[FIC] - Insatiable - Uruha/Hiroto - Oneshot
Title: Insatiable
Author: unna_rainchaser
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: smut
Pairings: Hiroto/Uruha
Disclaimer: Not mine, no harm intended...
Comments: Did I really write that? Hoshi~
Rainchaser's Stories
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This is not simply inspired by my relationship, it's 1:1. Like, just changing the characters. Nothing exaggerated. And no, you can't have my husband.
Uruha's throat felt as dry as desert sand. He could barely breathe enough to sate his need for oxygen. He felt dizzy and didn't dare to open his eyes. Fingers combed his hair softly, massaging his skull. His now empty, sprawled out body still kept clenching where Hiroto had been buried a few minutes ago, making his abdomen shiver irregularly.
"You're so beautiful like this." Hiroto whispered, kissing the blond's moist forehead.
Uruha tried to respond a 'Thank you.' but his voice cracked before he could pronounce the first syllable.
"You're thirsty, right?" His lovers voice asked.
With a groan he nodded.
The mattress shifted as the young guitarist bend over the edge to fish for his bottle of water.
"Here." He held it against the taller man's hand.
Uruha closed his fingers around it, still panting. He wasn't even able to lift the half empty bottle. A pained mewl dripped from his lips as he let go off the drink. The dark haired chuckled and took it to fill his mouth with the cool liquid. He bend down, pressing his lips against so he wouldn't spill the water while he let it pour into his lover's mouth.
- - -
"Cum for me, Hiroto." The blond moaned as he rode the other guitarist at a frenzy pace.
"No. Not yet." His hands were pumping the blond's member.
"But I won't last any longer." He was already closing his eyes, trying to evade his orgasm.
"Then cum." He pushed up into the tight heat mercilessly.
It was no use to restrain himself, Uruha climaxed, arching back, oh so vocal expressing his bliss. Hiroto slowed down, watching him twitch and licked the blond's essence off his fingers. As his lover looked back down at him, he was met by a pleased grin. Hiroto sat up, his arms wound around his waist to hold him as he lay him on his back. They kissed, slowly, sharing the salty taste on their tongues. He sped up his thrusts again.
- - -
He repeated to let Uruha drink from his mouth a few times.
"Better?"
"What time is it?" The blond asked in a husky voice.
"Ten past two." Alice nine.'s guitarist answered after a quick glance at the clock.
"You're a monster." Uruha tried to point blindly at his lover with a weak hand.
"You enjoyed it." Hiroto kissed his cheek.
"Three and a half fucking hours..." He groaned, blinking erratically as he opened his eyes.
"You came four times." He took a swig of water himself, feeling quite proud.
"You're a monster!" Uruha repeated and failed at moving his legs.
Hiroto laughed and put the bottle back down beside his bed and lay beside the older, one arm across Uruha's chest. "We're the beauty and the beast, hm?"
Uruha chuckled and turned his head to face the so called beast. "I love you."
"I love you, too." The dark haired let his fingers caress the delicate features.
"You could at least pretend to be tired, though."
- - -
His muscles gave in and he sunk onto his forearms, Hiroto's tight grip on his hips keeping him from going down any further. He just came the third time this night and again Hiroto was just taking deep breaths and slowing down as the blond kept clenching around his cock, trying do drag him into orgasm.
"Fill me." He pleaded.
"No yet, this is too good." He licked sweat off Uruha's neck and set a new pace, moaning deep and carnal.
- - -
Uruha tried to get up, he needed to get to the bathroom. He pushed himself off the bed but as soon as he was on his legs only, his knees went week. He sunk to the ground and let out a frustrated grunt.
"Are you that exhausted?" Hiroto said, getting up himself and laughed, much to the blond's displease.
"As I told you before, you're a monster." He grumbled, leaning on his hands, pondering if he should get up or actually lie down on the floor.
Hiroto scooped him up in his arms and kissed his forehead.
"What are you doing?" The taller man asked.
"Rescuing a damsel in distress." He told the other man as he carried him inside the bathroom.
"I can't believe this." He sighed and rested his head on Hiroto's shoulder.
"You'll get used to it." He kissed Uruha's temple.
- - -
"How are you doing this!" Uruha said with an already cracking voice, his vision getting blurry.
"I just do. This is so good, I don't want it to end."
He kept pounding into the oversensitive body beneath him, sticky with cum and sweat. Four times. He made him come four times this night, three times feeling his beautiful body gripping him tightly like it would never let go of him again, one time greedily drinking his seed. Uruha was the perfect sin, the perfect drug.
"Come on, let go." He gasped with what was left of his voice, clenching his muscles as hard as he could.
He watched Hiroto knitting his brows and clenched even harder. This time it worked, Hiroto lost control and came. He shuddered above Uruha with every spurt of his essence, gripping the sheets until his knuckles went white.
"God, Uruha, yes." His head fell back into his neck as he rode his orgasm passionately, devouring it to the fullest.
- - -
As Uruha stumbled back into the bedroom, the younger had already changed the sheets and invitingly padded the empty space.
"Come here, honey. Get some rest."
"You're going to kill me some day." The blond climbed onto the bed on all fours and flopped down with a thump.
"Nah, you'd just pass out, maybe." Hiroto chuckled and pulled the blanket over their naked bodies.
He turned off the light on the nightstand and snuggled closer to the blond who was yawning shamelessly. He circled his arm around his beloved's torso and closed his eyes.
This was the best part of it, the relaxed, sated state of drifting into sleep with a warm body aligning his own.
So peaceful.
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Now try to imagine this as a woman with the gift of multiple orgasm.
Author: unna_rainchaser
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: smut
Pairings: Hiroto/Uruha
Disclaimer: Not mine, no harm intended...
Comments: Did I really write that? Hoshi~
Rainchaser's Stories
____________________________________________
This is not simply inspired by my relationship, it's 1:1. Like, just changing the characters. Nothing exaggerated. And no, you can't have my husband.
Uruha's throat felt as dry as desert sand. He could barely breathe enough to sate his need for oxygen. He felt dizzy and didn't dare to open his eyes. Fingers combed his hair softly, massaging his skull. His now empty, sprawled out body still kept clenching where Hiroto had been buried a few minutes ago, making his abdomen shiver irregularly.
"You're so beautiful like this." Hiroto whispered, kissing the blond's moist forehead.
Uruha tried to respond a 'Thank you.' but his voice cracked before he could pronounce the first syllable.
"You're thirsty, right?" His lovers voice asked.
With a groan he nodded.
The mattress shifted as the young guitarist bend over the edge to fish for his bottle of water.
"Here." He held it against the taller man's hand.
Uruha closed his fingers around it, still panting. He wasn't even able to lift the half empty bottle. A pained mewl dripped from his lips as he let go off the drink. The dark haired chuckled and took it to fill his mouth with the cool liquid. He bend down, pressing his lips against so he wouldn't spill the water while he let it pour into his lover's mouth.
- - -
"Cum for me, Hiroto." The blond moaned as he rode the other guitarist at a frenzy pace.
"No. Not yet." His hands were pumping the blond's member.
"But I won't last any longer." He was already closing his eyes, trying to evade his orgasm.
"Then cum." He pushed up into the tight heat mercilessly.
It was no use to restrain himself, Uruha climaxed, arching back, oh so vocal expressing his bliss. Hiroto slowed down, watching him twitch and licked the blond's essence off his fingers. As his lover looked back down at him, he was met by a pleased grin. Hiroto sat up, his arms wound around his waist to hold him as he lay him on his back. They kissed, slowly, sharing the salty taste on their tongues. He sped up his thrusts again.
- - -
He repeated to let Uruha drink from his mouth a few times.
"Better?"
"What time is it?" The blond asked in a husky voice.
"Ten past two." Alice nine.'s guitarist answered after a quick glance at the clock.
"You're a monster." Uruha tried to point blindly at his lover with a weak hand.
"You enjoyed it." Hiroto kissed his cheek.
"Three and a half fucking hours..." He groaned, blinking erratically as he opened his eyes.
"You came four times." He took a swig of water himself, feeling quite proud.
"You're a monster!" Uruha repeated and failed at moving his legs.
Hiroto laughed and put the bottle back down beside his bed and lay beside the older, one arm across Uruha's chest. "We're the beauty and the beast, hm?"
Uruha chuckled and turned his head to face the so called beast. "I love you."
"I love you, too." The dark haired let his fingers caress the delicate features.
"You could at least pretend to be tired, though."
- - -
His muscles gave in and he sunk onto his forearms, Hiroto's tight grip on his hips keeping him from going down any further. He just came the third time this night and again Hiroto was just taking deep breaths and slowing down as the blond kept clenching around his cock, trying do drag him into orgasm.
"Fill me." He pleaded.
"No yet, this is too good." He licked sweat off Uruha's neck and set a new pace, moaning deep and carnal.
- - -
Uruha tried to get up, he needed to get to the bathroom. He pushed himself off the bed but as soon as he was on his legs only, his knees went week. He sunk to the ground and let out a frustrated grunt.
"Are you that exhausted?" Hiroto said, getting up himself and laughed, much to the blond's displease.
"As I told you before, you're a monster." He grumbled, leaning on his hands, pondering if he should get up or actually lie down on the floor.
Hiroto scooped him up in his arms and kissed his forehead.
"What are you doing?" The taller man asked.
"Rescuing a damsel in distress." He told the other man as he carried him inside the bathroom.
"I can't believe this." He sighed and rested his head on Hiroto's shoulder.
"You'll get used to it." He kissed Uruha's temple.
- - -
"How are you doing this!" Uruha said with an already cracking voice, his vision getting blurry.
"I just do. This is so good, I don't want it to end."
He kept pounding into the oversensitive body beneath him, sticky with cum and sweat. Four times. He made him come four times this night, three times feeling his beautiful body gripping him tightly like it would never let go of him again, one time greedily drinking his seed. Uruha was the perfect sin, the perfect drug.
"Come on, let go." He gasped with what was left of his voice, clenching his muscles as hard as he could.
He watched Hiroto knitting his brows and clenched even harder. This time it worked, Hiroto lost control and came. He shuddered above Uruha with every spurt of his essence, gripping the sheets until his knuckles went white.
"God, Uruha, yes." His head fell back into his neck as he rode his orgasm passionately, devouring it to the fullest.
- - -
As Uruha stumbled back into the bedroom, the younger had already changed the sheets and invitingly padded the empty space.
"Come here, honey. Get some rest."
"You're going to kill me some day." The blond climbed onto the bed on all fours and flopped down with a thump.
"Nah, you'd just pass out, maybe." Hiroto chuckled and pulled the blanket over their naked bodies.
He turned off the light on the nightstand and snuggled closer to the blond who was yawning shamelessly. He circled his arm around his beloved's torso and closed his eyes.
This was the best part of it, the relaxed, sated state of drifting into sleep with a warm body aligning his own.
So peaceful.
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Now try to imagine this as a woman with the gift of multiple orgasm.