Welcome to Mizer House, Ch. 13A/x
Title: Welcome to Mizer House
Chapters: 13A/x
Author: konicoffee
Genre: School life, Slice of Life, Drama, AU, Humor?, Crack with Plot, Smut (some chapters)
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters in this story, and I don't own The Lord of the Rings.
Warnings: Extreme OOC-ness, language, smut
Rating: NC-17
Pairings/Characters: For this chapter - Hiroto/Jin, Uruha/Aoi, Tora/Kazuki
Bands: The GazettE, ScReW, Malice Mizer, Alice Nine, An Cafe, SuG, more to be added later
Synopsis: Kai is in high school. He lives in an all-male dormitory with bizarre and quirky, but extremely attractive residents. Adventures, drama, and temptation fill the interiors of Mizer House. Premise is roughly based on Koko wa Greenwood.
Comments: It's a side chapter! The people who have been reading this story should know what that means.
Chapters: {Cast} {One} {Two} {Three} {Four} {Five} {Six} {Seven} {Eight} {Nine} {9A} {Ten} {10A} {Eleven} {Twelve} {Thirteen}
Face down on the mattress, Jin moaned into his sheets. He hadn’t felt this good while totally sober in a long time. Burying his face in his pillow, he tried to hide the tinge of pink spreading across his cheeks. He hardly noticed the dorm’s cold air brushing on his bare back; the feeling of hands sliding up his spine distracted him. But it wasn’t so much the gentle warmth of these hands as to whose hands they were that made Jin’s skin sear.
“Harder, please, Hiroto.”
Once more, Hiroto ran his hands up on either side of his roommate’s backbone. As he felt Jin’s muscles relax where his fingers pressed, a smirk ticked on his lips. He couldn’t tell what he was smiling about now - the firm, smooth expanse of Jin’s flesh; or the moans he earned from his ministrations, and how Jin begged for more. He had barely even started, and Jin was already looking like this.
“Ready?”
A moan was Jin’s response. With that, Hiroto placed the base of his palms on the insides of his roommate’s shoulder blades.
Crack.
“Aah! Fuck.”
A soft laugh left Hiroto while he shifted towards the foot of the bed. “Keep groaning like that and people just might think I’m doing more than giving you a massage.”
“But if feels so g-” Gripping on his sheets, Jin kept his eyes closed while Hiroto began squeezing his calves. He briefly wondered if he should ask his roommate to massage him someplace else, but he quickly shook off the thought. “I’d like to see them run around in that stupid dwarf costume and not bitch and moan afterwards. That thing was hot. And fucking heavy.”
Hiroto loosened his grip on Jin’s legs. “Hot and heavy. I like the sound of that.”
Jin blushed, thankful Hiroto couldn’t see his face. He was wearing nothing but a pair of boxers, and his adorable roommate was just asking for it. “Shut up and keep massaging, dickwad.”
All Jin heard was a snicker and a “yes, master” before he felt Hiroto’s strong hands slowly work their way towards his heels, stopping at his Achilles tendon. He inhaled deeply, breathing into his muscles and willing them to relax, despite the tension that Hiroto’s touches were sending him.
“Hiroto- ah!”
His thoughts fell apart as Hiroto’s hands started moving again, pressing on nerves, working his way up Jin’s legs. He gasped when the other’s hands stopped on his inner thigh, only but a few dangerous centimeters away from there. Jin still couldn’t breathe properly even when Hiroto’s hands moved downwards, back to the little patch of muscle right above his heel.
Only then did Hiroto speak. “Yes?” He was slightly curious as to why Jin was still tense even after all that massaging. But he had a good guess on what the reason may be, and that only made him feel even more devious. He sent his hands to work, fingers squeezing out Jin’s fatigue, replacing it with the kind of tension that tortured him.
Merely letting out a whimper, Jin buried his face in his pillow once more, desperately trying to hide the flush on his cheeks and muffle his moaning while Hiroto massaged oh-so-dangerously near his groin. He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to ignore how Hiroto’s fingers on his inner thigh made his blood travel south. The lack of concentration backfired, however, as Jin imagined another part of Hiroto’s body poking him in that specific area.
And with that, Jin gave up. “You remember that time we posed for Byou, don’t you?”
“Yeah,” the other answered. “You made that cocktail and we got so fucking drunk. Byou told me we confessed to each other and made out on his sheets. I was so fucking mortif-”
Jin chuckled and shook his head. “Hiroto,” he said. “I lied. That drink we had was no cocktail. That didn’t even have any alcohol in it.”
Silence, silence, and a heart stopping.
Aoi closed his eyes. He waited for the darkness to write answers to the questions that were rushing in his head. Eyes closed still, he tried to recall the circumstances of how he and Mika got together in the first place. That’s right; he asked her out because he had nothing better to do. Their relationship, if it could even be called that, was supposed to be nothing more than a device to keep him amused when he had time to be bored. He didn’t care when they broke up two weeks ago, but now he wondered if she felt even a little bit hurt.
A blunt force on his back put a stop to Aoi’s train of thought. It didn’t take too long before he remembered where he was - in the room he stayed in at the dorm. He found himself in nothing but a pair of boxers and pinned against a wall. Memories of being slammed there and undressed just a few moments ago came back to him. Then he tried to remember what exactly he was doing there. That wasn’t too difficult; his roommate’s bruising kisses gave him more than just a few hints.
Uruha’s hands let go of Aoi’s bare shoulders and settled on the wall, palms flat against the wood grain on either side of the brunette’s head. He drew in a breath as his roommate wrapped his arms around his neck and welcomed this new closeness with slightly parted lips. Uruha slipping his knee between Aoi’s thighs signaled both of them that the almost-space between them had been erased. And as Uruha pushed his tongue against Aoi’s, they both quietly asked themselves if it were ever possible to close their non-physical distance. Not that they wanted to; they were both quite happy with their mutual hatred. Their dislike for each other just stood in the way of good sex sometimes, that’s all.
But that wasn’t happening tonight.
Without ceasing his assault on Aoi’s lips, Uruha took one of Aoi’s hands, held his palm up, and pressed it against his hardened bulge. Both drew in sharp breaths, Uruha at the friction, and Aoi at the idea of how badly Uruha wanted him. As soon as Uruha let go of Aoi’s wrist, the brunette began his work on the other’s belt. Uruha pulled away from the kiss and peeled his shirt off his body and pulled it over his head. By the time Uruha had tossed his shirt on the floor, his belt was loose, his pants were undone, and Aoi was yanking down the last garments that covered him. It wasn’t too long before both men were totally unclothed, kicking off the garments that fell around their ankles and sailed near their feet.
Aoi raised an eyebrow as Uruha grabbed the bottle of lubricant on the desk beside them and began pouring the fluid onto his fingers. Was Uruha thinking of…? Bastard, he thought. Right here? Before Aoi could ask his roommate if he really had no plans of relocating to the bed, Uruha grabbed his shoulder and forced him to turn around, yet again roughly pushing him against the wall, and slipped a finger through his entrance.
Biting his bottom lip to suppress a moan, Aoi tipped his head back and screwed his eyes shut. He tried to ignore the sparks rushing through his system as Uruha moved that goddamn finger, sliding deeper, pressing against his walls. His tolerance crumbled, however, when Uruha pushed another finger in.
“Fuck!” Aoi hissed, feeling his pulse hasten, forgetting how and why the hell he agreed to this in the first place. He was sure he had a good reason, but he still wanted to kick himself for getting into this situation. Looking over his shoulder, he shot Uruha a glare. “Look, you twat. Just do it already. Let’s get this over and done with.”
Uruha gave his roommate a smug look. “Ask nicely.”
Aoi blinked, unable to register what the motherfucker just said. What he just ordered him to do. “What?”
The blond leaned forward, drawing his face close to Aoi’s ear. “I said,” he whispered before running his tongue down the cartilage. “Ask.” And nipping on the earlobe. “Nicely.”
The snarl that had been boiling in Aoi’s chest finally escaped. “If you don’t fuck me within the next five seconds, I swear I’m going to knife your face and- OW!” Aoi growled as Uruha violently pushed his fingers deeper into his roommate. “That hurt, you motherfucker!”
“Ask nicely.” Eyes narrowed and smirk intact, Uruha slowly drew his fingers out of Aoi. “Or I’ll shove harder.” Confident that Aoi would do what he says, he took a condom from the desk, unwrapped the package, and rolled the latex down his length.
Shaking with rage, Aoi finally admitted defeat. “Fuck me,” he uttered. “Please.”
Five, four, three, two…silence.
In an instant, Aoi felt arms wrap around his torso and the other’s chest against his back, and static went crackling up his spine as Uruha drove into him. If he had pressed his palms any harder onto the wall, he would have torn down the wooden paneling of their bedroom. Aoi’s head shot up, and once more, he bit down his bottom lip to stifle a moan and screwed his eyes shut. He hated how he was in this situation, but he absolutely abhorred how Uruha moved inside him at that agonizingly slow pace.
“You,” Aoi uttered through gritted teeth, “are a fucking douchebag.”
“I am also in your ass. Pussy.”
“One of these days, I’m going to skin you alive with a pair of tweez- oh God, Uruha, right there.”
Gasps from both men splintered through the air as Uruha continued rolling his hips and plunging into Aoi. Submitting to the lust burning his core, he accelerated his movements, and the tightness inside Aoi robbed him of his breath and his common sense even more rapidly. Aoi’s soft cries every time he pushed in did nothing to put out the swells of desire that singed through him. And he knew Aoi had every intention to retaliate as the brunette clenched his muscles whenever he would plunge into him. Soon the blond could no longer keep silent, and he groaned at the tight heat clamping down on him.
“Fuck…Aoi, this feels so good.”
Uruha’s quickened thrusts, his shuddery breaths, and his low groans burned through Aoi’s system. Keeping silent was not easy every time his roommate’s hot cock hit his prostate. He fought hard not to moan too loudly, although this was probably worth all the shit they’d have to go through if people heard them. He pushed his hips back, following Uruha’s rhythm, adding even more force to the other’s pounding.
Feeling Uruha’s arms leaving his chest, Aoi’s breathing hastened. He felt one hand on his hip, and another hand sliding down his spine. His breathing and all brain function stopped momentarily as Uruha pushed hard into him, nearly knocking him off-balance. Aoi groaned and caught himself with his hands. His arms were now feeling the force of Uruha’s scorching thrusts, and his knees were barely doing anything to prop him up. He didn’t think he would ever like being filled; it felt so good that Aoi eventually found it easy to beg for more.
“Holyshitdon’tfuckingstopnowplease.”
Harsh breaths left the blond as he moved even faster. He found it strange that Aoi, the spoiled, bratty prince of the school, was pleading for him to keep going. But he found it stranger that he had no problems giving Aoi what he wanted. Maintaining his grip on Aoi’s hips to keep him in place, Uruha snapped his hips harder, fucking his roommate even more ferociously.
“Son of a bitch,” was among the cluster of curses that escaped Aoi. Even though he had wanted this over and done with quickly, he was angry at how Uruha drove into him so vehemently. But he was much angrier at how he enjoyed it. Aoi always knew Uruha was an evil bastard; he confirmed it when he felt Uruha’s hand wrap around his cock and begin stroking. “I...oh shit, I…Uruha.”
Aoi cried out breathlessly into the light blasting behind his eyelids, his release flowing over Uruha’s hand and dripping on the floor. Uruha gasped, attempting to hold on to his sanity but failing, and came inside Aoi with a shudder. They stayed as they were for a few seconds before Uruha pulled his softening cock out of Aoi, with both men still letting out sharp breaths.
Uruha spoke first. “Sorry you lost the bet,” he said. “I told you he wouldn’t bang him.”
Aoi huffed, laughter slightly coating his response. “Whatever,” he replied. “I still can’t believe Kai dumped Takeru.”
Kazuki exhaled in clumps of sheer pleasure as he pressed a vibrator inside himself slowly. Gasping, he strained to keep his mind working and his legs spread. As good as it felt, he couldn’t possibly clamp his legs together now; someone was watching him. He struggled to keep his eyes open to see the shocked expression on his boyfriend’s face, and he smiled lustily when he saw the reaction he wanted.
Tora always looked gorgeous when he was tense.
“Kazuki,” was all Tora could utter while he watched the other pleasure himself in front of him. He wasn’t sure how to react when Kazuki flicked the toy’s switch on and whimpered at the whirring inside of him. He found himself moving closer to Kazuki, aching to get a closer look. And to get his cock inside Kazuki as soon as possible.
“Mmm…fuck.” Kazuki let out a whimper as Tora took his legs and spread them wider, lips parting at the improved view of Kazuki’s little show. He continued slipping the toy in and out, slowly for the most part, daring to quicken the pace every so often. While he loved the feeling of Tora’s hands on his thighs, Kazuki could never quite get over how those intense eyes locked on every cell of his skin. Tora’s gaze never failed to make him feel delicious, and that turned him on to no end.
He asked himself how the hell he didn’t appreciate this before, when they were nothing more than fuck buddies. But he realized that he wasn’t allowed to do a lot of thinking right now, as Tora gently brushed his hand away from the vibrator and switched it off. He let out a gasp as Tora pulled the toy from his entrance. Evidently, he wasn’t even allowed to wonder where the other put the vibrator, nor was he permitted to say anything before he felt hands hold his hips up and a tongue slowly push into him.
“Fu- mmmhh shit…Tora.”
Tora’s tongue slid in and out, and it flicked waves of heat into every spot of Kazuki’s body. His fierce eyes locked on his boyfriend’s flushed face, the look of torture overlapping with immense pleasure evident on Kazuki's features. He watched Kazuki writhe as his tongue curled and his lips sucked. He watched, unable to believe how this gorgeous guy used to be just someone he fucked whenever they felt depressed about other people they liked at the time.
With one final lick, Tora pulled back and lifted his head. He crawled over Kazuki, whose chest heaved from the pleasure he just felt and from the anticipation of what was coming. Even while he slipped a condom on and lubricated his cock, Tora couldn’t bring himself to stop looking at Kazuki. People didn’t need to know that Kazuki was a model for them to notice how beautiful he was. But no one else had seen him this beautiful; Tora knew that the way Kazuki looked right now, wanton and glistening with sweat and glowing under the soft light of his table lamp, was reserved for him, and him alone.
Elbows hooked behind Kazuki’s knees and the other’s hands gripping on his shoulders, Tora pushed in. Low moans, gasps, and the sound of skin sliding and slamming against each other filtered around the room. Bliss running him over, Tora tipped his head back and closed his eyes while he continued thrusting slowly. Kazuki bit down on his bottom lip while he clenched his muscles, still not used to how good Tora felt.
“Harder, Tora,” he managed to say between gasps. “Fuck me harder.”
Kazuki’s lips parted, and he whimpered brokenly while Tora pounded into him. He writhed while his body slid on the sheets from the force of Tora’s angled thrusts. His hands tightly held on to Tora’s biceps as he was fucked hard, and he briefly thought of what excuse he would tell his manager in the likely event he’d be limping after this. Letting out hitching cries, he knew this wasn’t going to last very long. Not with Tora relentlessly hammering into him and looking at him like that.
“Kazuki,” Tora groaned above the other, feeling his muscles tense as he continued thrusting into Kazuki’s tight heat, leaning forward to plant kisses on Kazuki’s parted lips and his throat whenever possible. His face flushed while Kazuki spread his legs even wider underneath him. And as he watched Kazuki stroke himself while rolling his hips, he felt the rush of pending release boiling.
Stroking himself faster, Kazuki closed his eyes as he keened, calling Tora’s name, and he finally came hard. Pearly white, sticky heat gushed over his hand and splattered all over his trembling stomach. Gasping at the sight, with Kazuki still shuddering, Tora quickly pulled his cock from Kazuki’s entrance. He then quickly took the condom off and stroked himself hurriedly, a low moan escaping him as he squeezed out every drop of his orgasm and poured it on Kazuki’s smeared stomach. Tora let out a gasp, smiling tiredly as he watched Kazuki coat his fingers with their releases and put his stained fingers in his mouth.
Tora dropped down onto his bed, and Kazuki curled around Tora, snuggling up against his chest. The dark-haired man wrapped his arm around the slender waist pressed onto him, and he drew a breath. “Without love he now goeth. What thinkest thou of that?”
Kazuki couldn’t help but giggle. Tora was such a quiet guy that people didn’t know a lot about him. Not a lot of people knew how fantastic he was in bed. And not a lot of people knew that this seemingly big, bad, biker guy was actually a very gentle person who was raised to talk in archaic Japanese. “Don’t worry, Tiger. No one's taking me away from you. I’m finally over Aoi now,” he replied. “Just like you’re over him.”
Feeling Kazuki’s forehead press against his neck, Tora closed his eyes and smiled. Right now, he couldn’t even remember what it felt like to be in love with Hiroto.
“Aye.”
A/N: I fail at Elizabethan. Oh, and special mention to gioiadivisione for requesting a scene with Jin in it. My brain is too fried to work on more porn, but I hope you like it!
And yes, this is my first attempt at seme Uruha. Try not to hit my face with those rotten tomatoes, please.
Chapter 14
Chapters: 13A/x
Author: konicoffee
Genre: School life, Slice of Life, Drama, AU, Humor?, Crack with Plot, Smut (some chapters)
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters in this story, and I don't own The Lord of the Rings.
Warnings: Extreme OOC-ness, language, smut
Rating: NC-17
Pairings/Characters: For this chapter - Hiroto/Jin, Uruha/Aoi, Tora/Kazuki
Bands: The GazettE, ScReW, Malice Mizer, Alice Nine, An Cafe, SuG, more to be added later
Synopsis: Kai is in high school. He lives in an all-male dormitory with bizarre and quirky, but extremely attractive residents. Adventures, drama, and temptation fill the interiors of Mizer House. Premise is roughly based on Koko wa Greenwood.
Comments: It's a side chapter! The people who have been reading this story should know what that means.
Chapters: {Cast} {One} {Two} {Three} {Four} {Five} {Six} {Seven} {Eight} {Nine} {9A} {Ten} {10A} {Eleven} {Twelve} {Thirteen}
Face down on the mattress, Jin moaned into his sheets. He hadn’t felt this good while totally sober in a long time. Burying his face in his pillow, he tried to hide the tinge of pink spreading across his cheeks. He hardly noticed the dorm’s cold air brushing on his bare back; the feeling of hands sliding up his spine distracted him. But it wasn’t so much the gentle warmth of these hands as to whose hands they were that made Jin’s skin sear.
“Harder, please, Hiroto.”
Once more, Hiroto ran his hands up on either side of his roommate’s backbone. As he felt Jin’s muscles relax where his fingers pressed, a smirk ticked on his lips. He couldn’t tell what he was smiling about now - the firm, smooth expanse of Jin’s flesh; or the moans he earned from his ministrations, and how Jin begged for more. He had barely even started, and Jin was already looking like this.
“Ready?”
A moan was Jin’s response. With that, Hiroto placed the base of his palms on the insides of his roommate’s shoulder blades.
Crack.
“Aah! Fuck.”
A soft laugh left Hiroto while he shifted towards the foot of the bed. “Keep groaning like that and people just might think I’m doing more than giving you a massage.”
“But if feels so g-” Gripping on his sheets, Jin kept his eyes closed while Hiroto began squeezing his calves. He briefly wondered if he should ask his roommate to massage him someplace else, but he quickly shook off the thought. “I’d like to see them run around in that stupid dwarf costume and not bitch and moan afterwards. That thing was hot. And fucking heavy.”
Hiroto loosened his grip on Jin’s legs. “Hot and heavy. I like the sound of that.”
Jin blushed, thankful Hiroto couldn’t see his face. He was wearing nothing but a pair of boxers, and his adorable roommate was just asking for it. “Shut up and keep massaging, dickwad.”
All Jin heard was a snicker and a “yes, master” before he felt Hiroto’s strong hands slowly work their way towards his heels, stopping at his Achilles tendon. He inhaled deeply, breathing into his muscles and willing them to relax, despite the tension that Hiroto’s touches were sending him.
“Hiroto- ah!”
His thoughts fell apart as Hiroto’s hands started moving again, pressing on nerves, working his way up Jin’s legs. He gasped when the other’s hands stopped on his inner thigh, only but a few dangerous centimeters away from there. Jin still couldn’t breathe properly even when Hiroto’s hands moved downwards, back to the little patch of muscle right above his heel.
Only then did Hiroto speak. “Yes?” He was slightly curious as to why Jin was still tense even after all that massaging. But he had a good guess on what the reason may be, and that only made him feel even more devious. He sent his hands to work, fingers squeezing out Jin’s fatigue, replacing it with the kind of tension that tortured him.
Merely letting out a whimper, Jin buried his face in his pillow once more, desperately trying to hide the flush on his cheeks and muffle his moaning while Hiroto massaged oh-so-dangerously near his groin. He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to ignore how Hiroto’s fingers on his inner thigh made his blood travel south. The lack of concentration backfired, however, as Jin imagined another part of Hiroto’s body poking him in that specific area.
And with that, Jin gave up. “You remember that time we posed for Byou, don’t you?”
“Yeah,” the other answered. “You made that cocktail and we got so fucking drunk. Byou told me we confessed to each other and made out on his sheets. I was so fucking mortif-”
Jin chuckled and shook his head. “Hiroto,” he said. “I lied. That drink we had was no cocktail. That didn’t even have any alcohol in it.”
Silence, silence, and a heart stopping.
Aoi closed his eyes. He waited for the darkness to write answers to the questions that were rushing in his head. Eyes closed still, he tried to recall the circumstances of how he and Mika got together in the first place. That’s right; he asked her out because he had nothing better to do. Their relationship, if it could even be called that, was supposed to be nothing more than a device to keep him amused when he had time to be bored. He didn’t care when they broke up two weeks ago, but now he wondered if she felt even a little bit hurt.
A blunt force on his back put a stop to Aoi’s train of thought. It didn’t take too long before he remembered where he was - in the room he stayed in at the dorm. He found himself in nothing but a pair of boxers and pinned against a wall. Memories of being slammed there and undressed just a few moments ago came back to him. Then he tried to remember what exactly he was doing there. That wasn’t too difficult; his roommate’s bruising kisses gave him more than just a few hints.
Uruha’s hands let go of Aoi’s bare shoulders and settled on the wall, palms flat against the wood grain on either side of the brunette’s head. He drew in a breath as his roommate wrapped his arms around his neck and welcomed this new closeness with slightly parted lips. Uruha slipping his knee between Aoi’s thighs signaled both of them that the almost-space between them had been erased. And as Uruha pushed his tongue against Aoi’s, they both quietly asked themselves if it were ever possible to close their non-physical distance. Not that they wanted to; they were both quite happy with their mutual hatred. Their dislike for each other just stood in the way of good sex sometimes, that’s all.
But that wasn’t happening tonight.
Without ceasing his assault on Aoi’s lips, Uruha took one of Aoi’s hands, held his palm up, and pressed it against his hardened bulge. Both drew in sharp breaths, Uruha at the friction, and Aoi at the idea of how badly Uruha wanted him. As soon as Uruha let go of Aoi’s wrist, the brunette began his work on the other’s belt. Uruha pulled away from the kiss and peeled his shirt off his body and pulled it over his head. By the time Uruha had tossed his shirt on the floor, his belt was loose, his pants were undone, and Aoi was yanking down the last garments that covered him. It wasn’t too long before both men were totally unclothed, kicking off the garments that fell around their ankles and sailed near their feet.
Aoi raised an eyebrow as Uruha grabbed the bottle of lubricant on the desk beside them and began pouring the fluid onto his fingers. Was Uruha thinking of…? Bastard, he thought. Right here? Before Aoi could ask his roommate if he really had no plans of relocating to the bed, Uruha grabbed his shoulder and forced him to turn around, yet again roughly pushing him against the wall, and slipped a finger through his entrance.
Biting his bottom lip to suppress a moan, Aoi tipped his head back and screwed his eyes shut. He tried to ignore the sparks rushing through his system as Uruha moved that goddamn finger, sliding deeper, pressing against his walls. His tolerance crumbled, however, when Uruha pushed another finger in.
“Fuck!” Aoi hissed, feeling his pulse hasten, forgetting how and why the hell he agreed to this in the first place. He was sure he had a good reason, but he still wanted to kick himself for getting into this situation. Looking over his shoulder, he shot Uruha a glare. “Look, you twat. Just do it already. Let’s get this over and done with.”
Uruha gave his roommate a smug look. “Ask nicely.”
Aoi blinked, unable to register what the motherfucker just said. What he just ordered him to do. “What?”
The blond leaned forward, drawing his face close to Aoi’s ear. “I said,” he whispered before running his tongue down the cartilage. “Ask.” And nipping on the earlobe. “Nicely.”
The snarl that had been boiling in Aoi’s chest finally escaped. “If you don’t fuck me within the next five seconds, I swear I’m going to knife your face and- OW!” Aoi growled as Uruha violently pushed his fingers deeper into his roommate. “That hurt, you motherfucker!”
“Ask nicely.” Eyes narrowed and smirk intact, Uruha slowly drew his fingers out of Aoi. “Or I’ll shove harder.” Confident that Aoi would do what he says, he took a condom from the desk, unwrapped the package, and rolled the latex down his length.
Shaking with rage, Aoi finally admitted defeat. “Fuck me,” he uttered. “Please.”
Five, four, three, two…silence.
In an instant, Aoi felt arms wrap around his torso and the other’s chest against his back, and static went crackling up his spine as Uruha drove into him. If he had pressed his palms any harder onto the wall, he would have torn down the wooden paneling of their bedroom. Aoi’s head shot up, and once more, he bit down his bottom lip to stifle a moan and screwed his eyes shut. He hated how he was in this situation, but he absolutely abhorred how Uruha moved inside him at that agonizingly slow pace.
“You,” Aoi uttered through gritted teeth, “are a fucking douchebag.”
“I am also in your ass. Pussy.”
“One of these days, I’m going to skin you alive with a pair of tweez- oh God, Uruha, right there.”
Gasps from both men splintered through the air as Uruha continued rolling his hips and plunging into Aoi. Submitting to the lust burning his core, he accelerated his movements, and the tightness inside Aoi robbed him of his breath and his common sense even more rapidly. Aoi’s soft cries every time he pushed in did nothing to put out the swells of desire that singed through him. And he knew Aoi had every intention to retaliate as the brunette clenched his muscles whenever he would plunge into him. Soon the blond could no longer keep silent, and he groaned at the tight heat clamping down on him.
“Fuck…Aoi, this feels so good.”
Uruha’s quickened thrusts, his shuddery breaths, and his low groans burned through Aoi’s system. Keeping silent was not easy every time his roommate’s hot cock hit his prostate. He fought hard not to moan too loudly, although this was probably worth all the shit they’d have to go through if people heard them. He pushed his hips back, following Uruha’s rhythm, adding even more force to the other’s pounding.
Feeling Uruha’s arms leaving his chest, Aoi’s breathing hastened. He felt one hand on his hip, and another hand sliding down his spine. His breathing and all brain function stopped momentarily as Uruha pushed hard into him, nearly knocking him off-balance. Aoi groaned and caught himself with his hands. His arms were now feeling the force of Uruha’s scorching thrusts, and his knees were barely doing anything to prop him up. He didn’t think he would ever like being filled; it felt so good that Aoi eventually found it easy to beg for more.
“Holyshitdon’tfuckingstopnowplease.”
Harsh breaths left the blond as he moved even faster. He found it strange that Aoi, the spoiled, bratty prince of the school, was pleading for him to keep going. But he found it stranger that he had no problems giving Aoi what he wanted. Maintaining his grip on Aoi’s hips to keep him in place, Uruha snapped his hips harder, fucking his roommate even more ferociously.
“Son of a bitch,” was among the cluster of curses that escaped Aoi. Even though he had wanted this over and done with quickly, he was angry at how Uruha drove into him so vehemently. But he was much angrier at how he enjoyed it. Aoi always knew Uruha was an evil bastard; he confirmed it when he felt Uruha’s hand wrap around his cock and begin stroking. “I...oh shit, I…Uruha.”
Aoi cried out breathlessly into the light blasting behind his eyelids, his release flowing over Uruha’s hand and dripping on the floor. Uruha gasped, attempting to hold on to his sanity but failing, and came inside Aoi with a shudder. They stayed as they were for a few seconds before Uruha pulled his softening cock out of Aoi, with both men still letting out sharp breaths.
Uruha spoke first. “Sorry you lost the bet,” he said. “I told you he wouldn’t bang him.”
Aoi huffed, laughter slightly coating his response. “Whatever,” he replied. “I still can’t believe Kai dumped Takeru.”
Kazuki exhaled in clumps of sheer pleasure as he pressed a vibrator inside himself slowly. Gasping, he strained to keep his mind working and his legs spread. As good as it felt, he couldn’t possibly clamp his legs together now; someone was watching him. He struggled to keep his eyes open to see the shocked expression on his boyfriend’s face, and he smiled lustily when he saw the reaction he wanted.
Tora always looked gorgeous when he was tense.
“Kazuki,” was all Tora could utter while he watched the other pleasure himself in front of him. He wasn’t sure how to react when Kazuki flicked the toy’s switch on and whimpered at the whirring inside of him. He found himself moving closer to Kazuki, aching to get a closer look. And to get his cock inside Kazuki as soon as possible.
“Mmm…fuck.” Kazuki let out a whimper as Tora took his legs and spread them wider, lips parting at the improved view of Kazuki’s little show. He continued slipping the toy in and out, slowly for the most part, daring to quicken the pace every so often. While he loved the feeling of Tora’s hands on his thighs, Kazuki could never quite get over how those intense eyes locked on every cell of his skin. Tora’s gaze never failed to make him feel delicious, and that turned him on to no end.
He asked himself how the hell he didn’t appreciate this before, when they were nothing more than fuck buddies. But he realized that he wasn’t allowed to do a lot of thinking right now, as Tora gently brushed his hand away from the vibrator and switched it off. He let out a gasp as Tora pulled the toy from his entrance. Evidently, he wasn’t even allowed to wonder where the other put the vibrator, nor was he permitted to say anything before he felt hands hold his hips up and a tongue slowly push into him.
“Fu- mmmhh shit…Tora.”
Tora’s tongue slid in and out, and it flicked waves of heat into every spot of Kazuki’s body. His fierce eyes locked on his boyfriend’s flushed face, the look of torture overlapping with immense pleasure evident on Kazuki's features. He watched Kazuki writhe as his tongue curled and his lips sucked. He watched, unable to believe how this gorgeous guy used to be just someone he fucked whenever they felt depressed about other people they liked at the time.
With one final lick, Tora pulled back and lifted his head. He crawled over Kazuki, whose chest heaved from the pleasure he just felt and from the anticipation of what was coming. Even while he slipped a condom on and lubricated his cock, Tora couldn’t bring himself to stop looking at Kazuki. People didn’t need to know that Kazuki was a model for them to notice how beautiful he was. But no one else had seen him this beautiful; Tora knew that the way Kazuki looked right now, wanton and glistening with sweat and glowing under the soft light of his table lamp, was reserved for him, and him alone.
Elbows hooked behind Kazuki’s knees and the other’s hands gripping on his shoulders, Tora pushed in. Low moans, gasps, and the sound of skin sliding and slamming against each other filtered around the room. Bliss running him over, Tora tipped his head back and closed his eyes while he continued thrusting slowly. Kazuki bit down on his bottom lip while he clenched his muscles, still not used to how good Tora felt.
“Harder, Tora,” he managed to say between gasps. “Fuck me harder.”
Kazuki’s lips parted, and he whimpered brokenly while Tora pounded into him. He writhed while his body slid on the sheets from the force of Tora’s angled thrusts. His hands tightly held on to Tora’s biceps as he was fucked hard, and he briefly thought of what excuse he would tell his manager in the likely event he’d be limping after this. Letting out hitching cries, he knew this wasn’t going to last very long. Not with Tora relentlessly hammering into him and looking at him like that.
“Kazuki,” Tora groaned above the other, feeling his muscles tense as he continued thrusting into Kazuki’s tight heat, leaning forward to plant kisses on Kazuki’s parted lips and his throat whenever possible. His face flushed while Kazuki spread his legs even wider underneath him. And as he watched Kazuki stroke himself while rolling his hips, he felt the rush of pending release boiling.
Stroking himself faster, Kazuki closed his eyes as he keened, calling Tora’s name, and he finally came hard. Pearly white, sticky heat gushed over his hand and splattered all over his trembling stomach. Gasping at the sight, with Kazuki still shuddering, Tora quickly pulled his cock from Kazuki’s entrance. He then quickly took the condom off and stroked himself hurriedly, a low moan escaping him as he squeezed out every drop of his orgasm and poured it on Kazuki’s smeared stomach. Tora let out a gasp, smiling tiredly as he watched Kazuki coat his fingers with their releases and put his stained fingers in his mouth.
Tora dropped down onto his bed, and Kazuki curled around Tora, snuggling up against his chest. The dark-haired man wrapped his arm around the slender waist pressed onto him, and he drew a breath. “Without love he now goeth. What thinkest thou of that?”
Kazuki couldn’t help but giggle. Tora was such a quiet guy that people didn’t know a lot about him. Not a lot of people knew how fantastic he was in bed. And not a lot of people knew that this seemingly big, bad, biker guy was actually a very gentle person who was raised to talk in archaic Japanese. “Don’t worry, Tiger. No one's taking me away from you. I’m finally over Aoi now,” he replied. “Just like you’re over him.”
Feeling Kazuki’s forehead press against his neck, Tora closed his eyes and smiled. Right now, he couldn’t even remember what it felt like to be in love with Hiroto.
“Aye.”
A/N: I fail at Elizabethan. Oh, and special mention to gioiadivisione for requesting a scene with Jin in it. My brain is too fried to work on more porn, but I hope you like it!
And yes, this is my first attempt at seme Uruha. Try not to hit my face with those rotten tomatoes, please.
Chapter 14