Dir en grey - Kyo - Narration of Masturbation - 1/1
Title: Narration of Masturbation
Author: shuichin or Shuichi
Genre: Smut/Humor
Bands: Dir en grey
Pairings: Showerhead x Kyo
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Masturbation in vivid detail
Summary: Whether Kyo actually wanted to do it or not isn't the issue...but he did.
Notes: Written for misoka_strife for the the Kyo x "Anyone" Challenge. I decided to do something a bit different with the narration because otherwise it would have been much too short. Besides, I think this way is really fun. XD
Narration of Masturbation
After a long day of practice the pocket-sized vocalist of Dir en grey usually liked nothing more than to collapse onto his bed for a long night of sleep.
Kyo stopped in his tracks when his foot crossed over the threshold. The voice stopped talking with him. He looked around nervously, feeling slightly paranoid. He scratched his head, and then shrugged and shut the door before moving further into his apartment.
The apartment was in its usual messy state-
“Hey!” Kyo yelled, looking around again. “Who is that? Where are you?”
He was met with silence. He swallowed and remained frozen to the spot he was standing in for all of five minutes. At last he took another step further…
-empty water bottles littering the floor, lyric sheets scattered over every surface, and piles of clothes tossed aside haphazardly as far as the eye could see.
“Okay,” Kyo said loudly again, still looking for the mysterious voice. “This is really not funny. Whoever you are, you should just…just go. And-and I am not pocket-sized, by the way! I’m just…space efficient.”
Silence. He sighed, and began walking again, but this time the voice did not accompany his actions. He couldn’t understand how someone could have gotten into his apartment! Being that he was famous he liked to keep the door locked, and the only people with keys were himself and Kaoru. The voice belonged to a female so that meant- He gasped. “Did Kaoru let in a fangirl to play a trick on me!?”
The absurdity! The nonsense! Kaoru was the mature one, and though he could have his moments like everyone, he would never pull such a cruel prank. It was more like something Die would do, but even then Kyo wasn’t sure even he would stoop so low. At any rate, the young singer decided he would just have to ignore his problems for the time being.
“I have decided no such thing!” Kyo burst. The fear and paranoia was ebbing away to be replaced with anger and irritation. Just who did this chick think she was anyway, trying to control his actions like that!?
He marched to the bedroom, content to ignore the voice as he whipped off his shirt and pants. He was too riled up to go to bed like he had been planning, so he was going to have to take a nice, hot bath to become sleepy again. He started to pull down his boxers, but didn’t get far when the voice spoke again, and he stopped abruptly, feeling minutely self-conscious.
Although the little vocalist-
He growled at the adjective.
-preferred to go straight to bed upon returning home, for some reason he wasn’t tired on the night of our story. Instead of curling up beneath the warm covers, he made plans to run himself a hot bath. And instead of falling asleep in a restless state, he was going to fall asleep with a satisfied smile on his face.
No, Kyo didn’t know it yet, but he was going to inflict pleasures of the most wonderful sort on himself shortly after stepping into that bath.
Kyo gasped, and looked around again. “I’m going to what!?”
Yet even as he stripped himself of his clothing, he was starting to envision a talented hand slowly starting to stroke and tease his penis…
Kyo swallowed, and his cock twitched to hear such a phrase, even if he was still a little perturbed about where it was coming from and who was saying such a thing. He looked around once again, just to be extra sure that no one was there.
At last he decided that he would just ignore the voice, and he headed into the bathroom with absolutely no intention of “inflicting pleasures on himself.”
His boxers just barely covered his most private area since he hadn’t pulled them all the way up after the voice had started talking again. He glanced in the mirror at himself, and couldn’t deny his own allure. His hair stuck out a little oddly from the fact that he had been sweating in the practice room, and then run his hand through it. His muscles were defined, and under the strong light of the bathroom he could see every contour and groove rise and fall steadily with his breathing. His abs stopped in a V shape at the hem of his boxers where he could see the beginnings of his pubic hairs. He felt himself swell a little bit beneath his underwear, and cursed inwardly before looking away in favor of starting the water running.
He sat on the closed toilet lid for awhile, simply watching the bath fill up, trying not to look at the removable showerhead that he had used for masturbation purposes so many times before. “Stop it, Kyo,” he muttered to himself. “You don’t need to. You don’t want to. Stop it.”
His inner voices argued, and the turmoil within was already starting to bother him outwardly, though he would have denied it. After all, wasn’t there something dirty and shameful about the act of masturbation?
“No!” Kyo exclaimed, regardless of whether the voice heard or cared. “There’s nothing wrong or shameful about masturbating.” He glanced back up at the showerhead. “In fact, it’s good for you.”
He got up and pulled out the plug so that the water could drain from the tub. He couldn’t believe what he was going to do just because he thought he heard a voice saying he was going to do it. Admittedly, there was something completely thrilling about masturbating with the thought that someone else was watching, but did he know that for sure? Thus far he hadn’t seen anyone, and it wasn’t as though there were many places to hide in his little Tokyo apartment…
Oblivious to the horny fangirls reading his story, the attractive rock star finally took his boxers off in a would-be stripper fashion, flinging them aside where they would probably end up staying until he eventually gave his apartment the cleaning it needed.
Kyo rolled his eyes at the obnoxious female voice as he did indeed remove his boxers. He watched himself in the mirror as he did so, and was surprised at how attractive he thought himself. He had never been conceited, and he had certainly never been narcissistic, but seeing his semi-stiff member freed from its restraints caused goosebumps to surface on his back. Was he really this sexy!? He couldn’t believe it; as far as he was concerned, Toshiya had always been the sexy one. Hell, Die and Shinya were sexier than him. If he beat anybody in the race for Most Sexy it was Kaoru the Everlasting Dork. But still… He had failed to notice how perfect his body actually was. He flexed his bicep, and watched the inky dragon that covered it grow a little bigger. His abdominals tightened with the action as well, and he noted how the tightening spread to his thighs and buttocks as well.
That was when he turned his back to the mirror, laughing out loud at himself. He had never ogled himself for godssakes! He left that up to the fans he had never understood… Maybe there was some truth in their obsession with him… He shook his head and stepped into the bath when the water had drained, setting it so the showerhead would spray instead. “Now you’re just being vain,” he told himself.
He stood beneath the running water for a little while, just letting it pour over his body, letting it run in soothing rivulets over his stiff muscles. If he turned his head to the right he could see himself in the mirror again, since he had failed to close the curtain. His eyes ran the length of his body, now thoroughly soaked from the neck down. Before he even really knew what he was doing, he watched his right hand trail stealthily up his thigh, ghost over his hipbone, and crawl seductively across his abs to a brown nipple.
He turned slightly so he could have a more frontal view of what he was doing to himself. His thumb rotated repeatedly over the nub of hard flesh before he finally squeezed it between two fingers. The softest of grunts escaped his throat at the feeling, and he was quick to repeat the action since it sent such a pleasant shiver up his spine. He pressed his fingernails into it, and gasped when an electric jolt shot straight to his navel. He realized then that he hadn’t masturbated in awhile, and for that he was missing out. After all, nobody knew his body like he did.
He paused, and wondered briefly if he really wanted to continue. All he had to do was turn the faucet to cold and he could rid himself of his growing hard-on, take the hot bath he originally wanted, and plop down in his nice, warm bed. His bed really was calling to him… But as his eyes roved over his body once more, he realized a part of his anatomy was calling to him, too. He smirked at himself, making up his mind.
His right hand resumed its torture of his right nipple while the left slid up his abs to play with the neglected nipple. He watched his lower half in the mirror as he sent dull shivers of pleasure through his body; he was starting to react, growing ever stiffer each time he squeezed the brown nubs in between his fingers.
His left hand continued with that, but his right hand wanted to appease the poor organ that was practically begging to be touched. It slid down his abs, combing through wet pubic hair before grabbing the hardening length. Kyo drew in his breath the moment he gripped himself. It felt so good! Since his palm was already warm from the hot water, it was the perfect thing to embrace his neglected member. He leaned against the bathroom wall, determined to remain standing, determined to watch himself as his hand started to move slowly up and down. He hardened completely from his own touch, and the wonderful tension coiling inside him almost felt too much; after all, it had been so long since he had pleasured himself.
He stopped the movement of his hand, giving himself a chance to breathe as he contemplated his next move. He looked up at the showerhead, spraying a gentle mist over him. That wouldn’t do at all… Unfortunately, his showerhead only had three settings, but there was one that tended to suit him every time. He had experimented with the jet before, but found it much too painful. He liked pain, but he hadn’t been able to sit down for three days, and his band mates had made him quite the laughing stock. Kyo had been much too embarrassed to tell them why he was in a lot of pain down there, but he winced to think of what they had assumed…
The mist was much too gentle, and when he tried that one he had burst into hysterical laughter from the tickling feeling. The laughter had somewhat ruined his mood, so that wasn’t the spray for him. No, he liked the middle setting because it was just enough pressure that it hurt while feeling amazingly good, but it didn’t make him sore for a week or make him giggle like a little boy being tickled by his father. That would ruin anyone’s sex mood, he reckoned.
He finally removed the showerhead from its place, turning the nozzle until it reverted to the middle spray setting. He looked at his wanton body in the mirror again, and then spread his legs a little bit, clenching his thighs for added support. He knew he was about to feel really weak really soon.
He first pressed the nozzle to his abs, and smiled because that was a tickly feeling. He hurriedly brought it over those muscles before he could start laughing, and slowed down when it touched his pubes. Already his breathing was starting to pick up from the tingling pleasure that brought him. He stood there for a moment, grabbing hold of the shower rod with his right hand so he could steady himself a little better until he was forced to use that hand for other purposes again…
His left hand remained in charge of the showerhead, and it finally saw fit to move it lower, where it came into contact with the pink flesh of his rigid penis. He gasped the moment the spray touched it, and his hips instantly reacted, whether he’d meant for them to or not. He swallowed and steeled himself as he slowly moved the nozzle up and down himself. “A-ah!” He choked out, unable to hold back at least a little bit of sound. By this point he had completely forgotten about the voice from earlier, and he was completely unaware that someone was actually watching him-or rather, reading a retelling of his dirty little deed.
He moved the showerhead a little faster, pausing for the briefest of moments when he let it flit over his balls. That caused him to jerk his hips again, and he almost dropped the showerhead in favor of stroking himself to a quick release. He would resist, though; he wanted it to take awhile. He liked to see how far he could push himself before he went insane with the need to come.
He could only move the nozzle over his engorged member for a couple minutes longer. He needed more stimulation before he let himself be pushed over the edge, so he spread his legs just a little more, moving the nozzle up over his hips, and around to his backside. Already his cheeks tensed from the feeling of the water spraying over them. His grip on the shower rod tightened, and he forced himself to relax before slowly bringing the showerhead lower to his entrance.
Although he had masturbated with the showerhead several times before, it always felt like nothing he’d ever felt before when the spray of water hit the sensitive ring of muscle down there. He let out a soft, withdrawn moan, every muscle in his defined body stiffening beautifully. There was no pretense anymore, he didn’t feel a need to stay quiet or hide the fact that his breathing was haggard and erratic. He just needed to keep feeling so good.
He slowly rotated the nozzle over his opening, whimpering and spreading his legs a little more. He was starting to tremble, though whether it was out of excitement or a need to touch himself, he didn’t know. He moved the showerhead forward so that it kissed the underside of his balls, and then brought it back to his entrance quickly; that feeling had almost been too much for him.
Kyo prided himself on his endurance when it came to anything-sex, pain, Kaoru’s nagging, whatever was his trial at the moment; however, at the moment he was feeling delirious, and he knew that he didn’t really have any control over his body anymore when he let go of the shower rod and grabbed himself. His next moan reverberated loudly off of the bathroom walls as the dual sensations sent him into a state of euphoria. He couldn’t even move his left hand anymore, just kept the showerhead in place over his hole as his right hand moved furiously and haphazardly up and down his shaft. His hips were the other part of body moving as he rushed up on his climax, and struggled to stand at the same time.
He finally felt the tight coil instead of him springing to release, and groaned deep in his throat as he came, accidentally squirting his semen over the edge of the bath so that it spattered on the tiles. He might have laughed at that, had he not been so overwhelmed from such an intense orgasm. He was getting a hand cramp, but he was still stroking himself vigorously until he came a second time. He dropped the showerhead carelessly, and fell to his knees, completely spent. He leaned over the edge of the bath for awhile, simply panting, trying to regain control of his breathing and his senses.
Kyo began to think he hadn’t experienced such a wonderful date with himself in a very long time-perhaps never had he been so thoroughly satisfied by anyone, and he had had his fair share of sexual endeavors.
Kyo groaned upon hearing the voice again. He had to wonder if the voice had kept talking during his activity, but he’d only been so absorbed in what he’d been doing that he’d been able to block it out thoughtlessly. He picked up the showerhead and stood, returning it to its spot, using it to rinse the white liquid off his hand before he shut the faucet off. He grabbed a towel and wrapped it around his waist, then used a rag to clean up the mess he’d made on the floor. “I’m going to bed now,” he called loudly to…well, whoever was listening.
He shut off the bathroom light before making his way tiredly to the bedroom to finally collapse on his nice, warm bed. If he had been tired before his shower, he was exhausted now. He used his towel to dry himself off completely, then dropped it to the floor before crawling in between the covers. Completely oblivious to who may have been watching, listening, or recording what he had done, he drifted off to sleep. A satisfied smile found its way onto his face.
OWARI
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Notes: 1) Yes, I sort of stole the idea from Stranger Than Fiction... It's just so clever, and I thought it would be funny with this fic. XD; Overall, I hope everyone enjoyed this because...I worked hard on it. I actually typed up most of it while sitting on the bathroom floor, my laptop in my lap. I wanted there to be as much detail as possible so I pretty much pictured it happening in front of me. I'm sure you're not surprised to know who was masturbating before she went to bed last night...
2) I hope you like it, misoka_strife, dear!! I know I liked writing it so...if that's anything to go off of... XD;
Author: shuichin or Shuichi
Genre: Smut/Humor
Bands: Dir en grey
Pairings: Showerhead x Kyo
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Masturbation in vivid detail
Summary: Whether Kyo actually wanted to do it or not isn't the issue...but he did.
Notes: Written for misoka_strife for the the Kyo x "Anyone" Challenge. I decided to do something a bit different with the narration because otherwise it would have been much too short. Besides, I think this way is really fun. XD
Narration of Masturbation
After a long day of practice the pocket-sized vocalist of Dir en grey usually liked nothing more than to collapse onto his bed for a long night of sleep.
Kyo stopped in his tracks when his foot crossed over the threshold. The voice stopped talking with him. He looked around nervously, feeling slightly paranoid. He scratched his head, and then shrugged and shut the door before moving further into his apartment.
The apartment was in its usual messy state-
“Hey!” Kyo yelled, looking around again. “Who is that? Where are you?”
He was met with silence. He swallowed and remained frozen to the spot he was standing in for all of five minutes. At last he took another step further…
-empty water bottles littering the floor, lyric sheets scattered over every surface, and piles of clothes tossed aside haphazardly as far as the eye could see.
“Okay,” Kyo said loudly again, still looking for the mysterious voice. “This is really not funny. Whoever you are, you should just…just go. And-and I am not pocket-sized, by the way! I’m just…space efficient.”
Silence. He sighed, and began walking again, but this time the voice did not accompany his actions. He couldn’t understand how someone could have gotten into his apartment! Being that he was famous he liked to keep the door locked, and the only people with keys were himself and Kaoru. The voice belonged to a female so that meant- He gasped. “Did Kaoru let in a fangirl to play a trick on me!?”
The absurdity! The nonsense! Kaoru was the mature one, and though he could have his moments like everyone, he would never pull such a cruel prank. It was more like something Die would do, but even then Kyo wasn’t sure even he would stoop so low. At any rate, the young singer decided he would just have to ignore his problems for the time being.
“I have decided no such thing!” Kyo burst. The fear and paranoia was ebbing away to be replaced with anger and irritation. Just who did this chick think she was anyway, trying to control his actions like that!?
He marched to the bedroom, content to ignore the voice as he whipped off his shirt and pants. He was too riled up to go to bed like he had been planning, so he was going to have to take a nice, hot bath to become sleepy again. He started to pull down his boxers, but didn’t get far when the voice spoke again, and he stopped abruptly, feeling minutely self-conscious.
Although the little vocalist-
He growled at the adjective.
-preferred to go straight to bed upon returning home, for some reason he wasn’t tired on the night of our story. Instead of curling up beneath the warm covers, he made plans to run himself a hot bath. And instead of falling asleep in a restless state, he was going to fall asleep with a satisfied smile on his face.
No, Kyo didn’t know it yet, but he was going to inflict pleasures of the most wonderful sort on himself shortly after stepping into that bath.
Kyo gasped, and looked around again. “I’m going to what!?”
Yet even as he stripped himself of his clothing, he was starting to envision a talented hand slowly starting to stroke and tease his penis…
Kyo swallowed, and his cock twitched to hear such a phrase, even if he was still a little perturbed about where it was coming from and who was saying such a thing. He looked around once again, just to be extra sure that no one was there.
At last he decided that he would just ignore the voice, and he headed into the bathroom with absolutely no intention of “inflicting pleasures on himself.”
His boxers just barely covered his most private area since he hadn’t pulled them all the way up after the voice had started talking again. He glanced in the mirror at himself, and couldn’t deny his own allure. His hair stuck out a little oddly from the fact that he had been sweating in the practice room, and then run his hand through it. His muscles were defined, and under the strong light of the bathroom he could see every contour and groove rise and fall steadily with his breathing. His abs stopped in a V shape at the hem of his boxers where he could see the beginnings of his pubic hairs. He felt himself swell a little bit beneath his underwear, and cursed inwardly before looking away in favor of starting the water running.
He sat on the closed toilet lid for awhile, simply watching the bath fill up, trying not to look at the removable showerhead that he had used for masturbation purposes so many times before. “Stop it, Kyo,” he muttered to himself. “You don’t need to. You don’t want to. Stop it.”
His inner voices argued, and the turmoil within was already starting to bother him outwardly, though he would have denied it. After all, wasn’t there something dirty and shameful about the act of masturbation?
“No!” Kyo exclaimed, regardless of whether the voice heard or cared. “There’s nothing wrong or shameful about masturbating.” He glanced back up at the showerhead. “In fact, it’s good for you.”
He got up and pulled out the plug so that the water could drain from the tub. He couldn’t believe what he was going to do just because he thought he heard a voice saying he was going to do it. Admittedly, there was something completely thrilling about masturbating with the thought that someone else was watching, but did he know that for sure? Thus far he hadn’t seen anyone, and it wasn’t as though there were many places to hide in his little Tokyo apartment…
Oblivious to the horny fangirls reading his story, the attractive rock star finally took his boxers off in a would-be stripper fashion, flinging them aside where they would probably end up staying until he eventually gave his apartment the cleaning it needed.
Kyo rolled his eyes at the obnoxious female voice as he did indeed remove his boxers. He watched himself in the mirror as he did so, and was surprised at how attractive he thought himself. He had never been conceited, and he had certainly never been narcissistic, but seeing his semi-stiff member freed from its restraints caused goosebumps to surface on his back. Was he really this sexy!? He couldn’t believe it; as far as he was concerned, Toshiya had always been the sexy one. Hell, Die and Shinya were sexier than him. If he beat anybody in the race for Most Sexy it was Kaoru the Everlasting Dork. But still… He had failed to notice how perfect his body actually was. He flexed his bicep, and watched the inky dragon that covered it grow a little bigger. His abdominals tightened with the action as well, and he noted how the tightening spread to his thighs and buttocks as well.
That was when he turned his back to the mirror, laughing out loud at himself. He had never ogled himself for godssakes! He left that up to the fans he had never understood… Maybe there was some truth in their obsession with him… He shook his head and stepped into the bath when the water had drained, setting it so the showerhead would spray instead. “Now you’re just being vain,” he told himself.
He stood beneath the running water for a little while, just letting it pour over his body, letting it run in soothing rivulets over his stiff muscles. If he turned his head to the right he could see himself in the mirror again, since he had failed to close the curtain. His eyes ran the length of his body, now thoroughly soaked from the neck down. Before he even really knew what he was doing, he watched his right hand trail stealthily up his thigh, ghost over his hipbone, and crawl seductively across his abs to a brown nipple.
He turned slightly so he could have a more frontal view of what he was doing to himself. His thumb rotated repeatedly over the nub of hard flesh before he finally squeezed it between two fingers. The softest of grunts escaped his throat at the feeling, and he was quick to repeat the action since it sent such a pleasant shiver up his spine. He pressed his fingernails into it, and gasped when an electric jolt shot straight to his navel. He realized then that he hadn’t masturbated in awhile, and for that he was missing out. After all, nobody knew his body like he did.
He paused, and wondered briefly if he really wanted to continue. All he had to do was turn the faucet to cold and he could rid himself of his growing hard-on, take the hot bath he originally wanted, and plop down in his nice, warm bed. His bed really was calling to him… But as his eyes roved over his body once more, he realized a part of his anatomy was calling to him, too. He smirked at himself, making up his mind.
His right hand resumed its torture of his right nipple while the left slid up his abs to play with the neglected nipple. He watched his lower half in the mirror as he sent dull shivers of pleasure through his body; he was starting to react, growing ever stiffer each time he squeezed the brown nubs in between his fingers.
His left hand continued with that, but his right hand wanted to appease the poor organ that was practically begging to be touched. It slid down his abs, combing through wet pubic hair before grabbing the hardening length. Kyo drew in his breath the moment he gripped himself. It felt so good! Since his palm was already warm from the hot water, it was the perfect thing to embrace his neglected member. He leaned against the bathroom wall, determined to remain standing, determined to watch himself as his hand started to move slowly up and down. He hardened completely from his own touch, and the wonderful tension coiling inside him almost felt too much; after all, it had been so long since he had pleasured himself.
He stopped the movement of his hand, giving himself a chance to breathe as he contemplated his next move. He looked up at the showerhead, spraying a gentle mist over him. That wouldn’t do at all… Unfortunately, his showerhead only had three settings, but there was one that tended to suit him every time. He had experimented with the jet before, but found it much too painful. He liked pain, but he hadn’t been able to sit down for three days, and his band mates had made him quite the laughing stock. Kyo had been much too embarrassed to tell them why he was in a lot of pain down there, but he winced to think of what they had assumed…
The mist was much too gentle, and when he tried that one he had burst into hysterical laughter from the tickling feeling. The laughter had somewhat ruined his mood, so that wasn’t the spray for him. No, he liked the middle setting because it was just enough pressure that it hurt while feeling amazingly good, but it didn’t make him sore for a week or make him giggle like a little boy being tickled by his father. That would ruin anyone’s sex mood, he reckoned.
He finally removed the showerhead from its place, turning the nozzle until it reverted to the middle spray setting. He looked at his wanton body in the mirror again, and then spread his legs a little bit, clenching his thighs for added support. He knew he was about to feel really weak really soon.
He first pressed the nozzle to his abs, and smiled because that was a tickly feeling. He hurriedly brought it over those muscles before he could start laughing, and slowed down when it touched his pubes. Already his breathing was starting to pick up from the tingling pleasure that brought him. He stood there for a moment, grabbing hold of the shower rod with his right hand so he could steady himself a little better until he was forced to use that hand for other purposes again…
His left hand remained in charge of the showerhead, and it finally saw fit to move it lower, where it came into contact with the pink flesh of his rigid penis. He gasped the moment the spray touched it, and his hips instantly reacted, whether he’d meant for them to or not. He swallowed and steeled himself as he slowly moved the nozzle up and down himself. “A-ah!” He choked out, unable to hold back at least a little bit of sound. By this point he had completely forgotten about the voice from earlier, and he was completely unaware that someone was actually watching him-or rather, reading a retelling of his dirty little deed.
He moved the showerhead a little faster, pausing for the briefest of moments when he let it flit over his balls. That caused him to jerk his hips again, and he almost dropped the showerhead in favor of stroking himself to a quick release. He would resist, though; he wanted it to take awhile. He liked to see how far he could push himself before he went insane with the need to come.
He could only move the nozzle over his engorged member for a couple minutes longer. He needed more stimulation before he let himself be pushed over the edge, so he spread his legs just a little more, moving the nozzle up over his hips, and around to his backside. Already his cheeks tensed from the feeling of the water spraying over them. His grip on the shower rod tightened, and he forced himself to relax before slowly bringing the showerhead lower to his entrance.
Although he had masturbated with the showerhead several times before, it always felt like nothing he’d ever felt before when the spray of water hit the sensitive ring of muscle down there. He let out a soft, withdrawn moan, every muscle in his defined body stiffening beautifully. There was no pretense anymore, he didn’t feel a need to stay quiet or hide the fact that his breathing was haggard and erratic. He just needed to keep feeling so good.
He slowly rotated the nozzle over his opening, whimpering and spreading his legs a little more. He was starting to tremble, though whether it was out of excitement or a need to touch himself, he didn’t know. He moved the showerhead forward so that it kissed the underside of his balls, and then brought it back to his entrance quickly; that feeling had almost been too much for him.
Kyo prided himself on his endurance when it came to anything-sex, pain, Kaoru’s nagging, whatever was his trial at the moment; however, at the moment he was feeling delirious, and he knew that he didn’t really have any control over his body anymore when he let go of the shower rod and grabbed himself. His next moan reverberated loudly off of the bathroom walls as the dual sensations sent him into a state of euphoria. He couldn’t even move his left hand anymore, just kept the showerhead in place over his hole as his right hand moved furiously and haphazardly up and down his shaft. His hips were the other part of body moving as he rushed up on his climax, and struggled to stand at the same time.
He finally felt the tight coil instead of him springing to release, and groaned deep in his throat as he came, accidentally squirting his semen over the edge of the bath so that it spattered on the tiles. He might have laughed at that, had he not been so overwhelmed from such an intense orgasm. He was getting a hand cramp, but he was still stroking himself vigorously until he came a second time. He dropped the showerhead carelessly, and fell to his knees, completely spent. He leaned over the edge of the bath for awhile, simply panting, trying to regain control of his breathing and his senses.
Kyo began to think he hadn’t experienced such a wonderful date with himself in a very long time-perhaps never had he been so thoroughly satisfied by anyone, and he had had his fair share of sexual endeavors.
Kyo groaned upon hearing the voice again. He had to wonder if the voice had kept talking during his activity, but he’d only been so absorbed in what he’d been doing that he’d been able to block it out thoughtlessly. He picked up the showerhead and stood, returning it to its spot, using it to rinse the white liquid off his hand before he shut the faucet off. He grabbed a towel and wrapped it around his waist, then used a rag to clean up the mess he’d made on the floor. “I’m going to bed now,” he called loudly to…well, whoever was listening.
He shut off the bathroom light before making his way tiredly to the bedroom to finally collapse on his nice, warm bed. If he had been tired before his shower, he was exhausted now. He used his towel to dry himself off completely, then dropped it to the floor before crawling in between the covers. Completely oblivious to who may have been watching, listening, or recording what he had done, he drifted off to sleep. A satisfied smile found its way onto his face.
OWARI
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Notes: 1) Yes, I sort of stole the idea from Stranger Than Fiction... It's just so clever, and I thought it would be funny with this fic. XD; Overall, I hope everyone enjoyed this because...I worked hard on it. I actually typed up most of it while sitting on the bathroom floor, my laptop in my lap. I wanted there to be as much detail as possible so I pretty much pictured it happening in front of me. I'm sure you're not surprised to know who was masturbating before she went to bed last night...
2) I hope you like it, misoka_strife, dear!! I know I liked writing it so...if that's anything to go off of... XD;