Fic: Perfect Place, Panik RPS, Juri/band member, NC17/18
Title: Perfect Place
Author: Beren
Fandom: Panik RPS
Pairing: Juri/another member of the band
Rating: NC17/18
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction, the real people in it are used without their permission and I definitely don't own them or have any copyright to any part of any of them. I do not believe any of this happened, is likely to happen or should happen it is simply a story created around known facts about those involved.
Warnings: none
Summary: Juri has a lover who is insatiable and he enjoys every moment.
Author's Notes: This is for sarahsan, happy birthday, I hope you are having a great day.
Word count: 1,487
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Juri arched his back trying desperately to maintain the hot heat that was driving him to distraction, but firm hands on his hips wouldn't let him. His body was singing with need and he was being played with like a toy, but there was nothing he could do and, given how wonderful it was, he really couldn't complain too much.
"More," he begged, "please."
He wasn't usually very vocal during sex, well he hadn’t been until this current relationship had started. Now he was many things he hadn't thought he was before; he was learning new things about himself every day. For example, he had never imagined quite how much he liked sex, not until he had been systematically taken apart and put back together in their first encounter. These days he was ready, willing and able just about anywhere, which was why he found himself pushed up against a wall, with his jeans around his ankles, and a very talented mouth on his cock.
In response to his pleading he was rewarded for a little while with tight, warm heat and an amazing tongue, but it didn't last. He looked down into sparkling blue-green eyes and saw mischief and lust looking back at him. He knew he was being baited, knew exactly how well all his buttons were being pushed, but that didn't change the way he reacted. They were in a store cupboard at a venue while the others finished a sound check and Juri had had just about as much teasing as he could take.
With a growl he pulled his assailant to his feet and all but threw him onto the set of storage boxes that was a little way from the wall. He had to grab at his jeans and underwear and pull them up before he could follow, but it wasn't like he hadn't had practice. Finding himself in strange places with his trousers down was getting to be a habit.
"I'm going to fuck you within an inch of your life," he said as he all but stalked his prey.
"God I hope so," was the irreverent response.
It took him less than thirty seconds to flip his companion and bend him over the crates, dig into the deep pockets of his lover's jeans to retrieve what he knew would be there and release the fastenings of said jeans so he could pull them down. He revealed slim hips and a firm arse and he gave himself a few seconds to admire them before continuing in his quest.
In his hand was a small sachet of lube and a condom, something he had learned very quickly were always on hand. If he had been accused of being a sex addict he would have denied it, but he wouldn't have denied that he was happy to be one by association. Being with someone who was, quite frankly, insatiable was demanding, but very rewarding as well. With practiced ease he rolled the condom onto his already hard cock and ripped open the sachet of lube with his teeth, slicking two fingers with half of it.
There was no need to be gentle; with the amount of times they did this it was completely unnecessary and would most likely have been greeted with orders to hurry up and not be such a girl, so he didn't even try. What he did do was find his lover's entrance with ease and carefully push in his lubricated fingers. He was rewarded with a low, indulgent moan that sent messages to his cock, which was demanding he finish this as soon as possible. There was no way he was going to cause harm, that was one thing he had made clear on their very first encounter, so he took time to make sure his lover was ready, but it didn't take long.
Using the remaining lube, he slicked his sheathed cock and lined himself up before pushing forward and giving a long moan of his own. He loved this, he really did and he was coming to realise that he loved the man beneath him just as much. It wasn't something they had talked about, but he felt it and sometimes he thought he could see it returned in those expressive eyes. This had started as sex, but it had ceased to be just that for him and as he sank into his lover he could feel so much more than the physical pleasure. He wanted to do this forever, especially as the quiet sounds of bliss reached his ears from his needy partner.
He began to move with slow, even thrusts, going deep every time, just the way he knew would be appreciated. With each one he changed his angle slightly, moving carefully until he heard the small, hitched noise which told him he had found his target. Once found, he angled carefully to make sure he hit the sensitive spot inside his lover with every thrust; he was a drummer after all and he knew exactly how to make sure every beat sounded out perfectly.
They could not be loud, not here, or they would be discovered, but need was not necessarily indicated by volume and he could hear, as well as feel his lover dissolving under his touches. With each stroke he became more forceful, making good on his promise and, as wave after wave of pleasure ripped through him, he made sure to do his very best to give as good as he was getting.
"Need ..." was the desperate word from his lover that told him they were as close to the edge as each other.
It was the only indication he needed and he broke his rhythm for just a moment, pulling them both back and up from where they were hard up against the packing case. He gave his lover a moment to readjust and brace himself and then he began thrusting again, but this time he wrapped one arm all the way around the slim body beneath him, curling his fingers around the needy cock he quickly found.
He wanted to come and his muscles were trembling with need, but he wanted his lover to come apart first. It would have been so easy to let go and he knew he could finish his lover by hand, but he wanted to come while buried deep in that pert arse as strong muscles clamped around him in the grip of their own orgasm.
The sounds from both their lips were desperate now and he pumped the cock in his hand hard.
"Juri," he felt his lover come through every inch of flesh where they were joined and it was the push he needed.
Releasing his iron control he let himself go and thrusting hard into the tight, clenching hole one more time he let his orgasm take him and he shuddered into his willing lover as rivulets of white heat spread through his body. It never ceased to amaze him how he never became tired of this, how each time was as incredible as the last and it wasn't just the edge of excitement of their unusual sex life.
As he let the edges of his orgasm pass, he relaxed against the back of his slowly collapsing lover and enjoyed the moment of closeness. They weren't allowed this where strangers might see, not even the brush touch of fingers, but Juri could cope with that.
"I love you," he found himself saying and he felt the body beneath him stiffen for a moment.
He pulled out slowly, suddenly afraid that he had said something wrong, leaving just one hand on his lover's back. The tableau held for what felt like eternity and when movement happened it was only to pull up discarded clothes and Juri followed suit. He cleaned himself up quickly and put himself back together, but he could not take his eyes off his lover's back. When eyes finally met his own he was honestly terrified and doubted all he had thought he had seen in those eyes before.
"Say it again," was the quiet instruction.
"I love you," he said without hesitation and blue-green eyes went wide.
He held his breath waiting for more and this time it was the hot flash of joy that went through him rather than fear as he watched that captivating face break into a wide smile.
"I love you too," were the words that made him smile just as broadly.
He found himself with am armful of skinny male almost immediately and he did not hesitate to pull the vibrant form close to him.
"David," he whispered and buried his face in soft dark hair.
Wiry arms wound around him as well and held him just as hard and he didn't care that they were in a store cupboard; this was exactly where he was supposed to be.
The End
Author: Beren
Fandom: Panik RPS
Pairing: Juri/another member of the band
Rating: NC17/18
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction, the real people in it are used without their permission and I definitely don't own them or have any copyright to any part of any of them. I do not believe any of this happened, is likely to happen or should happen it is simply a story created around known facts about those involved.
Warnings: none
Summary: Juri has a lover who is insatiable and he enjoys every moment.
Author's Notes: This is for sarahsan, happy birthday, I hope you are having a great day.
Word count: 1,487
Long Fics | HP Short fics | All Other Short Fics | Series Fics
Juri arched his back trying desperately to maintain the hot heat that was driving him to distraction, but firm hands on his hips wouldn't let him. His body was singing with need and he was being played with like a toy, but there was nothing he could do and, given how wonderful it was, he really couldn't complain too much.
"More," he begged, "please."
He wasn't usually very vocal during sex, well he hadn’t been until this current relationship had started. Now he was many things he hadn't thought he was before; he was learning new things about himself every day. For example, he had never imagined quite how much he liked sex, not until he had been systematically taken apart and put back together in their first encounter. These days he was ready, willing and able just about anywhere, which was why he found himself pushed up against a wall, with his jeans around his ankles, and a very talented mouth on his cock.
In response to his pleading he was rewarded for a little while with tight, warm heat and an amazing tongue, but it didn't last. He looked down into sparkling blue-green eyes and saw mischief and lust looking back at him. He knew he was being baited, knew exactly how well all his buttons were being pushed, but that didn't change the way he reacted. They were in a store cupboard at a venue while the others finished a sound check and Juri had had just about as much teasing as he could take.
With a growl he pulled his assailant to his feet and all but threw him onto the set of storage boxes that was a little way from the wall. He had to grab at his jeans and underwear and pull them up before he could follow, but it wasn't like he hadn't had practice. Finding himself in strange places with his trousers down was getting to be a habit.
"I'm going to fuck you within an inch of your life," he said as he all but stalked his prey.
"God I hope so," was the irreverent response.
It took him less than thirty seconds to flip his companion and bend him over the crates, dig into the deep pockets of his lover's jeans to retrieve what he knew would be there and release the fastenings of said jeans so he could pull them down. He revealed slim hips and a firm arse and he gave himself a few seconds to admire them before continuing in his quest.
In his hand was a small sachet of lube and a condom, something he had learned very quickly were always on hand. If he had been accused of being a sex addict he would have denied it, but he wouldn't have denied that he was happy to be one by association. Being with someone who was, quite frankly, insatiable was demanding, but very rewarding as well. With practiced ease he rolled the condom onto his already hard cock and ripped open the sachet of lube with his teeth, slicking two fingers with half of it.
There was no need to be gentle; with the amount of times they did this it was completely unnecessary and would most likely have been greeted with orders to hurry up and not be such a girl, so he didn't even try. What he did do was find his lover's entrance with ease and carefully push in his lubricated fingers. He was rewarded with a low, indulgent moan that sent messages to his cock, which was demanding he finish this as soon as possible. There was no way he was going to cause harm, that was one thing he had made clear on their very first encounter, so he took time to make sure his lover was ready, but it didn't take long.
Using the remaining lube, he slicked his sheathed cock and lined himself up before pushing forward and giving a long moan of his own. He loved this, he really did and he was coming to realise that he loved the man beneath him just as much. It wasn't something they had talked about, but he felt it and sometimes he thought he could see it returned in those expressive eyes. This had started as sex, but it had ceased to be just that for him and as he sank into his lover he could feel so much more than the physical pleasure. He wanted to do this forever, especially as the quiet sounds of bliss reached his ears from his needy partner.
He began to move with slow, even thrusts, going deep every time, just the way he knew would be appreciated. With each one he changed his angle slightly, moving carefully until he heard the small, hitched noise which told him he had found his target. Once found, he angled carefully to make sure he hit the sensitive spot inside his lover with every thrust; he was a drummer after all and he knew exactly how to make sure every beat sounded out perfectly.
They could not be loud, not here, or they would be discovered, but need was not necessarily indicated by volume and he could hear, as well as feel his lover dissolving under his touches. With each stroke he became more forceful, making good on his promise and, as wave after wave of pleasure ripped through him, he made sure to do his very best to give as good as he was getting.
"Need ..." was the desperate word from his lover that told him they were as close to the edge as each other.
It was the only indication he needed and he broke his rhythm for just a moment, pulling them both back and up from where they were hard up against the packing case. He gave his lover a moment to readjust and brace himself and then he began thrusting again, but this time he wrapped one arm all the way around the slim body beneath him, curling his fingers around the needy cock he quickly found.
He wanted to come and his muscles were trembling with need, but he wanted his lover to come apart first. It would have been so easy to let go and he knew he could finish his lover by hand, but he wanted to come while buried deep in that pert arse as strong muscles clamped around him in the grip of their own orgasm.
The sounds from both their lips were desperate now and he pumped the cock in his hand hard.
"Juri," he felt his lover come through every inch of flesh where they were joined and it was the push he needed.
Releasing his iron control he let himself go and thrusting hard into the tight, clenching hole one more time he let his orgasm take him and he shuddered into his willing lover as rivulets of white heat spread through his body. It never ceased to amaze him how he never became tired of this, how each time was as incredible as the last and it wasn't just the edge of excitement of their unusual sex life.
As he let the edges of his orgasm pass, he relaxed against the back of his slowly collapsing lover and enjoyed the moment of closeness. They weren't allowed this where strangers might see, not even the brush touch of fingers, but Juri could cope with that.
"I love you," he found himself saying and he felt the body beneath him stiffen for a moment.
He pulled out slowly, suddenly afraid that he had said something wrong, leaving just one hand on his lover's back. The tableau held for what felt like eternity and when movement happened it was only to pull up discarded clothes and Juri followed suit. He cleaned himself up quickly and put himself back together, but he could not take his eyes off his lover's back. When eyes finally met his own he was honestly terrified and doubted all he had thought he had seen in those eyes before.
"Say it again," was the quiet instruction.
"I love you," he said without hesitation and blue-green eyes went wide.
He held his breath waiting for more and this time it was the hot flash of joy that went through him rather than fear as he watched that captivating face break into a wide smile.
"I love you too," were the words that made him smile just as broadly.
He found himself with am armful of skinny male almost immediately and he did not hesitate to pull the vibrant form close to him.
"David," he whispered and buried his face in soft dark hair.
Wiry arms wound around him as well and held him just as hard and he didn't care that they were in a store cupboard; this was exactly where he was supposed to be.
The End