, Aoi’s body began to shiver, and his head rolled forward again, landing against Uruha’s shoulder with a slump, the blonde almost collapsing as he did - no doubt his legs were just as weak as Aoi’s.
Uruha did well to hold him up though, not pulling out of Aoi just yet, and he in turn rested his head against Aoi’s own shoulder, panting just as hard as the brunette, their chests rising and falling erratically.
Aoi didn’t know how long they were there for, but it felt like a while before Uruha finally stumbled back and landed against the glass door of the shower, the impact making it rattle slightly, and Aoi whimpered loudly in pain as Uruha’s cock left him at such a hefty speed, aggravating his entrance and Aoi felt something trickle down his leg.
With a lazy hand, Aoi adjusted the shower again, bringing it back to a hotter degree as his teeth began to chatter; no longer so hot and sweating like minutes ago,
“You are...” Uruha managed between pants, watching Aoi lean over with a groan to wash away Uruha’s solution and some of the blood that had followed, “... Amazing.”
Once Aoi was done, the blood swirling in an orange twist down the plughole, he felt himself being pulled into Uruha’s open arms, placing a gentle kiss to the side of his forehead.
When he pulled away, Aoi smiled, “You did all the work.” he breathed.
Uruha’s breathing was starting to calm a little now, although Aoi’s chest was still rising and falling at an increased speed, and Aoi watched him chuckle, reaching for one of the shower gel bottles lying at the edge of the shower cubicle; knocked to the floor from before,
“Here.” Uruha said gently, opening the bottle and pouring some into his hands, placing it down again and starting to spread the gel over Aoi’s body,
“Come on... now you’re spoiling me.” Aoi laughed, as his breathing finally started to even out, “Sex and a massage?”
It felt nice as Uruha’s hands ran smoothly over him, rubbing the gel into Aoi’s skin with expert fingers, and Aoi couldn’t help but sigh, almost groan with contentment,
“We should have taken a bath instead.” Aoi mumbled, Uruha’s hands turning him around to wash his back as well,
“Why?”
“My legs feel like jelly.” Aoi giggled, and Uruha laughed too, taking his elbows instead and lowering them both to the floor.
Aoi enjoyed the comfort it brought to his aching legs, and Uruha stopped rubbing the gel to lean in and kiss Aoi’s wet lips with his own, turning Aoi back round to do it.
Aoi held on to him, eventually pulling the blonde into his arms and holding him for just a minute,
“You okay?” he heard Uruha murmur - the best he could manage through the volume of the shower water.
Aoi grimaced as he shuffled around on the floor, aching once again - just as he had the night before. His insides seemed to sting as the shower gel Uruha had applied ran off of him, circling in a white foamy pool around his legs, “Yeah. I just wanted a cuddle. That’s all.”
To his surprise, Aoi was soon holding on to nothing, and he found the shower was being turned off, reduced only to a soft drip... drip... drip,
“Uruha...?”
*
Comments are loved!!! <3 ( Click me for Part B)
Chapter: 5(a)/ 10
Author: sorrowofanangel
Genre: Romance, supernatural, thriller, sex etc.
Band: The GazettE
Pairing(s): Uruha x Aoi, Aoi x Uruha
WARNINGS: Boy x Boy relationships, sex, language, child abandonment, etc.
Rating: NC-17
Synopsis: "When there's no one to love you, you can always count on a stranger . . . But what happens once they've become someone you love?"
Notes: Now then . . . who's up for some shower smex?? *evil grin*
*
“Has she gone yet?”
Aoi watched eagerly through a slit in his blinds, watching the woman he had christened “Ultimate Bitch of the Year” amble her way to the small vehicle sat in the drive,
“Not... yet.” Aoi said slowly, pulling the blind down a bit more to see clearer, though from his bedroom window he had the whole street in view,
“God’s sake...” Aoi tutted after a few more minutes - she’d only just inserted her key into the door, “Even getting out of my life seems a useless task for her -“
“- You love her really.” Uruha murmured, and Aoi felt his warm hands envelope his waist, Aoi’s now clothed back pressing against his smooth chest,
“No, Uru.” Aoi frowned, tapping his foot impatiently as he watched the car door open... very... slowly, “I hate her with a fucking passion.”
“Tsk, tsk, tsk.” Uruha tutted into his ear, “Language...”
Aoi sighed, “You’d do well to replace her.”
Uruha breathed out heavily, “Now that would be disturbing... you’d be sleeping with your own mother.”
Aoi cringed, wriggling out of his grasp, “Eww!!! Uruha! Eww, eww, eww!!”
Uruha chuckled once, before grabbing Aoi back again, pressing their lips together, hard.
They kissed harshly a few times, and Aoi found himself backing towards the window,
“Good job I’m just a stranger huh?” Uruha moaned, and Aoi felt the blinds brush his shoulder,
“Uruha, stop!! She can see from down there you know!!”
Aoi struggled to push him away, laughing as Uruha tried to tickle him. He writhed and squirmed, begging Uruha to stop while trying uselessly to throw him away, gasping for breath,
“Uru... you’re going to be... in BIG trouble!” Aoi chuckled so hard his stomach hurt, and he let out a squeal when Uruha bent over to wrestle him to the ground,
“URUHA!!” Aoi gasped as Uruha’s head slammed into his stomach and the two fell to the floor with a hard bump, Aoi catching his backside against his bedside table.
Despite the searing agony and harsh sting of a carpet burn on his elbow, Aoi couldn’t stop laughing, and he thumped a fist against the ground.
Uruha was laughing too, and it seemed all the blood had rushed to his head when he sat on top of Aoi, his face as red as a strawberry,
“Who says I’m not irresistible now??” Uruha sat there for a moment, catching his breath while Aoi finished the remaining giggle lingering on his lips; Uruha jigging up and down as Aoi’s stomach reverberated.
They soon quietened though when a familiar engine roared nearby, and Aoi already had his lips pursed when Uruha leaned forward to kiss him, silently congratulating their victory.
So it came as a surprise when Uruha pulled back suddenly, and Aoi moaned, trying to pull him forward again by his shoulders.
Uruha was wrinkling his nose and Aoi sat up,
“What? What’s wrong?”
“Sorry, Aoi, it’s just -“ Uruha cleared his throat, “You umm smell... slightly.”
“Smell?” Aoi blinked, and then raised his arm.
No need to inhale - a strong wave of sweat hit his nostrils; so much they almost stung,
“God, I need a shower!” Aoi moaned, and only now did he just notice how sticky he was from head to toe.
In his embarrassment, he’d jumped up suddenly, almost throwing Uruha back onto the floor,
“Hey, hey, hey.” Aoi felt his wrist being pulled back, and he turned to find Uruha sporting a wry smile,
“Room for two?”
*
Aoi couldn’t help but frown when he looked at the small square shower sitting in the corner of his upstairs bathroom,
“Are you sure both of us can get in there?” Aoi said over his shoulder, hearing Uruha returning with the pair of towels, slumping them against the closed toilet lid.
He came to stand beside Aoi, draping an arm over his shoulders, “Well, there’s only one way to find out.”
“How?” Aoi asked stupidly, and had to gasp for breath as Uruha suddenly pinned him against the sink, raunchily kissing him until Aoi was leaning so far back, his head met the mirror. The swift action had sent an ache searing down Aoi’s spine, and he grunted underneath Uruha’s lips; still, that did little to stop the blonde.
Uruha’s hands trailed down Aoi’s loose night shirt, and almost immediately, Aoi felt his nipples harden as the cold air swept over his bare flesh. Still, Uruha was persistent, slipping it over Aoi’s shoulders and letting it fall over his arms down to the floor, pooling at Aoi’s ankles.
Aoi couldn’t tell how fast his lips were moving; if fast enough. Uruha was like lightning, kissing Aoi as though they were never going to see each other again, his hands running over every inch of Aoi’s torso - not missing a single patch of skin,
“Uru.” Aoi gasped, feeling his belt buckle being tugged at, Uruha working the buckle with expert hands, getting faster and faster in his movements, his kisses getting harsher.
Aoi suddenly felt uncomfortable, and moved his hands from around Uruha’s waist to push at his lover’s shoulders,
“Uru, wait you’re going too fast -“
The kisses against Aoi’s neck came to stop and Uruha’s blonde head popped up, looking at Aoi sideways, regarding his flushed cheeks, his shaky breathing,
“Oh...” Uruha scratched his head, smiling meekly with apology, “I guess I got a bit too excited.”
Aoi laughed weakly, and had to hold his breath as Uruha stepped forward again, gently this time, and cupped his face with tender hands, their lips brushing twice before they finally entwined.
The calmness didn’t last long however; once they were engaged deep in the kiss, Uruha had gotten rougher, harsher, something that Aoi had never seen of him before. Last night he had been so gentle and tender, now he’d become this... this... erotic monster.
Perhaps that should have been a turn-on. For some reason, it only made Aoi more uncomfortable and he found himself pushing Uruha away again as they were stepping closer to the shower, Uruha in control of the direction of travel,
“Don’t, Uruha... stop!” Aoi cried between kisses and eventually he wriggled out of Uruha’s grasp; the same way he had two days ago on the landing, and walked shakily to the other side of the room,
“Aoi?” he heard Uruha’s concerned voice behind him, “I’m sorry, did I hurt you? Did you hit something?”
“No.” Flustered, Aoi ran his hand over his face, his back aching as a reminder, “It’s just... it’s too fast. Way, way too fast.”
Uruha’s shoulders relaxed and he glanced almost guiltily to Aoi’s belt now lying askew on the bathroom tiles,
“But last night Aoi you were fine.” he murmured, bringing his head up again, “Did I do something? Have I done something to make you upset?”
“No.” Aoi said again, leaning against a dressing gown hanging up on the hook of the door, the soft fabric calming his heated cheeks, “I think we’re rushing into things -“
“- Rushing?” Uruha blinked, and it wasn’t long before he was soon at Aoi’s side, taking hold of his hand, “What do you mean?”
Aoi sank into the dressing gown, uneasiness getting the better of him the more Uruha stared.
Aoi had never been in love before, nor had he ever had an unbelievable attraction to anyone; not even the gorgeous models you see on TV.
So he had no idea what he was supposed to feel, let alone what to do with it,
“Aoi?” Uruha probed, giving his hand a squeeze, “Come on, what is it?”
Aoi hesitated, biting on his lip, eventually deciding if he doesn’t tell Uruha now, he’ll only have to grit his teeth and bear it.
Despite his lack of knowledge, Aoi definitely knew that was not the way to go about a relationship,
“Uruha... do you think we’re going too fast?”
“Fast?” Uruha blinked, “Sorry, Aoi, I though passion was all about getting hot and doing it at an incredible speed. I just thought it would be interesting if I -“
“- No.” Aoi silenced him with a hand, “Not that. I mean...” his eyes swept Uruha up and down, “... Us.”
Uruha’s hand retracted, soon falling to his side, “Ah, that.” he murmured,
“Uruha, I’d never been happier when you told me that you loved me last night but...” Aoi watched sadly as Uruha sat shakily on the side of the bathtub, “B-But... we’ve only known each other for a couple of days. Doesn’t love take months?”
A male relationship was something Aoi needed. He’d realised that for years, and he’d always thought that Ruki, Kai and Reita were the substitutes for that. They gave him friendship... but none of them were Uruha. None of them could provide Aoi with the same comfort Aoi felt when he was around the blonde.
And that’s why Aoi was terrified of going too fast; rushing things. He didn’t want this, whatever it was with Uruha, to end.
The blonde’s head rose, “You told me you loved me back.”
“I was upset.” Aoi mumbled, “I’d just come out of a nightmare, Uruha, and I needed some... some reassurance, of course I was going to say those things.”
Aoi knelt down in front of him; he didn’t want Uruha to take this the wrong way. Aoi was incredibly attracted to him, even more than the first night they’d spent together but at this rate, Aoi felt used. The demand for sex, the over-kissing, Uruha touching him almost all the time. Of course Aoi understood the emotional attachment to a partner but all the same; it all felt too clingy,
“I like you.” Aoi said gently, holding Uruha’s knees, stroking them with his thumb, “Uru, I like you a lot. I have a huge crush, a big attraction but... I don’t think it’s love just yet.” Aoi smiled a little, encouraging Uruha to say something; he looked crushed, too busy focusing on the lining of tiles between his toes, “Uruha we barely know each other. All I know about you is that you go to Kyoto University -“
“- Isn’t that enough?” Uruha suddenly cut him off, and Aoi’s hands were ripped from his knees as Uruha took hold of them, “We don’t have to know each other, Aoi, that’s why it works!”
Aoi blinked, “I-I don’t under -“
“- Didn’t you say that you faced an emotional detachment to people because you didn’t want to get hurt?” Uruha interrupted again, and Aoi’s cheeks reddened,
“Y-Yes but -“
“- Then this is exactly why.” Uruha pleaded, his eyes glistening widely, as he tried to make Aoi see his side, “Aoi, this doesn’t have to be meaningful. I mean of course it is, but...” Uruha breathed out sharply, while Aoi just kept his eyes fixed on him, unsure what he was trying to say.
Did Uruha just think their relationship was sex-based? Used only for pleasure?
“Aoi, most couples take months but that’s because they haven’t seen the true side to each other.” Uruha continued, speaking to Aoi gently as though he’d just come out of a coma and needed reassuring, “That day in the park; when I saw you sleeping, God... you were so damn cute.” Uruha smiled, and Aoi couldn’t help but grin too, his cheeks burning, “I figured it wouldn’t do any harm to sit by you for a while. You look so beautiful when you sleep...” Uruha trailed off, the smile still soft on his face as his fingers ran down one of Aoi’s loose strands of hair.
Aoi swallowed, his heart picking up pace, “So you... you believe in love at first sight?”
Uruha’s eyes looked gentle, “You’re living proof.”
He stole a kiss then, and even though Aoi was taken aback, he let him carry on.
All his words... once again they suddenly seemed meaningless,
“Uruha.” Aoi gasped as they broke apart, having to hang on to Uruha’s knees before he fell flat on his backside, “What I said before... I don’t think I meant any of that.”
“I know honey.” Uruha smiled, taking Aoi by the shoulders and hoisting him up, “It’s just because you’re not used to this, that’s all.”
Uruha’s right... Aoi smiled, letting Uruha resume undressing him, excitement now replacing the nervousness as he watched his pants drop to his feet.
What was I thinking? Of course Uruha’s right, I love him... I love him...
“I love you.” Aoi breathed aloud, now back to back with the tiles in the shower, hot steam now raining down on them; Aoi’s hands too slow to undress Uruha at his yearning pace; so he had removed his clothes himself, and was now standing naked before Aoi, sliding the glass door behind them,
“I love you too...” the reply was heard faintly, with the incoming volume of the hot water, and Aoi was soon holding on to wet shoulders as he was pushed further against the wall, wrapping his legs around Uruha’s waist.
He could feel Uruha’s length already pressing against his entrance, and a rush of electric ran up his spine, Uruha holding him up with strong arms. Despite the growing friction down below, Aoi continued to press his lips to the blonde’s, and it seemed Uruha had been waiting to say something, quickly getting his words out before Aoi returned the kisses,
“Is this okay?” Uruha panted, his eyes flickering as water smacked into his face every so often, “Will you be comfortable like that?”
Aoi shook his head with a smile, keeping his arms tight around Uruha’s neck as he rested his head on his shoulder, “It doesn’t matter as long as it’s with you.”
Uruha’s body reverberated with a giggle, and Aoi felt his collarbone being kissed,
“You’re too cute.” he murmured, and Aoi prepared himself as he felt Uruha moving his legs, and again something was nudging against Aoi’s entrance.
Aoi tried not to hiss; if he’d done it before, he can do it again.
Unlike the last time, Uruha eased his cock in gently, and Aoi gasped as his body told him to push it out, to tighten and disallow it,
“Just relax, you’re alright.” Uruha whispered over and over, as Aoi released a small whimper through the steam, feeling Uruha adjust himself underneath him, and the pain returned whenever he did,
“Ouch... Uruha.” Aoi leant back against the tiles, still keeping his hands on Uruha’s shoulders, almost completely for support now that Aoi’s legs were trembling,
“You’re doing fine, honey.” Uruha murmured, his mouth remaining slightly open even after he had finished speaking the final word, “God, you’re so tight.” he moaned after a moment, and Aoi groaned too, as Uruha inched himself in further,
“Move.” Aoi ordered, almost desperately as Uruha stayed still, the water cascading over them both, completely dying Uruha’s hair a darker shade; the thin strands curling on his shoulders.
Aoi was almost tearful as the pain became more than just intrusive, it was doing no good at all; at least not for Aoi,
“Uruha... please -” Aoi gasped as a small thrust then erupted from Uruha’s hips and the younger was slid higher up the tiled wall, his vision blurred white for just a moment,
“Oh.” Aoi leaned in and crashed his lips with Uruha’s, the aching in Aoi’s back easing the more he moved up and down the wall; the condensation acting as a sort of lotion to heal the sting.
Uruha’s cock felt hard inside of him, an unbelievable solidity that grinded against Aoi’s inner walls and he couldn’t help but relish the feeling, embrace it in fact; crying out whenever it pushed in further, sending Aoi’s heart into overdrive.
The younger ran his hands through Uruha’s wet strands, tangling his fingers in the clumps, and he soon cried out into Uruha’s mouth as his movements began to get faster, quicker,
“God, Aoi.” Uruha moaned, his hand leaving Aoi’s chest to grab at his hips, hoisting Aoi up so he could push in even deeper... much deeper.
Aoi was soon hanging onto the shampoo holder the more they moved; the moisture formed on the wall now much more slippery than earlier, and both men were soon in a blind rush, slipping and sliding the more they tried to feel each other, and Aoi found his heart was beating so hard it started to hurt his chest,
“Uruha...” the temperature in the room was getting incredibly hot, Aoi noticed, yet when Uruha’s hands stroked up and down his thighs, they still left goosebumps in their path, left for the hot water to burn them away again.
It became a cycle, and Aoi cried out loudly when Uruha’s awkward pushing finally paid off and hit Aoi’s prostate exactly on the spot, a shiver rushing down Aoi’s spine when it did and his vision turned a blinding white once more.
Aoi never wanted him to stop, never wanted him to slow down, although he could sense Uruha was getting tired, especially in the current position they were both in; it became a lot harder,
“Don’t stop Uru.” Aoi panted, reaching behind the blonde to grab his waist and pull him closer, as his thrusts soon slowed and the white hot pleasure filling Aoi was fading away, “Don’t stop... come on.”
Aoi kissed him as the blonde’s head slumped against his shoulder; and Aoi was suddenly worried the water was too hot, especially with the flow mainly covering Uruha and scarcely hitting Aoi anywhere apart from one of his legs.
Aoi reached up to turn the dial, instead bringing it to a lukewarm and the two men shivered at the noticeable change in temperature,
“Come on.” Aoi whispered, having adjusted the water flow as well, no longer hitting Uruha so hard and now smoothly brushing him instead.
Uruha pulled his head back and gave one smile, before his lips were pressing back against Aoi’s and they resumed their speed, although both were panting hard now, and Aoi felt nowhere near to releasing just yet.
All that changed within the next few minutes however, or what seemed like a lifetime to Aoi, as Uruha moved, almost in slow motion and Aoi’s back was arching against the tiles, cool water hitting his face, wetting his hair further.
Aoi’s hands were out of control; wanting this closeness more than ever, Aoi had ran them all over Uruha’s form; cupping his cheeks, his neck, smoothing out to mould over his shoulders, down his arms... tracing over Uruha’s nipples, tweaking one every now and then just to hear the soft moan escape from the blonde’s lips,
“Uruha... oh God, Uruha.” Aoi was shoved up the wall so hard, he was sure he was almost near the ceiling, the pleasure filling him so unbearable that he cried out loudly, drowning out Uruha’s moaning underneath him,
“God, Aoi, say it again...” he bent his head to kiss Aoi’s chest, his teeth nipping one of Aoi’s nipples and that only made Aoi scream again, his body shaking as another tremor ran up his back, “Say my name... scream it, scream it, Aoi.”
“Oh God.” Aoi’s voice was shaking, his head bent as far back as it would go, and it was only when his neck began to strain did he let it roll back into place, met by Uruha’s soft lips, and more harsher movements sliding him further up the bathroom wall,
“Fuck...” Uruha held both of Aoi’s thighs, now only limply wrapped around his waist as Aoi was beginning to run out of energy, and pushed in several times, harder than before, hitting Aoi’s prostate each time.
Uruha was close now; Aoi knew this as the breathing that erupted from his lover’s mouth was laboured, and Aoi soon found he was pulled back from the wall, Uruha holding him under his thighs, before he was slammed back into it again, crying out as Uruha’s cock shot up considerably in distance inside him.
Aoi screamed as the ecstasy filled him from head to toe , and he cried out again as he felt his orgasm creep up; Uruha’s final push setting it free and Aoi’s vision blurred, his head thrown back to face the ceiling again.
Uruha followed soon after, and another wave hit Aoi as his lover’s solution released inside of him, making him shudder uncontrollably, finally screaming out the name Uruha wanted to hear again.
As he allowed his orgasm to ride itself out, Aoi’s body began to shiver, and his head rolled forward again, landing against Uruha’s shoulder with a slump, the blonde almost collapsing as he did - no doubt his legs were just as weak as Aoi’s.
Uruha did well to hold him up though, not pulling out of Aoi just yet, and he in turn rested his head against Aoi’s own shoulder, panting just as hard as the brunette, their chests rising and falling erratically.
Aoi didn’t know how long they were there for, but it felt like a while before Uruha finally stumbled back and landed against the glass door of the shower, the impact making it rattle slightly, and Aoi whimpered loudly in pain as Uruha’s cock left him at such a hefty speed, aggravating his entrance and Aoi felt something trickle down his leg.
With a lazy hand, Aoi adjusted the shower again, bringing it back to a hotter degree as his teeth began to chatter; no longer so hot and sweating like minutes ago,
“You are...” Uruha managed between pants, watching Aoi lean over with a groan to wash away Uruha’s solution and some of the blood that had followed, “... Amazing.”
Once Aoi was done, the blood swirling in an orange twist down the plughole, he felt himself being pulled into Uruha’s open arms, placing a gentle kiss to the side of his forehead.
When he pulled away, Aoi smiled, “You did all the work.” he breathed.
Uruha’s breathing was starting to calm a little now, although Aoi’s chest was still rising and falling at an increased speed, and Aoi watched him chuckle, reaching for one of the shower gel bottles lying at the edge of the shower cubicle; knocked to the floor from before,
“Here.” Uruha said gently, opening the bottle and pouring some into his hands, placing it down again and starting to spread the gel over Aoi’s body,
“Come on... now you’re spoiling me.” Aoi laughed, as his breathing finally started to even out, “Sex and a massage?”
It felt nice as Uruha’s hands ran smoothly over him, rubbing the gel into Aoi’s skin with expert fingers, and Aoi couldn’t help but sigh, almost groan with contentment,
“We should have taken a bath instead.” Aoi mumbled, Uruha’s hands turning him around to wash his back as well,
“Why?”
“My legs feel like jelly.” Aoi giggled, and Uruha laughed too, taking his elbows instead and lowering them both to the floor.
Aoi enjoyed the comfort it brought to his aching legs, and Uruha stopped rubbing the gel to lean in and kiss Aoi’s wet lips with his own, turning Aoi back round to do it.
Aoi held on to him, eventually pulling the blonde into his arms and holding him for just a minute,
“You okay?” he heard Uruha murmur - the best he could manage through the volume of the shower water.
Aoi grimaced as he shuffled around on the floor, aching once again - just as he had the night before. His insides seemed to sting as the shower gel Uruha had applied ran off of him, circling in a white foamy pool around his legs, “Yeah. I just wanted a cuddle. That’s all.”
To his surprise, Aoi was soon holding on to nothing, and he found the shower was being turned off, reduced only to a soft drip... drip... drip,
“Uruha...?”
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