Water in Moonlight (D. Gray-Man, Lavi/Masturbation)
Water in Moonlight
Author - cornerofmadness
Fandom - D. Gray-Man
Disclaimer - so not mine
Rating - NC-17
Pairing - Lavi/Hand
Timeline/Spoilers - no spoilers, set sometime early on I suppose
Summary - He knows watching is wrong but how can he help himself when the view is this great?
Warnings - masturbation, voyeurism
Word Count - 939
Author’s Note- written for the prompt - Lavi: voyeurism and masturbation - surprised. I decided to leave who Lavi’s watching up to the reader. Thanks to bob_fish for the beta
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It was hard to be on the road all the time, running from one disaster to another, occasionally there were perks, too - like getting to camp near a beautiful isolated lake with his partner. This far out of town - surely it was another day’s walk to the nearest village? Stupid train had broken down - there wasn’t much threat of akuma. Lavi loved having the time off, just a brief moment to relax and not fear death. Above him on this warm, summer night, a fat moon shone down, beams catching in the leaves and turning them to silver. The lake looked like a black mirror. Lavi knew his true job was to observe and keep himself distant, like a proper Bookman. He had such trouble doing that.
Surely what he was doing now fell into his legal role of observing, though? Was it his fault that all his fellow exorcists were just so gorgeous and wonderful to watch? Lavi couldn’t help watching his partner swimming in the moonlit water. It was hardly his fault his fellow exorcist was naked - though that had taken Lavi by surprise - nor was it his fault he couldn’t take his eyes off the languid strokes of each limb. All right, that last one was his fault, but still.
Watching his partner cut a swath through the black moon-drenched water, Lavi was all too aware of how constricting his uniform was. Technically, taking off his own clothing went somewhat beyond the role of strictly observing, but what the old Panda didn’t know couldn’t hurt Lavi. His cock felt so much better unrestricted with the warm breeze blowing over it, making it stiffen more. What could he say? He was a teenaged boy with needs.
Getting comfortable while trying to use a tree to hide himself was not an easy task: the challenge was to maintain a good view without being caught. Lavi reached over and dipped a hand into the lake water. The water was cool against the hot flesh of his cock. Sliding his hand down to his root, Lavi let his fingers take the slow, scenic route back to the tip. Masturbating was definitely beyond the scope of simple observation of his partners. Bookman wouldn’t understand, but then the old man hadn’t had a partner this gorgeous, and such a joy to watch. Or maybe he had once when he was younger? Ugh - Lavi told his brain firmly to stop thinking about it. He’d go flat.
Buttocks barely visible in the water, his partner swam back toward where Lavi hid within the shadow of a tree. Lavi stifled a moan, giving his foreskin a gentle tug and making his cock thicken more. He timed the strokes to match the swimmer’s lazy pace. His fingers spun over the sensitive head then back down again. Lavi didn’t know how long he had to watch and stroke himself. He couldn’t bear getting caught, but still, he did not intend to stop, either.
His palm circled over the head of his cock, taking him close to the edge, then he changed up the motion. He couldn’t linger at this wonderful task, but he didn’t want to go too quickly either. Slowing to gentle feathery touches over his cock, Lavi scooped up a handful of water, wetting his palm. With that hand, he cupped his heavy jewels, fondling them while watching the naked swimmer. His partner went under the water then surfaced like a rising deity before submerging again.
Rocking up to his knees in the soft grass, Lavi pushed a wet finger up inside himself. He barely kept in a gasp of pleasure. He’d really have the devil’s own time trying to explain this if he got caught. His fingertip hit a bundle of nerves inside himself, his cock twitched and stars lit up his vision. Never let it be said that he didn’t know how to get himself off. Traveling mostly along with the old panda, Lavi had to get good at pleasuring himself. Who else was going to do it?
Concentrating on the lovely visage of his partner in the water, Lavi sped up his motions. His muscles shook and his face scrunched with effort: the sensation was building to an almost unbearable pitch as he started to hit the edge. His finger slipped out from inside as Lavi transferred that hand to his balls. He gently tugged them down as he pulled his cock up tight against his belly.
He came explosively, semen hitting his belly, chest and even his chin. Panting, Lavi, leaned back against the tree under which he had been sheltering. It was uncomfortable, but he didn’t really care. After he had caught his breath, Lavi washed up as quietly as he could, then redressed.
He went back and stoked up the campfire. What he wouldn’t do for a frankfurter about now. The sweet scent of burning wood tickled Lavi’s nose. He stretched out on his sleeping bag, his limbs loose and relaxed as he stared up at the stars and tried to ignore his stomach’s ideas about a late night snack.
Shortly, he heard footsteps. He looked up and saw his partner strolling back towards their campsite. “Have a nice swim?” Lavi asked brightly, as if he hadn’t just been doing the naughtiest things he could think of on the spur of the moment
“Perfect.” His fellow exorcist grinned at him. “Lavi, next time, why don’t you join me? It has to be better than you staring at me from the shadows.”
Lavi’s jaw dropped. For once in his life, he was speechless.
Author - cornerofmadness
Fandom - D. Gray-Man
Disclaimer - so not mine
Rating - NC-17
Pairing - Lavi/Hand
Timeline/Spoilers - no spoilers, set sometime early on I suppose
Summary - He knows watching is wrong but how can he help himself when the view is this great?
Warnings - masturbation, voyeurism
Word Count - 939
Author’s Note- written for the prompt - Lavi: voyeurism and masturbation - surprised. I decided to leave who Lavi’s watching up to the reader. Thanks to bob_fish for the beta
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It was hard to be on the road all the time, running from one disaster to another, occasionally there were perks, too - like getting to camp near a beautiful isolated lake with his partner. This far out of town - surely it was another day’s walk to the nearest village? Stupid train had broken down - there wasn’t much threat of akuma. Lavi loved having the time off, just a brief moment to relax and not fear death. Above him on this warm, summer night, a fat moon shone down, beams catching in the leaves and turning them to silver. The lake looked like a black mirror. Lavi knew his true job was to observe and keep himself distant, like a proper Bookman. He had such trouble doing that.
Surely what he was doing now fell into his legal role of observing, though? Was it his fault that all his fellow exorcists were just so gorgeous and wonderful to watch? Lavi couldn’t help watching his partner swimming in the moonlit water. It was hardly his fault his fellow exorcist was naked - though that had taken Lavi by surprise - nor was it his fault he couldn’t take his eyes off the languid strokes of each limb. All right, that last one was his fault, but still.
Watching his partner cut a swath through the black moon-drenched water, Lavi was all too aware of how constricting his uniform was. Technically, taking off his own clothing went somewhat beyond the role of strictly observing, but what the old Panda didn’t know couldn’t hurt Lavi. His cock felt so much better unrestricted with the warm breeze blowing over it, making it stiffen more. What could he say? He was a teenaged boy with needs.
Getting comfortable while trying to use a tree to hide himself was not an easy task: the challenge was to maintain a good view without being caught. Lavi reached over and dipped a hand into the lake water. The water was cool against the hot flesh of his cock. Sliding his hand down to his root, Lavi let his fingers take the slow, scenic route back to the tip. Masturbating was definitely beyond the scope of simple observation of his partners. Bookman wouldn’t understand, but then the old man hadn’t had a partner this gorgeous, and such a joy to watch. Or maybe he had once when he was younger? Ugh - Lavi told his brain firmly to stop thinking about it. He’d go flat.
Buttocks barely visible in the water, his partner swam back toward where Lavi hid within the shadow of a tree. Lavi stifled a moan, giving his foreskin a gentle tug and making his cock thicken more. He timed the strokes to match the swimmer’s lazy pace. His fingers spun over the sensitive head then back down again. Lavi didn’t know how long he had to watch and stroke himself. He couldn’t bear getting caught, but still, he did not intend to stop, either.
His palm circled over the head of his cock, taking him close to the edge, then he changed up the motion. He couldn’t linger at this wonderful task, but he didn’t want to go too quickly either. Slowing to gentle feathery touches over his cock, Lavi scooped up a handful of water, wetting his palm. With that hand, he cupped his heavy jewels, fondling them while watching the naked swimmer. His partner went under the water then surfaced like a rising deity before submerging again.
Rocking up to his knees in the soft grass, Lavi pushed a wet finger up inside himself. He barely kept in a gasp of pleasure. He’d really have the devil’s own time trying to explain this if he got caught. His fingertip hit a bundle of nerves inside himself, his cock twitched and stars lit up his vision. Never let it be said that he didn’t know how to get himself off. Traveling mostly along with the old panda, Lavi had to get good at pleasuring himself. Who else was going to do it?
Concentrating on the lovely visage of his partner in the water, Lavi sped up his motions. His muscles shook and his face scrunched with effort: the sensation was building to an almost unbearable pitch as he started to hit the edge. His finger slipped out from inside as Lavi transferred that hand to his balls. He gently tugged them down as he pulled his cock up tight against his belly.
He came explosively, semen hitting his belly, chest and even his chin. Panting, Lavi, leaned back against the tree under which he had been sheltering. It was uncomfortable, but he didn’t really care. After he had caught his breath, Lavi washed up as quietly as he could, then redressed.
He went back and stoked up the campfire. What he wouldn’t do for a frankfurter about now. The sweet scent of burning wood tickled Lavi’s nose. He stretched out on his sleeping bag, his limbs loose and relaxed as he stared up at the stars and tried to ignore his stomach’s ideas about a late night snack.
Shortly, he heard footsteps. He looked up and saw his partner strolling back towards their campsite. “Have a nice swim?” Lavi asked brightly, as if he hadn’t just been doing the naughtiest things he could think of on the spur of the moment
“Perfect.” His fellow exorcist grinned at him. “Lavi, next time, why don’t you join me? It has to be better than you staring at me from the shadows.”
Lavi’s jaw dropped. For once in his life, he was speechless.