On Wings of Pleasure
Title: On Wings of Pleasure
Author: write_my_dreams
Pairing: Hiyuu x Rito
Genre: AU, supernatural, smut
Warning: Contains demons, creative liberties to demons, and sexual content.
Disclaimer: Rito and Hiyuu do not belong to me. The demon world I've created isn't based on anything in particular so it, the writing, and the story belong to me.
Rating: NC-17
Chapter(s): 1/1
Summary: A boring party suddenly becomes more entertaining when Rito meets someone who catches his eye.
Author's Content: This is a prequel to Irresistible Temptations, focusing on how Hiyuu and Rito met. I hadn't planned to write more with these characters but the idea seemed fun.
The party, despite being held in the castle-like home of a high caste demon, was painfully boring thus far. Rito had drunk champagne, been abandoned by his date, plotted who to approach next to advance his status, and wondered if he should leave. Or find someone else to have sex with. Or he could see if there was an orgy happening in one of the lavish rooms.
Rito made a face. Parties usually didn’t go like this. Years ago, he’d come up with a system: wear something sexy and be arm candy for whatever high caste demon he could find. They’d have sex at a location of his partner’s choice. Or the demon would bring him to parties like this and fuck him when bored. Sometimes he’d be brought to the party, be pushed onto the nearest flat surface for sex, and that was all. Other times he’d see more of the party. Or be pulled into an orgy. Rito didn’t mind the sex-he was a pleasure demon after all. A pleasure demon who had the misfortune to be born into a low caste. But, he was beautiful and he knew it. So Rito used sex with higher caste demons to move up in the hierarchy of the demon court. It was a system that worked for him. Not always a pleasant one but he had status now instead of being at the bottom.
Sighing, Rito ducked into a room with a giant, floor-length mirror. He might as well check his appearance since there was nothing better to do. The demon he’d accompanied tonight had, instead of fucking Rito, abandoned him after seeing a voluptuous succubus with long, blue-black hair that covered more than her skimpy red lingerie did. Normally Rito would be offended that some scantily clad whore was more interesting than he was. Tonight, it didn’t matter since the other demon was a terrible lover. One of the worst that Rito ever had the misfortune to sleep with. Still, despite the other’s pitiful bedroom skills, Rito kept him in his life because of his status. Not after tonight though. Rito would find a better replacement. Once he’d fussed with his hair and minimal clothing.
The only furnishings in the room were the mirror, a huge bed, and a wardrobe. Rito approached the mirror and paused in front of it. He brushed his long, dark brown hair back as he studied his reflection. He looked every bit the pleasure demon he was in his red and ripped, stomach-baring tank top, skimpy black shorts, and high leather boots. His eyes were bright with their usual violet glow. Fangs and glowing eyes were his only demonic features. He looked more human than demon, something that had always bothered him. There was nothing Rito could do to change his appearance though. Only use his looks to his advantage.
Shrugging, Rito left the room and went to get a glass of champagne. He’d just picked up a glass when a beautiful demon approached. His head was held high in an arrogant manner, blonde hair neatly styled and falling to his shoulders. His eyes were a rich shade of amber and he wore a sleeveless, gold jacket over a half-open white silk tank top, black leather pants, and boots. Rito glanced him over before turning his attention to the demon’s stunning, black and white feathered wings. Rito’s fingers itched to touch them. Since childhood, winged demons had fascinated him. There were many varieties to demon wings: bat-like, feathery, transparent, or silky. Though the textures were different, colors tended to be black or grey. So seeing white in this demon’s wings was unusual.
Rito forced himself to take a sip of the champagne. His first lover had been winged. The brunette still remembered the feathery, charcoal black wings above him. Rito had watched the wings instead of the face of the demon fucking him. The wings had fascinated him-until the demon flipped him over.
His attention returned to the blonde when he reached the table. He raised a glass of champagne to his lips, tipping his head back to drain the contents. Then dropped the glass. It shattered loudly at his boots, and he stepped over the shards to approach the still-staring Rito. Shit! He shouldn’t have watched him so blatantly.
“And what,” his cold tone was laced with arrogant disdain, “are you looking at?” He grabbed Rito’s chin and locked gazes with him.
The brunette’s pulse quickened. “O-Only your wings.” He lowered his gaze in submission. It was clear that he was conversing with a high caste demon. The wrong word-hell, even a look-could get him killed if he wasn’t careful. “Forgive me for staring. Your wings are so beautiful that I couldn’t help myself.”
When the blonde didn’t respond, Rito cautiously looked at his face. He was surprised to see the amber eyes widening.
“You… enjoy my wings?” he asked, hand dropping from Rito’s face.
Rito lowered his gaze. “I do. You are the most beautiful demon I’ve ever seen before.” He still wanted to touch the wings to see if they were as soft as they looked, but didn’t dare. This high caste demon would surely be displeased with him. And Rito valued his life.
He dared to look up again when he felt the blonde’s gaze on him. Amber eyes lingered briefly on his face before lowering, raking his body from head to toe. The blonde seemed to enjoy the sight presented to him since he reached out to run his fingers down Rito’s chest. “What’s your name?”
“Rito.”
“Hiyuu.” He slid his arm around Rito’s waist and pulled him close. Pressed against him like this, Rito could feel the strength in Hiyuu’s body. And his warmth.
Rito looked up at the blonde, biting his lip before tentatively reaching out to touch Hiyuu’s wings. They were amazingly soft. He’d been curious to find out if a white feather felt the same as a black feather, and they did. He longed to plunge his hands into the wings to feel more of their softness. Touching Hiyuu without asking had been rude though so he dropped his hand back to his side, bowing his head.
“I’m sorry,” Rito apologized. He dared to look at Hiyuu again and saw the blonde regarding him with an amused expression. “M-May I touch your wings?” The request for permission should have come first. I’m such an idiot sometimes, Rito thought. He needed to be more careful if he wanted to continue breathing.
In response, Hiyuu grasped his wrists and put Rito’s hands on his wings. His willingness to have his wings explored surprised Rito. He didn’t question his chance, just smiled and ran his hands down Hiyuu’s wings to feel more of their feathery softness. As Rito’s fingers continued down the left wing, he felt Hiyuu shiver. The brunette froze. Either he’d displeased him or the wings were an erogenous zone.
You enjoy my wings, pretty one? Hiyuu’s voice brushed the brunette’s mind.
Rito gave him a flirtatious smile. I do. I’ve always loved wings, and yours are especially stunning. He caressed the white feathers again. Did Hiyuu, perhaps, have some angel blood in him? Rito would never dare to ask such a gravely insulting question as it could get him killed. Still, he couldn’t help but wonder.
“Would you like to see them in a more private setting?” Hiyuu asked. The hand on Rito’s waist moved down to his ass to give it a firm squeeze.
Licking his lips, Rito pressed closer to him. “I’d love to.”
Hiyuu drew him in for a kiss. “Then come to my bedroom.”
Rito froze, giving him a surprised look. “This is your home?” He hadn’t known who the exact owner was.
“It is.” Hiyuu smirked then grabbed Rito’s hand. “Now come on. I want to get you out of those clothes.”
* * *
Hiyuu’s room was huge. A gigantic, four-poster bed with a barred headboard was in the corner, there were enormous windows whose blood-red curtains were tightly drawn, a wardrobe, a crimson rug with black and gold patterns, and a chair that looked more like a throne. Rito wasn’t given much of a chance to study the furniture since he was quickly pinned against the wall with Hiyuu’s mouth on his. The brunette knotted his fingers in Hiyuu’s hair and kissed him with equal passion. Hiyuu parted Rito’s thighs with his knee and started rubbing him through his tiny shorts. Rito moaned against Hiyuu’s lips, eagerly granting his tongue access to his mouth. Fuck, he wanted him. Hiyuu’s hands dropped to Rito’s ass, squeezing it roughly as his tongue explored the brunette’s mouth.
Rito broke the kiss when he had to breathe. He panted as he looked up at Hiyuu, arching into him as he felt Hiyuu’s fingers turn to claws.
The blonde gave him a wicked smirk as he moved one hand off Rito’s ass. “I hope you’re not fond of this shirt.”
Rito glanced down. It was just one skimpy shirt out of many. “I don’t care.”
Hiyuu sliced the thin shirt open with one claw. He pulled the destroyed garment off of Rito, carelessly tossing it aside. “Beautiful.” He trailed the claws down Rito’s chest to draw a thin line of blood.
The brunette shivered slightly. “I’m glad you approve.” He slid his hands up Hiyuu’s torso, grasping his jacket and pushing it off his shoulders. Removing it and the shirt required Hiyuu to retract his wings but soon enough the clothes were on the floor and Hiyuu’s wings were back in their full glory. Rito couldn’t resist them anymore. He slipped out of Hiyuu’s grip and stepped behind him to run his fingers over soft, beautiful wings.
Hiyuu turned, catching Rito’s hips and pinning him against the wall again. “You can touch later.” He smirked then kissed the brunette. His hands dropped down to Rito’s ass, squeezing it roughly as the kiss turned sloppy and passionate. Hiyuu’s knee moved back between Rito’s thighs, working him into hardness until Rito was practically whimpering against his lips. His shorts were painfully tight now and he just wanted to be naked. Hiyuu didn’t bother with unzipping them. The shorts were cut off him just like Rito’s shirt had been. Rito kicked the ruined shorts off his legs, only wearing boots and skimpy lace now. “Nice.” Hiyuu ran his fingers over the thin fabric containing Rito’s erection.
The brunette groaned then gave him a sultry smile. “I have an impressive collection of sexy clothing.”
“I look forward to taking more of them off you.”
Rito laughed. “Me too.” He made a pleased noise when Hiyuu kissed his neck. He tipped his head back, shivering as fangs scraped his throat. “I… mm… have lube. A tube in my boot.” Lovers didn’t always use lube with him. Sometimes, Rito’s blood was the only lube involved.
“Go get it then.” Hiyuu stepped back from him. Rito leaned down to unzip his boots, slipping them off and taking out the tube of lube he’d tucked into one. He straightened to see Hiyuu sliding his pants down his thighs. Rito watched as more skin was exposed to him. What a beautiful man.
“Can I ride you?” Rito breathed. He wanted to be in Hiyuu’s lap so he could have his hands all over those gorgeous wings.
Hiyuu arched a golden eyebrow. He smirked then pressed Rito back against the wall, making him hiss in displeasure. Rito was tired of being against the wall. He squirmed then groaned when Hiyuu started stroking him with his knee again. Rito was so hard now and the continued pressure was torture. “What makes you think I’ll let you in my lap?”
Rito’s eyes fluttered shut. “You’ll… mm… enjoy it. And I’ll,” he moaned again, “look good in your lap.”
“I think you’d look better on your back with those grabby hands in chains, whining about how you want to touch my wings.” His hands rose to catch Rito’s wrists, pinning them above his head.
Rito licked his lips. “Let me in your lap first and you’ll see if I look better there or on my back and in chains.”
Hiyuu leaned in to bite Rito’s lip. “Deal.”
Sex with Hiyuu was incredible. Rito swore his mind would go blank from pleasure as he repeatedly lowered himself onto Hiyuu’s length. Rito’s hands were buried in black and white feathers, caressing or holding them while Hiyuu tightly grasped Rito’s hips. His claws drew blood as he marked the brunette’s bared throat with rough bites.
“Mine,” Hiyuu growled against his neck.
“Yes,” Rito moaned. He felt Hiyuu angling his hips beneath him, and practically shouted the blonde’s name when Hiyuu thrust up into his prostate. “Hiyuu!” Rito dropped his hands to Hiyuu’s shoulders. His nails dug into the soft skin, lips parting with a whimper of pleasure as Hiyuu hit his sweet spot again. “Fuck… yes…”
Hiyuu moved one hand to circle around Rito’s aching cock. He started pumping it, biting Rito’s neck a little harder to make him moan louder. The brunette tightened his hold on Hiyuu’s shoulders and started thrusting his hips down faster. He was so desperate to feel his orgasm but at the same time, didn’t want this to end.
Rito’s eyes fluttered shut when he felt his orgasm welling up in the pit of his stomach. He let out a strangled whimper when Hiyuu’s hand abruptly closed around the base of his cock to prevent him from coming. “Hiyuu!” he whined, scratching at his shoulders. Fuck! This was torture!
Black and white wings encircled them in a feathery curtain, enclosing them in their own world. Hiyuu locked his arm around Rito’s waist when he rocked down on his cock again. This forced the brunette to remain still in his lap with Hiyuu so deep inside him. Rito moaned, head tipping back to bare his bitten throat.
“Please,” he whimpered. He couldn’t bear the stillness combined with the viselike hand on his cock.
Hiyuu let the torture linger until Rito was ready to scream, then abruptly released him. He started pumping Rito’s cock again as he allowed the brunette to continue rocking in his lap. Rito’s eyes closed again, lips parting with a loud moan. Fuck, so close.
Rito came with a cry of Hiyuu’s name. The blonde didn’t last much longer, groaning as he came inside Rito. He lowered the brunette to the bed and lay next to him, both breathless.
*
It was thanks to that chance encounter at the party that Hiyuu came into Rito’s life. They soon fell into a relationship of sorts. Filled with beautiful wings, passionate sex, and a warm (if not well-used) bed to lower their bodies into after a draining night. Rito gave himself to Hiyuu after that night and had no regrets about his decision.
Notes
1) I tried a different technique with writing smut which made this story go by quicker. Still, editing took forever! Blah.
2) I have one more story set in this universe planned. That is set to take place directly after Irresistible Temptations.
3) Editing this was tough and I did try to catch any errors I made, but please tell me if I missed any.
4) I know the end is abrupt :/ I wasn't sure how to finish this
Author: write_my_dreams
Pairing: Hiyuu x Rito
Genre: AU, supernatural, smut
Warning: Contains demons, creative liberties to demons, and sexual content.
Disclaimer: Rito and Hiyuu do not belong to me. The demon world I've created isn't based on anything in particular so it, the writing, and the story belong to me.
Rating: NC-17
Chapter(s): 1/1
Summary: A boring party suddenly becomes more entertaining when Rito meets someone who catches his eye.
Author's Content: This is a prequel to Irresistible Temptations, focusing on how Hiyuu and Rito met. I hadn't planned to write more with these characters but the idea seemed fun.
The party, despite being held in the castle-like home of a high caste demon, was painfully boring thus far. Rito had drunk champagne, been abandoned by his date, plotted who to approach next to advance his status, and wondered if he should leave. Or find someone else to have sex with. Or he could see if there was an orgy happening in one of the lavish rooms.
Rito made a face. Parties usually didn’t go like this. Years ago, he’d come up with a system: wear something sexy and be arm candy for whatever high caste demon he could find. They’d have sex at a location of his partner’s choice. Or the demon would bring him to parties like this and fuck him when bored. Sometimes he’d be brought to the party, be pushed onto the nearest flat surface for sex, and that was all. Other times he’d see more of the party. Or be pulled into an orgy. Rito didn’t mind the sex-he was a pleasure demon after all. A pleasure demon who had the misfortune to be born into a low caste. But, he was beautiful and he knew it. So Rito used sex with higher caste demons to move up in the hierarchy of the demon court. It was a system that worked for him. Not always a pleasant one but he had status now instead of being at the bottom.
Sighing, Rito ducked into a room with a giant, floor-length mirror. He might as well check his appearance since there was nothing better to do. The demon he’d accompanied tonight had, instead of fucking Rito, abandoned him after seeing a voluptuous succubus with long, blue-black hair that covered more than her skimpy red lingerie did. Normally Rito would be offended that some scantily clad whore was more interesting than he was. Tonight, it didn’t matter since the other demon was a terrible lover. One of the worst that Rito ever had the misfortune to sleep with. Still, despite the other’s pitiful bedroom skills, Rito kept him in his life because of his status. Not after tonight though. Rito would find a better replacement. Once he’d fussed with his hair and minimal clothing.
The only furnishings in the room were the mirror, a huge bed, and a wardrobe. Rito approached the mirror and paused in front of it. He brushed his long, dark brown hair back as he studied his reflection. He looked every bit the pleasure demon he was in his red and ripped, stomach-baring tank top, skimpy black shorts, and high leather boots. His eyes were bright with their usual violet glow. Fangs and glowing eyes were his only demonic features. He looked more human than demon, something that had always bothered him. There was nothing Rito could do to change his appearance though. Only use his looks to his advantage.
Shrugging, Rito left the room and went to get a glass of champagne. He’d just picked up a glass when a beautiful demon approached. His head was held high in an arrogant manner, blonde hair neatly styled and falling to his shoulders. His eyes were a rich shade of amber and he wore a sleeveless, gold jacket over a half-open white silk tank top, black leather pants, and boots. Rito glanced him over before turning his attention to the demon’s stunning, black and white feathered wings. Rito’s fingers itched to touch them. Since childhood, winged demons had fascinated him. There were many varieties to demon wings: bat-like, feathery, transparent, or silky. Though the textures were different, colors tended to be black or grey. So seeing white in this demon’s wings was unusual.
Rito forced himself to take a sip of the champagne. His first lover had been winged. The brunette still remembered the feathery, charcoal black wings above him. Rito had watched the wings instead of the face of the demon fucking him. The wings had fascinated him-until the demon flipped him over.
His attention returned to the blonde when he reached the table. He raised a glass of champagne to his lips, tipping his head back to drain the contents. Then dropped the glass. It shattered loudly at his boots, and he stepped over the shards to approach the still-staring Rito. Shit! He shouldn’t have watched him so blatantly.
“And what,” his cold tone was laced with arrogant disdain, “are you looking at?” He grabbed Rito’s chin and locked gazes with him.
The brunette’s pulse quickened. “O-Only your wings.” He lowered his gaze in submission. It was clear that he was conversing with a high caste demon. The wrong word-hell, even a look-could get him killed if he wasn’t careful. “Forgive me for staring. Your wings are so beautiful that I couldn’t help myself.”
When the blonde didn’t respond, Rito cautiously looked at his face. He was surprised to see the amber eyes widening.
“You… enjoy my wings?” he asked, hand dropping from Rito’s face.
Rito lowered his gaze. “I do. You are the most beautiful demon I’ve ever seen before.” He still wanted to touch the wings to see if they were as soft as they looked, but didn’t dare. This high caste demon would surely be displeased with him. And Rito valued his life.
He dared to look up again when he felt the blonde’s gaze on him. Amber eyes lingered briefly on his face before lowering, raking his body from head to toe. The blonde seemed to enjoy the sight presented to him since he reached out to run his fingers down Rito’s chest. “What’s your name?”
“Rito.”
“Hiyuu.” He slid his arm around Rito’s waist and pulled him close. Pressed against him like this, Rito could feel the strength in Hiyuu’s body. And his warmth.
Rito looked up at the blonde, biting his lip before tentatively reaching out to touch Hiyuu’s wings. They were amazingly soft. He’d been curious to find out if a white feather felt the same as a black feather, and they did. He longed to plunge his hands into the wings to feel more of their softness. Touching Hiyuu without asking had been rude though so he dropped his hand back to his side, bowing his head.
“I’m sorry,” Rito apologized. He dared to look at Hiyuu again and saw the blonde regarding him with an amused expression. “M-May I touch your wings?” The request for permission should have come first. I’m such an idiot sometimes, Rito thought. He needed to be more careful if he wanted to continue breathing.
In response, Hiyuu grasped his wrists and put Rito’s hands on his wings. His willingness to have his wings explored surprised Rito. He didn’t question his chance, just smiled and ran his hands down Hiyuu’s wings to feel more of their feathery softness. As Rito’s fingers continued down the left wing, he felt Hiyuu shiver. The brunette froze. Either he’d displeased him or the wings were an erogenous zone.
You enjoy my wings, pretty one? Hiyuu’s voice brushed the brunette’s mind.
Rito gave him a flirtatious smile. I do. I’ve always loved wings, and yours are especially stunning. He caressed the white feathers again. Did Hiyuu, perhaps, have some angel blood in him? Rito would never dare to ask such a gravely insulting question as it could get him killed. Still, he couldn’t help but wonder.
“Would you like to see them in a more private setting?” Hiyuu asked. The hand on Rito’s waist moved down to his ass to give it a firm squeeze.
Licking his lips, Rito pressed closer to him. “I’d love to.”
Hiyuu drew him in for a kiss. “Then come to my bedroom.”
Rito froze, giving him a surprised look. “This is your home?” He hadn’t known who the exact owner was.
“It is.” Hiyuu smirked then grabbed Rito’s hand. “Now come on. I want to get you out of those clothes.”
* * *
Hiyuu’s room was huge. A gigantic, four-poster bed with a barred headboard was in the corner, there were enormous windows whose blood-red curtains were tightly drawn, a wardrobe, a crimson rug with black and gold patterns, and a chair that looked more like a throne. Rito wasn’t given much of a chance to study the furniture since he was quickly pinned against the wall with Hiyuu’s mouth on his. The brunette knotted his fingers in Hiyuu’s hair and kissed him with equal passion. Hiyuu parted Rito’s thighs with his knee and started rubbing him through his tiny shorts. Rito moaned against Hiyuu’s lips, eagerly granting his tongue access to his mouth. Fuck, he wanted him. Hiyuu’s hands dropped to Rito’s ass, squeezing it roughly as his tongue explored the brunette’s mouth.
Rito broke the kiss when he had to breathe. He panted as he looked up at Hiyuu, arching into him as he felt Hiyuu’s fingers turn to claws.
The blonde gave him a wicked smirk as he moved one hand off Rito’s ass. “I hope you’re not fond of this shirt.”
Rito glanced down. It was just one skimpy shirt out of many. “I don’t care.”
Hiyuu sliced the thin shirt open with one claw. He pulled the destroyed garment off of Rito, carelessly tossing it aside. “Beautiful.” He trailed the claws down Rito’s chest to draw a thin line of blood.
The brunette shivered slightly. “I’m glad you approve.” He slid his hands up Hiyuu’s torso, grasping his jacket and pushing it off his shoulders. Removing it and the shirt required Hiyuu to retract his wings but soon enough the clothes were on the floor and Hiyuu’s wings were back in their full glory. Rito couldn’t resist them anymore. He slipped out of Hiyuu’s grip and stepped behind him to run his fingers over soft, beautiful wings.
Hiyuu turned, catching Rito’s hips and pinning him against the wall again. “You can touch later.” He smirked then kissed the brunette. His hands dropped down to Rito’s ass, squeezing it roughly as the kiss turned sloppy and passionate. Hiyuu’s knee moved back between Rito’s thighs, working him into hardness until Rito was practically whimpering against his lips. His shorts were painfully tight now and he just wanted to be naked. Hiyuu didn’t bother with unzipping them. The shorts were cut off him just like Rito’s shirt had been. Rito kicked the ruined shorts off his legs, only wearing boots and skimpy lace now. “Nice.” Hiyuu ran his fingers over the thin fabric containing Rito’s erection.
The brunette groaned then gave him a sultry smile. “I have an impressive collection of sexy clothing.”
“I look forward to taking more of them off you.”
Rito laughed. “Me too.” He made a pleased noise when Hiyuu kissed his neck. He tipped his head back, shivering as fangs scraped his throat. “I… mm… have lube. A tube in my boot.” Lovers didn’t always use lube with him. Sometimes, Rito’s blood was the only lube involved.
“Go get it then.” Hiyuu stepped back from him. Rito leaned down to unzip his boots, slipping them off and taking out the tube of lube he’d tucked into one. He straightened to see Hiyuu sliding his pants down his thighs. Rito watched as more skin was exposed to him. What a beautiful man.
“Can I ride you?” Rito breathed. He wanted to be in Hiyuu’s lap so he could have his hands all over those gorgeous wings.
Hiyuu arched a golden eyebrow. He smirked then pressed Rito back against the wall, making him hiss in displeasure. Rito was tired of being against the wall. He squirmed then groaned when Hiyuu started stroking him with his knee again. Rito was so hard now and the continued pressure was torture. “What makes you think I’ll let you in my lap?”
Rito’s eyes fluttered shut. “You’ll… mm… enjoy it. And I’ll,” he moaned again, “look good in your lap.”
“I think you’d look better on your back with those grabby hands in chains, whining about how you want to touch my wings.” His hands rose to catch Rito’s wrists, pinning them above his head.
Rito licked his lips. “Let me in your lap first and you’ll see if I look better there or on my back and in chains.”
Hiyuu leaned in to bite Rito’s lip. “Deal.”
Sex with Hiyuu was incredible. Rito swore his mind would go blank from pleasure as he repeatedly lowered himself onto Hiyuu’s length. Rito’s hands were buried in black and white feathers, caressing or holding them while Hiyuu tightly grasped Rito’s hips. His claws drew blood as he marked the brunette’s bared throat with rough bites.
“Mine,” Hiyuu growled against his neck.
“Yes,” Rito moaned. He felt Hiyuu angling his hips beneath him, and practically shouted the blonde’s name when Hiyuu thrust up into his prostate. “Hiyuu!” Rito dropped his hands to Hiyuu’s shoulders. His nails dug into the soft skin, lips parting with a whimper of pleasure as Hiyuu hit his sweet spot again. “Fuck… yes…”
Hiyuu moved one hand to circle around Rito’s aching cock. He started pumping it, biting Rito’s neck a little harder to make him moan louder. The brunette tightened his hold on Hiyuu’s shoulders and started thrusting his hips down faster. He was so desperate to feel his orgasm but at the same time, didn’t want this to end.
Rito’s eyes fluttered shut when he felt his orgasm welling up in the pit of his stomach. He let out a strangled whimper when Hiyuu’s hand abruptly closed around the base of his cock to prevent him from coming. “Hiyuu!” he whined, scratching at his shoulders. Fuck! This was torture!
Black and white wings encircled them in a feathery curtain, enclosing them in their own world. Hiyuu locked his arm around Rito’s waist when he rocked down on his cock again. This forced the brunette to remain still in his lap with Hiyuu so deep inside him. Rito moaned, head tipping back to bare his bitten throat.
“Please,” he whimpered. He couldn’t bear the stillness combined with the viselike hand on his cock.
Hiyuu let the torture linger until Rito was ready to scream, then abruptly released him. He started pumping Rito’s cock again as he allowed the brunette to continue rocking in his lap. Rito’s eyes closed again, lips parting with a loud moan. Fuck, so close.
Rito came with a cry of Hiyuu’s name. The blonde didn’t last much longer, groaning as he came inside Rito. He lowered the brunette to the bed and lay next to him, both breathless.
*
It was thanks to that chance encounter at the party that Hiyuu came into Rito’s life. They soon fell into a relationship of sorts. Filled with beautiful wings, passionate sex, and a warm (if not well-used) bed to lower their bodies into after a draining night. Rito gave himself to Hiyuu after that night and had no regrets about his decision.
Notes
1) I tried a different technique with writing smut which made this story go by quicker. Still, editing took forever! Blah.
2) I have one more story set in this universe planned. That is set to take place directly after Irresistible Temptations.
3) Editing this was tough and I did try to catch any errors I made, but please tell me if I missed any.
4) I know the end is abrupt :/ I wasn't sure how to finish this