Territory - Hiroto/Tora [oneshot]
Title: Territory
Author: beyondtheremix
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Tora/Hiroto/Tora
Band[s]: Alice Nine
Warning/Disclaimer: PWP, some crack
Comment: Ummm, this is a present or something for maohi. Hiroto is srs bzns yo lol.
Territory
Each harsh breath was forced out from deep in his throat, guttural moans that rumbled and vibrated in his chest. Clenching his hands into fists and tipping his head back, Tora tried to convince himself this didn't feel as good as it sounded - even as his eyes lost focus on the ceiling and an embarrassing whine sneaked past his lips. Sound good it did.
Shuddery breathes filled the short distance between them. Soft exhales multiplied with each push forward. Sharp inhales followed every drag of heated flesh back out. Digging his heels into the sheets, Tora tried to ignore how arousing it was to be filled, but his body betrayed him, stomach tightening and muscles rippling. A definite smirk played across Hiroto's lips and he tried to ignore that too. Tried everything in his power to concentrate only on lasting long enough to switch positions and shoot his load up Hiroto's ass.
But the moment refused to come. Instead the younger pulled out, slick hot length sliding against Tora's thigh before demanding hands urged him off his back and onto his knees. Flushing at what he knew this looked like, Tora turned around and gripped the headboard, refusing to be any closer to being on his hands and knees than he had to. Either way he still had to bite his bottom lip and stop whatever sounds wanted to come out when warm, calloused hands steadied his hips and pulled them back an inch. Tora would be hard pressed to admit how surprisingly good it felt being bent and pushed into position.
Licking his lips, Hiroto kept one hand on Tora's waist and used the other to guide his length back to Tora's entrance. He pressed in torturously slow, unhurried in his search for orgasm while Tora had to grit his teeth to keep from pushing back for more, to show the other how much he wanted it. He liked bottoming well enough, just didn't want it to become a too too regular thing. Tora had a love-hate relationship with the loss of control and it irked him.
He would rather Hiroto lay back on the bed and let him do the riding if it was going to be like this; at least then he could set his own pace. Even Hiroto had to admit Tora could be just as frighteningly demanding and predatory, cock up his ass and riding him. It probably had to do with the weight of paler thighs overlapping his, the strong arms on either side of his face that made it seem like Tora was the one doing the fucking. Snorting - because it was kind of hilarious to think about when he wasn't so caught up in the moment, the sharp undulations of Tora's hips - Hiroto draped his body over as much of Tora's back as he could reach, leaning all his weight into the reluctantly pliant form beneath him and sneaking his arms around the other's waist.
Where the younger man couldn't see him, Tora squeezed his eyes shut in pleasure. His lips parted in small gasps for breath as Hiroto began to stroke him in time with his thrusts, nips at the nape of his neck making him shudder while he fought to keep his sweaty palms curled around the headboard. This. Is so. Irritating.
As incredibly irritating as it was to have Hiroto humping his backside, Tora's knees nearly gave as the younger man shoved his hips forward and stopped moving altogether. Balls deep and completely surrounded by tight heat, he stopped moving.
I'm not going to say anything. I'm not going to say anything.
Tora practically growled as Hiroto's hands left his length, sliding instead to the skin of his lower belly and pressing. He really did buck then, letting out a choked groan as his prostate was suddenly, deliciously pressed snug against Hiroto's cock.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," he swore softly, panting as the younger began moving his hips in slow, teasing grinds. "Hiroto."
A dark chuckle sounded near his ear, but Tora was too distracted by his sudden need for more to care about how desperate he seemed. The warm chest at his back and hands brushing here and there taunted him. But then Hiroto was tsk-ing softly under his breath and Tora had to force himself to concentrate because now there was a hand back on him, sliding once, twice, three firm strokes and then nothing.
"Tora, Tora, Tora," a deep, husky voice chastised, "Getting your own sheets all dirty." Hiroto emphasized his words with a small laugh and another flick of his wrist. Tora wanted to slap him as much as he wanted to push back and groan. Hanging his head between his shoulders, he looked down and cursed at the precum dripping from the tip of his aching arousal and onto his sheets. They should have fucking done this at Hiroto's place. Why the fuck was he letting someone top him on his own goddamn bed? Fuck.
Attempting to sigh but failing when his breath simply got stuck in his throat, Tora consented himself to the slower pace Hiroto was setting, leaning his head down to rest on his leather headboard and arching into each touch. He briefly wondered if every time he climbed onto bed he'd be reminded of this moment. Though it wasn't necessarily a bad thing - Hiroto's hands running up and down his sides, stroking, touching and caressing made him feel cherished, loved. He just hoped he wouldn't be too tempted to always give in like this. It felt too dangerously good.
Lost in a haze of lust, mind halfheartedly warring with itself, and with Hiroto making the same sweet, keening noises he always made during sex, it was no wonder Tora didn't notice the door creaking open and someone entering the room. Hiroto himself was too caught up in his own enthusiastic thrustings to realize another body had jumped onto the bed.
It wasn't until the younger's hips flew forward with an indignant squawk that they realized anything was amidst. Tora collapsed back onto the bed with the combined force of the movement and the vivid bright spark of pleasure that shot abruptly through his body, breath coming in short pants as he came down shivering from the brief high.
"Your cat licked me!" Hiroto wailed, somehow trying to scramble closer, curl deeper into the sweaty body beneath him. Tora was too busy trying to steady his heartbeat to respond or comprehend anything more than the friction of the sheets and the cock still filling him. Hiroto, meanwhile, glared down at the grey feline sitting far too close to his bare ass for comfort. "Chicken," he barked in as stern a voice as he could manage, "OUT!" The oblivious cat simply leaned in and took another swipe at Hiroto's sweaty skin. "Tora!" He wailed again and shuddered at the rough tongue, flinching away like it burned.
"Fuck, Hiroto. Kick him off the bed or something, whatever. Just hurry the fuck up." It was as close to begging as Tora got.
Eyes narrowing, Hiroto gave Chicken a good push with his foot and he disappeared, jumping off the side of the bed with a thump. "Mood killer." Grunting, he turned all his attention back onto the culprit's owner, picking up the pace and fisting Tora's length in time to an erratic beat, suddenly ready to finish when only seconds ago he'd been set on dragging this out all night.
Tora didn't know what to think when Chicken jumped back onto his bed for a second time, prowling closer to sit at the head of the bed and purring loudly in hopes of being petted. Fuck, since when did Chicken start jumping onto his bed anyway? Groaning, Tora buried his face into a pillow and tried to ignore that too, muffling his whimpers when Hiroto got a little too rough. Whatever, he didn't care, he just wanted release. And with that Tora let go, let Hiroto drag him over the edge as he bit his own lip and held onto the pillows.
One hand carefully pressed into the small of Tora's shuddering back, not too much but enough for him to feel the burn as he was arched and stretched, Hiroto came soon after with a breathless moan. When he could finally think straight again, he looked and was met with the infuriating sight of that cat staring right back at him. Pulling out, Hiroto crawled right up Tora's heaving, thoroughly fucked backside, hands and knees sinking into the mattress on either side of the exhausted man so he could get right up in Chicken's face and snarl.
It was really more of a half hiss, half growl in Tora's opinion, but he laughed all the same when he looked up to find Chicken, ears folded back, eyes wide with fear as Hiroto made angry noises above his owner's head. "Stop terrorizing him," he chuckled as Chicken hightailed it out the room. Hiroto ignored him and attempted to take up chase but then Tora caught him around the waist and dragged him back onto the bed.
"What? You've got to show him who's boss!" Hiroto reasoned vehemently, punching Tora's chest to stress his point.
"I'm still going to have to live with whatever sorts of revenge he plots up after you leave, you know," Tora informed him with a cough. He snuggled closer though, ready to fall asleep even if his sheets were still dirty and his legs sticky.
Hiroto, however, seemed to have a lot more energy left in him. "Your cat just tried to make a move on me, I think you should be a little more outraged than this," he scoffed.
Snorting, Tora smothered the rest of his complaints in a kiss. "I'm pretty sure I've got it all under control, Pon."
"Yeah, well, it itches. If I have a butt rash in the morning your ass is grass."
A/N:
LOL end. I hope that was okay… *sweats*
Congratulations yo~~ Do your best in whatever you're going to be doing from now on! :D
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Author: beyondtheremix
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Tora/Hiroto/Tora
Band[s]: Alice Nine
Warning/Disclaimer: PWP, some crack
Comment: Ummm, this is a present or something for maohi. Hiroto is srs bzns yo lol.
Territory
Each harsh breath was forced out from deep in his throat, guttural moans that rumbled and vibrated in his chest. Clenching his hands into fists and tipping his head back, Tora tried to convince himself this didn't feel as good as it sounded - even as his eyes lost focus on the ceiling and an embarrassing whine sneaked past his lips. Sound good it did.
Shuddery breathes filled the short distance between them. Soft exhales multiplied with each push forward. Sharp inhales followed every drag of heated flesh back out. Digging his heels into the sheets, Tora tried to ignore how arousing it was to be filled, but his body betrayed him, stomach tightening and muscles rippling. A definite smirk played across Hiroto's lips and he tried to ignore that too. Tried everything in his power to concentrate only on lasting long enough to switch positions and shoot his load up Hiroto's ass.
But the moment refused to come. Instead the younger pulled out, slick hot length sliding against Tora's thigh before demanding hands urged him off his back and onto his knees. Flushing at what he knew this looked like, Tora turned around and gripped the headboard, refusing to be any closer to being on his hands and knees than he had to. Either way he still had to bite his bottom lip and stop whatever sounds wanted to come out when warm, calloused hands steadied his hips and pulled them back an inch. Tora would be hard pressed to admit how surprisingly good it felt being bent and pushed into position.
Licking his lips, Hiroto kept one hand on Tora's waist and used the other to guide his length back to Tora's entrance. He pressed in torturously slow, unhurried in his search for orgasm while Tora had to grit his teeth to keep from pushing back for more, to show the other how much he wanted it. He liked bottoming well enough, just didn't want it to become a too too regular thing. Tora had a love-hate relationship with the loss of control and it irked him.
He would rather Hiroto lay back on the bed and let him do the riding if it was going to be like this; at least then he could set his own pace. Even Hiroto had to admit Tora could be just as frighteningly demanding and predatory, cock up his ass and riding him. It probably had to do with the weight of paler thighs overlapping his, the strong arms on either side of his face that made it seem like Tora was the one doing the fucking. Snorting - because it was kind of hilarious to think about when he wasn't so caught up in the moment, the sharp undulations of Tora's hips - Hiroto draped his body over as much of Tora's back as he could reach, leaning all his weight into the reluctantly pliant form beneath him and sneaking his arms around the other's waist.
Where the younger man couldn't see him, Tora squeezed his eyes shut in pleasure. His lips parted in small gasps for breath as Hiroto began to stroke him in time with his thrusts, nips at the nape of his neck making him shudder while he fought to keep his sweaty palms curled around the headboard. This. Is so. Irritating.
As incredibly irritating as it was to have Hiroto humping his backside, Tora's knees nearly gave as the younger man shoved his hips forward and stopped moving altogether. Balls deep and completely surrounded by tight heat, he stopped moving.
I'm not going to say anything. I'm not going to say anything.
Tora practically growled as Hiroto's hands left his length, sliding instead to the skin of his lower belly and pressing. He really did buck then, letting out a choked groan as his prostate was suddenly, deliciously pressed snug against Hiroto's cock.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," he swore softly, panting as the younger began moving his hips in slow, teasing grinds. "Hiroto."
A dark chuckle sounded near his ear, but Tora was too distracted by his sudden need for more to care about how desperate he seemed. The warm chest at his back and hands brushing here and there taunted him. But then Hiroto was tsk-ing softly under his breath and Tora had to force himself to concentrate because now there was a hand back on him, sliding once, twice, three firm strokes and then nothing.
"Tora, Tora, Tora," a deep, husky voice chastised, "Getting your own sheets all dirty." Hiroto emphasized his words with a small laugh and another flick of his wrist. Tora wanted to slap him as much as he wanted to push back and groan. Hanging his head between his shoulders, he looked down and cursed at the precum dripping from the tip of his aching arousal and onto his sheets. They should have fucking done this at Hiroto's place. Why the fuck was he letting someone top him on his own goddamn bed? Fuck.
Attempting to sigh but failing when his breath simply got stuck in his throat, Tora consented himself to the slower pace Hiroto was setting, leaning his head down to rest on his leather headboard and arching into each touch. He briefly wondered if every time he climbed onto bed he'd be reminded of this moment. Though it wasn't necessarily a bad thing - Hiroto's hands running up and down his sides, stroking, touching and caressing made him feel cherished, loved. He just hoped he wouldn't be too tempted to always give in like this. It felt too dangerously good.
Lost in a haze of lust, mind halfheartedly warring with itself, and with Hiroto making the same sweet, keening noises he always made during sex, it was no wonder Tora didn't notice the door creaking open and someone entering the room. Hiroto himself was too caught up in his own enthusiastic thrustings to realize another body had jumped onto the bed.
It wasn't until the younger's hips flew forward with an indignant squawk that they realized anything was amidst. Tora collapsed back onto the bed with the combined force of the movement and the vivid bright spark of pleasure that shot abruptly through his body, breath coming in short pants as he came down shivering from the brief high.
"Your cat licked me!" Hiroto wailed, somehow trying to scramble closer, curl deeper into the sweaty body beneath him. Tora was too busy trying to steady his heartbeat to respond or comprehend anything more than the friction of the sheets and the cock still filling him. Hiroto, meanwhile, glared down at the grey feline sitting far too close to his bare ass for comfort. "Chicken," he barked in as stern a voice as he could manage, "OUT!" The oblivious cat simply leaned in and took another swipe at Hiroto's sweaty skin. "Tora!" He wailed again and shuddered at the rough tongue, flinching away like it burned.
"Fuck, Hiroto. Kick him off the bed or something, whatever. Just hurry the fuck up." It was as close to begging as Tora got.
Eyes narrowing, Hiroto gave Chicken a good push with his foot and he disappeared, jumping off the side of the bed with a thump. "Mood killer." Grunting, he turned all his attention back onto the culprit's owner, picking up the pace and fisting Tora's length in time to an erratic beat, suddenly ready to finish when only seconds ago he'd been set on dragging this out all night.
Tora didn't know what to think when Chicken jumped back onto his bed for a second time, prowling closer to sit at the head of the bed and purring loudly in hopes of being petted. Fuck, since when did Chicken start jumping onto his bed anyway? Groaning, Tora buried his face into a pillow and tried to ignore that too, muffling his whimpers when Hiroto got a little too rough. Whatever, he didn't care, he just wanted release. And with that Tora let go, let Hiroto drag him over the edge as he bit his own lip and held onto the pillows.
One hand carefully pressed into the small of Tora's shuddering back, not too much but enough for him to feel the burn as he was arched and stretched, Hiroto came soon after with a breathless moan. When he could finally think straight again, he looked and was met with the infuriating sight of that cat staring right back at him. Pulling out, Hiroto crawled right up Tora's heaving, thoroughly fucked backside, hands and knees sinking into the mattress on either side of the exhausted man so he could get right up in Chicken's face and snarl.
It was really more of a half hiss, half growl in Tora's opinion, but he laughed all the same when he looked up to find Chicken, ears folded back, eyes wide with fear as Hiroto made angry noises above his owner's head. "Stop terrorizing him," he chuckled as Chicken hightailed it out the room. Hiroto ignored him and attempted to take up chase but then Tora caught him around the waist and dragged him back onto the bed.
"What? You've got to show him who's boss!" Hiroto reasoned vehemently, punching Tora's chest to stress his point.
"I'm still going to have to live with whatever sorts of revenge he plots up after you leave, you know," Tora informed him with a cough. He snuggled closer though, ready to fall asleep even if his sheets were still dirty and his legs sticky.
Hiroto, however, seemed to have a lot more energy left in him. "Your cat just tried to make a move on me, I think you should be a little more outraged than this," he scoffed.
Snorting, Tora smothered the rest of his complaints in a kiss. "I'm pretty sure I've got it all under control, Pon."
"Yeah, well, it itches. If I have a butt rash in the morning your ass is grass."
A/N:
LOL end. I hope that was okay… *sweats*
Congratulations yo~~ Do your best in whatever you're going to be doing from now on! :D
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