Pretty Little Thing
Pretty Little Thing
Uruha/Kai
NC-17
1729words
Note: Uruha has an affinity for school girl outfits. It's his birthday. He deserves porn.
Kai waits patiently in the middle of the hotel room, courage meticulously chipping away around the edges as the thumping in his ears becomes unbearable. He hears the keycard swipe and click sealing his fate that evening, and he begins to curse his guilty conscience and generosity. He fidgets, bare feet charting overlapping circles on the Persian carpet and nervously flattening his sideburns out of habit.
Uruha strides across the room, shadow dancing on the ceiling from the numerous candles lining the wall, leisure steps pit-patting as his eyes feast on the sight in front of him. He licks his lips with a predatory gaze, thanking everything in the universe for Kai's consent after hours of hesitation and coaxing. He also wants to believe that Kai agreed to his request because there’s something more.
Something a bit like love?
But Uruha needs Kai as his own, a glint of possession that rear its ugly head even more strongly in the recent months
“Happy birthday, you sick fuck.” Kai whispers shyly, eyes glue to the floor and heat rising bit by bit from his toes. And Uruha laughs, loud and unrestrained. It’s amazing, he thinks; the way Kai soothes and bites back in the same breath.
Uruha stands two feet away, slowly unbuttoning his shirt that smells of smoke and cologne from his celebration before with the others at a club. His mouth waters at the way the dark blue blazer he had custom-made fits Kai. Instead of the generic, box-cut style, he had order for a tight fit and short-capped sleeve, perfectly hugging Kai’s body, cinching around his sculpted shoulders. Kai leaves the inside shirt halfway unbuttoned like he had asked, collar folded crisp and clean. Uruha's vision travels lower to the dark green plaid skirt; undeniably short and inappropriate. His eyes crinkle into slits, roaming from Kai’s tanned, muscular thighs to his groin; the bulbous head of his Kai’s length peeking from under the material. The skirt isn’t even long enough to cover him properly. He smirks in satisfaction, the sight sending erotic jolts through his veins.
“Turn around, baby.”
Kai acquiesces, slowly turning and modeling himself for Uruha.
Uruha nearly drools on himself at the spectacle, the rise of Kai’s rear raising the skirt even higher in the back. Two perfectly rounded globes of flesh almost reveal itself in its entirety; honeyed surface waiting to be touched, squeezed, and spanked pink.
A dark, red ribbon is prettily tied around Kai’s neck, an intricate bow that Uruha longs to rip off so he can run his tongue all over that smooth pillar.
Uruha is never gentle with unwrapping gifts; especially presents that make him shake with anticipation.
He circles Kai, fingers brushing random spots of bare skin that catches his fancy before pulling the younger man in a tight embrace, inhaling his sweet scent that sends his mind into a hazy turmoil.
“You like?” Kai giggles into his shoulder, tongue darting out to taste the older man’s taut muscles.
“I love.” He murmurs in all seriousness, hoping Kai will get the hint.
“I like the sound of that,” Kai moans against him. Uruha stills.
“No.” He takes Kai’s hands, chastely kissing each wrist. “Baby, don’t you get it?”
Kai smiles sunshines and touches gold on Uruha’s stomach. “I’m not stupid. Why do you think I agreed to this?”
Pulling away, he deftly works the button and zipper on Uruha’s pants, letting it slide off so the older man can step out and kick it aside.
“Don’t you want to unwrap your present?” He licks the shell of his ear; voice sensual sending Uruha’s senses into overdrive.
Divesting Kai of the blazer and white dress shirt proved to be more rousing than Uruha imagines. He follows every minuscule movement, the way the clean cotton slides off his shoulders like a waterfall. Hungry mouth latches on as soon as the shirt is completely off, lifting Kai from the floor and holding him close. He kisses all over the expanse of his chest, tongue luring his nipples into hard nubs. Kai squirms in pleasure, fingers lacing through Uruha’s hair enjoying the way the fine strands fall through over the back of his hands.
He sets Kai on the bed, back against the headboard in a sitting position. The ribbon still adorns his neck and skirt still snug on his hips, riding up and exposing everything to Uruha’s ravenous stare.
“Touch yourself,” Uruha commands, voice heavy with lust as he roughly holds up the skirt, gripping the thick material in his fists as to stop himself from gripping Kai’s arousal.
“Pervert,” Kai keens playfully, hand already stroking himself into full hardness. He bites his lips and closes his eyes, each breath becoming short pants as he works himself into a tremble.
“Sexy,” he groans, bending down to suck hard on the tip of Kai’s erection, long enough to savor the precum bubbling from his slit.
Kissing Kai thoroughly, he pushes in his tongue to let the younger man taste himself.
Kai spreads his legs wider, watching Uruha and the way his eyes follow his legs stretching apart.
“You little slut.”
“Only for you.”
Uruha sees something pass over Kai’s face, a silhouette of something lovely that he barley catches and stops Kai’s hand mid-stroke.
He is breathing hard, hand reaching for Uruha’s turgid flesh, almost delicately jerking.
“Mine.” He captures Kai in sensuous lip lock, wet and massaging, molding Kai’s lip into a swollen pout.
“Bend over.”
The bed creaks as Kai rests on his hands and knees, raising his voluptuous hips and plump ass for him to do as he pleases. Uruha stares, starving glances feeding on the lewd picture in front of him.
The first slap had Kai falling forward, face pressed into the bed sheets.
Palms rain down on his backside, leaving bright red handprints. Hard slaps couple with squeezes, Uruha enjoying the handful of luscious flesh weighing in his grip. The skin ripples from his assault, the skirt flapping back and forth heightening his carnal desires for the provocative man on all fours.
Kai uses the blanket as a makeshift gag to control his screaming, cheeks red from embarrassment at the vulgar sounds falling from his lips.
Uruha rearranges Kai into a more comfortable position, letting him lie on his stomach, resting his arms and legs that held him up for so long. He surprises him with the gentle kisses and licks on his rear, soothing the stinging pain from his previous onslaught. Soft caresses and nips has Kai whimpering with delight.
“Baby, are you okay?” Concern flickers through Uruha’s mind as he continues alleviating the angry hand marks. Perhaps he was too rough?
“I’m fine,” Kai mewls when Uruha kisses a particularly ticklish spot.
He flips Kai over carefully. “Can I finish unwrapping my present?”
Nodding his consent, Kai lifts his hips as the older man unhooks the skirt, snatching it from under him and throwing it to the floor. Licking his lips and staring at his cock, he is ready to devour Kai alive.
“You forgot something,” Kai smiles as he twirls the end of the ribbon around his fingers.
Kissing around the red material, he fastidiously untied the satin, letting it fall from Kai’s neck as he finally got the chance to run his tongue all over the enticing column.
“What do you want me to do?”
“What do you want to do? It’s your birthday.” Kai laughs like melodious bells. “Sex?”
What else is there?
Uruha shakes his head ‘no.’
“Let me make love to you.”
Kai turns away, beautifully blushing, diamond earring glinting against the casted candlelights.
“Do you love me?” He asks pointedly.
“Yes.” Uruha nods his head eagerly like a child who’s offered ice cream. “For fuck sake, Kai. Yes.”
He lies back, body unconsciously trembling and eyes closed. Uruha quickly coats his fingers while Kai is distracted with his lips; burning kisses to divert his attention away from the probing fingers.
It isn’t long before Kai pushes himself on Uruha’s digits, slowly moving his hips in long ovals to deepen the delicious intrusion while relishing the feeling of Uruha’s arousal grinding on his own.
Pulling his fingers out, he hooks one of Kai’s legs over the crook of his elbow while Kai’s other leg automatically wraps around his waist.
Uruha has never wanted anything so bad as this.
He takes Kai, the younger man accepting him into the most intimate part of his body; the initial thrust slow and delectably filling.
“How is it?” Whispering against those rosy cheeks, his hand slides over the rise of Kai’s hips, gripping tightly as his pushes in faster.
“Heavenly,” Kai murmurs, erotic senses heightening as he struggles not to wantonly beg.
“I like the sound of that.” Using his knees as support and body pressing flat on top of Kai, his short, sharp thrusts become deeper and longer strokes.
“There.” Kai finally lets out the obscene moans he tries to hold back; loud and husky and dripping with want.
“Fuck…right there. Uru…right there…” He cries, filthy and raunchy into Uruha’s ears as Uruha ruthlessly fucks him, penetrating him in that perfect angle that knocks the air from his lungs and catches his body on fire.
Uruha snarls as Kai raises his lush ass, clutching his cock tightly in his searing passage, arching against him and trapping his own cock between their bodies. The friction of their stomachs rubbing and sliding on his reddened flesh throws him over the edge and Uruha’s mind explodes at witnessing the scene before him. Kai comes all over their chests without being stroked, opulent streaks of pearly liquid releases as he quivers, quaking hands fisting the bed sheets.
The older man quickly follows, resistance crumbling into a violent orgasm; thickly spurting into Kai hitting that sensitive bundle that makes the man underneath continuously twitch. Kai tightens his muscles, milking him until he falls slack on top of him.
“Thank you.” -I love you-He kisses Kai’s forehead, tasting the sheen of sweat. “Baby, this is the best birthday. Ever.” Uruha is truly grateful. He knows it was humiliating for Kai to put on that outfit and parade himself for him in such a manner.
“Love you too,” Kai smiles knowingly, fingers brushing back and forth on Uruha’s lower back as Uruha pinches his hips teasingly. “Happy birthday.”
Uruha/Kai
NC-17
1729words
Note: Uruha has an affinity for school girl outfits. It's his birthday. He deserves porn.
Kai waits patiently in the middle of the hotel room, courage meticulously chipping away around the edges as the thumping in his ears becomes unbearable. He hears the keycard swipe and click sealing his fate that evening, and he begins to curse his guilty conscience and generosity. He fidgets, bare feet charting overlapping circles on the Persian carpet and nervously flattening his sideburns out of habit.
Uruha strides across the room, shadow dancing on the ceiling from the numerous candles lining the wall, leisure steps pit-patting as his eyes feast on the sight in front of him. He licks his lips with a predatory gaze, thanking everything in the universe for Kai's consent after hours of hesitation and coaxing. He also wants to believe that Kai agreed to his request because there’s something more.
Something a bit like love?
But Uruha needs Kai as his own, a glint of possession that rear its ugly head even more strongly in the recent months
“Happy birthday, you sick fuck.” Kai whispers shyly, eyes glue to the floor and heat rising bit by bit from his toes. And Uruha laughs, loud and unrestrained. It’s amazing, he thinks; the way Kai soothes and bites back in the same breath.
Uruha stands two feet away, slowly unbuttoning his shirt that smells of smoke and cologne from his celebration before with the others at a club. His mouth waters at the way the dark blue blazer he had custom-made fits Kai. Instead of the generic, box-cut style, he had order for a tight fit and short-capped sleeve, perfectly hugging Kai’s body, cinching around his sculpted shoulders. Kai leaves the inside shirt halfway unbuttoned like he had asked, collar folded crisp and clean. Uruha's vision travels lower to the dark green plaid skirt; undeniably short and inappropriate. His eyes crinkle into slits, roaming from Kai’s tanned, muscular thighs to his groin; the bulbous head of his Kai’s length peeking from under the material. The skirt isn’t even long enough to cover him properly. He smirks in satisfaction, the sight sending erotic jolts through his veins.
“Turn around, baby.”
Kai acquiesces, slowly turning and modeling himself for Uruha.
Uruha nearly drools on himself at the spectacle, the rise of Kai’s rear raising the skirt even higher in the back. Two perfectly rounded globes of flesh almost reveal itself in its entirety; honeyed surface waiting to be touched, squeezed, and spanked pink.
A dark, red ribbon is prettily tied around Kai’s neck, an intricate bow that Uruha longs to rip off so he can run his tongue all over that smooth pillar.
Uruha is never gentle with unwrapping gifts; especially presents that make him shake with anticipation.
He circles Kai, fingers brushing random spots of bare skin that catches his fancy before pulling the younger man in a tight embrace, inhaling his sweet scent that sends his mind into a hazy turmoil.
“You like?” Kai giggles into his shoulder, tongue darting out to taste the older man’s taut muscles.
“I love.” He murmurs in all seriousness, hoping Kai will get the hint.
“I like the sound of that,” Kai moans against him. Uruha stills.
“No.” He takes Kai’s hands, chastely kissing each wrist. “Baby, don’t you get it?”
Kai smiles sunshines and touches gold on Uruha’s stomach. “I’m not stupid. Why do you think I agreed to this?”
Pulling away, he deftly works the button and zipper on Uruha’s pants, letting it slide off so the older man can step out and kick it aside.
“Don’t you want to unwrap your present?” He licks the shell of his ear; voice sensual sending Uruha’s senses into overdrive.
Divesting Kai of the blazer and white dress shirt proved to be more rousing than Uruha imagines. He follows every minuscule movement, the way the clean cotton slides off his shoulders like a waterfall. Hungry mouth latches on as soon as the shirt is completely off, lifting Kai from the floor and holding him close. He kisses all over the expanse of his chest, tongue luring his nipples into hard nubs. Kai squirms in pleasure, fingers lacing through Uruha’s hair enjoying the way the fine strands fall through over the back of his hands.
He sets Kai on the bed, back against the headboard in a sitting position. The ribbon still adorns his neck and skirt still snug on his hips, riding up and exposing everything to Uruha’s ravenous stare.
“Touch yourself,” Uruha commands, voice heavy with lust as he roughly holds up the skirt, gripping the thick material in his fists as to stop himself from gripping Kai’s arousal.
“Pervert,” Kai keens playfully, hand already stroking himself into full hardness. He bites his lips and closes his eyes, each breath becoming short pants as he works himself into a tremble.
“Sexy,” he groans, bending down to suck hard on the tip of Kai’s erection, long enough to savor the precum bubbling from his slit.
Kissing Kai thoroughly, he pushes in his tongue to let the younger man taste himself.
Kai spreads his legs wider, watching Uruha and the way his eyes follow his legs stretching apart.
“You little slut.”
“Only for you.”
Uruha sees something pass over Kai’s face, a silhouette of something lovely that he barley catches and stops Kai’s hand mid-stroke.
He is breathing hard, hand reaching for Uruha’s turgid flesh, almost delicately jerking.
“Mine.” He captures Kai in sensuous lip lock, wet and massaging, molding Kai’s lip into a swollen pout.
“Bend over.”
The bed creaks as Kai rests on his hands and knees, raising his voluptuous hips and plump ass for him to do as he pleases. Uruha stares, starving glances feeding on the lewd picture in front of him.
The first slap had Kai falling forward, face pressed into the bed sheets.
Palms rain down on his backside, leaving bright red handprints. Hard slaps couple with squeezes, Uruha enjoying the handful of luscious flesh weighing in his grip. The skin ripples from his assault, the skirt flapping back and forth heightening his carnal desires for the provocative man on all fours.
Kai uses the blanket as a makeshift gag to control his screaming, cheeks red from embarrassment at the vulgar sounds falling from his lips.
Uruha rearranges Kai into a more comfortable position, letting him lie on his stomach, resting his arms and legs that held him up for so long. He surprises him with the gentle kisses and licks on his rear, soothing the stinging pain from his previous onslaught. Soft caresses and nips has Kai whimpering with delight.
“Baby, are you okay?” Concern flickers through Uruha’s mind as he continues alleviating the angry hand marks. Perhaps he was too rough?
“I’m fine,” Kai mewls when Uruha kisses a particularly ticklish spot.
He flips Kai over carefully. “Can I finish unwrapping my present?”
Nodding his consent, Kai lifts his hips as the older man unhooks the skirt, snatching it from under him and throwing it to the floor. Licking his lips and staring at his cock, he is ready to devour Kai alive.
“You forgot something,” Kai smiles as he twirls the end of the ribbon around his fingers.
Kissing around the red material, he fastidiously untied the satin, letting it fall from Kai’s neck as he finally got the chance to run his tongue all over the enticing column.
“What do you want me to do?”
“What do you want to do? It’s your birthday.” Kai laughs like melodious bells. “Sex?”
What else is there?
Uruha shakes his head ‘no.’
“Let me make love to you.”
Kai turns away, beautifully blushing, diamond earring glinting against the casted candlelights.
“Do you love me?” He asks pointedly.
“Yes.” Uruha nods his head eagerly like a child who’s offered ice cream. “For fuck sake, Kai. Yes.”
He lies back, body unconsciously trembling and eyes closed. Uruha quickly coats his fingers while Kai is distracted with his lips; burning kisses to divert his attention away from the probing fingers.
It isn’t long before Kai pushes himself on Uruha’s digits, slowly moving his hips in long ovals to deepen the delicious intrusion while relishing the feeling of Uruha’s arousal grinding on his own.
Pulling his fingers out, he hooks one of Kai’s legs over the crook of his elbow while Kai’s other leg automatically wraps around his waist.
Uruha has never wanted anything so bad as this.
He takes Kai, the younger man accepting him into the most intimate part of his body; the initial thrust slow and delectably filling.
“How is it?” Whispering against those rosy cheeks, his hand slides over the rise of Kai’s hips, gripping tightly as his pushes in faster.
“Heavenly,” Kai murmurs, erotic senses heightening as he struggles not to wantonly beg.
“I like the sound of that.” Using his knees as support and body pressing flat on top of Kai, his short, sharp thrusts become deeper and longer strokes.
“There.” Kai finally lets out the obscene moans he tries to hold back; loud and husky and dripping with want.
“Fuck…right there. Uru…right there…” He cries, filthy and raunchy into Uruha’s ears as Uruha ruthlessly fucks him, penetrating him in that perfect angle that knocks the air from his lungs and catches his body on fire.
Uruha snarls as Kai raises his lush ass, clutching his cock tightly in his searing passage, arching against him and trapping his own cock between their bodies. The friction of their stomachs rubbing and sliding on his reddened flesh throws him over the edge and Uruha’s mind explodes at witnessing the scene before him. Kai comes all over their chests without being stroked, opulent streaks of pearly liquid releases as he quivers, quaking hands fisting the bed sheets.
The older man quickly follows, resistance crumbling into a violent orgasm; thickly spurting into Kai hitting that sensitive bundle that makes the man underneath continuously twitch. Kai tightens his muscles, milking him until he falls slack on top of him.
“Thank you.” -I love you-He kisses Kai’s forehead, tasting the sheen of sweat. “Baby, this is the best birthday. Ever.” Uruha is truly grateful. He knows it was humiliating for Kai to put on that outfit and parade himself for him in such a manner.
“Love you too,” Kai smiles knowingly, fingers brushing back and forth on Uruha’s lower back as Uruha pinches his hips teasingly. “Happy birthday.”