Agitated Screams of Lust : Masks | Dir en Grey x the GazettE | KyoxRuki
Agitated Screams of Lust : Masks | Dir en Grey x the GazettE | KyoxRuki
Title: Agitated Screams of Lust : Masks
Chapter: one-shot
Author: warumono_girl
Prompt: . Amaurophilia for jfetish_15
genre: shameless smut XD
Band(s): Dir en Grey x The GazettE
Pairing: KyoxRuki
Rating: Nc-17 in all of them to be safe.
Warnings: mansex.
Summary: " Your lips, parted and trembling, let some curses pass trough them, making harsh demands that I comply promptly"
Notes: I'm writing it for jfetish_15, so every story will be slight connected, but they can be read as one-shots. Thanks and more thanks to my beloived beat visualkeiwhore that revised this fic for me ;)
Agitated Screams of Lust : Masks
He couldn't see anything. His eyes showed him nothing besides darkness, making his senses high, allowing him to hear every single breath of mine.
- So, I guess I need to say it again, don't I ?
His body shivers, showing to me how much at mercy he is. I can almost taste the anticipation in the ways his fingers curled themselves at the sheets.
- No, you don't.
My hand clashes with his cheek, the sounding resonating over the silent room and making him aware of my criticism of his words. He should know better than this. He should know better than most of his actions today.
- Sorry, Kyo-sama.
- You don't seem sorry enough.
The moment the words passed through my lips, I could feel myself growing angry, the hatred feeling of the earlier sight enhancing the desire to have him pleading my name and my name only.
- You should have never let anyone touch you.
I gave him no time to answer me before I let the lash connect with his fresh skin, the angry red lines left there by the crop changing the alluring image of his body into a lust filled picture of sinful desire.
The soft gasp that leaves his lips is weak and controlled, almost as if he were trying hard to not moan, to deny that he wants nothing but the harsh kiss of the leather at his skin.
I caress his thighs, letting my fingers pass over the cuts, smearing the tiny red droplets over him. He is almost too enticing to be kept mute. I yearned for his moan and his whimper, for that crying voice of his that can make me want him even more.
Getting far from the bed, I let myself appreciate my own work, the luring picture that he formed laying down on my dark sheets; naked, hands locked at his sides, while his legs were held far apart by silken ropes tied to the bed's end.
I feel my own pants growing tighter to the point of it being almost unbearable, but before I can reach the zipper, I hear the soft melodious sound of his voice, the almost not there whimper that leaves his lips in the form of my name.
- Pleading so soon?
The loud groan that punctuated my words was clear enough for me to see. I get near him, hovering over his head, letting my tongue moisten his ear and breathing softly afterwards.
- I'm the only one that can touch you, Ruki. And the only one for who you are allowed to show yourself to.
A buck of his hips and the silent sound that escaped his parted lips showed me how much he was yearning for it. I laughed softly at his ear, letting my hand hover aimlessly at his body, stopping to play with a nipple and letting my mouth nip and bite at his neck.
- You still didn't answer me.
I was starting to doubt myself if I could really get through with his supposed punishment, seeing as my own member started to ache for attention more and more at every second.
- I… I'm sorry Kyo-sama
His words were choked with sobs and the dark tune of desperation. His arousal standing, red and swollen, locked at the black ring, was probably in a very similar state of mine. A little worse, perhaps.
Licking at his cheek I let my hands travel south, near his aching cock, and squeezed it rather painfully, bathing myself in the strangled cry that passed his lips and the way his back arched off the bed at the same time his nails clawed themselves at the mattress, holding onto it for dear life.
He barely noticed the moment that I left his sides, settling myself between his legs and clawing my nails at his thighs, feeling the soft flesh give away beneath my fingers and the red tune set over the pale milk skin. The sight of his head thrown back, his labored breath coming ragged over his lips and his beautiful body sprawled at the bed, tinted with a faint red color from the arousal that surely danced at his eyes, simply waiting for me to take him was too much, too damn tempting for me to pass. I bit at his stomach, making him shudder and whimper meaningless curses and pleads. No matter how much I would love to keep up with this, my own need was starting to grow too big, my body aching for him, needing that devilish body more than anything.
Clawing at his waist, I bit his lower lip, easing myself in him. The dry entrance made him cry out and tug at his bonds, his body shaking with too much intensity, and right then I could feel how much he liked that, the feeling of that pain, the lascivious movements of his hips, trying hard to arch towards me, making me groan and thrust harder, almost tearing his insides apart. A groan escapes my own lips and my eyes shut at the painful heat that suddenly engulfed me. I stilled for some time, calming down a little, desiring more than to finish it too soon, wanting to hear his pleading voice more and more tonight, making sure that the only name that he would cry would be mine.
I hear him sobbing and at that time nothing could have been more arousing, the weak spasms of his hips showing me that his sobs were not from pain, but from the emerging desire that was he denied. I smirked.
- Kyo. . . please. . .
That is it, exactly the melody I've waited to hear the entire night, the sound of his voice spelling my name with so much desperation, so much need that it could cut at his own flesh.
I take pity on him and thrust hard, making him slip on the bed and his head almost collide with the headboard. His voice crying out loud with what seemed like a mix of my name and a long moan. Nothing can turn me on more than his voice here, like this. I ram into him harder with every time, rather conscious of the blood flowing out of him over the merciless treatment I give his body, his weak limbs trying their best to meet me halfway at every thrust, and even so the only words that pass his lips are choked moans and pleads to go on, the whimpered tune of my name being spilled time after time.
I lick at his chest, the mixed taste of his skin and the salty spice of his sweat making me almost insane, the urge in me growing quickly. I increase the pace of my hips while swiftly removing the ring from his member, a chocked moan being my only reward as I seem to found the right spot.
His voice has claimed the entire room, growing louder and louder, spilling obscenities mixed with pleads for more and the melodious tune of my name being spilled with so much raw need. I kiss him hard, swallowing his voice and mixing his moans with groans of mine, licking at his bottom lip and tightening my hold at his hips. I barely realize the moment that it all had grown too much for him to take, the second where he spilled himself all over our stomachs, coating us with his seed. My hand makes its way to his hair, pulling at it and allowing me access to his throat. I bit hard at him, the way he tightens at me making me slam into his oversensitive body merciless, the erratic pace showing the neediness in my body. I almost didn't realize his name leaving my lips on the moment my orgasm hits me.
I fall down on his body, my head hidden in his neck, while one of my hands still entangled at his dark auburn locks. Both our breaths are ragged, the air being pulled forcefully out of our lungs, and suddenly a weird sense of fear runs through me. I look at him; a strange apprehension grows at my body as I softly remove the blindfold .He blinks a couple of times, adjusting his eyes at the room and looks at me, his eyes showing nothing at all, and making any anxiousness to take a part in me.
Looking at him, I feel the urge to say something, but before I could muster anything, I hear his sigh. His gaze is locked on mine, almost waiting for me to say something.
- You. . .-
- I'm yours. And I know that and I wouldn't have it any other way.
That certainly wasn't what I was expecting. All the apprehension and anxiousness in me was shattered. Suddenly I realized why I had blindfolded him earlier. His eyes scare me. They hold too much of his truths.
- I bet you wouldn't.
And that was all I could say before releasing him of his bonds and setting him into a comfortable position in the bed. Minutes after he had fallen asleep, I was still up, looking at his marred chest. Somehow I hoped the marks wouldn't disappear, so he would have something to remind him were he belongs.
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I was having a hard time figuring out which fetish this fic implied. I mean, I could have put kinda few ;P
Title: Agitated Screams of Lust : Masks
Chapter: one-shot
Author: warumono_girl
Prompt: . Amaurophilia for jfetish_15
genre: shameless smut XD
Band(s): Dir en Grey x The GazettE
Pairing: KyoxRuki
Rating: Nc-17 in all of them to be safe.
Warnings: mansex.
Summary: " Your lips, parted and trembling, let some curses pass trough them, making harsh demands that I comply promptly"
Notes: I'm writing it for jfetish_15, so every story will be slight connected, but they can be read as one-shots. Thanks and more thanks to my beloived beat visualkeiwhore that revised this fic for me ;)
Agitated Screams of Lust : Masks
He couldn't see anything. His eyes showed him nothing besides darkness, making his senses high, allowing him to hear every single breath of mine.
- So, I guess I need to say it again, don't I ?
His body shivers, showing to me how much at mercy he is. I can almost taste the anticipation in the ways his fingers curled themselves at the sheets.
- No, you don't.
My hand clashes with his cheek, the sounding resonating over the silent room and making him aware of my criticism of his words. He should know better than this. He should know better than most of his actions today.
- Sorry, Kyo-sama.
- You don't seem sorry enough.
The moment the words passed through my lips, I could feel myself growing angry, the hatred feeling of the earlier sight enhancing the desire to have him pleading my name and my name only.
- You should have never let anyone touch you.
I gave him no time to answer me before I let the lash connect with his fresh skin, the angry red lines left there by the crop changing the alluring image of his body into a lust filled picture of sinful desire.
The soft gasp that leaves his lips is weak and controlled, almost as if he were trying hard to not moan, to deny that he wants nothing but the harsh kiss of the leather at his skin.
I caress his thighs, letting my fingers pass over the cuts, smearing the tiny red droplets over him. He is almost too enticing to be kept mute. I yearned for his moan and his whimper, for that crying voice of his that can make me want him even more.
Getting far from the bed, I let myself appreciate my own work, the luring picture that he formed laying down on my dark sheets; naked, hands locked at his sides, while his legs were held far apart by silken ropes tied to the bed's end.
I feel my own pants growing tighter to the point of it being almost unbearable, but before I can reach the zipper, I hear the soft melodious sound of his voice, the almost not there whimper that leaves his lips in the form of my name.
- Pleading so soon?
The loud groan that punctuated my words was clear enough for me to see. I get near him, hovering over his head, letting my tongue moisten his ear and breathing softly afterwards.
- I'm the only one that can touch you, Ruki. And the only one for who you are allowed to show yourself to.
A buck of his hips and the silent sound that escaped his parted lips showed me how much he was yearning for it. I laughed softly at his ear, letting my hand hover aimlessly at his body, stopping to play with a nipple and letting my mouth nip and bite at his neck.
- You still didn't answer me.
I was starting to doubt myself if I could really get through with his supposed punishment, seeing as my own member started to ache for attention more and more at every second.
- I… I'm sorry Kyo-sama
His words were choked with sobs and the dark tune of desperation. His arousal standing, red and swollen, locked at the black ring, was probably in a very similar state of mine. A little worse, perhaps.
Licking at his cheek I let my hands travel south, near his aching cock, and squeezed it rather painfully, bathing myself in the strangled cry that passed his lips and the way his back arched off the bed at the same time his nails clawed themselves at the mattress, holding onto it for dear life.
He barely noticed the moment that I left his sides, settling myself between his legs and clawing my nails at his thighs, feeling the soft flesh give away beneath my fingers and the red tune set over the pale milk skin. The sight of his head thrown back, his labored breath coming ragged over his lips and his beautiful body sprawled at the bed, tinted with a faint red color from the arousal that surely danced at his eyes, simply waiting for me to take him was too much, too damn tempting for me to pass. I bit at his stomach, making him shudder and whimper meaningless curses and pleads. No matter how much I would love to keep up with this, my own need was starting to grow too big, my body aching for him, needing that devilish body more than anything.
Clawing at his waist, I bit his lower lip, easing myself in him. The dry entrance made him cry out and tug at his bonds, his body shaking with too much intensity, and right then I could feel how much he liked that, the feeling of that pain, the lascivious movements of his hips, trying hard to arch towards me, making me groan and thrust harder, almost tearing his insides apart. A groan escapes my own lips and my eyes shut at the painful heat that suddenly engulfed me. I stilled for some time, calming down a little, desiring more than to finish it too soon, wanting to hear his pleading voice more and more tonight, making sure that the only name that he would cry would be mine.
I hear him sobbing and at that time nothing could have been more arousing, the weak spasms of his hips showing me that his sobs were not from pain, but from the emerging desire that was he denied. I smirked.
- Kyo. . . please. . .
That is it, exactly the melody I've waited to hear the entire night, the sound of his voice spelling my name with so much desperation, so much need that it could cut at his own flesh.
I take pity on him and thrust hard, making him slip on the bed and his head almost collide with the headboard. His voice crying out loud with what seemed like a mix of my name and a long moan. Nothing can turn me on more than his voice here, like this. I ram into him harder with every time, rather conscious of the blood flowing out of him over the merciless treatment I give his body, his weak limbs trying their best to meet me halfway at every thrust, and even so the only words that pass his lips are choked moans and pleads to go on, the whimpered tune of my name being spilled time after time.
I lick at his chest, the mixed taste of his skin and the salty spice of his sweat making me almost insane, the urge in me growing quickly. I increase the pace of my hips while swiftly removing the ring from his member, a chocked moan being my only reward as I seem to found the right spot.
His voice has claimed the entire room, growing louder and louder, spilling obscenities mixed with pleads for more and the melodious tune of my name being spilled with so much raw need. I kiss him hard, swallowing his voice and mixing his moans with groans of mine, licking at his bottom lip and tightening my hold at his hips. I barely realize the moment that it all had grown too much for him to take, the second where he spilled himself all over our stomachs, coating us with his seed. My hand makes its way to his hair, pulling at it and allowing me access to his throat. I bit hard at him, the way he tightens at me making me slam into his oversensitive body merciless, the erratic pace showing the neediness in my body. I almost didn't realize his name leaving my lips on the moment my orgasm hits me.
I fall down on his body, my head hidden in his neck, while one of my hands still entangled at his dark auburn locks. Both our breaths are ragged, the air being pulled forcefully out of our lungs, and suddenly a weird sense of fear runs through me. I look at him; a strange apprehension grows at my body as I softly remove the blindfold .He blinks a couple of times, adjusting his eyes at the room and looks at me, his eyes showing nothing at all, and making any anxiousness to take a part in me.
Looking at him, I feel the urge to say something, but before I could muster anything, I hear his sigh. His gaze is locked on mine, almost waiting for me to say something.
- You. . .-
- I'm yours. And I know that and I wouldn't have it any other way.
That certainly wasn't what I was expecting. All the apprehension and anxiousness in me was shattered. Suddenly I realized why I had blindfolded him earlier. His eyes scare me. They hold too much of his truths.
- I bet you wouldn't.
And that was all I could say before releasing him of his bonds and setting him into a comfortable position in the bed. Minutes after he had fallen asleep, I was still up, looking at his marred chest. Somehow I hoped the marks wouldn't disappear, so he would have something to remind him were he belongs.
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I was having a hard time figuring out which fetish this fic implied. I mean, I could have put kinda few ;P