Nothing was working. Isamu tossed and turned in bed, for several hours, but all he could think about was eating. Eventually, he threw the covers off and went downstairs to watch T.V. but nothing could keep his interest away from wanting the sensation of liquid draining down his throat
( ... )
Hanatarou had no reaction to Isamu's arrival; he remained completely motionless, deep in his peaceful and dreamless chemically-induced sleep of the just.
After a few seconds, his eyelids fluttered-- But that was all. Even that was barely noticeable under all the covers he'd wrapped up in.
Isamu drew closer, and leaned down over Hanatarou's face. Fuck...he smelled even better tonight than he had yesterday. It was as irresistible as a steak-and-potato dinner simmering down the hall from a starving man.
After inhaling deeply, Isamu placed the tip of his tongue on Hanatarou's cheek, slowly moving it upwards he'd ghosted across his content lover's eyelashes.
That was enough to cause him to shift slightly, and even murmur ("nhmm"). But... no, still not awake. He was somehow aware of foreign (wet) contact, though, and turned away.
Now the mess that was his hair was fully visible, as were slightly parted lips. And his neck.
Hanatarou gave a muffled shriek and felt tears forming in his eyes (hopefully nobody next door could hear this...). He'd thought... well, he wasn't sure what he'd thought, but he hadn't expected that.
... Still, it wasn't a big deal. He could heal it later. Quickly, he turned his attention to calming his ragged breathing.
"Mmhmm," Isamu moaned, his mouth full of the delicious blood once he'd removed his teeth. He scrapped them on Hanatarou's skin, too, even as he was enthusiastically suckling on the wounds.
Ensuring his source couldn't get away, Isamu held the back of Hanatarou's hand in his own while reaching for the other one as well. He moved his weight to his knees, straddling Hanatarou, jerking his hips towards that pale face on the pillow.
It was weird to feel so incredibly horny from eating, but he didn't have a thought to spare to question the connection. This taste, texture, the look and smell of Hanatarou had made him unspeakably hard. Isamu placed Hanatarou's uninjured hand on the noticeable bulge under his PJs.
He was only now beginning to feel a little uneasy, which in retrospect was probably a bit strange. Still, he had faith in Isamu; he wouldn't hurt Hanatarou. ... Not seriously, at least.
He squeezed, then rubbed; there was no shortage of pressure in his touch, because he was fairly certain Isamu wasn't in the mood for teasing. Doubtfully, he watched Isamu's face.
Hanatarou's actions were rewarded with a loud cry of appreciation. His hips jerked into Hanatarou's hand on instinct. No longer needing to hold him in place, Isamu tore at his pants to pull them down over his hips. It wasn't strictly necessary to remove them, so he didn't (underwear is for nerds, btw
( ... )
"If you wanted me to say it, I would," Hanatarou answered, licking his lips (they got dry when his mouth stayed open too long). He blinked to dislodge a strand of hair stuck to his eyelashes, and when he looked back up at Isamu, his eyes were bright. "But I'd rather have you... instead of your fingers."
Isamu grinned, and moved up suddenly to embrace Hanatarou. He placed his mouth on the holes he had made, giving them a kiss.
Hanatarou didn't have to be vulgar to say 'fuck me'. Isamu settled back down, and didn't say anything else as he guided his cock in place. A moment later he had his hands on Hanatarou's waist, pushing him down as he thrust in with a shaky gasp.
His lips pressed together and his eyelids shut tightly; the noise he made was a humming whimper that was followed by several more (although they were softer, and shorter in duration). After a few moments, he let his shoulders drop back and panted without shame. His eyes opened partway, but he wasn't looking at anything.
"Yeah, that's it..." Isamu stared at the erotic show above him, dragging his teeth over his bottom lip. Hanatarou was tight around his cock, just perfect. He felt the lubricant squelch as he thrust in hard. Sweat and blood made a mess of the formerly clean linen, but there was nothing in the world that would make Isamu feel guilty for inspiring expressions like the one Hanatarou showed him.
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After a few seconds, his eyelids fluttered--
But that was all. Even that was barely noticeable under all the covers he'd wrapped up in.
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Isamu drew closer, and leaned down over Hanatarou's face. Fuck...he smelled even better tonight than he had yesterday. It was as irresistible as a steak-and-potato dinner simmering down the hall from a starving man.
After inhaling deeply, Isamu placed the tip of his tongue on Hanatarou's cheek, slowly moving it upwards he'd ghosted across his content lover's eyelashes.
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Now the mess that was his hair was fully visible, as were slightly parted lips. And his neck.
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... Still, it wasn't a big deal. He could heal it later. Quickly, he turned his attention to calming his ragged breathing.
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Ensuring his source couldn't get away, Isamu held the back of Hanatarou's hand in his own while reaching for the other one as well. He moved his weight to his knees, straddling Hanatarou, jerking his hips towards that pale face on the pillow.
It was weird to feel so incredibly horny from eating, but he didn't have a thought to spare to question the connection. This taste, texture, the look and smell of Hanatarou had made him unspeakably hard. Isamu placed Hanatarou's uninjured hand on the noticeable bulge under his PJs.
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He squeezed, then rubbed; there was no shortage of pressure in his touch, because he was fairly certain Isamu wasn't in the mood for teasing. Doubtfully, he watched Isamu's face.
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Hanatarou didn't have to be vulgar to say 'fuck me'. Isamu settled back down, and didn't say anything else as he guided his cock in place. A moment later he had his hands on Hanatarou's waist, pushing him down as he thrust in with a shaky gasp.
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