[fic] A Promise Worth Keeping [8/?]
title: A Promise Worth Keeping
chapter: 8/?
genre: drama
rating: NC-17
band/pairing: Nightmare x SCREW; Ni~ya x Manabu, Byou x Kazuki, Jin x Yuuto, SCREW OT4, Hitsugi x Manabu, Ruka x Sakito
warnings: m/m contact, light BDSM
disclaimer: This is a work of fiction, completely unauthorized
summary: Manabu had made a promise to himself....
rewind: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7
comments: A much longer segment today, with porn in it, hence the taking way too long to write it. Sorry about that. Back to actual plot tomorrow (which is technically later today), probably.
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Manabu had actually been surprised when Yomi had excused himself after dinner, though there was still a certain light in the man's eyes when he left. By the same token, he had not expected to find himself in an apartment with not only Hitsugi, but also Sakito and Ruka. Those two had seemed distinctly disinterested when Hitsugi had toyed with him in the restaurant, so what were they doing here now? Had they changed their minds? That was definitely a pleasing thought.
“Come 'ere,” Hitsugi drawled and Manabu couldn't resist, feeling himself drawn forward like a moth to a flame, sinking into the older man's lap. Fingers curled in his hair, pulling him down into a slow, languid kiss, warm metal pressing into his skin. A low moan caught in the back of his throat as he felt himself being pulled closer, a pierced tongue lapping at his lips. Hands slid under his shirt, his own hands moving restlessly over Hitsugi's chest. How much was he allowed to touch? At least some, right? Certainly there were no protests to his careful exploration. Neither did he make any himself as his shirt was pulled from him. Hitsugi's hands felt so good on his skin, warm and demanding. Lips parted from his own, wetness and metal whispering over the skin of his neck, down his chest, and he squirmed even more.
“Sempai,” he moaned, rocking forward, arching his back to offer himself even more. He felt more than heard the rumble of pleasure from Hitsugi. Another moan caught in his throat as teeth closed on one nipple, tugging harshly. It felt so good to be the center of someone's attention, to feel wanted like this. He couldn't help squirming, wriggling in Hitsugi's lap and wanting more of the other man's touch.
“Up. And lose the pants,” Hitsugi ordered, tongue flicking against one nipple. Manabu shivered and moaned, sliding off the older guitarist's lap and out of his pants. And then posed a bit, showing off his body, running hands over his skin. But Hitsugi was the only one paying attention; Sakito and Ruka were completely involved in each other. Manabu stalled in his little turn, biting his lip against a low moan as he watched Sakito riding Ruka's cock nice and slow in a chair across the room from Hitsugi and himself. Fuck, they looked incredible together.
“Enjoying the show?” Hitsugi murmured and Manabu was surprised to feel himself being pulled back down into Hitsugi's lap, held against his chest. “No wonder he calls you Maneki. They don't like playing with others, usually disappear into Saki's room right away,” the guitarist murmured, one ringed hand moving over Manabu's chest, sliding down to wrap around Manabu's own hardening cock. “Too bad they've forgotten we're even here.”
“But I'm still here, sempai,” Manabu purred, reaching behind himself, rubbing over Hitsugi's still covered cock. A wiggle and he was shifting around to nibble at Hitsugi's jaw. “I'll be so good for you, sempai.”
“Mmhmm, yes you will,” Hitsugi agreed, turning Manabu's head for a hard, heavy kiss. Manabu squirmed some more, already impatient for more than just this. Why was Hitsugi still wearing pants anyway? Was he just that sadistic, making him watch as Sakito arched and moaned, stroking himself with urgent need? Too bad Sakito was faced towards Ruka, it made it impossible for Manabu to taste the other man properly. What a shame, though that didn't stop him from accepting the slight, wordless push towards the other couple. Padding around the coffee table in his way, Manabu made his way up to the other two, barely brushing fingertips against Sakito's shoulder. The elder guitarist's head turned sharply towards him, everything else stilled. He was probably being entirely too forward, but he couldn't help it, pressing closer to kiss the other man, lapping at his lips with undisguised hunger. Even better, there was no hesitation in Sakito's returning of his kiss, only equal hunger, equal lust.
“Pushy brat,” Ruka growled, fisting a hand in Manabu's hair. “Always wanting more, aren't you?”
“Only what Ruka-sama will allow,” Manabu murmured, pulling away from Sakito to kneel demurely beside the chair. “Ruka-sama and Sakito-sama and Hitsugi-sama.”
“Then maybe you should be spending more energy on Tsugi and less on us,” the drummer suggested. But if they weren't interested in playing together, why were they still out here in the lounge? Surely this was just more playing hard to get, right?
“I only wish to help make things better for you, Ruka-sama,” Manabu purred, ducking his head in a proper submissive pose. Ruka huffed, but the older man wasn't pushing him away anymore. That had to be a good sign, right? He licked his lips again, daring to reach up to stroke Sakito's near thigh. So close he could almost taste that pale skin, and yet he didn't dare move any closer, no matter how much he wanted to do just that. If Ruka grew too upset with him for his presumption ... he didn't want that, never wanted that.
Hands carded through this hair, stroked down his back. Lubed fingers pressed against his opening and he moaned, shifting to spread his legs further apart. He was being dragged backwards by the hips, forced into a more serviceable kneeling pose. Moaning softly, he waggled his hips and pushed backwards, hopeful that his eagerness would get him what he really wanted.
“So impatient,” Hitsugi chuckled. Manabu had to bite back another moan at the feel of a pierced, crowned cock pressing against his entrance. He'd suspected that Hitsugi might have a piercing or two down there, but he would not have guessed so many. Even with the condom dulling the sensation, those barbells hit all the best places. It felt delicious, nearly perfect. The only thing that would make it better was if he had a cock in his mouth as well, maybe one or two for his hands. But he couldn't complain, not when Hitsugi was fucking him long and slow, making him moan and writhe beneath him. Even if there was nothing more than this, just a passing fancy, it would be okay, because even just this was amazing. The feel of metal and skin, the bite of teeth against the back of his neck. It all felt so good....
chapter: 8/?
genre: drama
rating: NC-17
band/pairing: Nightmare x SCREW; Ni~ya x Manabu, Byou x Kazuki, Jin x Yuuto, SCREW OT4, Hitsugi x Manabu, Ruka x Sakito
warnings: m/m contact, light BDSM
disclaimer: This is a work of fiction, completely unauthorized
summary: Manabu had made a promise to himself....
rewind: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7
comments: A much longer segment today, with porn in it, hence the taking way too long to write it. Sorry about that. Back to actual plot tomorrow (which is technically later today), probably.
~*~*~
Manabu had actually been surprised when Yomi had excused himself after dinner, though there was still a certain light in the man's eyes when he left. By the same token, he had not expected to find himself in an apartment with not only Hitsugi, but also Sakito and Ruka. Those two had seemed distinctly disinterested when Hitsugi had toyed with him in the restaurant, so what were they doing here now? Had they changed their minds? That was definitely a pleasing thought.
“Come 'ere,” Hitsugi drawled and Manabu couldn't resist, feeling himself drawn forward like a moth to a flame, sinking into the older man's lap. Fingers curled in his hair, pulling him down into a slow, languid kiss, warm metal pressing into his skin. A low moan caught in the back of his throat as he felt himself being pulled closer, a pierced tongue lapping at his lips. Hands slid under his shirt, his own hands moving restlessly over Hitsugi's chest. How much was he allowed to touch? At least some, right? Certainly there were no protests to his careful exploration. Neither did he make any himself as his shirt was pulled from him. Hitsugi's hands felt so good on his skin, warm and demanding. Lips parted from his own, wetness and metal whispering over the skin of his neck, down his chest, and he squirmed even more.
“Sempai,” he moaned, rocking forward, arching his back to offer himself even more. He felt more than heard the rumble of pleasure from Hitsugi. Another moan caught in his throat as teeth closed on one nipple, tugging harshly. It felt so good to be the center of someone's attention, to feel wanted like this. He couldn't help squirming, wriggling in Hitsugi's lap and wanting more of the other man's touch.
“Up. And lose the pants,” Hitsugi ordered, tongue flicking against one nipple. Manabu shivered and moaned, sliding off the older guitarist's lap and out of his pants. And then posed a bit, showing off his body, running hands over his skin. But Hitsugi was the only one paying attention; Sakito and Ruka were completely involved in each other. Manabu stalled in his little turn, biting his lip against a low moan as he watched Sakito riding Ruka's cock nice and slow in a chair across the room from Hitsugi and himself. Fuck, they looked incredible together.
“Enjoying the show?” Hitsugi murmured and Manabu was surprised to feel himself being pulled back down into Hitsugi's lap, held against his chest. “No wonder he calls you Maneki. They don't like playing with others, usually disappear into Saki's room right away,” the guitarist murmured, one ringed hand moving over Manabu's chest, sliding down to wrap around Manabu's own hardening cock. “Too bad they've forgotten we're even here.”
“But I'm still here, sempai,” Manabu purred, reaching behind himself, rubbing over Hitsugi's still covered cock. A wiggle and he was shifting around to nibble at Hitsugi's jaw. “I'll be so good for you, sempai.”
“Mmhmm, yes you will,” Hitsugi agreed, turning Manabu's head for a hard, heavy kiss. Manabu squirmed some more, already impatient for more than just this. Why was Hitsugi still wearing pants anyway? Was he just that sadistic, making him watch as Sakito arched and moaned, stroking himself with urgent need? Too bad Sakito was faced towards Ruka, it made it impossible for Manabu to taste the other man properly. What a shame, though that didn't stop him from accepting the slight, wordless push towards the other couple. Padding around the coffee table in his way, Manabu made his way up to the other two, barely brushing fingertips against Sakito's shoulder. The elder guitarist's head turned sharply towards him, everything else stilled. He was probably being entirely too forward, but he couldn't help it, pressing closer to kiss the other man, lapping at his lips with undisguised hunger. Even better, there was no hesitation in Sakito's returning of his kiss, only equal hunger, equal lust.
“Pushy brat,” Ruka growled, fisting a hand in Manabu's hair. “Always wanting more, aren't you?”
“Only what Ruka-sama will allow,” Manabu murmured, pulling away from Sakito to kneel demurely beside the chair. “Ruka-sama and Sakito-sama and Hitsugi-sama.”
“Then maybe you should be spending more energy on Tsugi and less on us,” the drummer suggested. But if they weren't interested in playing together, why were they still out here in the lounge? Surely this was just more playing hard to get, right?
“I only wish to help make things better for you, Ruka-sama,” Manabu purred, ducking his head in a proper submissive pose. Ruka huffed, but the older man wasn't pushing him away anymore. That had to be a good sign, right? He licked his lips again, daring to reach up to stroke Sakito's near thigh. So close he could almost taste that pale skin, and yet he didn't dare move any closer, no matter how much he wanted to do just that. If Ruka grew too upset with him for his presumption ... he didn't want that, never wanted that.
Hands carded through this hair, stroked down his back. Lubed fingers pressed against his opening and he moaned, shifting to spread his legs further apart. He was being dragged backwards by the hips, forced into a more serviceable kneeling pose. Moaning softly, he waggled his hips and pushed backwards, hopeful that his eagerness would get him what he really wanted.
“So impatient,” Hitsugi chuckled. Manabu had to bite back another moan at the feel of a pierced, crowned cock pressing against his entrance. He'd suspected that Hitsugi might have a piercing or two down there, but he would not have guessed so many. Even with the condom dulling the sensation, those barbells hit all the best places. It felt delicious, nearly perfect. The only thing that would make it better was if he had a cock in his mouth as well, maybe one or two for his hands. But he couldn't complain, not when Hitsugi was fucking him long and slow, making him moan and writhe beneath him. Even if there was nothing more than this, just a passing fancy, it would be okay, because even just this was amazing. The feel of metal and skin, the bite of teeth against the back of his neck. It all felt so good....