Resonance- A natural disaster
Title: Resonance- A natural disaster
chapter: 2/?
Author: warumono_girl
Band/Pairing: KyoxRuki (Dir en grey x The Gazette)
Genre: angst,pwp.
Disclaimer: Don’t own.
Rating: nc-17.
Warnings: malexmale sex, submissive/dominant behavior
Summary: He had told me that I was his, not alone anymore, but being owned can really erase one’s solitude?
Balance
A natural disaster
I can hear the engine dying on me, the warmth of the car going dull. Looking around I bathe in the so familiar parking lot. How many times over the last ten year have I been here? Maybe a bit less than that in the beginning and far more than one at these days. Every concert hall has it own memories. Every artist can chunk a bit of them when passing over corridors and backstage where he had shine, why would it be different with me? I open the backdoor with ease, already used to the weight of the metal bars. It’s ironic how I can smell the acrid taste of an ending concert. While lazing around, staff people pass by me, some intrigued at my figure, probably realizing who I am. Most of them won’t spare me more than a glance. I feel homey. The sweat and hurried shouts, the cables being lifted over people heads. Reita would be mad if he knew I escaped that quickly off our own concert after party just to put myself here, at the fussiness of another one.
I keep my head down while follow the steps that my heart would never forget. Opening a small door, I gaze around and see that it’s empty, just as it’s mean to be while the stars were shinning onto stage. The crew started to cheer and laugh. The music diminished into a sobbing ending. His music was so much like him. I sit myself into on the long forgotten couch that has been here for at least the past five years. It was worn and used, but at the same time comfy. Like a ragged sweater that you dwell about getting rid of. Worn, used and comfy. The feelings were so similar that it sounded as a bad joke.
I hear the chat going louder and realized they’re probably heading here. I stay still, my head still down, my eyes focused onto my hands at my lap. The oversized sweater I had on making nothing to keep myself warm into the harsh treatment of the air conditioning. I hear a door opening and someone walking inside. I look up and manage a small and shy smile at his bewildered face. I swear the man thought he was seeing a ghost. The nervousness was very apparent on him, the uneasiness, but he keeps his eyes on me, almost searching for something. I could see a lot of things passing through his mind. Wondering, sadness, tiredness, even a bit of anger, but what made me almost gasp was the last one. Pity. I surely never expected that. I was grateful for Shinya stepping on the room quickly after Kaoru had entered. He broke the awkward moment with a soft nod in my direction, just to acknowledge that I was there and that it was nothing to fuss around. We have never talked with each other, I only know them as much as their fans do, but even so, I have always got the feeling that the quiet drummer always had the right way to deal with strange situations.
The moment Shinya greeted me everyone looked at couch, I could sense the questions that were not to be asked on their lips, the eyes that wanted to say but were too afraid to step onto unknown stones. Everyone could hear the grunt of displeasure that belonged to no one but him. He hated people being on his way, and most of all he hates when thing don’t go the way he want it. That was actually the only thing that makes me shift at my seat. I couldn’t even start to imagine his reaction to seeing me here. It was like a silent agreement. We never intrude into each other lives. The only moment that I’m allowed to be his is at his bedroom or eventually at my place. I shrill pass through me. I hope I’m not crossing to the point of no return.
With a bit of displeasure he makes himself into the room. I could almost feel the shocked gazes of his band mates at the fact that he would surely notice me there, and no one, not especially I could imagine what reaction we would get. He looked at Kaoru probably trying to realize why was everyone so quietly standing still. Their doubts were almost as big as mine, and I shifted uncomfortably at the couch, head down. I could see Kaoru dismissing Kyo’s gaze with a soft move of his hands, almost like saying ‘never mind’.
Everyone’s attentions shifted back to Kyo, including my own. We were all waiting for his next move, and I couldn’t say that I was assured of what was to come. I was surely afraid, but at the same time, it was there, the thrill and the feeling of being alive. By just resting my eyes at his form I could feel my ripped soul bleed again and It never made me so satisfied than that.
Kyo looked around, probably searching the disturbance reason. His eyes briefly locked onto mine, and as my breath almost stopped, we shared no sound. He nodded at me, and I gave one back in return, and he calmly walked over at one of the counter chairs, near where Kaoru had seated himself. He promptly ignored every single person alive in the room, pretty much like he is always used to do, throwing his head back and lazily letting the water bottle into the counter, and resting his hands at his lap.
He was spent, and hurt, and surely tired. I could sense how much he needed his own world right now, a place where no one existed but his own mind. I was never allowed to see him like that, his true being bare, no armor to pierce whoever approaches him. I felt nothing more than jealousy. I couldn’t ignore the fact that his band mates and his staff are so used to seeing these sides of him that everyone was already bothering with their own lives, dressing cleaning and resting. And he was there, lost in his own self, glowing in his own glory, his marred chest, the tattooed backs, all lazily pulled on that chair, like nothing else mattered at that moment. Even less my presence. How pitiful of me. Just then I realize that I wished hard that he would have thrown a tantrum, looked at me rapidly, and shoved me out with harsh punctuated words. At least that would have show that he minded me.
Some minutes passed in this dazedly situation, until a staff girl came in, bringing a soft towel in one hand, and bandages and antiseptic in the other. It took me some minutes to guess, but I realized Kyo’s wounds were still open, and bleeding. Softy tracing small red lines over his chest. I think my gaze could easily kill her, the envy so clear at my eyes. She could care for him and touch him, while I shall not even be here. I let out a soft sight that I hope no one noticed.
What am I doing? Why did I rush here, even ignoring Kai’s call at my cell phone back at our revenue parking lot? I can’t understand myself. Do I need to be owned this badly that I can no longer be fully myself? Am I losing all the resolution that I have achieved over 10 year of career over such a stupid reason? How long have passed since our last encounter? Three months maybe? Both of our bands have been touring with the last concert being today, at Tokyo. When those blank moments on the stage started? About two months ago, at our concert in Nagano? It’s incredible how your mind can become so fragile and lost when you are trying to figure out the most important thing in your life. I was never very sharp or smart. But I wouldn’t consider myself this dumb.
The girl handed the stuff over to Kyo and softly excused herself. I felt even dumber now. I was jealous of nothing. I didn’t even know if I was allowed to be jealous, and I think that is what hurt more. I didn’t realized I had already up and walking over to Kyo’s side. Carefully taking the medics out of his hand, keeping my own gaze locked at his for five minutes, while my hands clasped his for the antiseptics and the new towel. I felt Kyo’s hand lessening his grip and lending me the stuff. I put my mind in the task ahead, carefully cleaning his chest, and making sure the cuts won’t open again. I could feel his gaze on me all the time. His muscles tensing at the touch of my hand, and his breath leveling even now and then. I wished I could smile and caress him truly. But I know it’s not my place to do these things these soft meaningless things are allowed to lovers, and I was not his lover.
When had I started to want more than release the void in me? I never realized how the first words I heard on our first meeting made sense, and at the same time were a so pure lie. He had told me that I was his, not alone anymore, but being owned can really erase one’s solitude? I looked at him, finding his own eyes gazing deep inside my soul, like he would always do. This time I didn’t feel fear. It was a kind assurance that made my body shiver. The defiance, lust and possessiveness was always there, glaring at me like sharp blades, but this time something else was making its way behind those dark orbs, and I feel so pitiful that I couldn’t make what it was.
The last scar was cleaned when he pulled my wrist and whispered harshly at my ear.
- Outside. My car.
I’m supposed to be fearful of what is to come. In one way or another, I have broken that silent rule, and more than that, I had penetrated onto his working place, disturbing his life in a way I know he allowed no one to do. I feel brave and stupid at the same time. I wanted to ask, talk, but all I could do was nod briefly, put the stuff aside and calmly walk over the concert hall back door. I was kind of shocked with myself. Every time my thoughts drifted to Kyo it was probably a mess, like an undergoing typhoon that would never settle down. This time it was like a spring river, with soothing sun beams hitting the bottom of it, clear and simple. Maybe I’ve grown a bit over these three months, or maybe I have just realized that it’s better be owned than being alone.
I have just placed myself at his car side, flickering my lighter when I felt someone taking the cigarette out of my hands. I looked back and he was staring at me again, that piercing look making me feel warm. I wanted to say some things, I don’t know, explain myself to him, but no word came to my head. He peacefully finished the cigarette before any of us made any sound.
- Inside.
I turned around to open the door, but he stopped me midways. He closes the passenger’s door and opens the back door to me. I want to ask why, but once I turn around I can feel the lust and the firm grip on my shoulders. I stay silent and get inside. He shuts the door and I wince a bit. I hate to be left alone. I have always hated it, but at the same time my body shiver and tingle with anticipation. I would be lying to myself If I said that I didn’t longed for the touch, the need and the desperation of feeling his skin at mine.
It took more than 10 minutes for him to come back with something on his hands, towels, a pair of cloth pieces that could pass as sheets and a water bottle. He entered the backseat and forcefully pulled me by my hair until our mouth clamped together. Shit. I missed it, the harsh feeling of his tongue, demanding passage, taking whatever he wanted before pulling apart. I blinked twice and realized that my hands were tied with a soft piece of cloth. That was new. Every time he bounded me it would have been with leather, proper handcuffs, straps or even his belt. This time it was soft and that was weird. Softness had never a place when it was the both of us. Everything was raw, intense, lustful and hard. Just like the way he turned me around, almost ripping my shirt and my sweater out of my body, the silence in the car was quickly overcome with my whimpers, our kisses were hard and long, like air was not needed. With my hands tied at my backs I did the best I could to keep myself in place, but I desperately needed his touch. He licked my chest, clawing his nails at my sides, and the moans leaved my mouth almost forgetting where we were. Pulling my hair hard, he bent my head so he could nip at my throat, making me shudder and whimper at his mercy. My body tingles with every touch of his. I felt the skin breaking and the blood flowing scarcely from the scar. My cock ached inside my tight pants, almost pleading to be free. He stopped altogether, looking at me while sat on his heels, kneeled between my legs. I could see the bulge in his pants, probably as bad as mine.
He looked disheveled. It was truly a first. After all these times I have never seen him so bare. It was like his lust was enough to engulf me whole.
- You…
His lips parted but nothing came out of it. He unfastened his belt, and motioned to me to get on with it.
I sat down, my eyes staring his belly, and I had no more than seconds before his hands were pulling my hair hard, making me engulf him in one motion. I could hear him grunting softly, and quickly licked his slit, lavishing his cock as it was the most precious thing on Earth. He let go of my hair, his hands letting go of my body, surely that I would never stop midways. I wanted to hear him more; He would never allow himself to be vocal, not with me at least. Soft pants and deep grunts was all you could expect to tear from his beautiful voice, but that was more than enough to make my pants wet with pre cum.
His breath started to uneven and he made me suck him deeper and deeper with every thrust of his hips. I barely registered the moments his hands fastened something at my neck. The black leather piece. I paused for a moment, eyes locked onto his, and couldn’t even look at his face before being shoved at my belly, face into the sheets he had sprawled over the back seat, my belt quickly unfastened, and pants forgotten somewhere. I braced myself in anticipation, but all that I got was a hard tug at my chin. He twisted my head so he could kiss me hard and long, licking and nipping at my bottom lip until they were swollen and red. I cried hard at the feel of his cold hand at my cock, the feather like touches making me utter little pleads. I know he enjoyed me chanting his name like there was no tomorrow, but I couldn’t hold myself back anymore.
He entered me with no warning, raw and deep, making the pain echo through my body, elating me with so much pleasure that I felt like I would come right there. I trembled and cried out his name, just in time with his first trust. He made sure to trust long and hard, ripping me apart and almost making my head hit the door. His nails clawed at my skin, almost ripping the flesh there, needy and urged. My cock ached and leaked, the friction with the sheets beneath me making me whimper and plead. He yanks my head up, sealing our mouths together and biting hard on my lips, his tongue urges to dominate me and I willingly concede. He licks my lips and lavishes my neck, pounding so hard at me that I can feel my blood sweeping between our bodies.
I can feel his breath rushing up, his muscles tensing and his moves becoming frantic. I rock back at him, needing it as much as he does. My hand, tied at my backs, deny me of touching myself, letting me to grind between him and the sheets, needing any friction I may get. His hands clasped at my member, holding it hard, making me whimper in need. He seems resolute at denying my release, and I know better than defy him. I keep my pace, meeting his thrust halfway, when he suddenly changes his angle, making me cry out loudly. He kept thrusting there, making me shiver and plead. One of his hands went back to my cock, while the other pulled my hair hard. I can feel him pounding deeper and deeper, and my own release getting far too near the edge. He lowered his head down, licking my earlobe and grunting hard. With one more thrust I came, emptying myself and clinging as best as I could to that elating feeling. He kept pounding into me, more frantic now, his nails wandering my backs, cutting the skin and letting sinful red marks along my spine, I could feel him tensing and in one last thrust emptying himself into me. As much as I was spent, I had to battle myself not to get hard again, the feeling of his seed in me, the soft grunts and whimpers almost throwing me to fully hardness.
He let himself fall limp onto my body, but before that, he made sure to release my hands. I almost sighed at the feeling of having my hands free again. I was kind of disappointed to the fact that the soft cloth leaved no marks. I have always enjoyed the scars that were left on my body. It made me company on the nights were I was meant to be kept alone.
He got away from me, and I made a move of getting up also, but he stopped me. He fumbled with some other assets he brought back at the car and got a towel, throwing it at me, he put onto his pants, and walked over to the driver seat. After some minutes, he started the engine, looking back at me.
- My house today.
And that’s all the words we exchanged. I gave him a faint nod to thank him for letting me stay there, lying down, because I could feel how hurt I was and especially how I was afraid of my own actions. I didn’t trusted myself to be near him for five more minutes without muttering words that I know I would regret later.
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Prelude : Resonance- A fine Day to Exit
Previous Series : Behind Closed Eyelids
chapter: 2/?
Author: warumono_girl
Band/Pairing: KyoxRuki (Dir en grey x The Gazette)
Genre: angst,pwp.
Disclaimer: Don’t own.
Rating: nc-17.
Warnings: malexmale sex, submissive/dominant behavior
Summary: He had told me that I was his, not alone anymore, but being owned can really erase one’s solitude?
Balance
A natural disaster
I can hear the engine dying on me, the warmth of the car going dull. Looking around I bathe in the so familiar parking lot. How many times over the last ten year have I been here? Maybe a bit less than that in the beginning and far more than one at these days. Every concert hall has it own memories. Every artist can chunk a bit of them when passing over corridors and backstage where he had shine, why would it be different with me? I open the backdoor with ease, already used to the weight of the metal bars. It’s ironic how I can smell the acrid taste of an ending concert. While lazing around, staff people pass by me, some intrigued at my figure, probably realizing who I am. Most of them won’t spare me more than a glance. I feel homey. The sweat and hurried shouts, the cables being lifted over people heads. Reita would be mad if he knew I escaped that quickly off our own concert after party just to put myself here, at the fussiness of another one.
I keep my head down while follow the steps that my heart would never forget. Opening a small door, I gaze around and see that it’s empty, just as it’s mean to be while the stars were shinning onto stage. The crew started to cheer and laugh. The music diminished into a sobbing ending. His music was so much like him. I sit myself into on the long forgotten couch that has been here for at least the past five years. It was worn and used, but at the same time comfy. Like a ragged sweater that you dwell about getting rid of. Worn, used and comfy. The feelings were so similar that it sounded as a bad joke.
I hear the chat going louder and realized they’re probably heading here. I stay still, my head still down, my eyes focused onto my hands at my lap. The oversized sweater I had on making nothing to keep myself warm into the harsh treatment of the air conditioning. I hear a door opening and someone walking inside. I look up and manage a small and shy smile at his bewildered face. I swear the man thought he was seeing a ghost. The nervousness was very apparent on him, the uneasiness, but he keeps his eyes on me, almost searching for something. I could see a lot of things passing through his mind. Wondering, sadness, tiredness, even a bit of anger, but what made me almost gasp was the last one. Pity. I surely never expected that. I was grateful for Shinya stepping on the room quickly after Kaoru had entered. He broke the awkward moment with a soft nod in my direction, just to acknowledge that I was there and that it was nothing to fuss around. We have never talked with each other, I only know them as much as their fans do, but even so, I have always got the feeling that the quiet drummer always had the right way to deal with strange situations.
The moment Shinya greeted me everyone looked at couch, I could sense the questions that were not to be asked on their lips, the eyes that wanted to say but were too afraid to step onto unknown stones. Everyone could hear the grunt of displeasure that belonged to no one but him. He hated people being on his way, and most of all he hates when thing don’t go the way he want it. That was actually the only thing that makes me shift at my seat. I couldn’t even start to imagine his reaction to seeing me here. It was like a silent agreement. We never intrude into each other lives. The only moment that I’m allowed to be his is at his bedroom or eventually at my place. I shrill pass through me. I hope I’m not crossing to the point of no return.
With a bit of displeasure he makes himself into the room. I could almost feel the shocked gazes of his band mates at the fact that he would surely notice me there, and no one, not especially I could imagine what reaction we would get. He looked at Kaoru probably trying to realize why was everyone so quietly standing still. Their doubts were almost as big as mine, and I shifted uncomfortably at the couch, head down. I could see Kaoru dismissing Kyo’s gaze with a soft move of his hands, almost like saying ‘never mind’.
Everyone’s attentions shifted back to Kyo, including my own. We were all waiting for his next move, and I couldn’t say that I was assured of what was to come. I was surely afraid, but at the same time, it was there, the thrill and the feeling of being alive. By just resting my eyes at his form I could feel my ripped soul bleed again and It never made me so satisfied than that.
Kyo looked around, probably searching the disturbance reason. His eyes briefly locked onto mine, and as my breath almost stopped, we shared no sound. He nodded at me, and I gave one back in return, and he calmly walked over at one of the counter chairs, near where Kaoru had seated himself. He promptly ignored every single person alive in the room, pretty much like he is always used to do, throwing his head back and lazily letting the water bottle into the counter, and resting his hands at his lap.
He was spent, and hurt, and surely tired. I could sense how much he needed his own world right now, a place where no one existed but his own mind. I was never allowed to see him like that, his true being bare, no armor to pierce whoever approaches him. I felt nothing more than jealousy. I couldn’t ignore the fact that his band mates and his staff are so used to seeing these sides of him that everyone was already bothering with their own lives, dressing cleaning and resting. And he was there, lost in his own self, glowing in his own glory, his marred chest, the tattooed backs, all lazily pulled on that chair, like nothing else mattered at that moment. Even less my presence. How pitiful of me. Just then I realize that I wished hard that he would have thrown a tantrum, looked at me rapidly, and shoved me out with harsh punctuated words. At least that would have show that he minded me.
Some minutes passed in this dazedly situation, until a staff girl came in, bringing a soft towel in one hand, and bandages and antiseptic in the other. It took me some minutes to guess, but I realized Kyo’s wounds were still open, and bleeding. Softy tracing small red lines over his chest. I think my gaze could easily kill her, the envy so clear at my eyes. She could care for him and touch him, while I shall not even be here. I let out a soft sight that I hope no one noticed.
What am I doing? Why did I rush here, even ignoring Kai’s call at my cell phone back at our revenue parking lot? I can’t understand myself. Do I need to be owned this badly that I can no longer be fully myself? Am I losing all the resolution that I have achieved over 10 year of career over such a stupid reason? How long have passed since our last encounter? Three months maybe? Both of our bands have been touring with the last concert being today, at Tokyo. When those blank moments on the stage started? About two months ago, at our concert in Nagano? It’s incredible how your mind can become so fragile and lost when you are trying to figure out the most important thing in your life. I was never very sharp or smart. But I wouldn’t consider myself this dumb.
The girl handed the stuff over to Kyo and softly excused herself. I felt even dumber now. I was jealous of nothing. I didn’t even know if I was allowed to be jealous, and I think that is what hurt more. I didn’t realized I had already up and walking over to Kyo’s side. Carefully taking the medics out of his hand, keeping my own gaze locked at his for five minutes, while my hands clasped his for the antiseptics and the new towel. I felt Kyo’s hand lessening his grip and lending me the stuff. I put my mind in the task ahead, carefully cleaning his chest, and making sure the cuts won’t open again. I could feel his gaze on me all the time. His muscles tensing at the touch of my hand, and his breath leveling even now and then. I wished I could smile and caress him truly. But I know it’s not my place to do these things these soft meaningless things are allowed to lovers, and I was not his lover.
When had I started to want more than release the void in me? I never realized how the first words I heard on our first meeting made sense, and at the same time were a so pure lie. He had told me that I was his, not alone anymore, but being owned can really erase one’s solitude? I looked at him, finding his own eyes gazing deep inside my soul, like he would always do. This time I didn’t feel fear. It was a kind assurance that made my body shiver. The defiance, lust and possessiveness was always there, glaring at me like sharp blades, but this time something else was making its way behind those dark orbs, and I feel so pitiful that I couldn’t make what it was.
The last scar was cleaned when he pulled my wrist and whispered harshly at my ear.
- Outside. My car.
I’m supposed to be fearful of what is to come. In one way or another, I have broken that silent rule, and more than that, I had penetrated onto his working place, disturbing his life in a way I know he allowed no one to do. I feel brave and stupid at the same time. I wanted to ask, talk, but all I could do was nod briefly, put the stuff aside and calmly walk over the concert hall back door. I was kind of shocked with myself. Every time my thoughts drifted to Kyo it was probably a mess, like an undergoing typhoon that would never settle down. This time it was like a spring river, with soothing sun beams hitting the bottom of it, clear and simple. Maybe I’ve grown a bit over these three months, or maybe I have just realized that it’s better be owned than being alone.
I have just placed myself at his car side, flickering my lighter when I felt someone taking the cigarette out of my hands. I looked back and he was staring at me again, that piercing look making me feel warm. I wanted to say some things, I don’t know, explain myself to him, but no word came to my head. He peacefully finished the cigarette before any of us made any sound.
- Inside.
I turned around to open the door, but he stopped me midways. He closes the passenger’s door and opens the back door to me. I want to ask why, but once I turn around I can feel the lust and the firm grip on my shoulders. I stay silent and get inside. He shuts the door and I wince a bit. I hate to be left alone. I have always hated it, but at the same time my body shiver and tingle with anticipation. I would be lying to myself If I said that I didn’t longed for the touch, the need and the desperation of feeling his skin at mine.
It took more than 10 minutes for him to come back with something on his hands, towels, a pair of cloth pieces that could pass as sheets and a water bottle. He entered the backseat and forcefully pulled me by my hair until our mouth clamped together. Shit. I missed it, the harsh feeling of his tongue, demanding passage, taking whatever he wanted before pulling apart. I blinked twice and realized that my hands were tied with a soft piece of cloth. That was new. Every time he bounded me it would have been with leather, proper handcuffs, straps or even his belt. This time it was soft and that was weird. Softness had never a place when it was the both of us. Everything was raw, intense, lustful and hard. Just like the way he turned me around, almost ripping my shirt and my sweater out of my body, the silence in the car was quickly overcome with my whimpers, our kisses were hard and long, like air was not needed. With my hands tied at my backs I did the best I could to keep myself in place, but I desperately needed his touch. He licked my chest, clawing his nails at my sides, and the moans leaved my mouth almost forgetting where we were. Pulling my hair hard, he bent my head so he could nip at my throat, making me shudder and whimper at his mercy. My body tingles with every touch of his. I felt the skin breaking and the blood flowing scarcely from the scar. My cock ached inside my tight pants, almost pleading to be free. He stopped altogether, looking at me while sat on his heels, kneeled between my legs. I could see the bulge in his pants, probably as bad as mine.
He looked disheveled. It was truly a first. After all these times I have never seen him so bare. It was like his lust was enough to engulf me whole.
- You…
His lips parted but nothing came out of it. He unfastened his belt, and motioned to me to get on with it.
I sat down, my eyes staring his belly, and I had no more than seconds before his hands were pulling my hair hard, making me engulf him in one motion. I could hear him grunting softly, and quickly licked his slit, lavishing his cock as it was the most precious thing on Earth. He let go of my hair, his hands letting go of my body, surely that I would never stop midways. I wanted to hear him more; He would never allow himself to be vocal, not with me at least. Soft pants and deep grunts was all you could expect to tear from his beautiful voice, but that was more than enough to make my pants wet with pre cum.
His breath started to uneven and he made me suck him deeper and deeper with every thrust of his hips. I barely registered the moments his hands fastened something at my neck. The black leather piece. I paused for a moment, eyes locked onto his, and couldn’t even look at his face before being shoved at my belly, face into the sheets he had sprawled over the back seat, my belt quickly unfastened, and pants forgotten somewhere. I braced myself in anticipation, but all that I got was a hard tug at my chin. He twisted my head so he could kiss me hard and long, licking and nipping at my bottom lip until they were swollen and red. I cried hard at the feel of his cold hand at my cock, the feather like touches making me utter little pleads. I know he enjoyed me chanting his name like there was no tomorrow, but I couldn’t hold myself back anymore.
He entered me with no warning, raw and deep, making the pain echo through my body, elating me with so much pleasure that I felt like I would come right there. I trembled and cried out his name, just in time with his first trust. He made sure to trust long and hard, ripping me apart and almost making my head hit the door. His nails clawed at my skin, almost ripping the flesh there, needy and urged. My cock ached and leaked, the friction with the sheets beneath me making me whimper and plead. He yanks my head up, sealing our mouths together and biting hard on my lips, his tongue urges to dominate me and I willingly concede. He licks my lips and lavishes my neck, pounding so hard at me that I can feel my blood sweeping between our bodies.
I can feel his breath rushing up, his muscles tensing and his moves becoming frantic. I rock back at him, needing it as much as he does. My hand, tied at my backs, deny me of touching myself, letting me to grind between him and the sheets, needing any friction I may get. His hands clasped at my member, holding it hard, making me whimper in need. He seems resolute at denying my release, and I know better than defy him. I keep my pace, meeting his thrust halfway, when he suddenly changes his angle, making me cry out loudly. He kept thrusting there, making me shiver and plead. One of his hands went back to my cock, while the other pulled my hair hard. I can feel him pounding deeper and deeper, and my own release getting far too near the edge. He lowered his head down, licking my earlobe and grunting hard. With one more thrust I came, emptying myself and clinging as best as I could to that elating feeling. He kept pounding into me, more frantic now, his nails wandering my backs, cutting the skin and letting sinful red marks along my spine, I could feel him tensing and in one last thrust emptying himself into me. As much as I was spent, I had to battle myself not to get hard again, the feeling of his seed in me, the soft grunts and whimpers almost throwing me to fully hardness.
He let himself fall limp onto my body, but before that, he made sure to release my hands. I almost sighed at the feeling of having my hands free again. I was kind of disappointed to the fact that the soft cloth leaved no marks. I have always enjoyed the scars that were left on my body. It made me company on the nights were I was meant to be kept alone.
He got away from me, and I made a move of getting up also, but he stopped me. He fumbled with some other assets he brought back at the car and got a towel, throwing it at me, he put onto his pants, and walked over to the driver seat. After some minutes, he started the engine, looking back at me.
- My house today.
And that’s all the words we exchanged. I gave him a faint nod to thank him for letting me stay there, lying down, because I could feel how hurt I was and especially how I was afraid of my own actions. I didn’t trusted myself to be near him for five more minutes without muttering words that I know I would regret later.
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Prelude : Resonance- A fine Day to Exit
Previous Series : Behind Closed Eyelids