[02] S'eteint Le Soleil
S'eteint Le Soleil (The sun goes out)
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 679w
Summary: Sometimes Key manages to delude himself on where he is and what he's doing. But then he is pulled back into reality.
a/n: Deleted scene from Y en A un de Trop, this would make the most sense if you've read that, but you don't necessarily have to. I initially cut this part out because it didn't fit with the rest of the story. I expanded this a little because I need to practice wriitng smut and thought I'd share. A big thank you to linnhe for always holding my hand and providing encouragement ♥ I promise that this is the last of these fics, I have something else in the works :)
Key panted quietly, head tilted forward. A small frustrated whine escapes his mouth as his hand slowly thumbs over the head of his own cock. He looks up slightly, eyes unseeing, lost in himself as he deftly twists his wrist, causing his hips to jerk up on their own accord. His other hand was exploring his own chest, toying with a perky nub.
Key shifted on his seat, raising himself up on his thighs for better leverage and working his hand up and down in long, careful strokes. He bit his lip as he felt slick fingers crawling lower, fingering his entrance. Slowly, one, two, three fingers were inserted; each inducing half-sobs from the boy.
He was close. It felt so good, the way his hands were moving faster, racing towards climax, the way the fingers were stretching, touching him so deeply, intimately, and even the way the cool silk sheets felt on his heated skin. Key gasped as he felt every push and pull bring him closer to the edge. A light sheen of sweat decorated his form, causing his hand and fingers to slide fluidly across smooth flesh. His thin body quivered as he bucked up again in his hand.
Back arching, spine curving, drowning in waves of pleasure, he came into his hand and all over his stomach. By now he was sobbing softly, tears coursing down his flushed face, hands frantically tightening and milking the last of his release.
Key slumped forward, exhausted and spent. His hand was guided upwards; the pads invitingly flush against his lips. Key delicately lapped the cum off his fingers, eyes in small slits as his oversensitive body recovered from orgasm.
A dark chuckle could be heard over the soft sounds of sucking. "Key-sshi, you really know how to put on a good show," said the man as he let out another chortle, hand solid against the pale wrist. "And I had the best view in the house." Key sullenly shifted in his seat, in an attempt to escape, the man’s lap proving uncomfortable.
Two thick arms pulled him closer, anchoring the two bodies together. Key whimpered as he received a rough pinch on his bottom, body still sensitive from performing. His half-hearted attempts to pull away were ignored by the older man. Instead, those same slick fingers were placed on his lips and he took them insolently, coating the man's fingers reluctantly with his saliva.
The sloe-eyed boy stared at the man from under his lashes, thinly veiled hate settling in his eyes as he continued suckling the man's fingers. Those fingers were removed as he was drawn in for a dominating kiss. As the man licked and bit at his lips, Key felt those fingers move back down to what they were doing not five minutes previously - stroking his most intimate spots. A rush of dizziness overtook his senses as he felt himself growing weak due to lack of air. Key feebly struggled again to pull away from the man’s grasp. Instead he was pulled even closer, large hands splayed around his waist and over his ass. Surrendering himself in the man’s arms and to the caress of thick fingers, Key clawed at the dress shirt, molding himself against the other, silently begging for breath. The man smirked, amused by such behavior.
With one last harsh kiss, Key was flipped over on his stomach, ass poised in the air. Several moments passed, the room filled with only Key’s labored breathing. The soft click of the man’s belt and snap of a zipper could subtly be heard above the harsh pants. Key gripped the sheets, preparing himself for what he knew was coming, willing himself to relax and be strong.
An unexpectedly gentle kiss was placed on the nape of his neck as the man swiftly entered, bodies forced impossibly close. Key pressed his nose against the sheets, the light scent of sweat and something else filled his senses. He turned and stared out a window, wishing himself away from this night dream.
Outside a lone star twinkled merrily.
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 679w
Summary: Sometimes Key manages to delude himself on where he is and what he's doing. But then he is pulled back into reality.
a/n: Deleted scene from Y en A un de Trop, this would make the most sense if you've read that, but you don't necessarily have to. I initially cut this part out because it didn't fit with the rest of the story. I expanded this a little because I need to practice wriitng smut and thought I'd share. A big thank you to linnhe for always holding my hand and providing encouragement ♥ I promise that this is the last of these fics, I have something else in the works :)
Key panted quietly, head tilted forward. A small frustrated whine escapes his mouth as his hand slowly thumbs over the head of his own cock. He looks up slightly, eyes unseeing, lost in himself as he deftly twists his wrist, causing his hips to jerk up on their own accord. His other hand was exploring his own chest, toying with a perky nub.
Key shifted on his seat, raising himself up on his thighs for better leverage and working his hand up and down in long, careful strokes. He bit his lip as he felt slick fingers crawling lower, fingering his entrance. Slowly, one, two, three fingers were inserted; each inducing half-sobs from the boy.
He was close. It felt so good, the way his hands were moving faster, racing towards climax, the way the fingers were stretching, touching him so deeply, intimately, and even the way the cool silk sheets felt on his heated skin. Key gasped as he felt every push and pull bring him closer to the edge. A light sheen of sweat decorated his form, causing his hand and fingers to slide fluidly across smooth flesh. His thin body quivered as he bucked up again in his hand.
Back arching, spine curving, drowning in waves of pleasure, he came into his hand and all over his stomach. By now he was sobbing softly, tears coursing down his flushed face, hands frantically tightening and milking the last of his release.
Key slumped forward, exhausted and spent. His hand was guided upwards; the pads invitingly flush against his lips. Key delicately lapped the cum off his fingers, eyes in small slits as his oversensitive body recovered from orgasm.
A dark chuckle could be heard over the soft sounds of sucking. "Key-sshi, you really know how to put on a good show," said the man as he let out another chortle, hand solid against the pale wrist. "And I had the best view in the house." Key sullenly shifted in his seat, in an attempt to escape, the man’s lap proving uncomfortable.
Two thick arms pulled him closer, anchoring the two bodies together. Key whimpered as he received a rough pinch on his bottom, body still sensitive from performing. His half-hearted attempts to pull away were ignored by the older man. Instead, those same slick fingers were placed on his lips and he took them insolently, coating the man's fingers reluctantly with his saliva.
The sloe-eyed boy stared at the man from under his lashes, thinly veiled hate settling in his eyes as he continued suckling the man's fingers. Those fingers were removed as he was drawn in for a dominating kiss. As the man licked and bit at his lips, Key felt those fingers move back down to what they were doing not five minutes previously - stroking his most intimate spots. A rush of dizziness overtook his senses as he felt himself growing weak due to lack of air. Key feebly struggled again to pull away from the man’s grasp. Instead he was pulled even closer, large hands splayed around his waist and over his ass. Surrendering himself in the man’s arms and to the caress of thick fingers, Key clawed at the dress shirt, molding himself against the other, silently begging for breath. The man smirked, amused by such behavior.
With one last harsh kiss, Key was flipped over on his stomach, ass poised in the air. Several moments passed, the room filled with only Key’s labored breathing. The soft click of the man’s belt and snap of a zipper could subtly be heard above the harsh pants. Key gripped the sheets, preparing himself for what he knew was coming, willing himself to relax and be strong.
An unexpectedly gentle kiss was placed on the nape of his neck as the man swiftly entered, bodies forced impossibly close. Key pressed his nose against the sheets, the light scent of sweat and something else filled his senses. He turned and stared out a window, wishing himself away from this night dream.
Outside a lone star twinkled merrily.