[FIC] - Crawl - Tora/Hiroto - NC-17 - Oneshot
Title: Crawl
Author: unna_rainchaser
Rating: NC-17
Genre: trivial romance?
Pairings: Tora/Hiroto
Disclaimer: Not mine, no harm intended.
Comments: Written for tingedwords.
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It had been just a bug in his hotel room, crawling it's nasty, curvy way from the bathroom towards his bed. Even if someone would kill it, he wouldn't be able to sleep. Where there was one bug, more couldn't be far off.
Hence, he pulled on his black hoodie and a pair of socks and peeked his head out of his room. The key in his hand, he closed the door, locking the bug up.
Soon he found himself in Hiroto's room. Just a moment later, he found Hiroto in his lap and trying to laugh and kiss him at the same time.
"It's just a cockroach, Tora."
He only growled in response, not quite sure what to do with himself. Everything was a blur. Everything, from the moment he stepped into the smaller man's room, where Hiroto sat on his bed, playing guitar, shirtless, his hair still wet. As he looked up at him, with his lips bitten from concentration, red and full and alluring, something had slipped. Tora had complimented him and now, with Hiroto's tongue caressing his own, he couldn't even remember what he had said.
"You can stay here, if you want to." And his thighs just held a little tighter to Tora's. "No bugs." A nip on his chin.
The skin beneath his pads was just too warm, too soft and the muscles too taunt to say no. The man was too loved already to ever say no.
And then, with Hiroto curving beneath him, bending and pushing, he felt the heat crawl under his skin, like a fever. The younger was pulling him closer, his arms encircling his broad shoulders, kissing him hungry, gasping against his lips.
It had been rushed and rough, a raw love to be worked on, to shape and care for. But, like everything in life, it needs a point to start from. The mix of adoring mock and toppled pleasure created comfort, in it's own odd way.
They knew they could become more of everything, looking into each others eyes, laughing at nothing in particular, entwining fingers.
"Can you sleep now?" Hiroto asked.
Tora simply nodded and nuzzled the crown of the other man's hair.
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...What the?
Author: unna_rainchaser
Rating: NC-17
Genre: trivial romance?
Pairings: Tora/Hiroto
Disclaimer: Not mine, no harm intended.
Comments: Written for tingedwords.
Rainchaser's Archive
______________________________
It had been just a bug in his hotel room, crawling it's nasty, curvy way from the bathroom towards his bed. Even if someone would kill it, he wouldn't be able to sleep. Where there was one bug, more couldn't be far off.
Hence, he pulled on his black hoodie and a pair of socks and peeked his head out of his room. The key in his hand, he closed the door, locking the bug up.
Soon he found himself in Hiroto's room. Just a moment later, he found Hiroto in his lap and trying to laugh and kiss him at the same time.
"It's just a cockroach, Tora."
He only growled in response, not quite sure what to do with himself. Everything was a blur. Everything, from the moment he stepped into the smaller man's room, where Hiroto sat on his bed, playing guitar, shirtless, his hair still wet. As he looked up at him, with his lips bitten from concentration, red and full and alluring, something had slipped. Tora had complimented him and now, with Hiroto's tongue caressing his own, he couldn't even remember what he had said.
"You can stay here, if you want to." And his thighs just held a little tighter to Tora's. "No bugs." A nip on his chin.
The skin beneath his pads was just too warm, too soft and the muscles too taunt to say no. The man was too loved already to ever say no.
And then, with Hiroto curving beneath him, bending and pushing, he felt the heat crawl under his skin, like a fever. The younger was pulling him closer, his arms encircling his broad shoulders, kissing him hungry, gasping against his lips.
It had been rushed and rough, a raw love to be worked on, to shape and care for. But, like everything in life, it needs a point to start from. The mix of adoring mock and toppled pleasure created comfort, in it's own odd way.
They knew they could become more of everything, looking into each others eyes, laughing at nothing in particular, entwining fingers.
"Can you sleep now?" Hiroto asked.
Tora simply nodded and nuzzled the crown of the other man's hair.
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...What the?