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Title: Love Song
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Squalo's mouth. Oh, and smut.
Characters/Pairing: Squalo/Dino
Word count: 1, 838 words
Summary: It's better not to know everything about your lover.
Notes: Written forkhrfest and the prompt was Dino/Squalo - songs; Squalo can sing, and his singing voice is way better than his normal speech.
When Dino woke up, the bed was empty and starting to cold. He sat up, rubbing his bed tousled hair, yawning as he looked around the room with sleep blurred eyes. He couldn’t see his bed partner and he would have thought he had left if he didn’t see the clothes that they had tossed off in haste the night before still littering the floor (and the nightstand and the chair and the dresser and on the ceiling fan up above - he still doesn’t know how they accomplished that one). Between that and the sound of the shower, it was obvious that the other had chosen to get up before him (which was unusual - when they were together his partner said it was a break from “stupid fucking bosses who don’t appreciate the shit I do,” as he had said numerous times) and Dino was tempted to just lay back down to sleep.
Until he heard the faint sounds of a tenor voice coming from the direction of the bathroom. The voice was a little rough as it sang some song, the words lost in the sound of the water. It caused Dino to blink a little in confusion, especially since it didn’t really sound like the man that he had spent the night with. It was too…good.
After a moment he stood and walked to the bathroom, bare feet padding over the carpeted floor. He glanced into the room, his eyes on the steamy shower and the tall figure of his lover. He couldn’t help the way his eyes raked over him as he stood against the doorjamb. He watched him as he swayed to the tune of the song he was singing, the long hair that was covering his backside swaying with him and giving Dino tantalizing glimpses of pale skin. The song was something American, a song neither of them would listen to, but, as he closed his eyes to just listen for a moment, it was pretty coming from his mouth. The rise and fall of the notes were almost perfect, never going flat (which was another thing that surprised him since he was sure that the other had no formal training - he had never heard of him having it in all the time that he had known him [which was longer than he wanted to admit]), and it was hard to believe how much better his singing was than his actual speaking voice (which was one of those odd things he loved about him, no matter how loud he could be).
He stood there another moment, just listening as his partner rinsed his long hair of whatever he had put in it before he walked over and climbed into the shower. The song stopped abruptly as he wrapped his arms around his waist, pressing the front of his body against the back of the man in his arms and dropping a kiss to his shoulder. When the other leaned back to rest his head on his shoulder, his head tipped back to expose the elegant arch of his neck (something he would never do if he wasn’t half asleep or in the throes of ecstasy), he ran his tongue along a trail of water. He listened to the content sigh that came from him, enjoying this odd quiet before the storm.
“Took you long enough to get your ass in here,” his lover said, his voice roughed from constant yelling, and Dino laughed against his neck.
“Good morning to you too,” he replied as he nuzzled his neck. “I didn’t think you could sing, Squalo.” He just glanced at him before rolling his eyes.
“I guess you learn new things every day.” The fact that he didn’t yell at him or swear at him indicated that he was in a rare mood, one that Dino was planning to take advantage of in the near future. As he chuckled softly at him, his hands slid over Squalo’s stomach, causing him to arch into the touch and a deep purr to build in his chest.
“I’ve been learning new things about you since we were kids.” He paused to nip lightly at the pulse point in his neck. “Like how you like American pop songs.” Squalo growled a little, though that changed into a low, rumbling moan as Dino’s hands wandered along his body. As one splayed over his thigh and was dragged upwards, Dino’s nails scratching lightly at the skin, the other slipped up to his chest, his thumb brushing over a nipple lightly.
“I don’t fucking like stupid pop songs.” There was a slight pause, only able to get a groan out when Dino’s fingers made their way to the base of his cock. He circled them around the area, his fingers brushing along the skin lightly and Squalo’s hips jerked, already half hard from all of Dino’s attention and steadily growing harder. “It was something Lussuria was playing yesterday that got caught in my head and I can’t fucking get it out. Now, will you stop talking and do something already?” Dino chuckled again, his lips going to his ear. They brushed along Squalo’s earlobe lightly and his head tipped to the side to give him more room.
“You mean like this?” He grasped him in his hand, his fingers tight around his erection, and gave him a smooth, slow stroke. As Squalo thrust into the tight circle of his hand, he groaned, one of his hands (the real one, thank God - Dino remembered the time that fake hand gripped his hair and very nearly pulled it out) going back to bury in Dino’s hair.
“Yes…Just like that.”
“I wonder if I can make you sing.” Squalo looked like he was about to answer, something that probably would have been vile and crude, but Dino picked that moment to give him another stroke and all he could do was moan helplessly. While Dino continued to slide his hand along the length of him, the motions smooth and easy, pulling all sorts of sounds from Squalo - gasps, groans, and moans, each of varying length and volume - he reached for the lube that he kept in the shower (he had learned after the first time with Squalo in the shower that he enjoyed having sex anywhere there was water, and he knew better than to be unprepared for it). Since one of his hands was occupied, he popped open the lube with his teeth before running into another problem. “Squalo?”
“What?” The word was growled out as he thrust into Dino’s hand, trying to get some release. Dino held the lube in front of his face, causing Squalo to blink.
“Could you pour some in my hand? I can’t do that right now.” Squalo gave a long suffering sigh and grabbed the lube from him.
“You’d be fucking lost without me.” He poured some in Dino’s hand as he gave a slight laugh. He nuzzled the skin behind Squalo’s ear before scraping his teeth over it lightly. He rubbed his fingers together to warm the liquid before reaching down to tease Squalo’s entrance. The gasp that he gave was worth the trouble before he slid the finger inside of him slowly, causing Squalo to mewl softly.
“Yeah, I probably would be.” Squalo didn’t respond beyond a loud, drawn out moan, jerking into the finger inside of him and the hand still moving over his cock. Dino decided that there had been enough talk as he prepped Squalo, quickly adding a second and third finger into the mix to stretch him, each sound and reaction Squalo causing his dick to throb almost painfully. It isn’t long before he pulled his fingers out and nudged Squalo (who had whimpered, actually whimpered, when he had pulled his fingers out), wanting him to pour more lube in his hand. Squalo quickly got the idea, pouring it into his hand before dropping it on the ground as he bent over a little and rested his hands on the wet shower wall.
While Squalo positioned himself, Dino coated himself, hissing softly as he smeared the lube over himself. Then he pulled his hand off of Squalo’s cock, earning an annoyed growl from Squalo as he gripped one of his hips in one hand. His other guided his erection to his entrance and he pushed inside of him slowly. He bit his lip as the head pushed past the tight ring of muscle before he gripped Squalo’s other hip and slammed into him. Squalo screamed, not prepared for the force of the thrust, and moved back into him. Dino didn’t even wait for Squalo to adjust, a rarity for him and a sign that he was more turned on than he thought, and began to thrust into him, the pace quick and rough, each thrust deep and sure. It made Dino to groan and grunt, the first with pleasure, the second with effort.
Squalo didn’t seem to mind though, if the sounds he was making were any indication. He moaned and mewled, groaned and gasped with every deep thrust inside of him. And when Dino hit that one spot inside of him perfectly, he shouted, his hands slipping down the wet tile as he tried to get a grip on it. It was driving him crazy as Dino drove into him, so unlike Dino’s easy, almost laid back seduction and fucking. Squalo pushed back into every thrust and he could feel his orgasm just out of reach, the knots in his stomach getting tighter and tighter with each thrust. Unable to take it anymore, he reached down and gripped his cock in his hand, stroking furiously. He was so close.
Dino’s relentless pace never stopped. In fact, as he felt Squalo tighten around him with each thrust, he moved quicker, harder inside of him. He was just so hot and tight and perfect around him. When Squalo shouted his name, spilling into his own hand and against the tile, Dino finally gave up. He had been holding on by the skin of his teeth, not wanting to come too soon, but that was the final straw. He thrust into Squalo once, twice, thrice, each thrust deep and causing Squalo to whimper and whine as it drew out his orgasm before he gripped his hips tight enough to bruise and stilled. He cried out, his body tense and taut as he came inside of Squalo, his tight channel milking him of everything he had.
When they were both finished, they slumped against the shower wall, panting and shuddering a bit from the intensity of it all. Dino finally brushed his lips against Squalo’s neck, relaxing a bit.
“Hey, it looks like I got you to sing again.” Squalo gave him a look over his shoulder and elbowed him in the stomach, causing Dino to laugh and grunt a bit. Sometimes, Dino was glad that he still didn’t know everything about Squalo yet, especially when learning something new got him something like this.
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Squalo's mouth. Oh, and smut.
Characters/Pairing: Squalo/Dino
Word count: 1, 838 words
Summary: It's better not to know everything about your lover.
Notes: Written forkhrfest and the prompt was Dino/Squalo - songs; Squalo can sing, and his singing voice is way better than his normal speech.
When Dino woke up, the bed was empty and starting to cold. He sat up, rubbing his bed tousled hair, yawning as he looked around the room with sleep blurred eyes. He couldn’t see his bed partner and he would have thought he had left if he didn’t see the clothes that they had tossed off in haste the night before still littering the floor (and the nightstand and the chair and the dresser and on the ceiling fan up above - he still doesn’t know how they accomplished that one). Between that and the sound of the shower, it was obvious that the other had chosen to get up before him (which was unusual - when they were together his partner said it was a break from “stupid fucking bosses who don’t appreciate the shit I do,” as he had said numerous times) and Dino was tempted to just lay back down to sleep.
Until he heard the faint sounds of a tenor voice coming from the direction of the bathroom. The voice was a little rough as it sang some song, the words lost in the sound of the water. It caused Dino to blink a little in confusion, especially since it didn’t really sound like the man that he had spent the night with. It was too…good.
After a moment he stood and walked to the bathroom, bare feet padding over the carpeted floor. He glanced into the room, his eyes on the steamy shower and the tall figure of his lover. He couldn’t help the way his eyes raked over him as he stood against the doorjamb. He watched him as he swayed to the tune of the song he was singing, the long hair that was covering his backside swaying with him and giving Dino tantalizing glimpses of pale skin. The song was something American, a song neither of them would listen to, but, as he closed his eyes to just listen for a moment, it was pretty coming from his mouth. The rise and fall of the notes were almost perfect, never going flat (which was another thing that surprised him since he was sure that the other had no formal training - he had never heard of him having it in all the time that he had known him [which was longer than he wanted to admit]), and it was hard to believe how much better his singing was than his actual speaking voice (which was one of those odd things he loved about him, no matter how loud he could be).
He stood there another moment, just listening as his partner rinsed his long hair of whatever he had put in it before he walked over and climbed into the shower. The song stopped abruptly as he wrapped his arms around his waist, pressing the front of his body against the back of the man in his arms and dropping a kiss to his shoulder. When the other leaned back to rest his head on his shoulder, his head tipped back to expose the elegant arch of his neck (something he would never do if he wasn’t half asleep or in the throes of ecstasy), he ran his tongue along a trail of water. He listened to the content sigh that came from him, enjoying this odd quiet before the storm.
“Took you long enough to get your ass in here,” his lover said, his voice roughed from constant yelling, and Dino laughed against his neck.
“Good morning to you too,” he replied as he nuzzled his neck. “I didn’t think you could sing, Squalo.” He just glanced at him before rolling his eyes.
“I guess you learn new things every day.” The fact that he didn’t yell at him or swear at him indicated that he was in a rare mood, one that Dino was planning to take advantage of in the near future. As he chuckled softly at him, his hands slid over Squalo’s stomach, causing him to arch into the touch and a deep purr to build in his chest.
“I’ve been learning new things about you since we were kids.” He paused to nip lightly at the pulse point in his neck. “Like how you like American pop songs.” Squalo growled a little, though that changed into a low, rumbling moan as Dino’s hands wandered along his body. As one splayed over his thigh and was dragged upwards, Dino’s nails scratching lightly at the skin, the other slipped up to his chest, his thumb brushing over a nipple lightly.
“I don’t fucking like stupid pop songs.” There was a slight pause, only able to get a groan out when Dino’s fingers made their way to the base of his cock. He circled them around the area, his fingers brushing along the skin lightly and Squalo’s hips jerked, already half hard from all of Dino’s attention and steadily growing harder. “It was something Lussuria was playing yesterday that got caught in my head and I can’t fucking get it out. Now, will you stop talking and do something already?” Dino chuckled again, his lips going to his ear. They brushed along Squalo’s earlobe lightly and his head tipped to the side to give him more room.
“You mean like this?” He grasped him in his hand, his fingers tight around his erection, and gave him a smooth, slow stroke. As Squalo thrust into the tight circle of his hand, he groaned, one of his hands (the real one, thank God - Dino remembered the time that fake hand gripped his hair and very nearly pulled it out) going back to bury in Dino’s hair.
“Yes…Just like that.”
“I wonder if I can make you sing.” Squalo looked like he was about to answer, something that probably would have been vile and crude, but Dino picked that moment to give him another stroke and all he could do was moan helplessly. While Dino continued to slide his hand along the length of him, the motions smooth and easy, pulling all sorts of sounds from Squalo - gasps, groans, and moans, each of varying length and volume - he reached for the lube that he kept in the shower (he had learned after the first time with Squalo in the shower that he enjoyed having sex anywhere there was water, and he knew better than to be unprepared for it). Since one of his hands was occupied, he popped open the lube with his teeth before running into another problem. “Squalo?”
“What?” The word was growled out as he thrust into Dino’s hand, trying to get some release. Dino held the lube in front of his face, causing Squalo to blink.
“Could you pour some in my hand? I can’t do that right now.” Squalo gave a long suffering sigh and grabbed the lube from him.
“You’d be fucking lost without me.” He poured some in Dino’s hand as he gave a slight laugh. He nuzzled the skin behind Squalo’s ear before scraping his teeth over it lightly. He rubbed his fingers together to warm the liquid before reaching down to tease Squalo’s entrance. The gasp that he gave was worth the trouble before he slid the finger inside of him slowly, causing Squalo to mewl softly.
“Yeah, I probably would be.” Squalo didn’t respond beyond a loud, drawn out moan, jerking into the finger inside of him and the hand still moving over his cock. Dino decided that there had been enough talk as he prepped Squalo, quickly adding a second and third finger into the mix to stretch him, each sound and reaction Squalo causing his dick to throb almost painfully. It isn’t long before he pulled his fingers out and nudged Squalo (who had whimpered, actually whimpered, when he had pulled his fingers out), wanting him to pour more lube in his hand. Squalo quickly got the idea, pouring it into his hand before dropping it on the ground as he bent over a little and rested his hands on the wet shower wall.
While Squalo positioned himself, Dino coated himself, hissing softly as he smeared the lube over himself. Then he pulled his hand off of Squalo’s cock, earning an annoyed growl from Squalo as he gripped one of his hips in one hand. His other guided his erection to his entrance and he pushed inside of him slowly. He bit his lip as the head pushed past the tight ring of muscle before he gripped Squalo’s other hip and slammed into him. Squalo screamed, not prepared for the force of the thrust, and moved back into him. Dino didn’t even wait for Squalo to adjust, a rarity for him and a sign that he was more turned on than he thought, and began to thrust into him, the pace quick and rough, each thrust deep and sure. It made Dino to groan and grunt, the first with pleasure, the second with effort.
Squalo didn’t seem to mind though, if the sounds he was making were any indication. He moaned and mewled, groaned and gasped with every deep thrust inside of him. And when Dino hit that one spot inside of him perfectly, he shouted, his hands slipping down the wet tile as he tried to get a grip on it. It was driving him crazy as Dino drove into him, so unlike Dino’s easy, almost laid back seduction and fucking. Squalo pushed back into every thrust and he could feel his orgasm just out of reach, the knots in his stomach getting tighter and tighter with each thrust. Unable to take it anymore, he reached down and gripped his cock in his hand, stroking furiously. He was so close.
Dino’s relentless pace never stopped. In fact, as he felt Squalo tighten around him with each thrust, he moved quicker, harder inside of him. He was just so hot and tight and perfect around him. When Squalo shouted his name, spilling into his own hand and against the tile, Dino finally gave up. He had been holding on by the skin of his teeth, not wanting to come too soon, but that was the final straw. He thrust into Squalo once, twice, thrice, each thrust deep and causing Squalo to whimper and whine as it drew out his orgasm before he gripped his hips tight enough to bruise and stilled. He cried out, his body tense and taut as he came inside of Squalo, his tight channel milking him of everything he had.
When they were both finished, they slumped against the shower wall, panting and shuddering a bit from the intensity of it all. Dino finally brushed his lips against Squalo’s neck, relaxing a bit.
“Hey, it looks like I got you to sing again.” Squalo gave him a look over his shoulder and elbowed him in the stomach, causing Dino to laugh and grunt a bit. Sometimes, Dino was glad that he still didn’t know everything about Squalo yet, especially when learning something new got him something like this.