DN Angel (Daisuke/Dark)
Daisuke didn’t notice, eyes screwed tightly shut as hot fingers - his own but not under his control - ghosted teasing caresses across his chilled skin.
“Dark,” he gasped, neck arching painfully as he bucked into the warm hand curved knowingly around his sex.
Dark’s voice was a liquid spill of smooth velvet along his spine. ‘Easy Daisuke,’ the phantom thief murmured. ‘I’ve got you, don’t worry.’
His whole body felt strange, a tingling, roaring sensation that made his heart pound and his head spin. Daisuke’s hips thrust helplessly into that firm grip, his head thrashing from side to side as long, sweat-soaked strands of hair clung to his face in blood-red streaks.
‘You really need this, don’t you?’ Daisuke’s other hand feathered up his chest towards his face, fingertips flicking questioningly over his mouth.
His lips parted instinctively and Dark purred in his ear as Daisuke sucked two fingers into his mouth, laving them with clumsy enthusiasm.
‘Fuck Daisuke, lemme know next time you’re this wound up, okay? It’s not good for you.’
Daisuke didn’t answer, just sucked harder, head bobbing with the same rhythm as his hips. He was swirling out of control, completely unable to control the fire building inside him with every pass of Dark’s - his - hands.
And Dark was chuckling at him, low and intimate, and had his other self’s voice always sounded that sexy?
‘Okay, okay, I get,’ Dark was saying, fingers glistening wetly in the moonlight as he pulled them free of Daisuke’s mouth. ‘Less talk, more nookie. I can handle that. But I reserve the right to torment you about this in the morning.’
“Fine,” Daisuke panted, harsh and breathy. “Now could you please - nnnggh!!”
And he arched sharply, body bowing into one long curve from head to heels as spit-slicked fingers drifted down behind his balls and pressed on his entrance with a maddeningly teasing touch.
‘What was that Daisuke? I didn’t quite catch it.’
Daisuke couldn’t answer, a low, keening moan escaping his throat as Dark increased the pressure and his whole body trembled with unfulfilled need.
‘Tilt your hips up,’ came the command and Daisuke obeyed without thinking, feeling the tension in his shoulder ease as his hand gained easier access.
‘Good thing you’re so flexible,’ muttered Dark, and then that finger slipped inside of him, stretching his passage in one long, slow burn.
“Ngh!” Daisuke thrashed on the sheets, pushing down mindlessly to get more of that sensation. “Dark!”
‘Quietly now,’ Dark cautioned, setting a steady rhythm and fucking Daisuke on his own hand. ‘Wouldn’t want to wake Emiko and Kosuke.’
A second finger joined the first and Daisuke bit his lip, trying to stifle the helpless, needy sounds bubbling up from his throat. His hips rocked needily, caught between the two hands Dark was tormenting him with, and Daisuke was kind of glad Dark had his hands or he probably would have ripped the sheets by now.
‘Damn that’s pretty,’ Dark approved, and Daisuke could almost feel the trace of a warm, wet tongue in his ear to match the words. And then Dark chuckled again. ‘So, is this sex or masturbation?’
“Dark!” Daisuke wanted to wail, but it drowned in a moan as the fist around his cock tightened suddenly, the increased friction bringing Daisuke trembling to the edge.
‘Hey I’m just saying,’ and Daisuke could just picture the smug, self-satisfied expression on Dark’s face as he added, ‘Which is a shame really, because you’re damn sexy like this and it’s probably even nicer in person. Prettiest thing I’ve ever stolen, you are.’
He didn’t belong to Dark, Daisuke was going to argue, but the fingers buried inside him twisted suddenly, nudging something that make light flare behind his eyes and fire dance through his veins and then he was coming with a wordless, shuddering sob, mind completely blank.
‘Easy Daisuke,’ Dark soothed, sticky hands snagging a corner of the blanket to mop up the cum pooled in the hollow of Daisuke’s stomach. ‘We’ll clean this up in the morning,’ he decided. ‘Think you’ll be able to sleep now?’
“Yeah,” Daisuke mumbled, enjoying the heavy, languid feeling weighing on his limbs. His eyelids shuttered sleepily and he yawned, suddenly exhausted. “Can I have my arms back now?”
The chuckle in his ear was soft and unusually fond. ‘Of course.’
“Thanks.” Daisuke curled up away from the wet spot on his mattress, hands tucked comfortably under his chin as he settled down. “G’night Dark.”
The sensation of wings wrapped around him, holding him tight. ‘Good night Daisuke. Sleep well.’
~owari
“Dark,” he gasped, neck arching painfully as he bucked into the warm hand curved knowingly around his sex.
Dark’s voice was a liquid spill of smooth velvet along his spine. ‘Easy Daisuke,’ the phantom thief murmured. ‘I’ve got you, don’t worry.’
His whole body felt strange, a tingling, roaring sensation that made his heart pound and his head spin. Daisuke’s hips thrust helplessly into that firm grip, his head thrashing from side to side as long, sweat-soaked strands of hair clung to his face in blood-red streaks.
‘You really need this, don’t you?’ Daisuke’s other hand feathered up his chest towards his face, fingertips flicking questioningly over his mouth.
His lips parted instinctively and Dark purred in his ear as Daisuke sucked two fingers into his mouth, laving them with clumsy enthusiasm.
‘Fuck Daisuke, lemme know next time you’re this wound up, okay? It’s not good for you.’
Daisuke didn’t answer, just sucked harder, head bobbing with the same rhythm as his hips. He was swirling out of control, completely unable to control the fire building inside him with every pass of Dark’s - his - hands.
And Dark was chuckling at him, low and intimate, and had his other self’s voice always sounded that sexy?
‘Okay, okay, I get,’ Dark was saying, fingers glistening wetly in the moonlight as he pulled them free of Daisuke’s mouth. ‘Less talk, more nookie. I can handle that. But I reserve the right to torment you about this in the morning.’
“Fine,” Daisuke panted, harsh and breathy. “Now could you please - nnnggh!!”
And he arched sharply, body bowing into one long curve from head to heels as spit-slicked fingers drifted down behind his balls and pressed on his entrance with a maddeningly teasing touch.
‘What was that Daisuke? I didn’t quite catch it.’
Daisuke couldn’t answer, a low, keening moan escaping his throat as Dark increased the pressure and his whole body trembled with unfulfilled need.
‘Tilt your hips up,’ came the command and Daisuke obeyed without thinking, feeling the tension in his shoulder ease as his hand gained easier access.
‘Good thing you’re so flexible,’ muttered Dark, and then that finger slipped inside of him, stretching his passage in one long, slow burn.
“Ngh!” Daisuke thrashed on the sheets, pushing down mindlessly to get more of that sensation. “Dark!”
‘Quietly now,’ Dark cautioned, setting a steady rhythm and fucking Daisuke on his own hand. ‘Wouldn’t want to wake Emiko and Kosuke.’
A second finger joined the first and Daisuke bit his lip, trying to stifle the helpless, needy sounds bubbling up from his throat. His hips rocked needily, caught between the two hands Dark was tormenting him with, and Daisuke was kind of glad Dark had his hands or he probably would have ripped the sheets by now.
‘Damn that’s pretty,’ Dark approved, and Daisuke could almost feel the trace of a warm, wet tongue in his ear to match the words. And then Dark chuckled again. ‘So, is this sex or masturbation?’
“Dark!” Daisuke wanted to wail, but it drowned in a moan as the fist around his cock tightened suddenly, the increased friction bringing Daisuke trembling to the edge.
‘Hey I’m just saying,’ and Daisuke could just picture the smug, self-satisfied expression on Dark’s face as he added, ‘Which is a shame really, because you’re damn sexy like this and it’s probably even nicer in person. Prettiest thing I’ve ever stolen, you are.’
He didn’t belong to Dark, Daisuke was going to argue, but the fingers buried inside him twisted suddenly, nudging something that make light flare behind his eyes and fire dance through his veins and then he was coming with a wordless, shuddering sob, mind completely blank.
‘Easy Daisuke,’ Dark soothed, sticky hands snagging a corner of the blanket to mop up the cum pooled in the hollow of Daisuke’s stomach. ‘We’ll clean this up in the morning,’ he decided. ‘Think you’ll be able to sleep now?’
“Yeah,” Daisuke mumbled, enjoying the heavy, languid feeling weighing on his limbs. His eyelids shuttered sleepily and he yawned, suddenly exhausted. “Can I have my arms back now?”
The chuckle in his ear was soft and unusually fond. ‘Of course.’
“Thanks.” Daisuke curled up away from the wet spot on his mattress, hands tucked comfortably under his chin as he settled down. “G’night Dark.”
The sensation of wings wrapped around him, holding him tight. ‘Good night Daisuke. Sleep well.’
~owari