Artfic: Obligatory. (NSFW)
not beta'd so hopefully it isn't too painful.
GtK : MoriGin;
He felt a hand weave through tightly pulled back strands of hair, pressing down into his scalp. They kneaded and loosened his hair and scalp slightly, certain movements of Morita's lips or tongue caused them to lax, then dig deeper right after. This was his only comfort at the time (Morita, that is).
His current situation absolutely mortified him on the inside--- yet he was stupid enough to say something, and even more stupid to make such an outrageous offer. He wasn't quite sure of what scared him more; the fact that he had offered this man oral sex, or the fact that the guy actually accepted. It didn't take them long--in the secure privacy of another extravagant hotel room-- to commence the sinful deed. He could hear the elder man periodically sigh inwardly as he took another drag from his cigarette, the breath exhaled, laced with the slightest noise of satisfaction. The hand on Morita's head pulled and pressed against his hair animately in slow sporadic movements...
Morita dragged his tongue down the length of the Silver King's member, his own spit and another foreign, salt-like fluid meshing together along the sides and unceremoniously gathered and dripped down and out of his mouth. He shakily brought his mouth back to the head and pressed his lips over it slowly... The taste and feel of another man's dick in his mouth made him shiver, suppressing the need to wretch. Every slow, twisting second the warm soft flesh pressed against his tongue, fluids beginning to coat the back of his throat with an uncomfortable after-taste...He began to regret what he said. Morita couldn't remember when he started crying, but it was silent and the salty liquid pooled with the rest as it ran down his face.
Fortunately, he wasn't facing Ginji, otherwise he might have gotten another uncomfortable response/reaction. Morita wasn't a liar, he wouldn't go back on his words or actions and sincerely felt that he had to do something for this man. Since Morita wasn't a person made out of money and riches like his employer, there were only a select few things that he felt would be... 'Appropriate to give'.
Why fellatio had ranked so high on that small list at that moment, blew his mind all together.
"Nnnh, so good, Morita..." Ginji sighs through his cigarette, looking down at his assailant with a content smile (Morita knew he was smiling). The words caused Morita's already flushed face to burn brighter, the wave of heat washing over him in a spiked curl, ending at the strain of fingers clenching onto his scalp.
While the words registered he was really still in a hotel room giving a blowjob, the consistent, acknowledging touch transported him somewhere else; it caused his movements to go deeper, more forceful as errant and guttural sounds of lust escaped his throat when he was allowed to breathe. This caused the fingers to press and pull against his hair harder in return, the chain reactions pulsating between the two until Morita let go of his shame and gave into the overwhelming desire of being touched.
Touching someone else. Getting throat fucked by someone else. It did not matter.
The hand on his head kept a steady tingle trickling down his nerves as more fluids and saliva rolled down his jaw, everything was tasteless, the mass in his mouth and now half way down his throat ceased to bother him, so long as that hand kept pulling his hair (which it did). Eventually, Morita felt Ginji's hips hitch and spasm under his own hands and throat. The Silver King had been quite reserved up until that point, but the younger man could hear his labored breathing and sighs of pleasure more vividly as the body beneath him was slowly being engulfed by euphoria. He heard a loud, guttural moan before a large quantity of liquid suddenly filled Morita's mouth and throat.The hand on his head was pulling his hair even tighter, as Ginji's body automatically thrusted and arched under him, collapsing breathlessly when the convulsion ceased.
Ginji moaned softly through short gasps of air, tilting his head back in his chair. His grip on Morita's hair softened, but still kneaded the scalp absentmindedly through his afterglow...
Morita was also in a daze; he let the rest of the new fluids slide down his chin absently as he focused only on breathing (once Ginji's dick was out of his mouth). He clenched his eyes shut in protest to the wash of nausea that began to flutter over his senses, reality seeping in too fast... What did he just do? Semen and phlegm coated his throat, the taste finally registering, Morita chokes and coughs before sucking in a shaky breath. Don't cry again, don't cry again, don't cry again...
The Silver King now is shifting his position in his chair, the hand on Morita's head leaves to be plunged into one of his opened pants' pockets. His other hand reaches down and gently locks three fingers to the bottom of Morita's chin, tilting it to face him. Ginji is met with an uncertain expression, a face that appears to be on fire and ready to explode. Ginji smiles warmly at Morita, letting the younger man stare at him silently for a few moments before placing a handkerchief over his mouth. Ginji wipes the rest of the fluids off of Morita's face before removing the cloth---The Silver King replacing its absence on the younger man's mouth with a warm, soft kiss.
"Thank you." Ginji whispers, the lines of his aged face pressed against Morita's gently.
Morita still wanted to cry... But not at that moment. Not when this man was touching him like this.
GtK : MoriGin;
He felt a hand weave through tightly pulled back strands of hair, pressing down into his scalp. They kneaded and loosened his hair and scalp slightly, certain movements of Morita's lips or tongue caused them to lax, then dig deeper right after. This was his only comfort at the time (Morita, that is).
His current situation absolutely mortified him on the inside--- yet he was stupid enough to say something, and even more stupid to make such an outrageous offer. He wasn't quite sure of what scared him more; the fact that he had offered this man oral sex, or the fact that the guy actually accepted. It didn't take them long--in the secure privacy of another extravagant hotel room-- to commence the sinful deed. He could hear the elder man periodically sigh inwardly as he took another drag from his cigarette, the breath exhaled, laced with the slightest noise of satisfaction. The hand on Morita's head pulled and pressed against his hair animately in slow sporadic movements...
Morita dragged his tongue down the length of the Silver King's member, his own spit and another foreign, salt-like fluid meshing together along the sides and unceremoniously gathered and dripped down and out of his mouth. He shakily brought his mouth back to the head and pressed his lips over it slowly... The taste and feel of another man's dick in his mouth made him shiver, suppressing the need to wretch. Every slow, twisting second the warm soft flesh pressed against his tongue, fluids beginning to coat the back of his throat with an uncomfortable after-taste...He began to regret what he said. Morita couldn't remember when he started crying, but it was silent and the salty liquid pooled with the rest as it ran down his face.
Fortunately, he wasn't facing Ginji, otherwise he might have gotten another uncomfortable response/reaction. Morita wasn't a liar, he wouldn't go back on his words or actions and sincerely felt that he had to do something for this man. Since Morita wasn't a person made out of money and riches like his employer, there were only a select few things that he felt would be... 'Appropriate to give'.
Why fellatio had ranked so high on that small list at that moment, blew his mind all together.
"Nnnh, so good, Morita..." Ginji sighs through his cigarette, looking down at his assailant with a content smile (Morita knew he was smiling). The words caused Morita's already flushed face to burn brighter, the wave of heat washing over him in a spiked curl, ending at the strain of fingers clenching onto his scalp.
While the words registered he was really still in a hotel room giving a blowjob, the consistent, acknowledging touch transported him somewhere else; it caused his movements to go deeper, more forceful as errant and guttural sounds of lust escaped his throat when he was allowed to breathe. This caused the fingers to press and pull against his hair harder in return, the chain reactions pulsating between the two until Morita let go of his shame and gave into the overwhelming desire of being touched.
Touching someone else. Getting throat fucked by someone else. It did not matter.
The hand on his head kept a steady tingle trickling down his nerves as more fluids and saliva rolled down his jaw, everything was tasteless, the mass in his mouth and now half way down his throat ceased to bother him, so long as that hand kept pulling his hair (which it did). Eventually, Morita felt Ginji's hips hitch and spasm under his own hands and throat. The Silver King had been quite reserved up until that point, but the younger man could hear his labored breathing and sighs of pleasure more vividly as the body beneath him was slowly being engulfed by euphoria. He heard a loud, guttural moan before a large quantity of liquid suddenly filled Morita's mouth and throat.The hand on his head was pulling his hair even tighter, as Ginji's body automatically thrusted and arched under him, collapsing breathlessly when the convulsion ceased.
Ginji moaned softly through short gasps of air, tilting his head back in his chair. His grip on Morita's hair softened, but still kneaded the scalp absentmindedly through his afterglow...
Morita was also in a daze; he let the rest of the new fluids slide down his chin absently as he focused only on breathing (once Ginji's dick was out of his mouth). He clenched his eyes shut in protest to the wash of nausea that began to flutter over his senses, reality seeping in too fast... What did he just do? Semen and phlegm coated his throat, the taste finally registering, Morita chokes and coughs before sucking in a shaky breath. Don't cry again, don't cry again, don't cry again...
The Silver King now is shifting his position in his chair, the hand on Morita's head leaves to be plunged into one of his opened pants' pockets. His other hand reaches down and gently locks three fingers to the bottom of Morita's chin, tilting it to face him. Ginji is met with an uncertain expression, a face that appears to be on fire and ready to explode. Ginji smiles warmly at Morita, letting the younger man stare at him silently for a few moments before placing a handkerchief over his mouth. Ginji wipes the rest of the fluids off of Morita's face before removing the cloth---The Silver King replacing its absence on the younger man's mouth with a warm, soft kiss.
"Thank you." Ginji whispers, the lines of his aged face pressed against Morita's gently.
Morita still wanted to cry... But not at that moment. Not when this man was touching him like this.