Dolefully Desired
Title: Dolefully Desired
Series: Clamp School Detectives
Pairing: Suoh/Nokoru
Prompt: the space between dreams and reality
Rating: R, maybe NC-17? There be sex!
Word Count: 568
Author's Note: This is shorter and less smutty then I wanted, but oh well, at least I finished it.
Part One
Suoh hated to sleep. He put it off as long as could, every time. He never kept track of how long it had been since his last bout of slumber, but he always got a vague idea from Nokoru’s increasingly worried glances. Finally, his sluggish body combined with the blonde’s overwhelming concern would force him to bed. Every morning brought regret. He wasn’t sure how long he could stand waking up surrounded by the scent of sea air and the ghost of a touch he craved lingering on his skin.
“Suoh?” Nokoru said his name softly, pulling him from his thoughts. He hadn’t noticed when his companion had approached, which was a terrible sign. Already knowing what was coming next, he readied his excuses. There’s just too much work to be done or who would protect you if I was unconscious or sleeping is such a waste of time…
“Hm?”
“It’s late. We should both go home and get some sleep.” Nokoru suggested, giving him a warm smile but was careful not to touch.
“I’ll walk you home.” He replied, straightening some papers on his desk before standing.
“Then what will you do?”
“I have a few things to finish here before calling it a night.” The ninja answered, avoiding the other boy’s eyes.
“It’s been two days since you last slept. And no, meditating for half an hour yesterday doesn’t count.”
“You worry too much.” He said, trying his best to change the subject.
“Please, Suoh.” Nokoru said, ignoring the attempt. They both knew Suoh would fold. He could never really say no to anything his charge asked. Finally, he nodded in defeat and Nokoru beamed.
After delivering the other boy safely at his door, Suoh went home. Having finally surrendered to exhaustion, it didn’t take long for unconsciousness to claim him.
*
His mouth is gliding down the smooth plane of Nokoru’s stomach, leaving a trail of chaste kisses on the pale skin. The pale haired boy takes a sharp breath as his fingers slid up his inner thigh. Slowly, he peels the swim trunks away and lowers his head, trying to keep his breath steady. The pause makes Nokoru whimper and dig his fingers into the towel he’s laying on. Amused, he flicks his tongue over the tip of his charge’s erection. Nokoru moans and reaches for him, tangling those long fingers in his hair instead of the towel. As the older boy bucks his hips, he opens his mouth and takes in all he can, tongue working around the head. The answering sound is half moan, half gasp and is just what he wanted to hear. He’s trying in earnest now despite his intentions to tease, hand wrapped around the base of Nokoru’s manhood, pumping in time with the movements of his mouth. He knows the finish is approaching, can feel it in the tensing of muscles and the desperate push into his mouth. What he is totally unprepared for is the way Nokoru whispers his name with reverence, like a prayer falling from his lips as he comes. It’s almost enough to give him pause but he manages to keep the rhythm and for those last few moments, dragging the moment out as long as he can.
*
He awoke to a dark room, sheets sticky and clinging to him. Hating his own subconscious, he rolled over, buried his face in a pillow and groaned.
Part Three
Series: Clamp School Detectives
Pairing: Suoh/Nokoru
Prompt: the space between dreams and reality
Rating: R, maybe NC-17? There be sex!
Word Count: 568
Author's Note: This is shorter and less smutty then I wanted, but oh well, at least I finished it.
Part One
Suoh hated to sleep. He put it off as long as could, every time. He never kept track of how long it had been since his last bout of slumber, but he always got a vague idea from Nokoru’s increasingly worried glances. Finally, his sluggish body combined with the blonde’s overwhelming concern would force him to bed. Every morning brought regret. He wasn’t sure how long he could stand waking up surrounded by the scent of sea air and the ghost of a touch he craved lingering on his skin.
“Suoh?” Nokoru said his name softly, pulling him from his thoughts. He hadn’t noticed when his companion had approached, which was a terrible sign. Already knowing what was coming next, he readied his excuses. There’s just too much work to be done or who would protect you if I was unconscious or sleeping is such a waste of time…
“Hm?”
“It’s late. We should both go home and get some sleep.” Nokoru suggested, giving him a warm smile but was careful not to touch.
“I’ll walk you home.” He replied, straightening some papers on his desk before standing.
“Then what will you do?”
“I have a few things to finish here before calling it a night.” The ninja answered, avoiding the other boy’s eyes.
“It’s been two days since you last slept. And no, meditating for half an hour yesterday doesn’t count.”
“You worry too much.” He said, trying his best to change the subject.
“Please, Suoh.” Nokoru said, ignoring the attempt. They both knew Suoh would fold. He could never really say no to anything his charge asked. Finally, he nodded in defeat and Nokoru beamed.
After delivering the other boy safely at his door, Suoh went home. Having finally surrendered to exhaustion, it didn’t take long for unconsciousness to claim him.
*
His mouth is gliding down the smooth plane of Nokoru’s stomach, leaving a trail of chaste kisses on the pale skin. The pale haired boy takes a sharp breath as his fingers slid up his inner thigh. Slowly, he peels the swim trunks away and lowers his head, trying to keep his breath steady. The pause makes Nokoru whimper and dig his fingers into the towel he’s laying on. Amused, he flicks his tongue over the tip of his charge’s erection. Nokoru moans and reaches for him, tangling those long fingers in his hair instead of the towel. As the older boy bucks his hips, he opens his mouth and takes in all he can, tongue working around the head. The answering sound is half moan, half gasp and is just what he wanted to hear. He’s trying in earnest now despite his intentions to tease, hand wrapped around the base of Nokoru’s manhood, pumping in time with the movements of his mouth. He knows the finish is approaching, can feel it in the tensing of muscles and the desperate push into his mouth. What he is totally unprepared for is the way Nokoru whispers his name with reverence, like a prayer falling from his lips as he comes. It’s almost enough to give him pause but he manages to keep the rhythm and for those last few moments, dragging the moment out as long as he can.
*
He awoke to a dark room, sheets sticky and clinging to him. Hating his own subconscious, he rolled over, buried his face in a pillow and groaned.
Part Three