#8 Theme 31: Murder Freaks - D'espairsRay; Tora/Hiroto
Title: Strumming My Pain With His Finger
Author: beyondtheremix
Theme: 031 Murder Freaks (D’espairsRay)
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Tora/Hiroto
Band[s]: Alice Nine
Disclaimer: smut
Comments: lol title
Strumming My Pain With His Finger
There was something to be said about the way Hiroto could turn Tora on just like that, like a cheap light bulb just begging to be lit. One minute Hiroto had been innocently straddling his practice amp, bent over to adjust the loose wiring and knobs in the back, the next minute Tora was draped over his back tugging the collar of his shirt down to lick, suck, and bite at his neck.
"Tora I’m trying to - ahh - praaah-practice."
Hiroto pulled them both into a standing position, squeezed his eyes shut, and tried to will his body to follow up on the claim - he definitely had more discipline than this. I do. Yes, I definitely do. But in all honesty, he didn't care. So much for discipline. They were at home, the walls were soundproof, and he could probably play all their songs backwards if he wanted to. Either way he was already groaning, voice dropping an octave, already rippling with gruff arousal.
The sharp twang of Hiroto's guitar reverberated through the room as Tora dragged lips, tongue, teeth and piercing back up skin to suck roughly at the base of Hiroto's hairline causing sweet shivers to run down his spine. Hands released collar, choosing instead to drop to the waistband of Hiroto's pants. They barely touched skin as they slipped up his shirt to lightly skim and slide around Hiroto's waist before coming to stop, dancing above a trembling belly. Hiroto’s hands involuntarily jerked on the guitar strings, sending more unintelligible sounds into the air, his body moving closer to Tora’s.
He could always practice later.
Tora chuckled when he felt Hiroto arch up against him, trying to get more than the teasing touches.
“You’re too sensitive,” he whispered through a wicked grin.
Not in the mood to worry about his weakness, Hiroto allowed Tora to take his guitar off and place it on the stand in the corner. Turning around Tora couldn’t help but chuckle again; Hiroto hadn’t moved an inch and was still standing off to the side eyeing him expectantly. He may have been the easy light bulb, but Hiroto was the just as eager, always-ready outlet.
Sidling up to him, Tora let his hands hover at Hiroto’s sides tracing circles and swirled patterns. Hiroto was slightly alarmed when his body moved of its own accord again, chest slightly jutting out, nipples tingling, waiting, wanting to be touched. His eyes widened incredulously when Tora simply obeyed Hiroto’s wordless demand, pulling the shirt off and running rugged fingertips over smooth chest.
“Much too sensitive,” Tora whispered throatily leaning forward to bring their lips together.
Hiroto nearly squeaked into the kiss, sputtering and somehow blowing air into the other’s mouth, as fingers traced the outlined muscles of his chest inches below his nipples, rubbing the same sensitive area until Hiroto grabbed the roaming hands and brought them back to his waist. Laughing at how ticklish Hiroto was, Tora brought his hands further back to cup Hiroto’s bottom, pulling him closer to push their hips into a painfully delicious grind. Hiroto was already embarrassingly hard from the touches alone and felt his cock jump in his jeans when Tora landed a mischievous slap to his side.
“Bedroom. Now.”
Nodding just as mischievously, Hiroto gave a quick nip to Tora’s lips, tugging playfully at them before giving a particularly hard thrust against the other’s hips. Pulling back abruptly, he escaped Tora’s groping hands and ran down the hallway. It took Tora a breathless second to catch up with the intensity of Hiroto’s actions, blinking like his mind was on vacation, before he too was moving down the hallway, pulling his shirt off and entering their bedroom.
Hiroto was once again standing in the middle of the room waiting completely motionless with anticipation. He eyes slowly made their way up the tight spread of Tora’s belted jeans, up inked and taut skin to predatory eyes, dilated and watching his every movement. Reaching out, he tugged at the belt, fingers slipping an inch into Tora’s pants to pull him forward, nails scraping skin, until Hiroto was smiling coyly at Tora’s hitched breath and their bodies were once again pressed flush against each other.
Hiroto pulled harder at the belt and jeans, letting them push down and meeting their buckled resistance as he reached up on tiptoe to breathe a ‘please’ against parted lips, the knuckle of a finger rubbing a suggestive trail down Tora’s lower abdomen.
Tora was more than willing and more than eager to press Hiroto into their awaiting bed, but was again taken aback when the other quickly flipped their positions, forcing him into a seated position against their headboard. Hiroto slid forward to settle onto warm thighs and tilted his head in for another crushing kiss.
Tora’s tongue against his was sending sparks of pleasure bundling in and tightening Hiroto’s chest. Rough, soft probing at the roof of his mouth plunged his mind into blinding white, completely blank except for the intense pleasure threatening to burst out of his ears and crack the shell of his skull. His own groan echoed and filled Hiroto’s ears, muffled in between their mouths, but seemingly so loud in his mind he didn’t even notice or hear Tora shifting beneath him on the bed, didn’t realize the other was moving until he hit the mattress, arms untangling and now tied to the bed.
“No more surprises tonight,” Tora whispered dangerously, caressing his held up arms.
Huffing and trying to reassemble his mind into a shape fit enough to even think about sticking his tongue out in mock anger, Hiroto gave the restraints a sharp, experimental pull before relaxing back onto the bed.
The next half hour was pure torture.
Hiroto could barely comprehend the tongue that was rediscovering each and every one of his sensitive spots. Fingers traced and slick wet followed, ghosting over skin that tensed and moved with it, quivering and straining for more.
"T-Tora you're kill-killing me - AH!" Hiroto nearly screamed as Tora’s head dipped between his spread legs. He fought hard not to simply clench them around the mop of silky hair when Tora began lapping at his entrance, tongue flat against shuddering skin. His body ached for more, finally receiving some sort of relief in the slick fingers that entered him.
Hiroto’s moans were growing more and more unrestrained, a luxury soundproof walls nurtured and afforded, a noise the stretching of skin coerced. Tora was three fingers in, knuckles deep and smirking with each reflexive thump of Hiroto’s hand on the headboard, each attempted push of his hips.
“Fuck! Tora, just - now!” He really didn’t know how much more of the teasing he could take. Hands and mouth were everywhere, in and on everything but the one place he needed most. The feral look in Tora’s eyes only made Hiroto more desperate; they screamed disobedience, an impish desire to prolong his suffering, and Hiroto just really wanted his fucking release. It wasn’t often Tora made him wait - the other was always just as keen to get on to the fucking - and every minute was killing him.
All thoughts dissipated when Tora’s right hand did a twist, his left hand sloping up and down thigh, and then Hiroto was screaming again as fingers pressed into his prostate. The feeling was deliciously good. Hiroto couldn’t control the way his head pressed further back into their pillows, the way his arms frantically banged against the headboard trying to somehow reach between his legs and make Tora go deeper. He couldn’t control the way his heels dug into the sheets, pushing them back and making the bed dip as he writhed. He couldn’t control the way he was begging and the way Tora was smiling oh so evilly as his fingers thrummed inside the other, the muscles of Tora’s arms rapidly flexing and unflexing with each flick and rub.
He gave one last curl of his fingers, all of them tightening towards his palm, his thumb pressed into the skin just below Hiroto’s taut sac, gave them one last thrust and sideways slant before Hiroto was coming completely undone. Heated walls gripped Tora’s fingers and time stopped and slowed to watch the other arch off the bed, knees marginally bent, sweaty heels surely stretching fabric as hot release spurt forcefully onto his stomach.
Hiroto’s chest heaved while he tried to focus. Tora was plastered to his side again, the evil man, hand cupping his slowly cooling cheek. He leaned in for a kiss, missing when Hiroto turned his head away to try and normalize his breathing.
“Give me… a second… You just… fucking… killed me.” The panting was making it predictably hard to talk.
“Killed you did I?” Tora asked, a quiet laugh rumbling low in his throat. He was nuzzling Hiroto’s neck, working at the bonds on his wrists.
“Fucking murderer.” They both smirked at Hiroto’s diction.
Letting the other move to sit on the skin of his exposed stomach, Tora gave a teasing growl and roll of his hips. “Well then I suggest you exact your revenge.”
A/N:
Oh Tora. He just wanted Pon to sit still and let him have his way ~
Hope it was okay. It's only the 8th/9th thing I've written so far. Comment and tell me what you think!<3
And! And if you haven't heard the title's song you should listen to it (not that it has anything to do with what I wrote XDDDD): Killing Me Softly
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Author: beyondtheremix
Theme: 031 Murder Freaks (D’espairsRay)
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Tora/Hiroto
Band[s]: Alice Nine
Disclaimer: smut
Comments: lol title
Strumming My Pain With His Finger
There was something to be said about the way Hiroto could turn Tora on just like that, like a cheap light bulb just begging to be lit. One minute Hiroto had been innocently straddling his practice amp, bent over to adjust the loose wiring and knobs in the back, the next minute Tora was draped over his back tugging the collar of his shirt down to lick, suck, and bite at his neck.
"Tora I’m trying to - ahh - praaah-practice."
Hiroto pulled them both into a standing position, squeezed his eyes shut, and tried to will his body to follow up on the claim - he definitely had more discipline than this. I do. Yes, I definitely do. But in all honesty, he didn't care. So much for discipline. They were at home, the walls were soundproof, and he could probably play all their songs backwards if he wanted to. Either way he was already groaning, voice dropping an octave, already rippling with gruff arousal.
The sharp twang of Hiroto's guitar reverberated through the room as Tora dragged lips, tongue, teeth and piercing back up skin to suck roughly at the base of Hiroto's hairline causing sweet shivers to run down his spine. Hands released collar, choosing instead to drop to the waistband of Hiroto's pants. They barely touched skin as they slipped up his shirt to lightly skim and slide around Hiroto's waist before coming to stop, dancing above a trembling belly. Hiroto’s hands involuntarily jerked on the guitar strings, sending more unintelligible sounds into the air, his body moving closer to Tora’s.
He could always practice later.
Tora chuckled when he felt Hiroto arch up against him, trying to get more than the teasing touches.
“You’re too sensitive,” he whispered through a wicked grin.
Not in the mood to worry about his weakness, Hiroto allowed Tora to take his guitar off and place it on the stand in the corner. Turning around Tora couldn’t help but chuckle again; Hiroto hadn’t moved an inch and was still standing off to the side eyeing him expectantly. He may have been the easy light bulb, but Hiroto was the just as eager, always-ready outlet.
Sidling up to him, Tora let his hands hover at Hiroto’s sides tracing circles and swirled patterns. Hiroto was slightly alarmed when his body moved of its own accord again, chest slightly jutting out, nipples tingling, waiting, wanting to be touched. His eyes widened incredulously when Tora simply obeyed Hiroto’s wordless demand, pulling the shirt off and running rugged fingertips over smooth chest.
“Much too sensitive,” Tora whispered throatily leaning forward to bring their lips together.
Hiroto nearly squeaked into the kiss, sputtering and somehow blowing air into the other’s mouth, as fingers traced the outlined muscles of his chest inches below his nipples, rubbing the same sensitive area until Hiroto grabbed the roaming hands and brought them back to his waist. Laughing at how ticklish Hiroto was, Tora brought his hands further back to cup Hiroto’s bottom, pulling him closer to push their hips into a painfully delicious grind. Hiroto was already embarrassingly hard from the touches alone and felt his cock jump in his jeans when Tora landed a mischievous slap to his side.
“Bedroom. Now.”
Nodding just as mischievously, Hiroto gave a quick nip to Tora’s lips, tugging playfully at them before giving a particularly hard thrust against the other’s hips. Pulling back abruptly, he escaped Tora’s groping hands and ran down the hallway. It took Tora a breathless second to catch up with the intensity of Hiroto’s actions, blinking like his mind was on vacation, before he too was moving down the hallway, pulling his shirt off and entering their bedroom.
Hiroto was once again standing in the middle of the room waiting completely motionless with anticipation. He eyes slowly made their way up the tight spread of Tora’s belted jeans, up inked and taut skin to predatory eyes, dilated and watching his every movement. Reaching out, he tugged at the belt, fingers slipping an inch into Tora’s pants to pull him forward, nails scraping skin, until Hiroto was smiling coyly at Tora’s hitched breath and their bodies were once again pressed flush against each other.
Hiroto pulled harder at the belt and jeans, letting them push down and meeting their buckled resistance as he reached up on tiptoe to breathe a ‘please’ against parted lips, the knuckle of a finger rubbing a suggestive trail down Tora’s lower abdomen.
Tora was more than willing and more than eager to press Hiroto into their awaiting bed, but was again taken aback when the other quickly flipped their positions, forcing him into a seated position against their headboard. Hiroto slid forward to settle onto warm thighs and tilted his head in for another crushing kiss.
Tora’s tongue against his was sending sparks of pleasure bundling in and tightening Hiroto’s chest. Rough, soft probing at the roof of his mouth plunged his mind into blinding white, completely blank except for the intense pleasure threatening to burst out of his ears and crack the shell of his skull. His own groan echoed and filled Hiroto’s ears, muffled in between their mouths, but seemingly so loud in his mind he didn’t even notice or hear Tora shifting beneath him on the bed, didn’t realize the other was moving until he hit the mattress, arms untangling and now tied to the bed.
“No more surprises tonight,” Tora whispered dangerously, caressing his held up arms.
Huffing and trying to reassemble his mind into a shape fit enough to even think about sticking his tongue out in mock anger, Hiroto gave the restraints a sharp, experimental pull before relaxing back onto the bed.
The next half hour was pure torture.
Hiroto could barely comprehend the tongue that was rediscovering each and every one of his sensitive spots. Fingers traced and slick wet followed, ghosting over skin that tensed and moved with it, quivering and straining for more.
"T-Tora you're kill-killing me - AH!" Hiroto nearly screamed as Tora’s head dipped between his spread legs. He fought hard not to simply clench them around the mop of silky hair when Tora began lapping at his entrance, tongue flat against shuddering skin. His body ached for more, finally receiving some sort of relief in the slick fingers that entered him.
Hiroto’s moans were growing more and more unrestrained, a luxury soundproof walls nurtured and afforded, a noise the stretching of skin coerced. Tora was three fingers in, knuckles deep and smirking with each reflexive thump of Hiroto’s hand on the headboard, each attempted push of his hips.
“Fuck! Tora, just - now!” He really didn’t know how much more of the teasing he could take. Hands and mouth were everywhere, in and on everything but the one place he needed most. The feral look in Tora’s eyes only made Hiroto more desperate; they screamed disobedience, an impish desire to prolong his suffering, and Hiroto just really wanted his fucking release. It wasn’t often Tora made him wait - the other was always just as keen to get on to the fucking - and every minute was killing him.
All thoughts dissipated when Tora’s right hand did a twist, his left hand sloping up and down thigh, and then Hiroto was screaming again as fingers pressed into his prostate. The feeling was deliciously good. Hiroto couldn’t control the way his head pressed further back into their pillows, the way his arms frantically banged against the headboard trying to somehow reach between his legs and make Tora go deeper. He couldn’t control the way his heels dug into the sheets, pushing them back and making the bed dip as he writhed. He couldn’t control the way he was begging and the way Tora was smiling oh so evilly as his fingers thrummed inside the other, the muscles of Tora’s arms rapidly flexing and unflexing with each flick and rub.
He gave one last curl of his fingers, all of them tightening towards his palm, his thumb pressed into the skin just below Hiroto’s taut sac, gave them one last thrust and sideways slant before Hiroto was coming completely undone. Heated walls gripped Tora’s fingers and time stopped and slowed to watch the other arch off the bed, knees marginally bent, sweaty heels surely stretching fabric as hot release spurt forcefully onto his stomach.
Hiroto’s chest heaved while he tried to focus. Tora was plastered to his side again, the evil man, hand cupping his slowly cooling cheek. He leaned in for a kiss, missing when Hiroto turned his head away to try and normalize his breathing.
“Give me… a second… You just… fucking… killed me.” The panting was making it predictably hard to talk.
“Killed you did I?” Tora asked, a quiet laugh rumbling low in his throat. He was nuzzling Hiroto’s neck, working at the bonds on his wrists.
“Fucking murderer.” They both smirked at Hiroto’s diction.
Letting the other move to sit on the skin of his exposed stomach, Tora gave a teasing growl and roll of his hips. “Well then I suggest you exact your revenge.”
A/N:
Oh Tora. He just wanted Pon to sit still and let him have his way ~
Hope it was okay. It's only the 8th/9th thing I've written so far. Comment and tell me what you think!<3
And! And if you haven't heard the title's song you should listen to it (not that it has anything to do with what I wrote XDDDD): Killing Me Softly
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