No Sex No Life
Title: No Sex No Life
Pairing: Tora/Nao
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Smut, Humor, Romance, tiny bit of fluff
Summary: Tora and Nao were supposed to be watching a movie together. But with all the sexual tension between them, they somehow gave in to their desires and…they ended up in the restroom.
Notes: This is the sequel to Movie-Date. You can read the first one to know what really happened, or you can just read this one as a stand-alone fic.
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Once inside, Tora wasted no time as he claimed the drummer’s mouth again. He roughly kissed the older as he pushed him against the counter, hands shamelessly exploring, hips grinding against hips. His slender hands fumbled with the complicated buttons of Nao’s top dexterously. As soon as he was done, he pushed them down his shoulders, not bothering to take them off completely.
Mewls and whimpers fell from his swollen lips as he tangled his fingers into his hair, bringing him closer to his eager body. He glanced at the door often, the feeling of both excitement and nervousness about fucking in a semi-public place filled his veins. “Baby…Aah”, Nao moaned as Tora began sucking the exposed skin harshly, “not here…We might be…” he left the rest unsaid.
Feeling his hunger and impatience growing, Tora moved fast. He blindly grabbed Nao’s hand, and then dragged him towards the last cubicle, shoving him inside and then pressing him against the wall of the small space. He claimed his lips for another passionate kiss, their tongues dancing, skillfully trying to dominate the other, as Tora fumbled with his lover’s pants.
Nao wasted no time as well. He was unbuttoning Tora’s top, fervently caressing his chest with vigor. “Fuck”, the guitarist hissed as he continued to work Nao’s complicated belt. The drummer smirked a little as he proceeded to help him.
“Next time, less is more, remember that”, Tora reminded him. Oh he was very sure that there was going to be a next time. And when that time comes, he was going to come prepared.
Nao let his pants pool around his ankles, before he kicked them off to one corner. After unzipping his pants, Tora grabbed him by the waist, effectively pinning him against the wall, and then wrapping his legs around his waist. “Support yourself”, he ordered in a low, husky voice.
Without any preparation or whatsoever, Tora entered the oh-so-willing body. And fuck, it was delicious. He fought the urge to throw his head back and give in to the mind-numbing pleasure. But of course, he knew that it must have hurt like hell for his lover. It was their first time not going with a lube, or any preparation at all.
“Are…” he gasped as he felt Nao tighten around him in a painful-pleasurable way, “…are you okay, baby?” Tora winced at the stinging sensation of his lover’s nails digging into his back.
On the other hand, Nao struggled to keep his eyes open. Oh god, it hurtithurtithurt.
“Move…Baby, move”, the drummer whispered.
Groaning at the seductive tone of his lover, Tora began moving, rocking his hips gently so as not to totally break him, and when he felt his lover relax, he increased the speed of his thrusts. When he saw that Nao was slowly slipping down, he pushed him back up, and then fucked him in a rougher pace-striking his sweet spot in the process.
“Holy shit, aah-there! God…Yes! Nngh…Nnngh…Fuck”, Nao moaned wantonly as he tightened his legs around his waist. To be honest, the whole idea of entering the world of BDSM was highly intriguing to the drummer…Especially now, where his lover was using him the way he wanted him to.
Tora dug his fingers deeply into the other’s hips, his grip tightening painfully as he tried to push deeper and deeper and deeper into that wanton body that was slowly suffocating his cock in such a wonderful way.
“You’re so tight”, the guitarist groaned lowly as he sucked Nao’s neck, not bothering at the fact that they were starting their next tour in a matter of a few days. Suddenly, the drummer moaned loudly as he arched his back like a beautiful, shameless whore he was.
Instantly, they both paused for a second, checking if anybody hear them. And when they were safe, Tora continued to pound into that same spot, the one that made Nao see white.
Slightly breathless and hoarse, he laughed against the drummer’s ear. “Like that, don’t you honey?”
“God! Oh God!” Nao panted. “Fuck me behind Tora! Oh…P-p-lease! S-shit! Oh please, please, please!”
Smirking, he obliged, placing his lover down, supporting him by holding him by the waist. He saw the way Nao’s body trembled, his legs as if they were made of jelly, and the way his flushed skin was adorned with hickeys and bluish bite marks that were made by him.
Tora couldn’t resist, with bruising force, he grabbed Nao’s jaw and claimed his kiss-swollen lips for another sloppy, passionate kiss. Tongues intertwined-teasing, caressing, dancing with each other, and all the while gradually making the other insane. Nao whimpered into the kiss, his hips bucking against his lover’s, erection sliding erection, producing hot, needy moans from them both.
“Turn around”, he whispered as he nibbled his neck. Submissively, Nao followed, slyly teasing the other as he grinded his ass against Tora’s rock-hard erection.
“Fuck”, the guitarist moaned. But then he got his act together and spanked the drummer’s ass hard, leaving a stinging, red flesh behind. He heard the other whimper in pain, but he cruelly ignored it. Instead, he thrust inside in one swift movement, meeting Nao’s prostate dead-on, making both of them stifle the loud moan that was threatening to rip from the back of their throats.
They went on in again, the scent of sex overpowering their other senses in that cramped cubicle. The sweat pouring off from their excited, heated bodies, mixing in with other bodily fluids that were dripping down the floor, and the hot, erotic sounds that they were trying to silence in-almost afraid that someone might accidentally stumble in their heavenly hell paradise.
“B-b-baby…I’m…” Nao clawed the smooth cubicle wall in vain, “….shit…I-I’m…close…”
He too, felt that familiar sensation, he could very well feel it from the tip of his toes. Tora just nodded silently, squeezing his eyes shut as he worked hard to deepen, fasten, and make this ride a hell lot of better for his lover’s pleasure.
Without any warning, the door opened loudly, and footsteps accompanied by two different male voices filled the room. The couple abruptly stopped whatever they were doing at that moment, with some difficulty, seeing as they were both so close to their climax.
“Did you see that part? I mean…Megan Fox is so damn hot!” a husky, teenage voice exclaimed, and then the stall right next to them was heard being entered to.
With alarmed eyes, Nao stared at Tora. But at that moment, the drummer didn’t know which was worse-to be found out by two hormone-filled, curious, teenagers, or Tora continuing fucking him which will eventually lead to the first consequence.
“Don’t”, the drummer mouthed, pleadingly.
But of course, the tiger didn’t listen.
Gently, Tora slipped off from his lover, smirking against his shoulder as he heard his lover whimper from the loss, although, almost inaudibly.
“I mean, wouldn’t it be like…awesome? To have a girlfriend like her?” the neighboring guy inquired his companion as he pulled his zipper down. “And god…Her body…”
They heard water running from the faucet, and they assumed that it was the friend the guy was with. “Yeah, as if a girl like her would even know of our existence!” he said rather pessimistically.
With the toilet seat lid closed, Tora sat down on it, spreading his legs to get in a comfortable position as he pulled his lover down his still-rock hard cock. Unintentionally, the new position made Nao moan debauchedly, making Tora’s length twitch which was buried deep inside his lover.
And by pure coincidence, the two guys from outside strangely became quiet.
“Seems like we’re not alone.”
“Yeah, I wonder if he’s okay.”
Tears were already prodding at the poor drummer’s eyes, feeling a bit humiliated, nervous, and excited at the same time. He half-heartedly glared at his lover, who licked the few traitor tears away, planting soft kisses from his neck to his shoulder, reassuring him. And then, he slowly rocked his hips, signaling the other to start moving already.
Placing his hands on his shoulders for support, Nao rode his lover, changing his pace from slow to fucking fast, and deep-he slipped off until the head was only left, and then he would push down, clenching around the base, and then moving up and down languidly. Tora swallowed the drummer’s moans, mewls, and sexy whimpers by making sure that his mouth was busy as well-busy moving against his.
“Dude?” They heard a knock at their cubicle door, making Nao jump a little, therefore making Tora thrust upwards the same time, making the guitarist bite his neck to mute him from voicing his own desires as well. Unfortunately, a pleasured moan came from Nao’s bruised lips.
“Answer them”, Tora breathed so lowly, making him doubt that the words he said were right-or sane.
“Y-yes?” Nao’s voice came out like a raspy, breathless whisper.
Someone snorted. “I think he’s-“
“Shush. Hey dude, you okay in there? Need help or anything?”
Just as the drum opened his mouth to answer, Tora began to move again, picking up from where they left off, him fucking Nao’s sweet willing ass, and Nao riding him like a desperate, horny, kinky slut.
The drummer bit his lip, but still a strangled whimper managed to escape him. And then Nao decided he didn’t really care what happened next. All rational thoughts were already thrown out the window the moment he reacted to Tora’s touch back in that dark movie house.
“I’m…Nnngh”, Nao squeezed his eyes shut as he felt his entire being shake from the intense pleasure of his prostrate being abused the third time that day, “…F-f-f-ine…”
”Dude, leave him be, I think he’s….you know….”
“What?”
“He’s….masturbating”, he whispered the last word.
Hearing that last word paired with Tora fisting his length in time with his thrusts, the drummer came hard, grabbing the back of his head and crashing his lips against his to muffle to sounds that were already spilling uncontrollably. Strings of hot, thick, white fluid spurted out, coating his flat stomach in an erotic manner.
Tora groaned as he felt his lover’s already tight passage tighten some more, still riding him despite of his tired, oversensitive body. His thrusting became more erratic, from deeper to harder, to just shorter and faster thrusts. His hands traveling down to Nao’s ass, spreading his ass cheeks to get more room-to reach in deeper, to drive himself to completion.
And despite Nao’s condition, his body masochistically accepted Tora’s brutal thrusts, making him continuously whimper, and mewl in pleasure, pain, and strain. He rocked his hips, clenching and unclenching around him, grinding harder against him-anything to make his lover come.
With a mixture of a growl and a grunt, Tora finally came, staining Nao’s inside with his seed. And fuck, it felt so good that he was still thrusting, though halfheartedly, even after his release.
“I love you”, Nao whispered. Tora nodded, and then kissed his lover in a gentle, romantic way, totally devoid of any sign of lust but only of pure love and affection.
And then Nao broke the kiss, which made him curious. But then, the only explanation that the drummer gave was his satiated, adorkable smile.
“Seems like they were already gone, without us knowing”, he chuckled.
---x---
“AAH! It’s done!” Nao lamentably exclaimed as he saw the few minutes of the last scene, and then the ending credits. “And it’s all because of your stupid horniness! You horny perverted bastard!” he growled as he glared at his way-too-amused boyfriend.
“Don’t tell me you didn’t like it~”
Instead of retorting back, Nao just kept on glaring at him. He knew what Tora said was the truth anyway. To be perfectly honest, it was one of the amazing fucks that he had in his whole life…so far.
“But I wanted to watch a movie”, he began to whine, “Not have amazing mind-blowing sex in the restroom and almost got caught by other people! Although that wasn’t really anything to complain about…But still!”
Kissing the top of his head, he tenderly held his hand and intertwined their fingers. “I get it, I get it”, the guitarist rolled his eyes. “You wanted to have a movie-date with me right? So I’ll make it up to you. We’ll rent some movies, make some popcorn, and have a movie marathon of our own. How does that sound?”
The drummer managed to smile. He knew that his lover was really a good guy. But most of the time, it was easier for him to act like the bad-assed bastard that he was. Quickly planting a peck on his lips, he grinned.
“Thank you Tora shi~”
“Now”, Tora smirked evilly, “let’s go have backseat-car-sex this time.”
A/N: *Headdesk* Shortest smut I’ve ever written. :P But WTH. *checks the clock* It’s already 5:51 AM. And I know this fic is very late already, so I’m sorry! And I hope that kind of…satisfied your appetites. xDDD
*drools on keyboard* Tell me anything about the fic, any kind of feedback. Because seriously, I don’t know any more if I suck at writing fics or if I improved or what. Other than that, LOVE YOU.
Pairing: Tora/Nao
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Smut, Humor, Romance, tiny bit of fluff
Summary: Tora and Nao were supposed to be watching a movie together. But with all the sexual tension between them, they somehow gave in to their desires and…they ended up in the restroom.
Notes: This is the sequel to Movie-Date. You can read the first one to know what really happened, or you can just read this one as a stand-alone fic.
---x---
Once inside, Tora wasted no time as he claimed the drummer’s mouth again. He roughly kissed the older as he pushed him against the counter, hands shamelessly exploring, hips grinding against hips. His slender hands fumbled with the complicated buttons of Nao’s top dexterously. As soon as he was done, he pushed them down his shoulders, not bothering to take them off completely.
Mewls and whimpers fell from his swollen lips as he tangled his fingers into his hair, bringing him closer to his eager body. He glanced at the door often, the feeling of both excitement and nervousness about fucking in a semi-public place filled his veins. “Baby…Aah”, Nao moaned as Tora began sucking the exposed skin harshly, “not here…We might be…” he left the rest unsaid.
Feeling his hunger and impatience growing, Tora moved fast. He blindly grabbed Nao’s hand, and then dragged him towards the last cubicle, shoving him inside and then pressing him against the wall of the small space. He claimed his lips for another passionate kiss, their tongues dancing, skillfully trying to dominate the other, as Tora fumbled with his lover’s pants.
Nao wasted no time as well. He was unbuttoning Tora’s top, fervently caressing his chest with vigor. “Fuck”, the guitarist hissed as he continued to work Nao’s complicated belt. The drummer smirked a little as he proceeded to help him.
“Next time, less is more, remember that”, Tora reminded him. Oh he was very sure that there was going to be a next time. And when that time comes, he was going to come prepared.
Nao let his pants pool around his ankles, before he kicked them off to one corner. After unzipping his pants, Tora grabbed him by the waist, effectively pinning him against the wall, and then wrapping his legs around his waist. “Support yourself”, he ordered in a low, husky voice.
Without any preparation or whatsoever, Tora entered the oh-so-willing body. And fuck, it was delicious. He fought the urge to throw his head back and give in to the mind-numbing pleasure. But of course, he knew that it must have hurt like hell for his lover. It was their first time not going with a lube, or any preparation at all.
“Are…” he gasped as he felt Nao tighten around him in a painful-pleasurable way, “…are you okay, baby?” Tora winced at the stinging sensation of his lover’s nails digging into his back.
On the other hand, Nao struggled to keep his eyes open. Oh god, it hurtithurtithurt.
“Move…Baby, move”, the drummer whispered.
Groaning at the seductive tone of his lover, Tora began moving, rocking his hips gently so as not to totally break him, and when he felt his lover relax, he increased the speed of his thrusts. When he saw that Nao was slowly slipping down, he pushed him back up, and then fucked him in a rougher pace-striking his sweet spot in the process.
“Holy shit, aah-there! God…Yes! Nngh…Nnngh…Fuck”, Nao moaned wantonly as he tightened his legs around his waist. To be honest, the whole idea of entering the world of BDSM was highly intriguing to the drummer…Especially now, where his lover was using him the way he wanted him to.
Tora dug his fingers deeply into the other’s hips, his grip tightening painfully as he tried to push deeper and deeper and deeper into that wanton body that was slowly suffocating his cock in such a wonderful way.
“You’re so tight”, the guitarist groaned lowly as he sucked Nao’s neck, not bothering at the fact that they were starting their next tour in a matter of a few days. Suddenly, the drummer moaned loudly as he arched his back like a beautiful, shameless whore he was.
Instantly, they both paused for a second, checking if anybody hear them. And when they were safe, Tora continued to pound into that same spot, the one that made Nao see white.
Slightly breathless and hoarse, he laughed against the drummer’s ear. “Like that, don’t you honey?”
“God! Oh God!” Nao panted. “Fuck me behind Tora! Oh…P-p-lease! S-shit! Oh please, please, please!”
Smirking, he obliged, placing his lover down, supporting him by holding him by the waist. He saw the way Nao’s body trembled, his legs as if they were made of jelly, and the way his flushed skin was adorned with hickeys and bluish bite marks that were made by him.
Tora couldn’t resist, with bruising force, he grabbed Nao’s jaw and claimed his kiss-swollen lips for another sloppy, passionate kiss. Tongues intertwined-teasing, caressing, dancing with each other, and all the while gradually making the other insane. Nao whimpered into the kiss, his hips bucking against his lover’s, erection sliding erection, producing hot, needy moans from them both.
“Turn around”, he whispered as he nibbled his neck. Submissively, Nao followed, slyly teasing the other as he grinded his ass against Tora’s rock-hard erection.
“Fuck”, the guitarist moaned. But then he got his act together and spanked the drummer’s ass hard, leaving a stinging, red flesh behind. He heard the other whimper in pain, but he cruelly ignored it. Instead, he thrust inside in one swift movement, meeting Nao’s prostate dead-on, making both of them stifle the loud moan that was threatening to rip from the back of their throats.
They went on in again, the scent of sex overpowering their other senses in that cramped cubicle. The sweat pouring off from their excited, heated bodies, mixing in with other bodily fluids that were dripping down the floor, and the hot, erotic sounds that they were trying to silence in-almost afraid that someone might accidentally stumble in their heavenly hell paradise.
“B-b-baby…I’m…” Nao clawed the smooth cubicle wall in vain, “….shit…I-I’m…close…”
He too, felt that familiar sensation, he could very well feel it from the tip of his toes. Tora just nodded silently, squeezing his eyes shut as he worked hard to deepen, fasten, and make this ride a hell lot of better for his lover’s pleasure.
Without any warning, the door opened loudly, and footsteps accompanied by two different male voices filled the room. The couple abruptly stopped whatever they were doing at that moment, with some difficulty, seeing as they were both so close to their climax.
“Did you see that part? I mean…Megan Fox is so damn hot!” a husky, teenage voice exclaimed, and then the stall right next to them was heard being entered to.
With alarmed eyes, Nao stared at Tora. But at that moment, the drummer didn’t know which was worse-to be found out by two hormone-filled, curious, teenagers, or Tora continuing fucking him which will eventually lead to the first consequence.
“Don’t”, the drummer mouthed, pleadingly.
But of course, the tiger didn’t listen.
Gently, Tora slipped off from his lover, smirking against his shoulder as he heard his lover whimper from the loss, although, almost inaudibly.
“I mean, wouldn’t it be like…awesome? To have a girlfriend like her?” the neighboring guy inquired his companion as he pulled his zipper down. “And god…Her body…”
They heard water running from the faucet, and they assumed that it was the friend the guy was with. “Yeah, as if a girl like her would even know of our existence!” he said rather pessimistically.
With the toilet seat lid closed, Tora sat down on it, spreading his legs to get in a comfortable position as he pulled his lover down his still-rock hard cock. Unintentionally, the new position made Nao moan debauchedly, making Tora’s length twitch which was buried deep inside his lover.
And by pure coincidence, the two guys from outside strangely became quiet.
“Seems like we’re not alone.”
“Yeah, I wonder if he’s okay.”
Tears were already prodding at the poor drummer’s eyes, feeling a bit humiliated, nervous, and excited at the same time. He half-heartedly glared at his lover, who licked the few traitor tears away, planting soft kisses from his neck to his shoulder, reassuring him. And then, he slowly rocked his hips, signaling the other to start moving already.
Placing his hands on his shoulders for support, Nao rode his lover, changing his pace from slow to fucking fast, and deep-he slipped off until the head was only left, and then he would push down, clenching around the base, and then moving up and down languidly. Tora swallowed the drummer’s moans, mewls, and sexy whimpers by making sure that his mouth was busy as well-busy moving against his.
“Dude?” They heard a knock at their cubicle door, making Nao jump a little, therefore making Tora thrust upwards the same time, making the guitarist bite his neck to mute him from voicing his own desires as well. Unfortunately, a pleasured moan came from Nao’s bruised lips.
“Answer them”, Tora breathed so lowly, making him doubt that the words he said were right-or sane.
“Y-yes?” Nao’s voice came out like a raspy, breathless whisper.
Someone snorted. “I think he’s-“
“Shush. Hey dude, you okay in there? Need help or anything?”
Just as the drum opened his mouth to answer, Tora began to move again, picking up from where they left off, him fucking Nao’s sweet willing ass, and Nao riding him like a desperate, horny, kinky slut.
The drummer bit his lip, but still a strangled whimper managed to escape him. And then Nao decided he didn’t really care what happened next. All rational thoughts were already thrown out the window the moment he reacted to Tora’s touch back in that dark movie house.
“I’m…Nnngh”, Nao squeezed his eyes shut as he felt his entire being shake from the intense pleasure of his prostrate being abused the third time that day, “…F-f-f-ine…”
”Dude, leave him be, I think he’s….you know….”
“What?”
“He’s….masturbating”, he whispered the last word.
Hearing that last word paired with Tora fisting his length in time with his thrusts, the drummer came hard, grabbing the back of his head and crashing his lips against his to muffle to sounds that were already spilling uncontrollably. Strings of hot, thick, white fluid spurted out, coating his flat stomach in an erotic manner.
Tora groaned as he felt his lover’s already tight passage tighten some more, still riding him despite of his tired, oversensitive body. His thrusting became more erratic, from deeper to harder, to just shorter and faster thrusts. His hands traveling down to Nao’s ass, spreading his ass cheeks to get more room-to reach in deeper, to drive himself to completion.
And despite Nao’s condition, his body masochistically accepted Tora’s brutal thrusts, making him continuously whimper, and mewl in pleasure, pain, and strain. He rocked his hips, clenching and unclenching around him, grinding harder against him-anything to make his lover come.
With a mixture of a growl and a grunt, Tora finally came, staining Nao’s inside with his seed. And fuck, it felt so good that he was still thrusting, though halfheartedly, even after his release.
“I love you”, Nao whispered. Tora nodded, and then kissed his lover in a gentle, romantic way, totally devoid of any sign of lust but only of pure love and affection.
And then Nao broke the kiss, which made him curious. But then, the only explanation that the drummer gave was his satiated, adorkable smile.
“Seems like they were already gone, without us knowing”, he chuckled.
---x---
“AAH! It’s done!” Nao lamentably exclaimed as he saw the few minutes of the last scene, and then the ending credits. “And it’s all because of your stupid horniness! You horny perverted bastard!” he growled as he glared at his way-too-amused boyfriend.
“Don’t tell me you didn’t like it~”
Instead of retorting back, Nao just kept on glaring at him. He knew what Tora said was the truth anyway. To be perfectly honest, it was one of the amazing fucks that he had in his whole life…so far.
“But I wanted to watch a movie”, he began to whine, “Not have amazing mind-blowing sex in the restroom and almost got caught by other people! Although that wasn’t really anything to complain about…But still!”
Kissing the top of his head, he tenderly held his hand and intertwined their fingers. “I get it, I get it”, the guitarist rolled his eyes. “You wanted to have a movie-date with me right? So I’ll make it up to you. We’ll rent some movies, make some popcorn, and have a movie marathon of our own. How does that sound?”
The drummer managed to smile. He knew that his lover was really a good guy. But most of the time, it was easier for him to act like the bad-assed bastard that he was. Quickly planting a peck on his lips, he grinned.
“Thank you Tora shi~”
“Now”, Tora smirked evilly, “let’s go have backseat-car-sex this time.”
A/N: *Headdesk* Shortest smut I’ve ever written. :P But WTH. *checks the clock* It’s already 5:51 AM. And I know this fic is very late already, so I’m sorry! And I hope that kind of…satisfied your appetites. xDDD
*drools on keyboard* Tell me anything about the fic, any kind of feedback. Because seriously, I don’t know any more if I suck at writing fics or if I improved or what. Other than that, LOVE YOU.