[FIC] - Flexible - Byou/Aoi - NC-17 - Oneshot
Title: Flexible
Author: unna_rainchaser
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Smut with a tad romance.
Pairings: Byou/Aoi
Disclaimer: Not mine, no harm intended.
Comments: Somewhat just another scene. Written for gazerotica.
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There they were.
Byou, the lazy vocalist of Screw, his back propped on pillows against the headboard of his bed, sultry moans rolling off his lips.
And Aoi. Aoi, straddling Byou, his body bending and curving, sweat making in glisten in the most delicious ways, dancing on Byou's cock to the beat of the music vibrating from the stereo.
Fingers firmly placed on shaved, pale thighs, toes curling into disheveled sheets, Byou knew they were made for each other.
And had Aoi ever been flexible. He rode him, languidly, taking his time, the muscles on his belly working slowly, giving more of a show than he'd ever bother to care about.
Because now, with Byou, it was exactly how it was supposed to be. No rush, just hedonistic seizing of the moment, however long it may take.
They came. Aoi scooped over, his messy black hair framing his blissful face.
Their eyes met.
Byou pulled him down, mumbling endearing nonsense, chests stickily heaving against one another and in more than one way, it was perfect.
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This is way more cheesy than I ever thought it would be.
Author: unna_rainchaser
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Smut with a tad romance.
Pairings: Byou/Aoi
Disclaimer: Not mine, no harm intended.
Comments: Somewhat just another scene. Written for gazerotica.
Rainchaser's Archive
______________________________
There they were.
Byou, the lazy vocalist of Screw, his back propped on pillows against the headboard of his bed, sultry moans rolling off his lips.
And Aoi. Aoi, straddling Byou, his body bending and curving, sweat making in glisten in the most delicious ways, dancing on Byou's cock to the beat of the music vibrating from the stereo.
Fingers firmly placed on shaved, pale thighs, toes curling into disheveled sheets, Byou knew they were made for each other.
And had Aoi ever been flexible. He rode him, languidly, taking his time, the muscles on his belly working slowly, giving more of a show than he'd ever bother to care about.
Because now, with Byou, it was exactly how it was supposed to be. No rush, just hedonistic seizing of the moment, however long it may take.
They came. Aoi scooped over, his messy black hair framing his blissful face.
Their eyes met.
Byou pulled him down, mumbling endearing nonsense, chests stickily heaving against one another and in more than one way, it was perfect.
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This is way more cheesy than I ever thought it would be.