Tattoo
Title - Tattoo
Author - unwritten_ideas
Rating - NC-17
Word Count - 976
Pairing - Gackt x Jon
Disclaimer - don’t own squat and if I did, I’d be posting this with pictures
Summary - Gackt has a new tattoo, and Jon wants to see it
Notes - working on the assumption that Gackt isn't trolling us, and that the tattoo on his back is real. Inspired by his tweets yesterday.
The floor was harsh and hurting his knees, but that hardly seemed to matter when the rest of him felt so good.
He couldn’t see the man with him, but that didn’t seem to matter either, at least not when he could feel the strong body behind him, the hands that lightly teased his stomach and harshly gripped his cock, and the hard length inside him.
He was on his knees but remained upright, thighs parted and quivering at every thrust from the man behind him. He leaned back, stretching out his flat stomach and abs until his back found the solid chest of the other man. His head fell back and came to rest upon a sharp shoulder and the rapid movements of the other man’s hips stopped.
But that was okay. He could still feel the man inside him and hands were exploring his body, tracing his abs, pinching his nipples, framing his hips and stroking his cock.
It was a welcome respite.
All too soon his partner removed his hands and pushed him forward, breaking the back to chest contact and forcing his head from the other man’s shoulder. He grunted a complaint as the attention of those hands had felt so good and he didn’t want to lose it, but made no comment as he was soon reminded of exactly why he was on his knees and upright in the first place.
There was a tongue tracing his shoulders, licking up the sweat and following the curve of the bone. Fingers followed, dancing lightly across his skin until they found their goal, in-between his shoulder blades.
His new tattoo.
Jon had wanted to fuck him from behind just so that he could stare at that tattoo. And Gackt, always eager to take any advantage he had in order to get the best sex from his latest bed mate, had readily agreed.
Gackt hummed as Jon traced the outline of his tattoo with his tongue, taking care to map out the design the best he could despite the slightly awkward angle he’d contorted his back into. He was still inside Gackt, who was just as hot and tight and willing yet combative as he had been on the previous rare occasions that they’d done this.
Jon found himself wondering why they didn’t do it more often.
Jon’s left arm wrapped around Gackt’s stomach and Gackt gripped onto his forearm tightly with a strength that he knew had to hurt, but he had no other pressure setting right now other than ‘painful’. He knew Jon could handle it though and merely gripped him tighter. He pulled Jon’s arm away from his stomach and held it up so it was in line with his eyes.
This close, Gackt felt like he could almost see the individual needle marks that made up the solid black ink that decorated Jon’s forearm. He ran his nose along the thickest of the filled in lines and Gackt was hit by the heady aroma that clung to Jon’s skin, a mixture of sweat, sex and cologne that was by now, more Platinum Egoiste than whatever brand Jon had actually chosen to wear today.
Gackt loved being able to smell himself on his lovers. He loved it even more when other people could too.
Gackt jerked in surprise when he felt teeth nip his skin and tattoo, but relaxed when the bitten area was thoroughly licked better. He knew Jon liked it rough, so he bit him back. He also knew that as Jon’s pale skin bruised easily, he was going to have a bruise the size of Gackt’s mouth on his arm the next day.
Physically marking his lovers... Something else Gackt loved.
When Jon had first met Gackt, back when his hair was long and black and YFC was nothing but a little idea flickering at the corner of Gackt’s crazy mind, Gackt had told him that he didn’t like tattoos. He didn’t like the feel of them or to see them desecrating someone’s skin. Jon had shrugged and added ‘tattoos’ to the short mental list of things that he and Gackt disagreed on.
But look at Gackt now. Growling in pleasure whenever Jon’s teeth nipped the design on his back and sucking on Jon’s forearm so harshly that Jon wouldn’t have been surprised to see the ink ripped from his skin. He had never expected Gackt to change his opinion so much, so quickly.
Then again, Jon had never expected to get Gackt on his knees either, but life had always had a strange way of proving him wrong in the most delightful of ways.
Jon had told Gackt that once, when they were lying in Gackt’s too huge bed in his too large room with his too large waterfall that drove Jon insane with its too much noise. Gackt had laughed and shrugged his shoulders before replying that sex was sex and that he didn’t care about roles or positions as long as it was good.
He’d then proceeded to fuck Jon through the mattress.
That’s why they were here, naked, sweaty and surrounded by the mirrors that covered the walls in Gackt’s training room. Jon had been sneaking glances at Gackt’s tattoo ever since the day he’d first come back from the tattoo parlour and when he had approached Gackt with desire burning in his eyes, Gackt had seen the opportunity for some really, really good sex.
And that’s all this was. It’s all it had ever been between them and all that it ever could be. They both knew that. As Jon started moving again, thrusting in and out of Gackt in controlled, long and slow movements as the sweat running down Gackt’s back made his new tattoo shine under the strength of the artificial lighting overhead; Jon knew that was all he wanted too.
~owari
Notes
1) As I wanted Gackt to latch onto a tattoo as well, it meant that it had to be Jon (could have been Shinya, I guess... XD)
2) Ha, I wrote Jon topping Gackt. I said I would at some point! Gackt genuinely doesn't care how the sex happens, as long as it happens!
Author - unwritten_ideas
Rating - NC-17
Word Count - 976
Pairing - Gackt x Jon
Disclaimer - don’t own squat and if I did, I’d be posting this with pictures
Summary - Gackt has a new tattoo, and Jon wants to see it
Notes - working on the assumption that Gackt isn't trolling us, and that the tattoo on his back is real. Inspired by his tweets yesterday.
The floor was harsh and hurting his knees, but that hardly seemed to matter when the rest of him felt so good.
He couldn’t see the man with him, but that didn’t seem to matter either, at least not when he could feel the strong body behind him, the hands that lightly teased his stomach and harshly gripped his cock, and the hard length inside him.
He was on his knees but remained upright, thighs parted and quivering at every thrust from the man behind him. He leaned back, stretching out his flat stomach and abs until his back found the solid chest of the other man. His head fell back and came to rest upon a sharp shoulder and the rapid movements of the other man’s hips stopped.
But that was okay. He could still feel the man inside him and hands were exploring his body, tracing his abs, pinching his nipples, framing his hips and stroking his cock.
It was a welcome respite.
All too soon his partner removed his hands and pushed him forward, breaking the back to chest contact and forcing his head from the other man’s shoulder. He grunted a complaint as the attention of those hands had felt so good and he didn’t want to lose it, but made no comment as he was soon reminded of exactly why he was on his knees and upright in the first place.
There was a tongue tracing his shoulders, licking up the sweat and following the curve of the bone. Fingers followed, dancing lightly across his skin until they found their goal, in-between his shoulder blades.
His new tattoo.
Jon had wanted to fuck him from behind just so that he could stare at that tattoo. And Gackt, always eager to take any advantage he had in order to get the best sex from his latest bed mate, had readily agreed.
Gackt hummed as Jon traced the outline of his tattoo with his tongue, taking care to map out the design the best he could despite the slightly awkward angle he’d contorted his back into. He was still inside Gackt, who was just as hot and tight and willing yet combative as he had been on the previous rare occasions that they’d done this.
Jon found himself wondering why they didn’t do it more often.
Jon’s left arm wrapped around Gackt’s stomach and Gackt gripped onto his forearm tightly with a strength that he knew had to hurt, but he had no other pressure setting right now other than ‘painful’. He knew Jon could handle it though and merely gripped him tighter. He pulled Jon’s arm away from his stomach and held it up so it was in line with his eyes.
This close, Gackt felt like he could almost see the individual needle marks that made up the solid black ink that decorated Jon’s forearm. He ran his nose along the thickest of the filled in lines and Gackt was hit by the heady aroma that clung to Jon’s skin, a mixture of sweat, sex and cologne that was by now, more Platinum Egoiste than whatever brand Jon had actually chosen to wear today.
Gackt loved being able to smell himself on his lovers. He loved it even more when other people could too.
Gackt jerked in surprise when he felt teeth nip his skin and tattoo, but relaxed when the bitten area was thoroughly licked better. He knew Jon liked it rough, so he bit him back. He also knew that as Jon’s pale skin bruised easily, he was going to have a bruise the size of Gackt’s mouth on his arm the next day.
Physically marking his lovers... Something else Gackt loved.
When Jon had first met Gackt, back when his hair was long and black and YFC was nothing but a little idea flickering at the corner of Gackt’s crazy mind, Gackt had told him that he didn’t like tattoos. He didn’t like the feel of them or to see them desecrating someone’s skin. Jon had shrugged and added ‘tattoos’ to the short mental list of things that he and Gackt disagreed on.
But look at Gackt now. Growling in pleasure whenever Jon’s teeth nipped the design on his back and sucking on Jon’s forearm so harshly that Jon wouldn’t have been surprised to see the ink ripped from his skin. He had never expected Gackt to change his opinion so much, so quickly.
Then again, Jon had never expected to get Gackt on his knees either, but life had always had a strange way of proving him wrong in the most delightful of ways.
Jon had told Gackt that once, when they were lying in Gackt’s too huge bed in his too large room with his too large waterfall that drove Jon insane with its too much noise. Gackt had laughed and shrugged his shoulders before replying that sex was sex and that he didn’t care about roles or positions as long as it was good.
He’d then proceeded to fuck Jon through the mattress.
That’s why they were here, naked, sweaty and surrounded by the mirrors that covered the walls in Gackt’s training room. Jon had been sneaking glances at Gackt’s tattoo ever since the day he’d first come back from the tattoo parlour and when he had approached Gackt with desire burning in his eyes, Gackt had seen the opportunity for some really, really good sex.
And that’s all this was. It’s all it had ever been between them and all that it ever could be. They both knew that. As Jon started moving again, thrusting in and out of Gackt in controlled, long and slow movements as the sweat running down Gackt’s back made his new tattoo shine under the strength of the artificial lighting overhead; Jon knew that was all he wanted too.
~owari
Notes
1) As I wanted Gackt to latch onto a tattoo as well, it meant that it had to be Jon (could have been Shinya, I guess... XD)
2) Ha, I wrote Jon topping Gackt. I said I would at some point! Gackt genuinely doesn't care how the sex happens, as long as it happens!