#20 Theme 06: Can't Forget You - Siam Shade; Tora/Aki/Hiroto
Title: Just A Reminder
Author: beyondtheremix
Theme: 006 Can’t Forget You (Siam Shade)
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Tora/Aki/Hiroto
Band[s]: Alice Nine, SID
Disclaimer/Warnings: PWP, a phone, a toy...
Comments: A birthday fic for tingedwords ಠ_ಠ
Just A Reminder
It was past midnight. SID’s live had long since finished and Alice Nine was probably done with some preproduction rehearsal by now. What were they doing? Were they in bed? Kissing, making love?
It was hard for Aki not to think about them when he was here, miles away with neither to reassure him. Did they miss him or was he just a distraction? Someone to fuck when they were home, add spice to their relationship, pretty accessory to their get-up.
Covering his mouth, Aki coughed roughly into the wool of his gloves. He was thankful no one was in the elevator, rubbing his dripping nose and artfully wiping his hands on worn denim jeans, as the lift moved up. Winter was most decidedly here and Aki was looking forward to washing down the tartarous smoke and biting air with something warm.
Ding. The layered doors parted in unison, revealing carpeted halls and glowing chandeliers. Ducking around the corner, Aki fished his card key out and opened the hotel door. With a sigh he let it click shut behind him, the secure sound muted in the richly furnished room.
At least it wasn’t cold.
Tossing his boots to the side, Aki rummaged through his duffel bags. Hoodies, sweats, briefs and socks, grunting in satisfaction, his fingers finally closed around glass.
Honey amber sloshed comfortingly against the bottle’s sides and swirled in the light. Padding into the bathroom, Aki twisted the bath faucet on and set his decanter of spiced whiskey to the side. Pulling off his sweater and tugging down his jeans, Aki watched the huge tub fill with water. It made his throat ache for relief, the growing lump there hard to assuage with only half an hour’s worth of heavy smoking.
It was always harder when he was the one on tour. Desperately lonely when he was the one in a hotel room big enough for three. These nights fear wrecked havoc on his conviction, returned him moody and bitter, ready to break everything off because how could this be love when he was the only one constantly lonely?
”I’m done with this.” He was utterly serious, utterly calm.
“What?” Fingers clenched beneath wrinkled sheets as Hiroto struggled to untangle himself from between Tora’s legs. His voice was rough, cracked, scared.
“I said I’m done. I’ve been thinking… I’ve actually had time to think away from you two and… this isn’t healthy.”
Aki’s brows furrowed deep. “You obviously don’t need me here taking up more space in your bed so I’m moving back in with Mao.”
“Don’t say that!” Hiroto hissed, anger boiling in his veins. “You’re here because we love you. You have a key to this apartment, space in the closet, your toothbrush near the sink because all of us want to live together and don’t you dare tell me you don’t want this, don’t you dare tell me what I need and don’t need because I need you here.”
“We both need you,” Tora spoke, stirred from sleep by the loud commotion.
Aki stood there staring at his feet. He couldn’t look them in the eye, not after he had decided for sure he was finally ready to leave.
“You said you would stay,” Hiroto whispered.
He wasn’t weak. These were just words. Words and promises that always made him feel empty when no one was around to share them because he needed to feel wanted. Aki’s eyes stung at the thought.
Once upon a time there was Tora and Hiroto; Tora and Hiroto only. But then Tora drew him in and Hiroto had him hooked. Blinking away the tears Aki nodded.
The next day they bought a bigger bed.
Wordlessly Aki unpacked the few things he’d managed to grab before Hiroto woke up and caught him red-handed. They broke the new mattress in and sat lazily piled against each other Saturday morning. Everything was back to normal.
Except Tora found Hiroto the night before, curled up asleep in their bathtub, eyes swollen and red-rimmed.
With a violent jerk, Aki turned off the faucet and yanked the stopper out of the drain. He wasn’t in the mood for a bath anymore. The tubs were always big enough for three.
Grabbing his whiskey, Aki downed a shot and kicked the bathroom door shut, hoping to drown out the sound of water churning down empty empty pipes as he threw himself onto the large bed.
He liked to think he was their plaything, a little seasoning to the large plate, because it hurt to know how affected they both were by his words.
He wanted to drink, drink until his eyes were blurry and his face was soaked red, get wasted enough to forget why he was drunk to begin with.
Aki hated drinking alone.
By the time his cell phone began vibrating and roared to life with some indecipherable song he couldn’t remember making his ringtone, Aki was four sips into a nice buzz.
“Lonely yet?”
Aki inhaled sharply, breath coming in hissed at the other’s low voice.
“Awww don’t be angry,” Tora purred above the bassist’s cat-like sounds, “I wish I could see you too.” He smirked at the disgruntled huff Aki made in response, reaching over to grab a pillow and tuck it under his head. Of course he was lonely, they all got lonely. Except this last tour Aki had stubbornly refused to call either man, claiming he wasn’t homesick and too tired to call anyways. Really he was fooling no one. He didn’t want to feel like a bother, seem clingy in any way, but Tora and Hiroto knew him better than that.
Footsteps alerted Tora seconds before Hiroto bounded atop their bed. Straight from the shower, water droplets slid down his bare chest, flew from his wet hair onto the covers and their current occupant.
“Aki-chaaaan,” the smaller man sing-songed, moseying up to the receiver in Tora’s hand. “We miss you.”
Something warm that had nothing to do with the whiskey in his veins shot up Aki’s spine and eased the tension in his muscles. It was good to know Tora and Hiroto cared enough to call - in the middle of the night, but a call no less. Although whether it was because they missed him or simply because they were bored, Aki couldn’t tell with Tora’s loud protests filling his ear.
”Who let the fucking squirrel in from the rain?”
“Hey! It’s my phone!”
He could imagine the usual scuffle taking place, something that never quite ended as innocent as it began.
“Mmmmphf!”
“Well maybe I wanted some alone time first.” Aki shuddered as Tora’s voice dropped an octave. Deep, sensual, like the other man was looming right above him, breathing in his ear. Teasing had always been one of his favorite pastimes and fuck did Tora do it well. Stifling a groan, Aki pressed a hand to the front of his pants, wishing now more than ever he was back home.
Hiroto grinned even as the older guitarist nipped harshly on his lower lip, pointed metal tracing down to his collarbone. Leaning back at the feel, Hiroto pulled Tora down with him, heat pooling in his belly, a surprised sound leaving his lips when the older man yanked his head back for better access.
They’d come a long way. The both of them. He could still remember the alarming fear and guilt of being found out the first time Tora threw him against the wall, arms forcibly pinned to his sides.
”You like him. You think he’s hot.” It was an almost-snarl full of just-bridled possession and neon jealousy. He needed to get this out before it became too much.
Refusing to quake beneath such strong accusation, Hiroto curled his hands into fists, meeting Tora’s glare with his own. There was no use denying what the other could so obviously see. “I think a lot of guys are hot,” he replied, tone slowly beginning to heat, “but that doesn’t mean I’m going to cheat on you with them.”
Their breathes fogged up the cold evening air outside the venue. Aki had unwittingly invited them to an after party, not quite aware of the way Hiroto’s eyes followed him longingly during SID’s live, but fond enough of the young guitarist all the same.
Tora stared at him for a long moment, as if his eyes could read the truth behind Hiroto’s every blink, every twitch of his fingers. In reality he was trying to curb the jealous rage and inadequacy that had been haunting him for a while now. Was he not enough? But no, Hiroto just said… and,
“What happens if I agree with you?” he was also intrigued. Tora was curious to know, wanted to see what those smoky eyes looked like heavy with lust, that pierced tongue hot on his flesh.
What happens indeed.
Tora’s voice was fire in his ears, singeing the skin and making him sweat, but so quiet it could have been Hiroto’s deepest hopes screaming to life, flames burrowing to his core and inspiring an immediate want.
Aki stared blearily at the ceiling, idly aware of his cock sitting irritatingly between his legs in the twice as irritatingly empty hotel room.
”What are you doing?”
His mind snapped back to the present, attention returning to the phone in his hand and away from the thoughts urging his fingers beneath the elastic of his waistband.
“Nu-Nothing,” came his hoarse reply.
“Mmmm Aki-chan’s being naughty.” Anything else Hiroto might have said next was cut off by something Aki strained hard to hear.
“On your knees,” Tora whispered menacingly quiet into the other’s ear. His right hand gripped Hiroto’s arm, pulling him up off the mattress and forcing him to comply.
“I need you to do two things for me Aki.” He could barely move, barely breathe with that voice demanding all his concentration and directing his growing need. “Get out your toy and strip.” Aki blushed fiercely at the command, opening his mouth to voice otherwise when Tora cut in.
“Don’t pretend like you don’t bring one on tour, I’ve already seen it.” Nodding, Aki kept the phone to his ear, unzipping his largest duffel and bringing out a small black bag. With shaking hands he listened to the shuffling sounds of cloth and skin, Tora’s low murmurings. A sharp smack echoed through the phone followed by Hiroto’s quiet moan, as Aki climbed back onto the hotel bed.
“You like that don’t you,” Tora hummed, hand leaving the red mark on Hiroto’s bare ass to rub a thumb over the other’s puckered entrance. He felt devious, basking in the heady control he had tonight.
“You should call more often,” he remarked offhandedly into the phone, cradling it between his ear and shoulder while his newly freed hand uncapped a tube of lube. “Sometimes it’s good to hear a familiar voice.”
Aki’s breath hitched, his hands already working his briefs off and squeezing lube out his own bottle.
“Sometimes I just want to hear your voice.”
“T-Tell me what you want,” Aki stuttered, eagerly tripping over the words as his hand slid between parted legs.
“I want you here. In front of me. On your hands and knees. You both look so pretty on your hands and knees…” Tora trailed off, shifting his concentration into preparing Hiroto.
“Spread them wider,” he chastised gruffly, landing another smack on the other’s rump and eliciting a small yep when he thrust his fingers in.
Aki squirmed on the starched hotel sheets, drinking up the small sounds and remembering the way Hiroto’s hips would dip forward that one inch when he slid a calloused finger in.
“I wouldn’t take my time with you,” Tora continued, grunting as Hiroto clenched down hard, making it difficult to even move. “A finger or two and I’d be up your ass.”
The bassist’s body moved of its own accord, mirroring a jumbled collage of memories and imagination as Aki hastily fingered himself, slick digits pulling out to wrap around the contours of a discreetly black dildo and pressing it in.
Tora smirked at the muffled whines on the other end. Pressing a thumb into the sensitive crease of Hiroto’s ass, he gripped stretched taut skin, pushing and pulling, roughly taking what he sought. His harsh breathing made Aki’s mind reel, thrusting the toy in time with Tora’s grunts, somehow the sound alone was enough to set him on edge.
“Please. Tora please.” He whispered on reflex, hips beginning jerking into his own hand, like the nights Hiroto went out and it was just the two of them; the elder guitarist draped over his back, giving, taking, holding back while he begged and writhed.
“I’d let you fuck him,” Tora finally bit out, voice all smoke and tempered possession as he gripped Hiroto’s hips tight, lips brushing the phone.
Aki scooted higher up the bed, lying back and letting his eyes slide closed he imagined the flexed weight of Hiroto on his hips, rocking and bouncing atop his hips. He held the phone between cheek and pillow, hands working himself into a frenzy while vibrations thrummed up his ass.
On the bed, Hiroto’s body burned. With each thrust he felt his body tip forward, slick skin popping against skin, until his cheek was pressed to the mattress, hands scrambling for purchase as that delicious burn began to seep and settle between his legs.
”I’d. Let you. Fuck him raw.”
Tora growled one last time into Hiroto’s iphone, his sentence sharp, hissed fragments as he slammed back into the other, dropping the phone completely in favor of a firmer grip around the smaller man’s waist.
With trembling fingers Hiroto reached for the slim mobile.
On the other side Aki could hear frantic breathing, soft pants and whimpers turned loud groans before,
"Aki," Hiroto breathed into the receiver.
That silent, desperate gasp for air the youngest of them always made before falling apart completely.
Groaning in frustration as his grip finally slipped on the toy’s end, Aki fumbled, licking his lips and shoving it in as deep and hard as he could. Fingers squeezing and tugging at his length was all it took before he too was arching off the bed, pleasure wracking his frame and turning him into a trembling mess of limbs and sweat.
Hiroto was electric, shaking, clawing at the sheets, pushing on the headboard as Tora continued to pump into him. The older man leaned over, crushing their bodies together and pressing hot kisses against Hiroto's skin. Tora's thrusts were relentless, belly brushing the other’s softening length, cock hitting prostate until Hiroto was pleading beneath him to finish, fingers twitching at the mind-numbing friction and wetness between them.
With a low keen deep in his chest, Tora pushed towards his release. Fast, choppy strokes. Then he was pulling out, hips twitching, agonizingly slow until the head of his cock was left spurting just inside Hiroto’s clenching hole. Tora groaned at the sight, riding out his pleasure with two more languid strokes all the way in, before pulling out completely to collapse on the bed.
“Fuck.”
Aki couldn’t help but smile as the other two returned the sentiment.
"That was to remind you what you're missing out on."
Sweet, sleepy dreams.
"So you better come home."
With a grin, Aki stretched like a cat and flopped over onto his belly. Nothing like good old hotel housekeeping to clean up a sticky mess.
"Fast."
Hanging up, he let his lashes flutter shut against a plush pillow. Oh he would most certainly be coming home soon.
A/N:
FAIL EVERYTHING OMG I DID NOT JUST WRITE THIS FAIL GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH.
I'm not bothering to edit this so no complaining *pouts*
Also the ending died b/c I was rushing to post on time (I MADE IT IN tingedwords'S TIME ZONE AT LEAST!)
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Author: beyondtheremix
Theme: 006 Can’t Forget You (Siam Shade)
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Tora/Aki/Hiroto
Band[s]: Alice Nine, SID
Disclaimer/Warnings: PWP, a phone, a toy...
Comments: A birthday fic for tingedwords ಠ_ಠ
Just A Reminder
It was past midnight. SID’s live had long since finished and Alice Nine was probably done with some preproduction rehearsal by now. What were they doing? Were they in bed? Kissing, making love?
It was hard for Aki not to think about them when he was here, miles away with neither to reassure him. Did they miss him or was he just a distraction? Someone to fuck when they were home, add spice to their relationship, pretty accessory to their get-up.
Covering his mouth, Aki coughed roughly into the wool of his gloves. He was thankful no one was in the elevator, rubbing his dripping nose and artfully wiping his hands on worn denim jeans, as the lift moved up. Winter was most decidedly here and Aki was looking forward to washing down the tartarous smoke and biting air with something warm.
Ding. The layered doors parted in unison, revealing carpeted halls and glowing chandeliers. Ducking around the corner, Aki fished his card key out and opened the hotel door. With a sigh he let it click shut behind him, the secure sound muted in the richly furnished room.
At least it wasn’t cold.
Tossing his boots to the side, Aki rummaged through his duffel bags. Hoodies, sweats, briefs and socks, grunting in satisfaction, his fingers finally closed around glass.
Honey amber sloshed comfortingly against the bottle’s sides and swirled in the light. Padding into the bathroom, Aki twisted the bath faucet on and set his decanter of spiced whiskey to the side. Pulling off his sweater and tugging down his jeans, Aki watched the huge tub fill with water. It made his throat ache for relief, the growing lump there hard to assuage with only half an hour’s worth of heavy smoking.
It was always harder when he was the one on tour. Desperately lonely when he was the one in a hotel room big enough for three. These nights fear wrecked havoc on his conviction, returned him moody and bitter, ready to break everything off because how could this be love when he was the only one constantly lonely?
”I’m done with this.” He was utterly serious, utterly calm.
“What?” Fingers clenched beneath wrinkled sheets as Hiroto struggled to untangle himself from between Tora’s legs. His voice was rough, cracked, scared.
“I said I’m done. I’ve been thinking… I’ve actually had time to think away from you two and… this isn’t healthy.”
Aki’s brows furrowed deep. “You obviously don’t need me here taking up more space in your bed so I’m moving back in with Mao.”
“Don’t say that!” Hiroto hissed, anger boiling in his veins. “You’re here because we love you. You have a key to this apartment, space in the closet, your toothbrush near the sink because all of us want to live together and don’t you dare tell me you don’t want this, don’t you dare tell me what I need and don’t need because I need you here.”
“We both need you,” Tora spoke, stirred from sleep by the loud commotion.
Aki stood there staring at his feet. He couldn’t look them in the eye, not after he had decided for sure he was finally ready to leave.
“You said you would stay,” Hiroto whispered.
He wasn’t weak. These were just words. Words and promises that always made him feel empty when no one was around to share them because he needed to feel wanted. Aki’s eyes stung at the thought.
Once upon a time there was Tora and Hiroto; Tora and Hiroto only. But then Tora drew him in and Hiroto had him hooked. Blinking away the tears Aki nodded.
The next day they bought a bigger bed.
Wordlessly Aki unpacked the few things he’d managed to grab before Hiroto woke up and caught him red-handed. They broke the new mattress in and sat lazily piled against each other Saturday morning. Everything was back to normal.
Except Tora found Hiroto the night before, curled up asleep in their bathtub, eyes swollen and red-rimmed.
With a violent jerk, Aki turned off the faucet and yanked the stopper out of the drain. He wasn’t in the mood for a bath anymore. The tubs were always big enough for three.
Grabbing his whiskey, Aki downed a shot and kicked the bathroom door shut, hoping to drown out the sound of water churning down empty empty pipes as he threw himself onto the large bed.
He liked to think he was their plaything, a little seasoning to the large plate, because it hurt to know how affected they both were by his words.
He wanted to drink, drink until his eyes were blurry and his face was soaked red, get wasted enough to forget why he was drunk to begin with.
Aki hated drinking alone.
By the time his cell phone began vibrating and roared to life with some indecipherable song he couldn’t remember making his ringtone, Aki was four sips into a nice buzz.
“Lonely yet?”
Aki inhaled sharply, breath coming in hissed at the other’s low voice.
“Awww don’t be angry,” Tora purred above the bassist’s cat-like sounds, “I wish I could see you too.” He smirked at the disgruntled huff Aki made in response, reaching over to grab a pillow and tuck it under his head. Of course he was lonely, they all got lonely. Except this last tour Aki had stubbornly refused to call either man, claiming he wasn’t homesick and too tired to call anyways. Really he was fooling no one. He didn’t want to feel like a bother, seem clingy in any way, but Tora and Hiroto knew him better than that.
Footsteps alerted Tora seconds before Hiroto bounded atop their bed. Straight from the shower, water droplets slid down his bare chest, flew from his wet hair onto the covers and their current occupant.
“Aki-chaaaan,” the smaller man sing-songed, moseying up to the receiver in Tora’s hand. “We miss you.”
Something warm that had nothing to do with the whiskey in his veins shot up Aki’s spine and eased the tension in his muscles. It was good to know Tora and Hiroto cared enough to call - in the middle of the night, but a call no less. Although whether it was because they missed him or simply because they were bored, Aki couldn’t tell with Tora’s loud protests filling his ear.
”Who let the fucking squirrel in from the rain?”
“Hey! It’s my phone!”
He could imagine the usual scuffle taking place, something that never quite ended as innocent as it began.
“Mmmmphf!”
“Well maybe I wanted some alone time first.” Aki shuddered as Tora’s voice dropped an octave. Deep, sensual, like the other man was looming right above him, breathing in his ear. Teasing had always been one of his favorite pastimes and fuck did Tora do it well. Stifling a groan, Aki pressed a hand to the front of his pants, wishing now more than ever he was back home.
Hiroto grinned even as the older guitarist nipped harshly on his lower lip, pointed metal tracing down to his collarbone. Leaning back at the feel, Hiroto pulled Tora down with him, heat pooling in his belly, a surprised sound leaving his lips when the older man yanked his head back for better access.
They’d come a long way. The both of them. He could still remember the alarming fear and guilt of being found out the first time Tora threw him against the wall, arms forcibly pinned to his sides.
”You like him. You think he’s hot.” It was an almost-snarl full of just-bridled possession and neon jealousy. He needed to get this out before it became too much.
Refusing to quake beneath such strong accusation, Hiroto curled his hands into fists, meeting Tora’s glare with his own. There was no use denying what the other could so obviously see. “I think a lot of guys are hot,” he replied, tone slowly beginning to heat, “but that doesn’t mean I’m going to cheat on you with them.”
Their breathes fogged up the cold evening air outside the venue. Aki had unwittingly invited them to an after party, not quite aware of the way Hiroto’s eyes followed him longingly during SID’s live, but fond enough of the young guitarist all the same.
Tora stared at him for a long moment, as if his eyes could read the truth behind Hiroto’s every blink, every twitch of his fingers. In reality he was trying to curb the jealous rage and inadequacy that had been haunting him for a while now. Was he not enough? But no, Hiroto just said… and,
“What happens if I agree with you?” he was also intrigued. Tora was curious to know, wanted to see what those smoky eyes looked like heavy with lust, that pierced tongue hot on his flesh.
What happens indeed.
Tora’s voice was fire in his ears, singeing the skin and making him sweat, but so quiet it could have been Hiroto’s deepest hopes screaming to life, flames burrowing to his core and inspiring an immediate want.
Aki stared blearily at the ceiling, idly aware of his cock sitting irritatingly between his legs in the twice as irritatingly empty hotel room.
”What are you doing?”
His mind snapped back to the present, attention returning to the phone in his hand and away from the thoughts urging his fingers beneath the elastic of his waistband.
“Nu-Nothing,” came his hoarse reply.
“Mmmm Aki-chan’s being naughty.” Anything else Hiroto might have said next was cut off by something Aki strained hard to hear.
“On your knees,” Tora whispered menacingly quiet into the other’s ear. His right hand gripped Hiroto’s arm, pulling him up off the mattress and forcing him to comply.
“I need you to do two things for me Aki.” He could barely move, barely breathe with that voice demanding all his concentration and directing his growing need. “Get out your toy and strip.” Aki blushed fiercely at the command, opening his mouth to voice otherwise when Tora cut in.
“Don’t pretend like you don’t bring one on tour, I’ve already seen it.” Nodding, Aki kept the phone to his ear, unzipping his largest duffel and bringing out a small black bag. With shaking hands he listened to the shuffling sounds of cloth and skin, Tora’s low murmurings. A sharp smack echoed through the phone followed by Hiroto’s quiet moan, as Aki climbed back onto the hotel bed.
“You like that don’t you,” Tora hummed, hand leaving the red mark on Hiroto’s bare ass to rub a thumb over the other’s puckered entrance. He felt devious, basking in the heady control he had tonight.
“You should call more often,” he remarked offhandedly into the phone, cradling it between his ear and shoulder while his newly freed hand uncapped a tube of lube. “Sometimes it’s good to hear a familiar voice.”
Aki’s breath hitched, his hands already working his briefs off and squeezing lube out his own bottle.
“Sometimes I just want to hear your voice.”
“T-Tell me what you want,” Aki stuttered, eagerly tripping over the words as his hand slid between parted legs.
“I want you here. In front of me. On your hands and knees. You both look so pretty on your hands and knees…” Tora trailed off, shifting his concentration into preparing Hiroto.
“Spread them wider,” he chastised gruffly, landing another smack on the other’s rump and eliciting a small yep when he thrust his fingers in.
Aki squirmed on the starched hotel sheets, drinking up the small sounds and remembering the way Hiroto’s hips would dip forward that one inch when he slid a calloused finger in.
“I wouldn’t take my time with you,” Tora continued, grunting as Hiroto clenched down hard, making it difficult to even move. “A finger or two and I’d be up your ass.”
The bassist’s body moved of its own accord, mirroring a jumbled collage of memories and imagination as Aki hastily fingered himself, slick digits pulling out to wrap around the contours of a discreetly black dildo and pressing it in.
Tora smirked at the muffled whines on the other end. Pressing a thumb into the sensitive crease of Hiroto’s ass, he gripped stretched taut skin, pushing and pulling, roughly taking what he sought. His harsh breathing made Aki’s mind reel, thrusting the toy in time with Tora’s grunts, somehow the sound alone was enough to set him on edge.
“Please. Tora please.” He whispered on reflex, hips beginning jerking into his own hand, like the nights Hiroto went out and it was just the two of them; the elder guitarist draped over his back, giving, taking, holding back while he begged and writhed.
“I’d let you fuck him,” Tora finally bit out, voice all smoke and tempered possession as he gripped Hiroto’s hips tight, lips brushing the phone.
Aki scooted higher up the bed, lying back and letting his eyes slide closed he imagined the flexed weight of Hiroto on his hips, rocking and bouncing atop his hips. He held the phone between cheek and pillow, hands working himself into a frenzy while vibrations thrummed up his ass.
On the bed, Hiroto’s body burned. With each thrust he felt his body tip forward, slick skin popping against skin, until his cheek was pressed to the mattress, hands scrambling for purchase as that delicious burn began to seep and settle between his legs.
”I’d. Let you. Fuck him raw.”
Tora growled one last time into Hiroto’s iphone, his sentence sharp, hissed fragments as he slammed back into the other, dropping the phone completely in favor of a firmer grip around the smaller man’s waist.
With trembling fingers Hiroto reached for the slim mobile.
On the other side Aki could hear frantic breathing, soft pants and whimpers turned loud groans before,
"Aki," Hiroto breathed into the receiver.
That silent, desperate gasp for air the youngest of them always made before falling apart completely.
Groaning in frustration as his grip finally slipped on the toy’s end, Aki fumbled, licking his lips and shoving it in as deep and hard as he could. Fingers squeezing and tugging at his length was all it took before he too was arching off the bed, pleasure wracking his frame and turning him into a trembling mess of limbs and sweat.
Hiroto was electric, shaking, clawing at the sheets, pushing on the headboard as Tora continued to pump into him. The older man leaned over, crushing their bodies together and pressing hot kisses against Hiroto's skin. Tora's thrusts were relentless, belly brushing the other’s softening length, cock hitting prostate until Hiroto was pleading beneath him to finish, fingers twitching at the mind-numbing friction and wetness between them.
With a low keen deep in his chest, Tora pushed towards his release. Fast, choppy strokes. Then he was pulling out, hips twitching, agonizingly slow until the head of his cock was left spurting just inside Hiroto’s clenching hole. Tora groaned at the sight, riding out his pleasure with two more languid strokes all the way in, before pulling out completely to collapse on the bed.
“Fuck.”
Aki couldn’t help but smile as the other two returned the sentiment.
"That was to remind you what you're missing out on."
Sweet, sleepy dreams.
"So you better come home."
With a grin, Aki stretched like a cat and flopped over onto his belly. Nothing like good old hotel housekeeping to clean up a sticky mess.
"Fast."
Hanging up, he let his lashes flutter shut against a plush pillow. Oh he would most certainly be coming home soon.
A/N:
FAIL EVERYTHING OMG I DID NOT JUST WRITE THIS FAIL GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH.
I'm not bothering to edit this so no complaining *pouts*
Also the ending died b/c I was rushing to post on time (I MADE IT IN tingedwords'S TIME ZONE AT LEAST!)
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