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Title: Addicted
Author: asario
Fandom: Katekyo Hitman Reborn!
Pairing: Superbi Squalo/Dino Cavallone
Rating: NC-17/M
Prompt: 008. Shower Sex
Word Count: 1,476 words
AN/Disclaimer: Characters are the property of Amano Akira. Dedicated to cross_chord , who is the Dino to my Squalo and is the reason why I love this pairing.
Squalo sighed as the hot water from the showerhead beat over him, washing away the filth and the grime and the blood of his last job. As much as he liked being caked in it, proof of a job well done, he liked the feeling of getting clean, of standing in the hot water as everything was washed down the drain. He especially liked it when he was at Dino’s place. And the reason why was stepping into the bathroom.
Every time he was there after a job, they went through the same routine. Squalo would be allowed a few moments to get the worst of the blood and gore out, until his hair was a faint pink instead of a deep, deadly crimson. Then Dino would walk in, oddly silent. His eyes would rake over Squalo’s nude body, visible through the clear glass that separated the shower from the rest of the bathroom. It made Squalo shiver, the heat in those eyes, a heat that was only his now, and it made his already half hard cock twitch. And then, with one final look at Squalo, he stepped further into the bathroom, and it was Squalo’s turn for his eyes to have a feast.
He would strip slowly, so slowly, watching Squalo as he pulled up his shirt. Squalo’s eyes always followed the movement of the shirt, tracing over beautifully tan skin, hard, taut muscles, brightly colored ink that followed the curves of his hip and along his side and down into his pants. As that shirt was pulled over his head, Squalo’s hand always strayed down to his erection, wrapping around it and teasing himself with light strokes. His groan would meld with Dino’s as he saw what Squalo was doing. His pants would be the next thing to go, his hands fumbling with the button and zipper (though not as bad as it would have been had his men not been around). They slid down his hips slowly and Squalo could see his cock tenting his boxers, peeking out slightly from the slit in the front. Just that alone was enough to make Squalo fully hard had he not been stroking himself, the thought of Dino wanting him always sending a lance of arousal to his gut.
When Dino’s boxers had finally been shed and his entire body was revealed, he stepped into the shower, joining Squalo. He always took Squalo’s hands from his cock, ignoring Squalo’s whine as he laced their fingers together. Then he would lean in and kiss him, so slowly and softly that Squalo would growl. He was the one who deepened the kiss, made it rougher and harder, biting at Dino’s bottom lip, sucking on it. He was always triumphant at the groan Dino would give. It would be low and guttural, close to a growl, and Squalo couldn’t help but to draw it out again. He wrapped his hand around Dino’s length, giving a slow, teasing stroke that would cause Dino to toss his head back. He allowed this for a few moments, his hips moving into Squalo’s hand as he squeezed and stroked him.
Then he would take Squalo’s hands and pull them from him. As he leaned in to give him a slow, searching kiss, his tongue exploring every inch of Squalo’s mouth, Dino laced their fingers together, pushing him against the wall of the shower. Squalo’s hips bucked, trying to rub against him, but Dino always kept his body away from Squalo’s, torturing him. The whines and whimpers that Squalo gave echoed in the room as he begged wordlessly for Dino to touch him. When he pulled back, he ignored the look that Squalo would give as he grabbed the shampoo. He would wash Squalo’s hair, making sure that the rest of the blood was out. Squalo was always torn during this part. He loved Dino’s hands in his hair, it made him purr, but he wanted them elsewhere on his body. However, he allowed Dino his indulgence, knowing he did it to make their time in the shower last longer.
After he finished his hair, he would move on to wash Squalo’s body. The washcloth would pass over his skin and it was such a tease. Squalo couldn’t hold back the moans when it moved over his skin, tracing muscles and scars alike. Each spot was so sensitive, made him arch in to the touch and pant, made his cock harder than he ever could have imagined. He didn’t last long like that though. Dino seemed to know when Squalo growled and flipped them around that he couldn’t take it anymore.
He was so complacent at that time, the washcloth falling to the ground as he tipped his head back for Squalo’s mouth. Squalo would attack the exposed flesh with nips and sucks, marking it as Dino groaned out his pleasure. His hands would search his body - trailing over muscles, tracing scars and battle wounds, caressing whirls and patterns of colorful tattoos, scratching over trembling flesh. It was as if Squalo couldn’t get enough of the noises made, or the feel of his skin against his hands and mouth.
And then Squalo would finally grab the lube from the shelf in the shower, the lube that Dino had there for occasions like this. He would coat his fingers and take his time, no matter just how turned on he would be. He would slide a finger into Dino slowly, oh so slowly, spending only a moment or two before sliding a second in. Then he would search for Dino’s prostate, only pausing when Dino cried out Squalo’s name, pushing against his fingers. He smirked and scissored his fingers to stretch him before rubbing his prostate. The sounds that Dino made…they made him shiver in anticipation, made him thrust his fingers harder and pull more of those wonderful noises from him.
The only time he stopped was when Dino whined, pleading without words for Squalo to fuck him. That was when Squalo would pull his fingers out and coat his cock with lube. He would press his body up against Dino’s, smirking when the other brought a leg up to rest against it. Finally, after all the teasing and waiting, Squalo would be far too impatient to take it slow. He would slam into Dino, listening to the pleasured scream that tore its way out of his throat. He didn’t so much as paused before he began to pound away at the other, his teeth scraping along his throat. Dino’s arms would always come up around him, his nails digging into his back. It would be little bits of pain that enhanced the pleasure that he was feeling, the feeling of his cock being drawn into Dino with each thrust, the tightening of the channel each time his hips were angled just right and he struck his prostate.
All of it was overwhelming. Their moans would echo in the large bathroom, the slap of skin on skin, their breaths mingling as Squalo finally brought his mouth to Dino’s and they shared open mouthed kisses. At some point, when he was close to that edge, when Squalo could feel Dino’s body tensing against his and those dull nails scratched down his back, Dino would always begin to chant his name. At first, it would be a whisper, as if he couldn’t find his voice, but then it would raise in volume. When Squalo wrapped his hand around his twitching cock, his thumb smearing the precum at the tip, Dino would scream his name. He would keep screaming as Squalo stroked his cock with his thrusts, and each scream sent a shiver down Squalo’s spine.
When he finally arched against him, Dino’s body as taut as his whip wrapped around a target’s neck, when he finally shivered and came, his voice would be hoarse from shouting. But Squalo had no time to smirk at his reaction. His body would be screaming for release and the way that Dino tightened around him, it would toss him just over the edge. He would be lucky if he lasted one final thrust, making sure he was deep in Dino before he came hard with a shout.
The water would be getting cold as the two panted together, sharing soft kisses with one another. It wasn’t until they were calmed down, when they’re bodies stopped trembling and their heart beats were normal that Squalo realized that, besides each other’s’ names, they didn’t say a single word. They would probably talk to excess in the bedroom as they touched each other, laugh and share stories of the time they were apart. But for now, in this steamy bathroom where it was just them, it was okay for them to be quiet. They didn’t need words to know just how they felt.
Author: asario
Fandom: Katekyo Hitman Reborn!
Pairing: Superbi Squalo/Dino Cavallone
Rating: NC-17/M
Prompt: 008. Shower Sex
Word Count: 1,476 words
AN/Disclaimer: Characters are the property of Amano Akira. Dedicated to cross_chord , who is the Dino to my Squalo and is the reason why I love this pairing.
Squalo sighed as the hot water from the showerhead beat over him, washing away the filth and the grime and the blood of his last job. As much as he liked being caked in it, proof of a job well done, he liked the feeling of getting clean, of standing in the hot water as everything was washed down the drain. He especially liked it when he was at Dino’s place. And the reason why was stepping into the bathroom.
Every time he was there after a job, they went through the same routine. Squalo would be allowed a few moments to get the worst of the blood and gore out, until his hair was a faint pink instead of a deep, deadly crimson. Then Dino would walk in, oddly silent. His eyes would rake over Squalo’s nude body, visible through the clear glass that separated the shower from the rest of the bathroom. It made Squalo shiver, the heat in those eyes, a heat that was only his now, and it made his already half hard cock twitch. And then, with one final look at Squalo, he stepped further into the bathroom, and it was Squalo’s turn for his eyes to have a feast.
He would strip slowly, so slowly, watching Squalo as he pulled up his shirt. Squalo’s eyes always followed the movement of the shirt, tracing over beautifully tan skin, hard, taut muscles, brightly colored ink that followed the curves of his hip and along his side and down into his pants. As that shirt was pulled over his head, Squalo’s hand always strayed down to his erection, wrapping around it and teasing himself with light strokes. His groan would meld with Dino’s as he saw what Squalo was doing. His pants would be the next thing to go, his hands fumbling with the button and zipper (though not as bad as it would have been had his men not been around). They slid down his hips slowly and Squalo could see his cock tenting his boxers, peeking out slightly from the slit in the front. Just that alone was enough to make Squalo fully hard had he not been stroking himself, the thought of Dino wanting him always sending a lance of arousal to his gut.
When Dino’s boxers had finally been shed and his entire body was revealed, he stepped into the shower, joining Squalo. He always took Squalo’s hands from his cock, ignoring Squalo’s whine as he laced their fingers together. Then he would lean in and kiss him, so slowly and softly that Squalo would growl. He was the one who deepened the kiss, made it rougher and harder, biting at Dino’s bottom lip, sucking on it. He was always triumphant at the groan Dino would give. It would be low and guttural, close to a growl, and Squalo couldn’t help but to draw it out again. He wrapped his hand around Dino’s length, giving a slow, teasing stroke that would cause Dino to toss his head back. He allowed this for a few moments, his hips moving into Squalo’s hand as he squeezed and stroked him.
Then he would take Squalo’s hands and pull them from him. As he leaned in to give him a slow, searching kiss, his tongue exploring every inch of Squalo’s mouth, Dino laced their fingers together, pushing him against the wall of the shower. Squalo’s hips bucked, trying to rub against him, but Dino always kept his body away from Squalo’s, torturing him. The whines and whimpers that Squalo gave echoed in the room as he begged wordlessly for Dino to touch him. When he pulled back, he ignored the look that Squalo would give as he grabbed the shampoo. He would wash Squalo’s hair, making sure that the rest of the blood was out. Squalo was always torn during this part. He loved Dino’s hands in his hair, it made him purr, but he wanted them elsewhere on his body. However, he allowed Dino his indulgence, knowing he did it to make their time in the shower last longer.
After he finished his hair, he would move on to wash Squalo’s body. The washcloth would pass over his skin and it was such a tease. Squalo couldn’t hold back the moans when it moved over his skin, tracing muscles and scars alike. Each spot was so sensitive, made him arch in to the touch and pant, made his cock harder than he ever could have imagined. He didn’t last long like that though. Dino seemed to know when Squalo growled and flipped them around that he couldn’t take it anymore.
He was so complacent at that time, the washcloth falling to the ground as he tipped his head back for Squalo’s mouth. Squalo would attack the exposed flesh with nips and sucks, marking it as Dino groaned out his pleasure. His hands would search his body - trailing over muscles, tracing scars and battle wounds, caressing whirls and patterns of colorful tattoos, scratching over trembling flesh. It was as if Squalo couldn’t get enough of the noises made, or the feel of his skin against his hands and mouth.
And then Squalo would finally grab the lube from the shelf in the shower, the lube that Dino had there for occasions like this. He would coat his fingers and take his time, no matter just how turned on he would be. He would slide a finger into Dino slowly, oh so slowly, spending only a moment or two before sliding a second in. Then he would search for Dino’s prostate, only pausing when Dino cried out Squalo’s name, pushing against his fingers. He smirked and scissored his fingers to stretch him before rubbing his prostate. The sounds that Dino made…they made him shiver in anticipation, made him thrust his fingers harder and pull more of those wonderful noises from him.
The only time he stopped was when Dino whined, pleading without words for Squalo to fuck him. That was when Squalo would pull his fingers out and coat his cock with lube. He would press his body up against Dino’s, smirking when the other brought a leg up to rest against it. Finally, after all the teasing and waiting, Squalo would be far too impatient to take it slow. He would slam into Dino, listening to the pleasured scream that tore its way out of his throat. He didn’t so much as paused before he began to pound away at the other, his teeth scraping along his throat. Dino’s arms would always come up around him, his nails digging into his back. It would be little bits of pain that enhanced the pleasure that he was feeling, the feeling of his cock being drawn into Dino with each thrust, the tightening of the channel each time his hips were angled just right and he struck his prostate.
All of it was overwhelming. Their moans would echo in the large bathroom, the slap of skin on skin, their breaths mingling as Squalo finally brought his mouth to Dino’s and they shared open mouthed kisses. At some point, when he was close to that edge, when Squalo could feel Dino’s body tensing against his and those dull nails scratched down his back, Dino would always begin to chant his name. At first, it would be a whisper, as if he couldn’t find his voice, but then it would raise in volume. When Squalo wrapped his hand around his twitching cock, his thumb smearing the precum at the tip, Dino would scream his name. He would keep screaming as Squalo stroked his cock with his thrusts, and each scream sent a shiver down Squalo’s spine.
When he finally arched against him, Dino’s body as taut as his whip wrapped around a target’s neck, when he finally shivered and came, his voice would be hoarse from shouting. But Squalo had no time to smirk at his reaction. His body would be screaming for release and the way that Dino tightened around him, it would toss him just over the edge. He would be lucky if he lasted one final thrust, making sure he was deep in Dino before he came hard with a shout.
The water would be getting cold as the two panted together, sharing soft kisses with one another. It wasn’t until they were calmed down, when they’re bodies stopped trembling and their heart beats were normal that Squalo realized that, besides each other’s’ names, they didn’t say a single word. They would probably talk to excess in the bedroom as they touched each other, laugh and share stories of the time they were apart. But for now, in this steamy bathroom where it was just them, it was okay for them to be quiet. They didn’t need words to know just how they felt.