[Feb 19th] [Magic Kaitou] Vampire: Fallen Too Far [Random Scene]
Title: Vampire: Fallen Too Far [Random Scene]
Day/Theme: February 19th - "And every creature shall be purified"
Series: Magic Kaitou
Character/Pairing: Kuroba Kaito, Nakamori Aoko
Rating: R (DEFINITELY NSFW)
Even with the distraction of her tongue running along his, lapping from the wound which still wept slowly but steadily with that small amount of blood, he was able to continue the ministrations he had begun. Running his hands up along her sides, allowing them to trail up that soft skin hidden by cloth--the obstruction which made him break the kiss once more, making her wimper slightly at the loss of that source of relief. He ignored the sound, willing to return to their previous actions but first...
First he had to rid them of that annoying barrier.
It was with little thought that he pulled at the tail end of the shirt, beginning a tear up the middle of the front which made the girl under him pause for a minute before her face went slightly red, from embarrassment or excitement, he couldn't tell. Except for the fact that her hands were now mimicking his by gripping onto the back of his shirt and pulling on the cloth also until it began to tear. Nails dug slightly into his back during the process, making him hiss a bit at the pain, but he quickly put it from his mind and met her lips again just as she sat up a bit do so the same.
Just as those few times when things went more than just a bit out of control, he couldn't bring himself to stop, pushing aside the ripped clothing and feeling his own shirt start to slip off his back. He didn't even bother with breaking the kiss as he removed his hands for a moment in order to get rid of the minor obstruction, tossing it aside before returning to his task. Hands now sliding behind her back, skimming her spine just so that their skin barely made contact, causing her to shiver and arc her back in such a way that had her pressing up against him.
Their lips parted once more, allowing them the time to breathe as well as explore more than just each other's mouth. While she caught her breath, chest heaving against his, he ducked his head to kiss below her collar bone, gently nipping at the supple flesh of her chest while his hands worked on unclapsing the bra. Allowing it to then hang loosely on her arms like her shirt while she shivered and clutched him to her, he kissed the smooth skin that had been hidden away by the undergarment. He then ran a hand back along her skin until it was cupping a breast, using his thumb to rub the nipple into a small bud, eliciting a moan of pleasure from the girl as she pressed herself closer to him, begging for more.
And more would come, of course, but first to be rid of the tangle of clothes that was preventing any further action, he pulled slightly away from her, giving her the space to quickly shed the cloth that hung on her arms. As soon as they were tossed away, however, they were back together, pressing against one another, mouths pressing firmly together as teeth lightly bit at tongues and lips. Skin to skin contact made them burn hot while they grinded against each other, each seeking their own release but unable to do more until they began pulling at the last bit of clothing they had.
Impatience more than anything else was what made him grab her hands and pin them above her head whenever she reached for him. One-handed, he kept those hands of hers where they were even as she began to make a small keening noise which became more of a moan when his free hand ran up her inner thigh before reaching up under her skirt and pulling the piece of underwear down until her legs were free. He then leaned over her again, catching her lips with his own as his hand went back toward that hot, moist area which he rubbed at before carefully inserting a finger, curling it slightly, searching for a response.
She writhed beneath him, opening herself to him, pushing herself against him and allowing him to continue his ministrations until she broke away from the kiss, face red and mouth open as her eyes shut as he worked her closer to the edge. Before it could get that far, however, he withdrew his hand from her, making her whimper at the loss of stimulation.
He didn't make her wait long and soon pressed against her again, this time his erection rubbing against her opening until he thrust into her--
An almost strangled noise came from her and her face contorted with pain until he was flush against her, breathing hard and staring down at her, waiting. It was only when she began to breathe easier, when she pushed her wrists against his hold on them that he finally began to move, finally freed those hands so that she could reach out to him once more.
It took but a moment before they found each other in a simple rhythm, pushing against each other, breathing into each other's ears, and letting out sounds of pleasure that couldn't be held back. It wasn't until she pressed her face against his shoulder and allowed herself to bite into the skin there, however, that the tempo picked up.
Just as before, that mix of pleasure and pain with more pleasure than pain this time, for the moment, driving them both past their limits until she released him, allowing the blood from the small wound to flow freely as she cried out in estacy, the orgasm blindsiding her before she knew it.
And it was only with one last thrust that he followed suit, closing his eyes and bowing his head, panting raggedly, as his body tensed and shuddered through his own climax, mind an almost painful blank before he found himself leaning against her. Her arms wrapped around his chest with almost little thought as they both lay there, recovering from the sudden exertion.
Then they finally looked to each other.
Bright blue eyes were beginning to fill with tears just as he pulled himself away from her, only have her arms wrap tighter around his chest which she then pressed her face against.
Kaito could feel her tears as they spilled against his chest and could only use a hand to hold Aoko close as she cried.
Though he himself felt that the hunger was stranglely absent, as if well-fed and waiting for another time for blood, and that it was possible that she felt the same sense of relief, in a way, things had only just been made even more complicated and doubious than before.
-end of scene-
... I still feel like I just wrote horribly bad!fic...
|D
Day/Theme: February 19th - "And every creature shall be purified"
Series: Magic Kaitou
Character/Pairing: Kuroba Kaito, Nakamori Aoko
Rating: R (DEFINITELY NSFW)
Even with the distraction of her tongue running along his, lapping from the wound which still wept slowly but steadily with that small amount of blood, he was able to continue the ministrations he had begun. Running his hands up along her sides, allowing them to trail up that soft skin hidden by cloth--the obstruction which made him break the kiss once more, making her wimper slightly at the loss of that source of relief. He ignored the sound, willing to return to their previous actions but first...
First he had to rid them of that annoying barrier.
It was with little thought that he pulled at the tail end of the shirt, beginning a tear up the middle of the front which made the girl under him pause for a minute before her face went slightly red, from embarrassment or excitement, he couldn't tell. Except for the fact that her hands were now mimicking his by gripping onto the back of his shirt and pulling on the cloth also until it began to tear. Nails dug slightly into his back during the process, making him hiss a bit at the pain, but he quickly put it from his mind and met her lips again just as she sat up a bit do so the same.
Just as those few times when things went more than just a bit out of control, he couldn't bring himself to stop, pushing aside the ripped clothing and feeling his own shirt start to slip off his back. He didn't even bother with breaking the kiss as he removed his hands for a moment in order to get rid of the minor obstruction, tossing it aside before returning to his task. Hands now sliding behind her back, skimming her spine just so that their skin barely made contact, causing her to shiver and arc her back in such a way that had her pressing up against him.
Their lips parted once more, allowing them the time to breathe as well as explore more than just each other's mouth. While she caught her breath, chest heaving against his, he ducked his head to kiss below her collar bone, gently nipping at the supple flesh of her chest while his hands worked on unclapsing the bra. Allowing it to then hang loosely on her arms like her shirt while she shivered and clutched him to her, he kissed the smooth skin that had been hidden away by the undergarment. He then ran a hand back along her skin until it was cupping a breast, using his thumb to rub the nipple into a small bud, eliciting a moan of pleasure from the girl as she pressed herself closer to him, begging for more.
And more would come, of course, but first to be rid of the tangle of clothes that was preventing any further action, he pulled slightly away from her, giving her the space to quickly shed the cloth that hung on her arms. As soon as they were tossed away, however, they were back together, pressing against one another, mouths pressing firmly together as teeth lightly bit at tongues and lips. Skin to skin contact made them burn hot while they grinded against each other, each seeking their own release but unable to do more until they began pulling at the last bit of clothing they had.
Impatience more than anything else was what made him grab her hands and pin them above her head whenever she reached for him. One-handed, he kept those hands of hers where they were even as she began to make a small keening noise which became more of a moan when his free hand ran up her inner thigh before reaching up under her skirt and pulling the piece of underwear down until her legs were free. He then leaned over her again, catching her lips with his own as his hand went back toward that hot, moist area which he rubbed at before carefully inserting a finger, curling it slightly, searching for a response.
She writhed beneath him, opening herself to him, pushing herself against him and allowing him to continue his ministrations until she broke away from the kiss, face red and mouth open as her eyes shut as he worked her closer to the edge. Before it could get that far, however, he withdrew his hand from her, making her whimper at the loss of stimulation.
He didn't make her wait long and soon pressed against her again, this time his erection rubbing against her opening until he thrust into her--
An almost strangled noise came from her and her face contorted with pain until he was flush against her, breathing hard and staring down at her, waiting. It was only when she began to breathe easier, when she pushed her wrists against his hold on them that he finally began to move, finally freed those hands so that she could reach out to him once more.
It took but a moment before they found each other in a simple rhythm, pushing against each other, breathing into each other's ears, and letting out sounds of pleasure that couldn't be held back. It wasn't until she pressed her face against his shoulder and allowed herself to bite into the skin there, however, that the tempo picked up.
Just as before, that mix of pleasure and pain with more pleasure than pain this time, for the moment, driving them both past their limits until she released him, allowing the blood from the small wound to flow freely as she cried out in estacy, the orgasm blindsiding her before she knew it.
And it was only with one last thrust that he followed suit, closing his eyes and bowing his head, panting raggedly, as his body tensed and shuddered through his own climax, mind an almost painful blank before he found himself leaning against her. Her arms wrapped around his chest with almost little thought as they both lay there, recovering from the sudden exertion.
Then they finally looked to each other.
Bright blue eyes were beginning to fill with tears just as he pulled himself away from her, only have her arms wrap tighter around his chest which she then pressed her face against.
Kaito could feel her tears as they spilled against his chest and could only use a hand to hold Aoko close as she cried.
Though he himself felt that the hunger was stranglely absent, as if well-fed and waiting for another time for blood, and that it was possible that she felt the same sense of relief, in a way, things had only just been made even more complicated and doubious than before.
-end of scene-
... I still feel like I just wrote horribly bad!fic...
|D