Christmas ficlet. [Mizuki/Yuuta, NC-17]
My darling pteek wrote me a Mizuki/Yuuta Christmas smutlet and I'm posting it here on her behalf (since she didn't want to join the community for... she's not much of a fan of the pairing). ^_^
Nevertheless, I got this lovely and smutty yummi goodness from her for Christmas. *cuddles*
Title: Underneath the Mistletoe
Author: pteek
Pairing: Mizuki/Yuuta
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Down-and-dirty smut. At least tries to be.
A/N: Christmas gift for ranilos, written as a thank-you for putting up with my craziness over the year.
Underneath the Mistletoe
He lets his head fall back against the couch, his eyes sliding almost shut. The red Christmas lights hung by the window make the room glow eerily, more hauntingly than cheerily as they are no doubt meant to. Everything around him seems to be swaying, moving either too slow or too fast, but definitely not at their normal pace, and Yuuta realizes yet again that he should never trust Yanagisawa's punch because obviously it will always be spiked.
This is not the first time he is drunk, nor the second, but it is still few enough time that he feels completely overwhelmed by the effects of alcohol. The sounds of the party are faint through the buzzing in his head, and he wonders when things got so out of hand, and when exactly did Mizuki come into the room, as he is now standing right beside him. Leaning towards him, fingers reaching somewhere over Yuuta's head, he lets out a soft chuckle.
"So carelessly sitting under such a thing, Yuuta-kun..."
Yuuta's head snaps back to see what the other is talking about, and when the world stops swirling his eyes focus on a greenish red ornament hanging on the wall right above him. One thought collides with another, but when his addled brain finally figures out what is about to happen and he opens his mouth to protest, Mizuki's finger over his lips silences him.
"Now, obviously that means you want a kiss, doesn't it?" he smirks, and without further ado places his mouth against Yuuta's.
Softly, yet persistently, his lips coax the younger boy to respond. He lets his tongue slide along the bottom lip of the boy, teasing a reaction out of him by gently nipping and tugging at his lips, and when Yuuta finally opens his mouth he deepens the kiss by slipping his tongue inside the other's mouth. The kiss is by no means sloppy, because nothing Mizuki does can be called sloppy, but there is a certain recklessness in it that suggests Yuuta is not the only drunk one sharing the kiss. There is hunger in the kiss, yearning and need, and the gentleness has long since turned into a rough, almost bruising touch.
As they finally break the contact, both boys are panting heavily. Head swimming with confused thoughts, Yuuta stares at Mizuki's smirking lips, when he suddenly feels something tugging at the waistband of his pants. As he looks down at his lap, he sees Mizuki's hand fumbling to unbutton his pants, but before he can give any reaction the older boy leans in and kisses him again. Yuuta feels the zipper being pulled down, and then a warm hand gripping his erection through the thin cotton of his boxers. He gasps against Mizuki's lips of as he feels him stroking the length of his cock.
"I see you're not going to settle just for a kiss," he feels more than hears Mizuki chuckle against his lips. The hand on his crotch and the passionate mouth over his are distracting him, and the part of him that keeps screaming how this should not be happening is lost in a wave of ecstasy.
He does not realize that Mizuki's mouth has left his until he hears his own whimpering, the voice of it sounding alien to his ears. He already misses the feel of Mizuki's lips, and is just about to ask for more when something warm and moist encircles his hard-on. He sucks in his breath, all muscles tensing, and he is almost certain that he would come right then and there, so intense is the sensation. But reading the younger boys reactions correctly, Mizuki slows down the pace and teasingly lets his tongue play on the other's arousal, licking and sucking, his tongue swirling around the swollen head of the erection.
Gasping at the flood of feelings flowing through his body, Yuuta buries his fingers on Mizuki's shoulder and instinctively arches his hips. He feels his cock being swallowed up by the warm mouth, the hands stroking the base firmly. The tongue gliding along his shaft, the heat of the sucking mouth, the fingers caressing his length; every sensation stronger than the one before it, driving him closer and closer to the edge.
And in one perfect moment of ecstasy, he reaches his limit and climaxes.
When he opens eyes, he sees Mizuki standing up and straightening his clothes, fingers combing through the ruffled hair. When he sees Yuuta looking, he licks his lips and lowers his face for one last kiss. The salty after-taste makes him shiver with strange anticipation.
"Merry Christmas, Yuuta-kun," he grins before walking away.
His head a mess of broken thoughts, Yuuta can only stare at the now closed door. Something dark flutters past his eyes and lands on the bare skin of his crotch. He picks it up absently, but feeling the plastic under his fingers piques his curiosity and he brings the piece closer to his eyes.
He should have known it would not really be mistletoe.
//end.
Hope you liked it. I'm not too good at writing smut, but I need to practise, so.. ^^;
I so wanted to name this "On The First Day Of Christmas My True Love Gave To Me A Blowjob At A Christmas Party", but that would've spoiled a bit too much. Plus it's ridiculously long for a title. >__>
Crossposted at tenipuri_yaoi. Comments are welcome.
Nevertheless, I got this lovely and smutty yummi goodness from her for Christmas. *cuddles*
Title: Underneath the Mistletoe
Author: pteek
Pairing: Mizuki/Yuuta
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Down-and-dirty smut. At least tries to be.
A/N: Christmas gift for ranilos, written as a thank-you for putting up with my craziness over the year.
Underneath the Mistletoe
He lets his head fall back against the couch, his eyes sliding almost shut. The red Christmas lights hung by the window make the room glow eerily, more hauntingly than cheerily as they are no doubt meant to. Everything around him seems to be swaying, moving either too slow or too fast, but definitely not at their normal pace, and Yuuta realizes yet again that he should never trust Yanagisawa's punch because obviously it will always be spiked.
This is not the first time he is drunk, nor the second, but it is still few enough time that he feels completely overwhelmed by the effects of alcohol. The sounds of the party are faint through the buzzing in his head, and he wonders when things got so out of hand, and when exactly did Mizuki come into the room, as he is now standing right beside him. Leaning towards him, fingers reaching somewhere over Yuuta's head, he lets out a soft chuckle.
"So carelessly sitting under such a thing, Yuuta-kun..."
Yuuta's head snaps back to see what the other is talking about, and when the world stops swirling his eyes focus on a greenish red ornament hanging on the wall right above him. One thought collides with another, but when his addled brain finally figures out what is about to happen and he opens his mouth to protest, Mizuki's finger over his lips silences him.
"Now, obviously that means you want a kiss, doesn't it?" he smirks, and without further ado places his mouth against Yuuta's.
Softly, yet persistently, his lips coax the younger boy to respond. He lets his tongue slide along the bottom lip of the boy, teasing a reaction out of him by gently nipping and tugging at his lips, and when Yuuta finally opens his mouth he deepens the kiss by slipping his tongue inside the other's mouth. The kiss is by no means sloppy, because nothing Mizuki does can be called sloppy, but there is a certain recklessness in it that suggests Yuuta is not the only drunk one sharing the kiss. There is hunger in the kiss, yearning and need, and the gentleness has long since turned into a rough, almost bruising touch.
As they finally break the contact, both boys are panting heavily. Head swimming with confused thoughts, Yuuta stares at Mizuki's smirking lips, when he suddenly feels something tugging at the waistband of his pants. As he looks down at his lap, he sees Mizuki's hand fumbling to unbutton his pants, but before he can give any reaction the older boy leans in and kisses him again. Yuuta feels the zipper being pulled down, and then a warm hand gripping his erection through the thin cotton of his boxers. He gasps against Mizuki's lips of as he feels him stroking the length of his cock.
"I see you're not going to settle just for a kiss," he feels more than hears Mizuki chuckle against his lips. The hand on his crotch and the passionate mouth over his are distracting him, and the part of him that keeps screaming how this should not be happening is lost in a wave of ecstasy.
He does not realize that Mizuki's mouth has left his until he hears his own whimpering, the voice of it sounding alien to his ears. He already misses the feel of Mizuki's lips, and is just about to ask for more when something warm and moist encircles his hard-on. He sucks in his breath, all muscles tensing, and he is almost certain that he would come right then and there, so intense is the sensation. But reading the younger boys reactions correctly, Mizuki slows down the pace and teasingly lets his tongue play on the other's arousal, licking and sucking, his tongue swirling around the swollen head of the erection.
Gasping at the flood of feelings flowing through his body, Yuuta buries his fingers on Mizuki's shoulder and instinctively arches his hips. He feels his cock being swallowed up by the warm mouth, the hands stroking the base firmly. The tongue gliding along his shaft, the heat of the sucking mouth, the fingers caressing his length; every sensation stronger than the one before it, driving him closer and closer to the edge.
And in one perfect moment of ecstasy, he reaches his limit and climaxes.
When he opens eyes, he sees Mizuki standing up and straightening his clothes, fingers combing through the ruffled hair. When he sees Yuuta looking, he licks his lips and lowers his face for one last kiss. The salty after-taste makes him shiver with strange anticipation.
"Merry Christmas, Yuuta-kun," he grins before walking away.
His head a mess of broken thoughts, Yuuta can only stare at the now closed door. Something dark flutters past his eyes and lands on the bare skin of his crotch. He picks it up absently, but feeling the plastic under his fingers piques his curiosity and he brings the piece closer to his eyes.
He should have known it would not really be mistletoe.
//end.
Hope you liked it. I'm not too good at writing smut, but I need to practise, so.. ^^;
I so wanted to name this "On The First Day Of Christmas My True Love Gave To Me A Blowjob At A Christmas Party", but that would've spoiled a bit too much. Plus it's ridiculously long for a title. >__>
Crossposted at tenipuri_yaoi. Comments are welcome.