Homesick
Title: Homesick
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Tora x Saga
Genre: PWP, POV, angst, drabble
Warnings: male x male, sex, adult themes.
Summary: Home is where you are.
Commentary: So I'm away from home, doing lots of travelling (there will be a travelling/party life update soon, I've been debauched XD) and my only source of internet for now is my mobile, so that means no KB unfortunately…but since it's my beloved sciencesaves bday, here's an angsty drabble written start to finish on my phone as an impromptu present (sorry, its rather underwhelming -__- you deserve better baby). Its been rainy, and grey, and I've been listening to The Cure a lot…that usually ends up with angst, so here goes.
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We are in tangle of white sheets.
My bed. Your bed.
I don't even know anymore. It all blurs in my mind, nights and days merging when I'm with you.
Our rain drenched bodies entangled in the throes of passion, damp clothes pushed aside as my skin meets yours in a vivid hot rush of need.
I found you on the street that day. You were waiting for me in the rain, outside your apartment, dark clothes sticking to your slender body, hair curling and waving around your face in slick strands.
I need you.
Right here right now and there's nothing stopping me from sating my hunger for your creamy, salty flesh. For tawny hair spilling across your slender neck, catching in my mouth, wiry and smooth against teeth as I bite and suck your nape, leave marks of possession on your skin.
I need you.
Right now you're all mine and I want you to remember it later, much later when you'll wash off the evidence of our love. You'll catch a sight of that dark imprint of my lips and teeth on your neck and you'll remember. You'll remember how I need to make you mine if only for a night.
My chest presses to your back and you sigh.
You sigh when my hands slide underneath the hem of your shirt, up the smooth length of your belly, arching against my chest as I cup your ribs with my hands, capturing your warmth, the erratic beating and throbbing of your heart as I undress you.
You sigh when I push against you, warm skin and desire, lust thick on our tongues as we kiss. Again and again with aching familiarity, until we are both breathless and all I want to do is possess you any way I can.
And I take. I take all you have to offer as you spread your thighs for me, wanton and eager in that nest of soft sheets, your hair a tawny halo, your doe eyes glittery black in the darkness. You're generous with your body, offering yourself completely to my hands, to the caress of my mouth, trusting me with your skin, your desire, your pleasure. So much blind trust as you share your wealth, entrust me with your body, with its fragility.
Its your fragility that makes it beautiful. That makes it painful.
That has me aching for you in the middle of the night as I cry out your name in my self induced ecstasy.
That has me waking with the taste of your essence in my mouth, that musky sweetness you spill between us as you orgasm.
You sigh again when I push your thighs over my shoulders, and then you moan, soft and breathy and barely even there when I bury my face between them, sucking you in. Inhaling your scent, tasting you, all of you, velvet warmth sliding between my lips, pushing against my tongue.
You're quiet when I push inside you.
A long, slow, impossible stretch that has me gasping and panting against your neck as my hips move against yours. I sink into your heat, lose myself completely in the embrace of your flesh as your thighs ride up around my waist. You hold onto me, your blunt nails digging in the small of my back as my hips push, slide, grind, your lips a red-hot brand against my throat as I possess you. As I push myself into you, relentless, and you welcome me, welcome each thrust with a muted gasp, a clenching of your insides that has my pleasure boiling and spilling deep in the pit of my stomach.
I reach your core, press against it and we share it for an instant, the deepest part of you where we can be one. Where I'm you and you're me, where we merge into nothing and everything. Where reality explodes in a million glittery shards of pleasure.
Where we are one, bound by pleasure and love and desire. And I never want to leave, because home is where you are. Home is us, entangled in your sheets, with you trembling against me as you come between our bodies, your mouth spilling my name, voice hoarse and threadlike and desperate.
Tora…oh Tora, my love…
Home is my shuddering release deep inside you, filling you with opalescent warmth.
Home is you above me in the morning light, your hips rising and falling in my lap, your hair a wild mess of copper waves as you ride me, your back a smooth arch, lashes fanning on your pale cheeks.
Home is your mouth murmuring sweetness in my ear in the aftermath of our love, sweat slick and entangled, your delicate body fitting against mine.
Home is your eyes, dark and full of sensual mystery, glowing in the grey light before dawn as I re-learn every inch of your skin with mouth and fingers, with my body. Memorize every dip and curve, every line of muscle, the complex taste of your sweat.
Home is our forbidden love.
Home is you. All of you.
And as I slide back into my clothes in the morning, promises neither of us can keep heavy on our tongues, forever unspoken, your eyes full of regret and sadness, I feel homesick already.
Because home is where you are.
Where we are.
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Yeah, I'm angsty. I'm kinda amazed that I had the patience to write all this on my phone (my fingers are hurting), and I hope the formatting won't turn out too horrible since I'm posting from my mobile as well. I hope you guys enjoy this (especially you my love) even if it's tiny and sad XD Love y'all xoxo