For Joceh~
For songsheet, <3<3<3. Who will protect me from everyone else who will murder me for the loss of innocence of ickle Jirou by Mizuki. >.>'
Title: Sunrise
Pairing: ZukiJi (Mizuki x Jirou. XDD)
Rating: NC-17. High. >.>
Notes: Yes, it's a little sappy... but it's over 1500 words, okay?!
"Jime-chan!" a loud, excited voice and a lot of thorough shaking woke Mizuki up one morning. He opened on eye blearily, and shivered as a blast of cold air wound through his bedroom. Cold air? "It's Christmas!!"
He squinted. "...Jirou? How did you get in?"
The other boy beamed, and pulled off his coat, scarf, trousers and shoes. "I climbed up that tree outside and broke your window lock. Climbed up," he reiterated proudly, yanking his socks off.
Mizuki blinked once more, rather slowly. He peered at his open curtain. "It's still dark," he frowned confusedly, shuffling to look at his clock. "Jirou. What are you doing here at six in the morning?" he moaned, flopping back over to smush his face into his pillow. He hated mornings. Or at least, he hated mornings before he'd had a chance to wash his face, brush his teeth, or run wet wax through his unruly hair. Especially if his adorable, scrumptious-looking boyfriend was over in the said morning before he'd had a chance to do any of the aforementioned necessities.
Jirou climbed into Mizuki's bed, which had been the point of discarding all wet outer clothing, and Mizuki yelped a high girlish little yelp at the sudden cold. "You're freezing," he said grumpily before tenderly tucking the warm covers around the blond, who smiled at him in that little way which made Mizuki pet his hair.
Jirou snuggled up to his warm boyfriend. Warm and squishy. "I got out of the house early, just for you! I couldn't sleep... It's Christmas! ...Aren't you glad to see me, Jime-chan?" The boy looked at Mizuki with wide eyes and wibbled. Mizuki immediately reached out and cuddled Jirou in beside him. That wibble always made whatever grumpy feelings he was feeling melt.
"Course I'm glad to see you," Mizuki murmured silkily, stroking Jirou's hair. "Just a bit unexpected, hmm?" He kissed the other boy's cool cheek before wriggling over Jirou's body and off the bed. "I'll be back in a bit, hmm? Just stay there and get warm," he ordered. He first checked his window lock which was, indeed, now broken before closing the window and went into the bathroom to take care of all those necessities mentioned earlier, quite unaware that Jirou happily stared at his backside, clad in only a pair of purple boxers.
Making sure that he was less self-conscious about his breath at least, the boy headed back to bed, mentally dissolving into one long 'aww!' at the sight of Jirou neatly tucked up to his chin under a thick duvet. Crawling back in, he gave Jirou a proper kiss this time, minty with freshly brushed teeth. "Mm," Jirou murmured, content as a cat under the other boy's soft lips. He leaned forward to lick some toothpaste off the corner of Mizuki's smirk. "I thought that we could watch the sun rise together," he beamed, latching his arms around Mizuki's neck with a little sleepy 'nya!' noise, the signal that Jirou wanted more kisses, and damn, would he smile devastatingly until he got them. The dark-haired boy complied, crushing Jirou's body to his as he sweetly, firmly, claimed Jirou's mouth as his.
Jirou finally pulled away, lips slightly swollen, and blushed. Mizuki touched his cheek; he'd never seen the cheerful, lively boy blush before. "I'm alright," the boy answered immediately to the unasked question in Mizuki's eyes. "I have a present for you, Jime-chan," he whispered delightfully bashfully. Mizuki raised an eyebrow. He boyfriend curled up into his arms, and he automatically flexed his arms around the now-warm body. "Me," whispered Jirou. Mizuki's eyes widened. He had always been careful, not knowing how much affection the other boy would allow. Jirou wormed his head close to Mizuki's ear, strands of blond hair brushing his cheek. "First time," warm breath tickled Mizuki's ear, and he shivered.
Pulling back so that he could see Jirou's wide, trusting eyes, Mizuki swept the locks of curly hair out of the way. "Are you sure?" A nod. "You never- with Atobe?" A cute little shake. "Nfu~" Mizuki leaned forward to kiss Jirou again, a soft brush of wetted lips as he slowly slid his hands across the boy's hips, then upwards across his stomach, avoiding the boy's ticklish waist, to lift Jirou's cartoon covered t-shirt off; then back to his hips, to tug his boxers down and off. He looked at them as he pulled them out from under the covers with another 'nfu~' noise. "Sheepy boxers. You're so cute," he smiled, a graceful curve of lips. Mizuki dragged the duvet down an inch at a time, revealing Jirou underneath.
"Adorable," he purred, one hand cradling Jirou's face as he kissed all uncertainties and insecurities away, the other hand cupping Jirou's left buttock, which was just as round and plump as he had hoped. Jirou's hands rubbed up and down Mizuki's bare chest, appreciative of the slender strength, before he silently tugged on Mizuki's boxers with a little hopeful smile. "Mm," agreed Mizuki, helping his boyfriend remove them.
Jirou curiously eyed Mizuki, before tentatively rubbing his hand across the length; his other hands tangled in the dark curls and tugged gently. The other boy moaned appreciatively, clutching at Jirou. Jirou wriggled down the bed until he was directly opposite, and eyed Mizuki again. Gakuto had once said something about like sucking a lollipop. He leaned forward at stuck his tongue out of his mouth to lick. Mizuki convulsed in pleasure. Jirou promptly decided that if that was the way Mizuki was going act, he liked it; he slid his mouth over as much as he could manage.
Mizuki's extensive vocabulary had just died a quick and miserable death when his brain frazzled. The only word he could even begin to think of was 'Guh'. He rolled onto his back, and Jirou rolled suit, sprawling between the other boy's legs. Jirou had tender, full lips and a hot, wet mouth, not to mention a particularly curious tongue. Mizuki looked down dazedly, and ran his hands repeatedly through the fluffy mop of blond hair bobbing, from which came Jirou's happy little sucking noises which were far too erotic for Mizuki's mind to actually process. He decided that he didn't mind sounding like a lusty, desperate little slut for Jirou; he moaned and whined and panted as Jirou teased him thoroughly.
"Jirou," he whispered, "Wait... not yet." With a hard tug by the hair, Mizuki redirected the boy's busy mouth onto his own. "Not yet," he repeated, before rolling over and hastily rummaging through his bedside drawer. His body complained about the loss of Jirou's clever tongue, and his newly become lover made disappointed noises and pawed at his back. Aha! Hand moisturiser would do.
"My turn," Mizuki rolled back over and appeased Jirou with short, sweet kisses as he rubbed against Jirou to show him how hard the boy had made him. The pop of a lid sounded behind Jirou's back, and the squelch of a cool liquid. Cool fingers slid down Jirou's back, who sighed appreciatively. "Jirou," Mizuki growled seductively.
"Jime-chan," Jirou's voice spoke of lust, and nervousness, and trust, as Mizuki's slim fingers slid in smoothly. He worked efficiently and carefully and Jirou soon relaxed as Mizuki made sure that he wouldn't hurt him later on. Suddenly it stopped, and Jirou blinked at Mizuki, a sweep of dusty eyelashes. Mizuki smiled at him and then there was something else, cooled by moisturiser and hard but soft, easing inside. His mouth opened in a delicious, long moan. He was rolled onto his back, and felt Mizuki's prominent hips slip between his thighs and wrapped his legs around Mizuki, wanting to feel the other boy closer.
As Jirou kneaded his shoulders, Mizuki didn't forget about him; he reached down to gently stroke the boy with light fingers in time to his rocking body. The change in angle brushed Mizuki against Jirou's prostate, causing the boy to writhe as Mizuki repeatedly rubbed him there. The most arousing whimpers emanated from his slack mouth, which made Mizuki groan with desire as he sucked Jirou's plump bottom lip.
The tightening of Jirou's legs around him warned Mizuki; he speeded up and palmed Jirou more firmly as the boy buckled his hips and the muscles in his limps spasmed from the pressure of ecstasy. Hot liquid suddenly covered Mizuki's hand and Jirou's stomach. A loud whimper tore from Jirou's throat and the sight of his boyfriend in this state made Mizuki growl possessively; less than a minute, and felt himself go. Jirou's eyes widened and he let out an undignified squeak as hotness pumped into him, making his stomach flip. Mizuki eased out, and all tension seeped out of Jirou's body, leaving him bonelessly shivering and satiated. He watched with glazed eyes, as Mizuki licked his hand in front of him and cleaned his stomach in the same way. He smiled sleepily and rolled onto his side, back facing Mizuki.
Mizuki gazed confusedly at Jirou's smooth back. What? Was that-? Did Jirou not want-? Mizuki more than a little hurt at this shunning, and nothing happened for a whole half minute. Jirou finally glanced back at him, wondering what was taking so long. He frowned at Mizuki and impatiently snuggled further down into the bed to emphasise his point. Ah! The boy shuffled over and spooned himself carefully behind hs boyfriend, arms wrapping firmly around Jirou's torse. "Merry Christmas, Jime-chan," murmured Jirou, content, as they lay together, watching the sun as it rose.
So it had a sappy ending. >>
Title: Sunrise
Pairing: ZukiJi (Mizuki x Jirou. XDD)
Rating: NC-17. High. >.>
Notes: Yes, it's a little sappy... but it's over 1500 words, okay?!
"Jime-chan!" a loud, excited voice and a lot of thorough shaking woke Mizuki up one morning. He opened on eye blearily, and shivered as a blast of cold air wound through his bedroom. Cold air? "It's Christmas!!"
He squinted. "...Jirou? How did you get in?"
The other boy beamed, and pulled off his coat, scarf, trousers and shoes. "I climbed up that tree outside and broke your window lock. Climbed up," he reiterated proudly, yanking his socks off.
Mizuki blinked once more, rather slowly. He peered at his open curtain. "It's still dark," he frowned confusedly, shuffling to look at his clock. "Jirou. What are you doing here at six in the morning?" he moaned, flopping back over to smush his face into his pillow. He hated mornings. Or at least, he hated mornings before he'd had a chance to wash his face, brush his teeth, or run wet wax through his unruly hair. Especially if his adorable, scrumptious-looking boyfriend was over in the said morning before he'd had a chance to do any of the aforementioned necessities.
Jirou climbed into Mizuki's bed, which had been the point of discarding all wet outer clothing, and Mizuki yelped a high girlish little yelp at the sudden cold. "You're freezing," he said grumpily before tenderly tucking the warm covers around the blond, who smiled at him in that little way which made Mizuki pet his hair.
Jirou snuggled up to his warm boyfriend. Warm and squishy. "I got out of the house early, just for you! I couldn't sleep... It's Christmas! ...Aren't you glad to see me, Jime-chan?" The boy looked at Mizuki with wide eyes and wibbled. Mizuki immediately reached out and cuddled Jirou in beside him. That wibble always made whatever grumpy feelings he was feeling melt.
"Course I'm glad to see you," Mizuki murmured silkily, stroking Jirou's hair. "Just a bit unexpected, hmm?" He kissed the other boy's cool cheek before wriggling over Jirou's body and off the bed. "I'll be back in a bit, hmm? Just stay there and get warm," he ordered. He first checked his window lock which was, indeed, now broken before closing the window and went into the bathroom to take care of all those necessities mentioned earlier, quite unaware that Jirou happily stared at his backside, clad in only a pair of purple boxers.
Making sure that he was less self-conscious about his breath at least, the boy headed back to bed, mentally dissolving into one long 'aww!' at the sight of Jirou neatly tucked up to his chin under a thick duvet. Crawling back in, he gave Jirou a proper kiss this time, minty with freshly brushed teeth. "Mm," Jirou murmured, content as a cat under the other boy's soft lips. He leaned forward to lick some toothpaste off the corner of Mizuki's smirk. "I thought that we could watch the sun rise together," he beamed, latching his arms around Mizuki's neck with a little sleepy 'nya!' noise, the signal that Jirou wanted more kisses, and damn, would he smile devastatingly until he got them. The dark-haired boy complied, crushing Jirou's body to his as he sweetly, firmly, claimed Jirou's mouth as his.
Jirou finally pulled away, lips slightly swollen, and blushed. Mizuki touched his cheek; he'd never seen the cheerful, lively boy blush before. "I'm alright," the boy answered immediately to the unasked question in Mizuki's eyes. "I have a present for you, Jime-chan," he whispered delightfully bashfully. Mizuki raised an eyebrow. He boyfriend curled up into his arms, and he automatically flexed his arms around the now-warm body. "Me," whispered Jirou. Mizuki's eyes widened. He had always been careful, not knowing how much affection the other boy would allow. Jirou wormed his head close to Mizuki's ear, strands of blond hair brushing his cheek. "First time," warm breath tickled Mizuki's ear, and he shivered.
Pulling back so that he could see Jirou's wide, trusting eyes, Mizuki swept the locks of curly hair out of the way. "Are you sure?" A nod. "You never- with Atobe?" A cute little shake. "Nfu~" Mizuki leaned forward to kiss Jirou again, a soft brush of wetted lips as he slowly slid his hands across the boy's hips, then upwards across his stomach, avoiding the boy's ticklish waist, to lift Jirou's cartoon covered t-shirt off; then back to his hips, to tug his boxers down and off. He looked at them as he pulled them out from under the covers with another 'nfu~' noise. "Sheepy boxers. You're so cute," he smiled, a graceful curve of lips. Mizuki dragged the duvet down an inch at a time, revealing Jirou underneath.
"Adorable," he purred, one hand cradling Jirou's face as he kissed all uncertainties and insecurities away, the other hand cupping Jirou's left buttock, which was just as round and plump as he had hoped. Jirou's hands rubbed up and down Mizuki's bare chest, appreciative of the slender strength, before he silently tugged on Mizuki's boxers with a little hopeful smile. "Mm," agreed Mizuki, helping his boyfriend remove them.
Jirou curiously eyed Mizuki, before tentatively rubbing his hand across the length; his other hands tangled in the dark curls and tugged gently. The other boy moaned appreciatively, clutching at Jirou. Jirou wriggled down the bed until he was directly opposite, and eyed Mizuki again. Gakuto had once said something about like sucking a lollipop. He leaned forward at stuck his tongue out of his mouth to lick. Mizuki convulsed in pleasure. Jirou promptly decided that if that was the way Mizuki was going act, he liked it; he slid his mouth over as much as he could manage.
Mizuki's extensive vocabulary had just died a quick and miserable death when his brain frazzled. The only word he could even begin to think of was 'Guh'. He rolled onto his back, and Jirou rolled suit, sprawling between the other boy's legs. Jirou had tender, full lips and a hot, wet mouth, not to mention a particularly curious tongue. Mizuki looked down dazedly, and ran his hands repeatedly through the fluffy mop of blond hair bobbing, from which came Jirou's happy little sucking noises which were far too erotic for Mizuki's mind to actually process. He decided that he didn't mind sounding like a lusty, desperate little slut for Jirou; he moaned and whined and panted as Jirou teased him thoroughly.
"Jirou," he whispered, "Wait... not yet." With a hard tug by the hair, Mizuki redirected the boy's busy mouth onto his own. "Not yet," he repeated, before rolling over and hastily rummaging through his bedside drawer. His body complained about the loss of Jirou's clever tongue, and his newly become lover made disappointed noises and pawed at his back. Aha! Hand moisturiser would do.
"My turn," Mizuki rolled back over and appeased Jirou with short, sweet kisses as he rubbed against Jirou to show him how hard the boy had made him. The pop of a lid sounded behind Jirou's back, and the squelch of a cool liquid. Cool fingers slid down Jirou's back, who sighed appreciatively. "Jirou," Mizuki growled seductively.
"Jime-chan," Jirou's voice spoke of lust, and nervousness, and trust, as Mizuki's slim fingers slid in smoothly. He worked efficiently and carefully and Jirou soon relaxed as Mizuki made sure that he wouldn't hurt him later on. Suddenly it stopped, and Jirou blinked at Mizuki, a sweep of dusty eyelashes. Mizuki smiled at him and then there was something else, cooled by moisturiser and hard but soft, easing inside. His mouth opened in a delicious, long moan. He was rolled onto his back, and felt Mizuki's prominent hips slip between his thighs and wrapped his legs around Mizuki, wanting to feel the other boy closer.
As Jirou kneaded his shoulders, Mizuki didn't forget about him; he reached down to gently stroke the boy with light fingers in time to his rocking body. The change in angle brushed Mizuki against Jirou's prostate, causing the boy to writhe as Mizuki repeatedly rubbed him there. The most arousing whimpers emanated from his slack mouth, which made Mizuki groan with desire as he sucked Jirou's plump bottom lip.
The tightening of Jirou's legs around him warned Mizuki; he speeded up and palmed Jirou more firmly as the boy buckled his hips and the muscles in his limps spasmed from the pressure of ecstasy. Hot liquid suddenly covered Mizuki's hand and Jirou's stomach. A loud whimper tore from Jirou's throat and the sight of his boyfriend in this state made Mizuki growl possessively; less than a minute, and felt himself go. Jirou's eyes widened and he let out an undignified squeak as hotness pumped into him, making his stomach flip. Mizuki eased out, and all tension seeped out of Jirou's body, leaving him bonelessly shivering and satiated. He watched with glazed eyes, as Mizuki licked his hand in front of him and cleaned his stomach in the same way. He smiled sleepily and rolled onto his side, back facing Mizuki.
Mizuki gazed confusedly at Jirou's smooth back. What? Was that-? Did Jirou not want-? Mizuki more than a little hurt at this shunning, and nothing happened for a whole half minute. Jirou finally glanced back at him, wondering what was taking so long. He frowned at Mizuki and impatiently snuggled further down into the bed to emphasise his point. Ah! The boy shuffled over and spooned himself carefully behind hs boyfriend, arms wrapping firmly around Jirou's torse. "Merry Christmas, Jime-chan," murmured Jirou, content, as they lay together, watching the sun as it rose.
So it had a sappy ending. >>