The tease continues....now I feel evil. MWAHAHAHAHA
I posted a small tease earlier today thinking that I might finish it tonight-well I'm still working on it-so I decided to divide it into 2 parts. But IF I finish the rest tonight I'll post it as quick as a bunny. Hope you enjoy Part A of 'Taste for Leather'. (disclaimer-Ayano Yamane owns the VF characters, it's just nice (and naughty) to play with them, so the fic is mine.)
Taste For Leather
Penned by: goldfinch3
Rated: NC-17
Asami was wearing leather pants…
nothing but black leather pants. Snug, fitted leather pants. Snug, fitted, unzipped-no briefs underneath leather pants! Akihito stood at the door just having come in to complain to Asami why he’d sent his favorite lackey-Akira-to lug him out of his apartment, AGAIN. His words died in his throat, dryness taking over as he inhaled sharply without meaning to. NEVER had he seen Asami in nothing but his trademark suits, a bathrobe, a towel…or nude; okay, his thoughts were heading somewhere he didn’t need them to go and weren’t really helping his current situation.
Akihito was aware that he needed to take in his surroundings; it was vital to always be on the alert to what Asami could use against him or most likely on him when he stood in the devil’s playground, but Asami held his full attention. He shook slightly at the sexy oh no make that devilish smile that started to curl the sensual lips, the predator’s walk in Asami’s stride as he moved towards him and for the life of him he couldn’t make himself move as the world shrunk to golden eyes.
Strong hands pushed him against the closed door; one palm pressed against his stomach holding him in place-the warmth of it seeping through the fabric of his shirt while the other took the strap of his backpack and set it gently on the floor, those eyes still on his. Lips that tasted of whiskey and cigarette smoke claimed his in a tantalizing kiss; the flavors rich and drugging, luring his mouth to open to the heated wetness of a clever tongue that delved in to take possession in sinuous glides and strokes that made him yearn for more, always more.
He gripped Asami’s hip as the kiss got deeper, the fingers of his other hand clutching a strong bicep in reflex while Asami plundered his mouth, taking whatever he wanted, marking him from the inside out. Broad hands, calloused fingers, slid under his shirt pulling it up in the process of shaping his back-the mouth parting from his only to remove the article of clothing but quickly coming back to nip and trace his jaw, those hands now turning to his pants. Unbuttoned, the slide of the zipper sounded soft and erotic in the semi-silence of the room, as arousing as the gentle rasp of the leather of Asami’s pants against the coarseness of his jeans.
He became hard under his briefs at the sound, the smell of it, the warmth and feel of it under his fingers; Asami had seduced him, bred in him the taste for leather so he couldn’t prevent his reactions to it and Asami knew too well-the BASTARD-always using his weaknesses against him. One of these days he would get him for sure. Apparently sensing his minor distraction, Asami bit the tender lobe of his ear, bringing back his focus to the man’s ministrations while he hissed at the slight sting of the bite.
Takaba whimpered as the wicked mouth trailed down his neck, sucking sensitive flesh while his pants and briefs were pulled down leaving him bare to questing fingers that shaped the curves of his hips, his ass; they kneaded his firm flesh, the motion pushing his pelvis forward and making him cry out as his shaft came in contact with the leather, he rubbed himself unconsciously in a cat-like motion and the sensation made him moan and cling tighter to Asami in order not to fall weak kneed to the floor. He thought he heard a soft chuckle but he was to far gone in passion to be sure, and then whatever clarity he had left was lost as one of the hands on his ass pressed him harder against the leather covered hip giving him harder friction as a finger teased his opening. Akihito breathed out Asami’s name in a low moan; the scents of sex, the feel of the leather, Asami’s touch and smell filling his head drove him further, pushed him harder for release but before he reached it…everything stopped.
Taste For Leather
Penned by: goldfinch3
Rated: NC-17
Asami was wearing leather pants…
nothing but black leather pants. Snug, fitted leather pants. Snug, fitted, unzipped-no briefs underneath leather pants! Akihito stood at the door just having come in to complain to Asami why he’d sent his favorite lackey-Akira-to lug him out of his apartment, AGAIN. His words died in his throat, dryness taking over as he inhaled sharply without meaning to. NEVER had he seen Asami in nothing but his trademark suits, a bathrobe, a towel…or nude; okay, his thoughts were heading somewhere he didn’t need them to go and weren’t really helping his current situation.
Akihito was aware that he needed to take in his surroundings; it was vital to always be on the alert to what Asami could use against him or most likely on him when he stood in the devil’s playground, but Asami held his full attention. He shook slightly at the sexy oh no make that devilish smile that started to curl the sensual lips, the predator’s walk in Asami’s stride as he moved towards him and for the life of him he couldn’t make himself move as the world shrunk to golden eyes.
Strong hands pushed him against the closed door; one palm pressed against his stomach holding him in place-the warmth of it seeping through the fabric of his shirt while the other took the strap of his backpack and set it gently on the floor, those eyes still on his. Lips that tasted of whiskey and cigarette smoke claimed his in a tantalizing kiss; the flavors rich and drugging, luring his mouth to open to the heated wetness of a clever tongue that delved in to take possession in sinuous glides and strokes that made him yearn for more, always more.
He gripped Asami’s hip as the kiss got deeper, the fingers of his other hand clutching a strong bicep in reflex while Asami plundered his mouth, taking whatever he wanted, marking him from the inside out. Broad hands, calloused fingers, slid under his shirt pulling it up in the process of shaping his back-the mouth parting from his only to remove the article of clothing but quickly coming back to nip and trace his jaw, those hands now turning to his pants. Unbuttoned, the slide of the zipper sounded soft and erotic in the semi-silence of the room, as arousing as the gentle rasp of the leather of Asami’s pants against the coarseness of his jeans.
He became hard under his briefs at the sound, the smell of it, the warmth and feel of it under his fingers; Asami had seduced him, bred in him the taste for leather so he couldn’t prevent his reactions to it and Asami knew too well-the BASTARD-always using his weaknesses against him. One of these days he would get him for sure. Apparently sensing his minor distraction, Asami bit the tender lobe of his ear, bringing back his focus to the man’s ministrations while he hissed at the slight sting of the bite.
Takaba whimpered as the wicked mouth trailed down his neck, sucking sensitive flesh while his pants and briefs were pulled down leaving him bare to questing fingers that shaped the curves of his hips, his ass; they kneaded his firm flesh, the motion pushing his pelvis forward and making him cry out as his shaft came in contact with the leather, he rubbed himself unconsciously in a cat-like motion and the sensation made him moan and cling tighter to Asami in order not to fall weak kneed to the floor. He thought he heard a soft chuckle but he was to far gone in passion to be sure, and then whatever clarity he had left was lost as one of the hands on his ass pressed him harder against the leather covered hip giving him harder friction as a finger teased his opening. Akihito breathed out Asami’s name in a low moan; the scents of sex, the feel of the leather, Asami’s touch and smell filling his head drove him further, pushed him harder for release but before he reached it…everything stopped.