[FIC] - Eleven Years - Uruha/Hiroto, Saga/Shou - NC-17 - Sidestory
Title: Eleven Years
Author: unna_rainchaser
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Romance, sex
Pairings: Saga/Shou, Hiroto/Uruha
Disclaimer: Not mine, no harm intended.
Comments: Uhdewdcnakbfivnrgkesulvgs.
Rainchaser's Archive
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You could regard to this as a sidestory/flashback/yaddayadda to my jrock children series.
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It had been a beautiful day. The sun was shining, a faint, warm breeze toyed with leaves and a wind chime on Saga and Shou's porch.
The couple had chosen the garden swing to lie down upon and relax. Saga had his head on Shou's chest, the vocal playing with a curly strand, as they watched their son and Masayuki try to whistle on a blade of grass.
"Cute, aren't they?" Shou whispered.
Saga simply nodded and closed his eyes again.
"I wonder who'll grow taller." He mused, smiling at how well the boys seemed to get along. No fighting, no mean pranks, just an innocent friendship.
"Chiaki, I guess. Isn't he already half an inch ahead?" Saga spoke softly, readjusting his arm around Shou's middle.
"Or Masayuki will end up as tall as his mother and our boy just as tall as you."
"What do you mean, Just as tall?" Saga looked up at his lover, faking offense.
Shou grinned at him. "You're not as tall as me or Uruha, ne?" He kissed the tip of Saga's nose. "But you're definitely a well grown man, love."
Saga pulled himself up a little so he could reach Shou's lips to kiss him, tasting his chuckle.
- - -
"Chiaki, why do parents kiss each other different from kissing us?" Masayuki asked, looking at the men on the porch, embraced and lost in each other.
"My dad said because he loves me differently." The slightly younger boy answered, pulling apart grass.
"They kiss like that most of the time, ne." He pointed at the couple. "But us they only peck."
"I know." Chiaki, too, watched his parents. "Dad said he kisses mom like that because they are lovers."
"Lovers?"
"Yeah. Your parents are lovers too. They kiss like that too. Right?" He looked at his friend.
"Right!" Masayuki piped. "But I want a kiss like that too!"
"But your mom and dad won't kiss you like that! You're not lovers with them." Chiaki tried to explain, still unsure what this whole lovers thing was about.
Masayuki pursed his lips, his little mind working hard to figure out a solution. "I could be lovers with you."
"You could?"
"Yes! My dad said you are lovers with the one you like the most. And I like you this much!" He spread his arms to make his point. "And you really, really miss the one when you're not with him."
"You miss me?"
"I do! I like being with you. I miss going to sleep with you." Masayuki pouted, his father’s genes obvious.
Chiaki smiled. He missed him too, at night. Staying together for a whole week while Uruha and Hiroto went on an extra honeymoon made him quite comfortable to share his room with the other boy. Actually, sharing a bed with him was the most comfortable thing he had experienced so far. "Should we ask my mom if you can stay tonight?"
"Can I kiss you first?"
It had been their first kiss. Not a peck on the cheek, not a quick press of lips. It had been a real one, a soft touch, a sweet moment shared between two young boys four and a half years old, created by curiosity and friendship.
- - -
Now, eleven years later, they understood quite well what lovers meant.
Now, eleven years later, they kissed in a different flavor, being hungry for each other, for more contact, getting closer, as close as they already had been emotionally but never physically.
Now, eleven years later, they kissed feverishly, Masayuki straddling the other on the bed in the middle of the night, not to hold him in place, just to feel him beneath his body, his heat seeping through thin pajamas and skin, urging the brunette on.
Swallowing a sultry moan and undoing button by button, he could feel the dirty blond harden. He could feel this excitement bubble up inside him, settle down in his stomach and he tentatively ground against the boy pinned down.
Chiaki gasped, not that shy anymore, not when his parents weren't at home, not when Masayuki bit down on his throat, making him shiver with heat.
He moved down, kiss by kiss, nip by nip, down along Chiaki's chest, stomach, dipping his tongue into the small belly button, enjoying every little sound and twitch.
And then, with his fingers hooked on the waistband of the white pants, he kissed further, his own pulse rushing in his ears as he was afraid he might go too far. Yet, he was eager to continue, having this idea nagging his mind ever since he overheard a conversation between his parents and Aki about lips, tongues and how good they could feel.
Therefore, he tugged the pants down, exposing the blond. His mouth went dry.
Not good.
He threw the clothing off the bed and looked down at Chiaki, how his chest heaved, his eyes glinted and he knew this was right. Gulping down his concerns, he lowered, kneeling between Chiaki's now spread legs, lapping his pierced tongue against the swollen head. The blond jerked a little, his whole body being oversensitive with anticipation.
Taking the head into his mouth was instantly rewarded with a sultry moan and pushed away any obstacles. He tried to remember anything he heard from Aki, gathered from television or seen in Suzume's doujinshi stack. He wrapped his fingers around the base and started to bob his head, slowly, gathering saliva in his mouth, closing his lips tightly around the hard member and rubbing his stud against the shaft. He had only a vague idea that he was doing this right, all he could tell was that Chiaki seemed to enjoy it, that it made him gasp a little louder, grip the sheets and let his belly muscles twitch.
He sped up, tried to swirl his tongue and add a little more suction. His second hand slipped into his own pants, forcing him to balance everything with his legs and especially thighs.
It wouldn't take long, he could already taste it. The bitter, salty essence, making him heady.
The sharp intakes of air, the moans, the relentless moves of Chiaki's legs beside his head, the very pulse he could feel between his lips, then, a hand entangling fingers with his hair, not sure if it was ought to push or pull. It all added to the heat building up inside of Masayuki, making him groan around the blond's hard member in his mouth, receiving another memorable sound for the slight vibration. He was afraid he'd come before Chiaki reached his -
Hot liquid gushed into his mouth, the rigid flesh twitching with every spurt as fingers dug into his scalp and a rich, lovable moan filled the room. Without wasting any second thoughts, Masayuki swallowed, sucked to clean Chiaki, licked every inch he could reach.
He released the now slowly softening member and pressed his forehead against the blond's thigh, pumping himself fast and hard, letting his arousal be voiced. As he came, Chiaki stroked his hair with a shaky hand.
He cleaned his tainted digits on his pants, pulled them off and threw them on Chiaki's. Crawling up to lie down beside the other he pulled the blanket with him to cover up their naked bodies.
Their eyes met. Their hands met, entwined, held. A smile, a kiss, soft and endearing.
Now, eleven years later, this was so different and yet the very same.
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I SO DID NOT WRITE THIS *RUNS*
This was supposed to be a teeth crumbling sweet mother's day story. *headdesks*
Author: unna_rainchaser
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Romance, sex
Pairings: Saga/Shou, Hiroto/Uruha
Disclaimer: Not mine, no harm intended.
Comments: Uhdewdcnakbfivnrgkesulvgs.
Rainchaser's Archive
______________________________
You could regard to this as a sidestory/flashback/yaddayadda to my jrock children series.
______________________________
It had been a beautiful day. The sun was shining, a faint, warm breeze toyed with leaves and a wind chime on Saga and Shou's porch.
The couple had chosen the garden swing to lie down upon and relax. Saga had his head on Shou's chest, the vocal playing with a curly strand, as they watched their son and Masayuki try to whistle on a blade of grass.
"Cute, aren't they?" Shou whispered.
Saga simply nodded and closed his eyes again.
"I wonder who'll grow taller." He mused, smiling at how well the boys seemed to get along. No fighting, no mean pranks, just an innocent friendship.
"Chiaki, I guess. Isn't he already half an inch ahead?" Saga spoke softly, readjusting his arm around Shou's middle.
"Or Masayuki will end up as tall as his mother and our boy just as tall as you."
"What do you mean, Just as tall?" Saga looked up at his lover, faking offense.
Shou grinned at him. "You're not as tall as me or Uruha, ne?" He kissed the tip of Saga's nose. "But you're definitely a well grown man, love."
Saga pulled himself up a little so he could reach Shou's lips to kiss him, tasting his chuckle.
- - -
"Chiaki, why do parents kiss each other different from kissing us?" Masayuki asked, looking at the men on the porch, embraced and lost in each other.
"My dad said because he loves me differently." The slightly younger boy answered, pulling apart grass.
"They kiss like that most of the time, ne." He pointed at the couple. "But us they only peck."
"I know." Chiaki, too, watched his parents. "Dad said he kisses mom like that because they are lovers."
"Lovers?"
"Yeah. Your parents are lovers too. They kiss like that too. Right?" He looked at his friend.
"Right!" Masayuki piped. "But I want a kiss like that too!"
"But your mom and dad won't kiss you like that! You're not lovers with them." Chiaki tried to explain, still unsure what this whole lovers thing was about.
Masayuki pursed his lips, his little mind working hard to figure out a solution. "I could be lovers with you."
"You could?"
"Yes! My dad said you are lovers with the one you like the most. And I like you this much!" He spread his arms to make his point. "And you really, really miss the one when you're not with him."
"You miss me?"
"I do! I like being with you. I miss going to sleep with you." Masayuki pouted, his father’s genes obvious.
Chiaki smiled. He missed him too, at night. Staying together for a whole week while Uruha and Hiroto went on an extra honeymoon made him quite comfortable to share his room with the other boy. Actually, sharing a bed with him was the most comfortable thing he had experienced so far. "Should we ask my mom if you can stay tonight?"
"Can I kiss you first?"
It had been their first kiss. Not a peck on the cheek, not a quick press of lips. It had been a real one, a soft touch, a sweet moment shared between two young boys four and a half years old, created by curiosity and friendship.
- - -
Now, eleven years later, they understood quite well what lovers meant.
Now, eleven years later, they kissed in a different flavor, being hungry for each other, for more contact, getting closer, as close as they already had been emotionally but never physically.
Now, eleven years later, they kissed feverishly, Masayuki straddling the other on the bed in the middle of the night, not to hold him in place, just to feel him beneath his body, his heat seeping through thin pajamas and skin, urging the brunette on.
Swallowing a sultry moan and undoing button by button, he could feel the dirty blond harden. He could feel this excitement bubble up inside him, settle down in his stomach and he tentatively ground against the boy pinned down.
Chiaki gasped, not that shy anymore, not when his parents weren't at home, not when Masayuki bit down on his throat, making him shiver with heat.
He moved down, kiss by kiss, nip by nip, down along Chiaki's chest, stomach, dipping his tongue into the small belly button, enjoying every little sound and twitch.
And then, with his fingers hooked on the waistband of the white pants, he kissed further, his own pulse rushing in his ears as he was afraid he might go too far. Yet, he was eager to continue, having this idea nagging his mind ever since he overheard a conversation between his parents and Aki about lips, tongues and how good they could feel.
Therefore, he tugged the pants down, exposing the blond. His mouth went dry.
Not good.
He threw the clothing off the bed and looked down at Chiaki, how his chest heaved, his eyes glinted and he knew this was right. Gulping down his concerns, he lowered, kneeling between Chiaki's now spread legs, lapping his pierced tongue against the swollen head. The blond jerked a little, his whole body being oversensitive with anticipation.
Taking the head into his mouth was instantly rewarded with a sultry moan and pushed away any obstacles. He tried to remember anything he heard from Aki, gathered from television or seen in Suzume's doujinshi stack. He wrapped his fingers around the base and started to bob his head, slowly, gathering saliva in his mouth, closing his lips tightly around the hard member and rubbing his stud against the shaft. He had only a vague idea that he was doing this right, all he could tell was that Chiaki seemed to enjoy it, that it made him gasp a little louder, grip the sheets and let his belly muscles twitch.
He sped up, tried to swirl his tongue and add a little more suction. His second hand slipped into his own pants, forcing him to balance everything with his legs and especially thighs.
It wouldn't take long, he could already taste it. The bitter, salty essence, making him heady.
The sharp intakes of air, the moans, the relentless moves of Chiaki's legs beside his head, the very pulse he could feel between his lips, then, a hand entangling fingers with his hair, not sure if it was ought to push or pull. It all added to the heat building up inside of Masayuki, making him groan around the blond's hard member in his mouth, receiving another memorable sound for the slight vibration. He was afraid he'd come before Chiaki reached his -
Hot liquid gushed into his mouth, the rigid flesh twitching with every spurt as fingers dug into his scalp and a rich, lovable moan filled the room. Without wasting any second thoughts, Masayuki swallowed, sucked to clean Chiaki, licked every inch he could reach.
He released the now slowly softening member and pressed his forehead against the blond's thigh, pumping himself fast and hard, letting his arousal be voiced. As he came, Chiaki stroked his hair with a shaky hand.
He cleaned his tainted digits on his pants, pulled them off and threw them on Chiaki's. Crawling up to lie down beside the other he pulled the blanket with him to cover up their naked bodies.
Their eyes met. Their hands met, entwined, held. A smile, a kiss, soft and endearing.
Now, eleven years later, this was so different and yet the very same.
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I SO DID NOT WRITE THIS *RUNS*
This was supposed to be a teeth crumbling sweet mother's day story. *headdesks*