untitled yone/akun
This was for Anon here a while back:
Who I want: Question?
What I want: with each other, with anyone else, just Q? FIC IN GENERAL PLEASE.
How I want it: ANYTHING GOES.
That said, I would kill for some Yone/Akun smut.
PLEASE.
PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE.
Anon-san, who are you?
I had to try, because it's Question?. :D; Like the OSSaN prompts -- you look at them and know they're never going to be filled, so. xD; No pressure? Yay! Aaanyway. First and last time I'll ever write porn, because jkhwkwe. WEIRD. It makes me want to fold like an aluminium can.
-?-
Yonemura's always thought about being a parent - a grandpa, even; kids are cute - but as he looks down Akun's broad shoulders and reaches out to feel the way Akun's muscles tense under his hands, he thinks those distant dreams could stand to be shelved for a little while longer. What he's got now is just as precious, he's pretty sure, if not moreso because it won't be forever; he'll take it while he can.
Akun turns around, inquisitive eyes dark. "Yone...?" His deep voice is barely more than a murmur nearly masked by the sound of running water and absently Yonemura reaches back to turn off his shower, stepping close under Akun's instead. He watches the way Akun's dark hair starts to curl against his neck in the steam, and watches the way Akun watches him with his mouth parted a little as if there's something more he wants to say but his dark, Turkish eyes can't quite decide what. Breathing slowly. They're alone by this hour. They've got time.
"Yeah," Yonemura whispers at last, own gaze half-lidded and heavy with want, and Akun doesn't ask twice. He presses their lips together, tilting his head slightly as his fingers card by Yonemura's temples, massaging through wet hair. Yonemura's hands splay against Akun's chest as he leans up, guitar calluses lightly rough against Akun's skin. When he presses, Akun obliges and shifts back, at first hissing softly for the cold tiles against his skin but smiling soon enough as he takes a wider stance to lower his height.
"Bastard," Yonemura mutters, somehow displeased with the situation.
He fakes anger poorly though with knotted brows, and Akun smiles, kissing the deliberate pout. "Sorry, sorry..."
"You're not." Yonemura nips at Akun's lower lip - an expression of annoyance that backfires somewhat when Akun's tongue darts out to lick along the sting and Yonemura's eyes can't help but follow. He follows up with his mouth, pressing open to Akun's, tongue teasing right back in a way that draws a satisfying groan from the back of Akun's throat.
Serves him right, Yonemura thinks even as he shivers, Akun's hands sliding too-lightly down his back. Too lightly. It's not enough. They know each other almost as well as the instruments they play, sweet spots and perfect tensions, and Yonemura growls softly when Akun persists in teasing. It's not for a lack of want after all; Akun's erection rests hot and heavy against Yonemura's stomach, interested as Yonemura's own. Fine, Yonemura thinks and reaches down between them. My way.
It's far from their first time together, but Akun still looks away when Yonemura touches him, eyes hidden under long lashes as if in embarrassment. As Yonemura's hands move though, stroking them together, Akun's lips part on quiet murmurs like, 'ah god... 'jirou, 's good...' and his blunt nails dig a little where his hands rest at Yonemura's hips.
Yonemura builds the rhythm between them as he noses down Akun's jaw, kissing a trail down his neck. He tastes Akun's sweat on the water, breathes his scent in the steam, using just enough pressure to keep Akun talking...
He likes that about Akun, that resilient, excitable nature. Loves being what drives Akun crazy 'til his breath catches and his hips buck and he wraps a hand around Yonemura's two, seeking an increase in pressure. Yonemura's eyes slip shut then and he loses himself to the warm weight of Akun's cock against his palm, familiar as the feel of Akun's fingers at his nape and the open press of Akun's mouth against his, strong and passionate.
He feels the tremor through Akun's whole frame when Akun comes, from the groan deep in his throat to his shaking hands that tighten atop Yonemura's own but don't stop moving. "Don't stop," Yonemura mutters, pleading if he weren't demanding; Akun makes a noise like I know, shivering through an aftershock with his forehead pressed to Yonemura's shoulder, breathless.
Nudging Yonemura's hands away, he gets a firm grip on Yonemura's cock and strokes steadily, firmly the way Yonemura likes it, and soon Yonemura's fingers curl against Akun's shoulders for the building pressure and he spills into Akun's hand with a hiss, the sharp shock up his spine curling him into Akun's chest without thought. Into the warmth of Akun's arms around his waist and the heavy beat of Akun's heart against his own unsteady rhythm.
Yonemura stills as the water runs over them in the tiled silence, and keeps his eyes closed against how the heat now, like time will eventually, bleeds all his tension away.
Who I want: Question?
What I want: with each other, with anyone else, just Q? FIC IN GENERAL PLEASE.
How I want it: ANYTHING GOES.
That said, I would kill for some Yone/Akun smut.
PLEASE.
PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE.
Anon-san, who are you?
I had to try, because it's Question?. :D; Like the OSSaN prompts -- you look at them and know they're never going to be filled, so. xD; No pressure? Yay! Aaanyway. First and last time I'll ever write porn, because jkhwkwe. WEIRD. It makes me want to fold like an aluminium can.
-?-
Yonemura's always thought about being a parent - a grandpa, even; kids are cute - but as he looks down Akun's broad shoulders and reaches out to feel the way Akun's muscles tense under his hands, he thinks those distant dreams could stand to be shelved for a little while longer. What he's got now is just as precious, he's pretty sure, if not moreso because it won't be forever; he'll take it while he can.
Akun turns around, inquisitive eyes dark. "Yone...?" His deep voice is barely more than a murmur nearly masked by the sound of running water and absently Yonemura reaches back to turn off his shower, stepping close under Akun's instead. He watches the way Akun's dark hair starts to curl against his neck in the steam, and watches the way Akun watches him with his mouth parted a little as if there's something more he wants to say but his dark, Turkish eyes can't quite decide what. Breathing slowly. They're alone by this hour. They've got time.
"Yeah," Yonemura whispers at last, own gaze half-lidded and heavy with want, and Akun doesn't ask twice. He presses their lips together, tilting his head slightly as his fingers card by Yonemura's temples, massaging through wet hair. Yonemura's hands splay against Akun's chest as he leans up, guitar calluses lightly rough against Akun's skin. When he presses, Akun obliges and shifts back, at first hissing softly for the cold tiles against his skin but smiling soon enough as he takes a wider stance to lower his height.
"Bastard," Yonemura mutters, somehow displeased with the situation.
He fakes anger poorly though with knotted brows, and Akun smiles, kissing the deliberate pout. "Sorry, sorry..."
"You're not." Yonemura nips at Akun's lower lip - an expression of annoyance that backfires somewhat when Akun's tongue darts out to lick along the sting and Yonemura's eyes can't help but follow. He follows up with his mouth, pressing open to Akun's, tongue teasing right back in a way that draws a satisfying groan from the back of Akun's throat.
Serves him right, Yonemura thinks even as he shivers, Akun's hands sliding too-lightly down his back. Too lightly. It's not enough. They know each other almost as well as the instruments they play, sweet spots and perfect tensions, and Yonemura growls softly when Akun persists in teasing. It's not for a lack of want after all; Akun's erection rests hot and heavy against Yonemura's stomach, interested as Yonemura's own. Fine, Yonemura thinks and reaches down between them. My way.
It's far from their first time together, but Akun still looks away when Yonemura touches him, eyes hidden under long lashes as if in embarrassment. As Yonemura's hands move though, stroking them together, Akun's lips part on quiet murmurs like, 'ah god... 'jirou, 's good...' and his blunt nails dig a little where his hands rest at Yonemura's hips.
Yonemura builds the rhythm between them as he noses down Akun's jaw, kissing a trail down his neck. He tastes Akun's sweat on the water, breathes his scent in the steam, using just enough pressure to keep Akun talking...
He likes that about Akun, that resilient, excitable nature. Loves being what drives Akun crazy 'til his breath catches and his hips buck and he wraps a hand around Yonemura's two, seeking an increase in pressure. Yonemura's eyes slip shut then and he loses himself to the warm weight of Akun's cock against his palm, familiar as the feel of Akun's fingers at his nape and the open press of Akun's mouth against his, strong and passionate.
He feels the tremor through Akun's whole frame when Akun comes, from the groan deep in his throat to his shaking hands that tighten atop Yonemura's own but don't stop moving. "Don't stop," Yonemura mutters, pleading if he weren't demanding; Akun makes a noise like I know, shivering through an aftershock with his forehead pressed to Yonemura's shoulder, breathless.
Nudging Yonemura's hands away, he gets a firm grip on Yonemura's cock and strokes steadily, firmly the way Yonemura likes it, and soon Yonemura's fingers curl against Akun's shoulders for the building pressure and he spills into Akun's hand with a hiss, the sharp shock up his spine curling him into Akun's chest without thought. Into the warmth of Akun's arms around his waist and the heavy beat of Akun's heart against his own unsteady rhythm.
Yonemura stills as the water runs over them in the tiled silence, and keeps his eyes closed against how the heat now, like time will eventually, bleeds all his tension away.