[FIC] - TIES THAT BIND - HIROTO/TORA - NC-17
Title: Ties that bind
Author: unna_rainchaser
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: smut
Pairing: Hiroto/Tora
Disclaimer: Not mine, no harm intended...
Comments: I just needed that mental image written down, so it wont bug me all day long. Yes, Hiroto is not with Uruha this time :O Bah, it's short.
Rainchaser's Stories
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Nothing more than a pair of boots and gray pants lay next to the chair occupied by two almost fully clothed guitarists.
A red tie was wound around Hiroto's right hand, tightly, in a hard grip. He tugged on it, bringing Tora down harshly to lure him into a biting kiss. His left hand was busy beneath Tora's skirt, stroking strong thighs riding him.
"They are next door, Tora-shi, all of them." The smaller man spoke against abused lips.
"I know." His eyes were squeezed shut and he concentrated on the feeling of being filled by his lover.
"What would they say when they see you like this? Being little Pon's bitch." He tugged on the tie again, eliciting a moan from the taller.
"I don't care."
He gasped as he felt a finger touching his stretched entrance, bucking against it. As soon as he leaned backwards he was pulled forward again, the tie around his neck digging into his skin for a second.
"Come on, make some noise." The smaller bit his neck lightly, making sure that he won't leave any marks.
The smaller pushed hard into the body in his lap, nailing his prostrate. He wanted to hear those addictive, intoxicating moans he was craving for ever since they started this shooting.
"God, again, please!" His head lolled back, offering his lover more skin to nibble on.
He sped up, pushing down feverishly onto Hiroto who met him with equal desperate thrusts. The head of his cock kept rubbing against the scratchy material of his black skirt which kept soaking with his precum.
"Please, Hiroto." He mewled.
"No." He pulled him down for another short yet fierce kiss. "You're not supposed to cum, you'd ruin this fine skirt of yours."
Tora tried to arch back, to get a better angle so he might chase after his orgasm but the tie in his lover's hand kept him in place.
"I said no!" The younger growled.
He winced as fingers closed firmly around the base of his cock. He really meant no this time. The purple haired gave in, clenching his muscles around Hiroto to pleasure him, to bring him to completion. Maybe he'd earn some sort of treat for this, he hoped. He placed his lips near the younger's ear, moaning deeply for him, knowing nothing turned Hiroto more on than his voice, so he could have it.
"Harder, don't hold back." He spoke sultry.
Tora felt the thrusts turn irregular, so he set the pace himself to a relentless grinding of hips.
"Fill me, Hiroshi." He clenched again, trying to push him over the edge.
"Tora!" The younger hissed, his brows knit.
"That's it, give it to me."
Tora hummed at every spurt he felt inside him. He watched him drown in his bliss, chest heaving to pump air into his needy lungs. He wanted to kiss him, but the slumped down arm still held his tie.
"Get up." Hiroto mumbled, letting go.
The taller did as he was told, letting the other slide out of his body. He was eyed suspiciously.
"You want to come too. I know you want my lips around you." Tora nodded. "You'll get them later, at home." He did up his red pants and watched Tora pulling up his gray ones.
As the taller bend down to pick up his boots he felt a hand slap his bum.
"I hope you did notice that I wear a tie, too." Hiroto said with a smirk as he headed for the door to join the other guitarists.
Yes, he did notice and he'd put it to good use for sure. He rushed to catch up.
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Yeah, my smut sucks... I think I should use more time to write, huh? An hour, tsk.
Author: unna_rainchaser
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: smut
Pairing: Hiroto/Tora
Disclaimer: Not mine, no harm intended...
Comments: I just needed that mental image written down, so it wont bug me all day long. Yes, Hiroto is not with Uruha this time :O Bah, it's short.
Rainchaser's Stories
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Nothing more than a pair of boots and gray pants lay next to the chair occupied by two almost fully clothed guitarists.
A red tie was wound around Hiroto's right hand, tightly, in a hard grip. He tugged on it, bringing Tora down harshly to lure him into a biting kiss. His left hand was busy beneath Tora's skirt, stroking strong thighs riding him.
"They are next door, Tora-shi, all of them." The smaller man spoke against abused lips.
"I know." His eyes were squeezed shut and he concentrated on the feeling of being filled by his lover.
"What would they say when they see you like this? Being little Pon's bitch." He tugged on the tie again, eliciting a moan from the taller.
"I don't care."
He gasped as he felt a finger touching his stretched entrance, bucking against it. As soon as he leaned backwards he was pulled forward again, the tie around his neck digging into his skin for a second.
"Come on, make some noise." The smaller bit his neck lightly, making sure that he won't leave any marks.
The smaller pushed hard into the body in his lap, nailing his prostrate. He wanted to hear those addictive, intoxicating moans he was craving for ever since they started this shooting.
"God, again, please!" His head lolled back, offering his lover more skin to nibble on.
He sped up, pushing down feverishly onto Hiroto who met him with equal desperate thrusts. The head of his cock kept rubbing against the scratchy material of his black skirt which kept soaking with his precum.
"Please, Hiroto." He mewled.
"No." He pulled him down for another short yet fierce kiss. "You're not supposed to cum, you'd ruin this fine skirt of yours."
Tora tried to arch back, to get a better angle so he might chase after his orgasm but the tie in his lover's hand kept him in place.
"I said no!" The younger growled.
He winced as fingers closed firmly around the base of his cock. He really meant no this time. The purple haired gave in, clenching his muscles around Hiroto to pleasure him, to bring him to completion. Maybe he'd earn some sort of treat for this, he hoped. He placed his lips near the younger's ear, moaning deeply for him, knowing nothing turned Hiroto more on than his voice, so he could have it.
"Harder, don't hold back." He spoke sultry.
Tora felt the thrusts turn irregular, so he set the pace himself to a relentless grinding of hips.
"Fill me, Hiroshi." He clenched again, trying to push him over the edge.
"Tora!" The younger hissed, his brows knit.
"That's it, give it to me."
Tora hummed at every spurt he felt inside him. He watched him drown in his bliss, chest heaving to pump air into his needy lungs. He wanted to kiss him, but the slumped down arm still held his tie.
"Get up." Hiroto mumbled, letting go.
The taller did as he was told, letting the other slide out of his body. He was eyed suspiciously.
"You want to come too. I know you want my lips around you." Tora nodded. "You'll get them later, at home." He did up his red pants and watched Tora pulling up his gray ones.
As the taller bend down to pick up his boots he felt a hand slap his bum.
"I hope you did notice that I wear a tie, too." Hiroto said with a smirk as he headed for the door to join the other guitarists.
Yes, he did notice and he'd put it to good use for sure. He rushed to catch up.
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Yeah, my smut sucks... I think I should use more time to write, huh? An hour, tsk.