[FIC] - Love Drunk - Hiroto/Uruha - Oneshot
Title: Love Drunk
Author: unna_rainchaser
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: IT'S PORN! Just read it, will you.
Pairings: Hiroto/Uruha
Disclaimer: Not mine, no harm intended.
Comments: So what would happen if you give Hiroto Red Bull... It was supposed to be crack, but somehow it didn't work D: So now it's just some piece of porn.
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"Look what I have for you." Uruha purred with his cheek pressed against a can of Red Bull. "It's ice cold and all yours." He spread his gartered legs a little, his hand sliding down one of his creamy thighs. "I know you want it as much as I do."
Hiroto gulped. He knew he shouldn't drink it. He wouldn't be able to sleep at all. He'd be getting on everyone's nerves in the morning. But how could he say no when Uruha, his Uruha, was tempting him like that? All needy and alluring in his black and purple garters, hotpants and middle corset kneeling on their red bed, obviously aroused.
"Don't you want it?" Uruha asked with hooded eyes, flicking his pink tongue out over the moist can like it was some cock.
"I want it." Hiroto answered in a raspy breath.
"Come here and take it." With one finger the blond gestured him to come closer since he was still standing in the door frame.
Hiroto let go of the handle and unbuttoned his vest to drop it on his way, just like his tie. As he was in the blond's reach, Uruha hooked a finger on his belt and pulled him closer.
"Drink this while I take care of your clothes." He sat down on the edge of the bed and guided Hiroto to stand between his open legs.
The younger took the can and opened it, taking in the sickeningly sweet smell of the beverage. He shouldn't do this.
"Don't worry, I'll tire you out." The blond purred and undid Hiroto's shirt with skilled fingers.
He wasn't doing this for the first time, the first wasn't even his fault. It was Reita who wanted to play a prank on them. He had mixed Red Bull into Hiroto's harmless coke, glass after glass, until the young guitarist was bursting with energy and threw Uruha on the table and grind against him, as if he was about to take him right there and then. Maybe he would have done that if Aki hadn't pulled him off his lover to hand him his car keys. Get a room! I'll kick Reita's ass. he had said and pulled Uruha to his feet to shove both towards the exit.
Uruha kissed his lover's bare chest, loving the feel of firm muscle beneath his lips. He drew a line with his tongue up to his throat to lap at the bobbing adam's apple. Hiroto seemed to be as eager as Uruha or he wouldn't gulp the Red Bull down so fast. The blond sucked on his neck as he unbuckled and pulled off the belt.
"You kept me waiting." He complained in a playful tone, traveling downwards with his mouth to the hem of the black jeans.
The brunette crumbled the empty can in his hand. "You know how these meetings are. Sometimes they won't stop talking."
He dropped his gaze to look into Uruha's eyes, dark with lust. It's one of those nights. The nights when Uruha wouldn't get enough. He pulled down the zipper and freed Hiroto's semi hard erection to rub his tongue against the head once, being to tease.
"I missed you. I got worked up so bad, being here all alone thinking about you." He licked a wet line from the base all along the shaft and dipped the tip of his tongue in the slit. How proud he felt as the flesh throbbed in his hand, thickening and darkening.
"I'd say you used your time quite well. You dressed up for me, gorgeous." Hiroto placed a hand on Uruha's blond locks, urging him to go on. A deep moan escaped his lips as that sinful mouth enclosed his member, taking him in dangerously slow. He shook his open shirt off. Hiroto watched his cock sink deep into the wet cavern, licking his lips and tightening his grip on Uruha's hair. The blond swallowed around him, enjoying the sounds that escaped the smaller man. He sucked a little harder and pushed the pants down, getting rid of the tight red boxers at the same time. His tongue rubbed hard against the aching member, trying to reach as much veined skin as possible. All those years taught him quite well what Hiroto needed to get off.
The younger massaged the scalp and let the can drop to use both hands to hold Uruha's head in place as he began to shallowly thrust past those succulent reddened lips into his accepting throat. Oh how the blond moaned so deliciously as he did so, sending vibrations all the way through his body. Uruha reached up and scratched his black nails across Hiroto's hip bones, making the young man shiver as heat bolted down his spine. He wouldn't last long, but that was exactly what Uruha was aiming for. He'd literally drain his lover tonight.
He gripped his slender hips hard to stop him and set his own pace. Hiroto's heavy breathing encouraged him to go faster, retreating a little with every bob of his head. His right hand encircled the throbbing length to pump it along his rhythm. He sucked hard on th dripping head, using his teeth carefully for a little thrill. Uruha looked up, past the already damp chest to lock his eyes with Hiroto's. The brunette's brows were creased and his orbs glaced with desire. Uruha felt how his muscles started to twitch, he was close.
He let his mouth glide off the stiff member and moved his hand fast to push Hiroto further towards the edge. He grinned lewdly as he felt Hiroto hips jerk and opened his mouth to press the head of the younger man's cock against his tongue.
A deep groan passed Hiroto's lips as his orgasm struck his trembling body. His eyes were fixed on the obscene display how his cum spurt into Uruha's willing mouth. The blond milked him, mewling at the taste as he swallowed the essence of his work. Pulling back, he licked his swollen lips like a cat that got the cream.
Moving backwards, he crawled onto the middle of the bed. Uruha propped himself on his elbows and spread his beautifully dressed legs, offering himself like a whore. He threw his head back to show off his pale neckline just waiting to be abused by teeth and lips. Hiroto climbed atop his body, between those long limbs in garters to bite down on his throat. Uruha gasped and lowered himself down on the crimson red blankets, pulling Hiroto along with his arms around his neck.
Leaning on one arm, Hiroto ghosts his fingers over the hard bulge in Uruha's hotpants, feeling a moist spot on the tip. He nibbled his way up to Uruha's jawline, kissing further until he reached his mouth.
"You want me, don't you." He breathed over the blond's lips.
"Yes, badly." Uruha gasped as the brunette rubbed his palm against his arousal.
"So bad you gave me Red Bull. You know what that means." He gripped Uruha's length through the thin fabric and squeezed.
"Yes!" He tried to catch those full lips hovering above his own, but Hiroto wouldn't let him.
"Tell me." Hiroto began to move his hand slowly, the friction caused by the material of the short pants teasing the stiff member.
"You'll take me hard and rough-" A deep moaned interrupted the blond, caused by Hiroto's hand reaching underneath the thin fabric to touch his stiff length. "Until I can barely move."
Hiroto pressed his lips against Uruha's, parting them with his tongue to engulf his lover in the heat that started to boil inside him. With one hand he pulled down the hotpants to the knees and moved out of the way, knowing Uruha would struggle them off. The kiss deepened and Hiroto kept swallowing down Uruha's moans as he stroked his rigid cock and smeared the precum over the head with his callused thump. The blond kept writhing beneath him, trying to thrust into the younger's fist. Hiroto let go of Uruha's length. His hand traveled upwards, a finger tracing along the lines of the purple pattern on his black brocade middle corset that surrounded the guitarist's waist. It wasn't that tight and gave Uruha enough wiggle room to move sensually for his lover.
"When did you get this?" He asked between kisses.
"I picked it up when you left for the meeting. Custom made. Just for you." Uruha curved his back to press against Hiroto. He was in dire need of more contact.
"It's suits you." He hand traveled back down, feeling the same pattern on the garter belt. "You can leave it on if you want to."
Uruha nodded and captured the brunette's lips with a needy groan. He spread his legs a little wider, signaling Hiroto to move on. Taking the cue, the younger reached for his entrance.
"You little slut!" Hiroto tugged on a looped cord that led past the tight ring.
"I was bored." Uruha said with a smug smile and wiggled his ass.
"And you couldn't wait for me." A slap on pale thighs underlined his words.
"I did! I'm wearing this for hours!" He tried to defend himself.
Hiroto snorted and tugged again, eliciting a sultry moan from the man beneath him. "I should have known when I smelled strawberries."
"I should have bought scentless lube, though." Uruha grabbed his neglected cock and pulled on it languidly.
"No, this is how I always want you. Strawberries and champagne." He puled on the string until one ball popped out of the flushed body, the metal ball inside it rolling and vibrating quietly.
Uruha mewled at the loss of pressure inside him and squeezed his member to gain more pleasure. The second ball left his passage and his body began to clench on the emptiness. Hiroto threw the little toy somewhere near the foot of their bed and enjoyed the little pained noises Uruha made, desperate to get filled again. The blond arches his back off the matress as two fingers were pushed harshly into him.
"Waiting for me, all lubed up and stretched, with Red Bull to get it hard. You can be such a slut for me."
"Only for you." Uruha groaned, pushing down on the fingers shamelessly while he kept jerking himself off.
Dripping precum tainted his garter belt but he couldn't care less. Lips and teeth started to abuse his left nipple, biting, sucking on it until it was a hard little nub. A strangled moan filled the air as Hiroto started to rub on that bundle of nerves in his lovers body, feeling him tighten around his fingers. He moved to mirror his actions on the second nipple, relishing on the sounds Uruha made while he scissored his digits, making sure his the taller was ready for him.
"Lube?" If Uruha had used it to get the balls inside him, he knew where it was.
The blond reached beneath a pillow and presented the little tube he was asked for. There was no need to prepare him any further, not when he was already fucking himself on Hiroto's fingers like that. Hiroto sat back on his heels and piled up a few pillows against the headboard to sit down comfortably with his legs sprawled out in a lazy manner. He laid back, stroking his own member and gestured his lover to come closer. Uruha coated Hiroto's hard arousal in the sweet smelling lubricant and tossed the tube aside.
"Come here and ride me while you still can." He pulled the blond onto his lap, positioning him perfectly.
"You think I can't keep up with you, hm?" Uruha purred and felt the head of Hiroto's cock press against his entrance.
He lowered himself, pushing it past the tight ring to impale himself. The brunette kept caressing his smooth thighs, marveling the taut muscles beneath the creamy skin. Inch by inch he buried the rigid flesh inside his body, clenching down to trigger a guttural moan from the other man. Too slow, too teasing. Hiroto gripped his hips and rammed himself deep into the blond, up to the hilt and prevented Uruha from moving on his own. He gasped in shock at first, but soon he let his head fall back and moaned something remotely close to his lover's name. He arched his back and placed his hands on Hiroto's shins. The grip on his hips loosened and he took the cue to start rocking. Hiroto's eyes roamed over the firm chest, moist with sweat and graced with two pink buds. The belly button was hidden beneath the corset that was already tinged with several dark spots, some already turning white. The straps were idly holding on to the garters, stretched and rubbing the silken skin beneath them. The mere sight displayed for the young guitarist could make some people come. He cupped each butt cheek in one hand and guided the blond's carnal dance in his lap. He wasn't thrusting up into the hot tunnel. All he wanted right now was watching Uruha enjoying himself on his cock.
He couldn't hold still for long, though, the caffeine and taurine in his veins pumping a tingly feeling all over his body. He hands glided upwards on the blond's torso, pulling him against his chest so he could press his heels against the mattress and slam into the willing body. Uruha held onto his shoulders, moaning without any restriction. He pushed down when Hiroto thrust up, meeting his every movement eager to increase the force of impact, making flesh slap against flesh. Both men are panting but still had enough breath to kiss each other sloppy, letting tongues meet between their bodies and dance in mid-air.
"Harder..." Uruha gasped.
Hiroto was more than willing to fulfill his request and started pounding into him, rough and raw. No one but Uruha could make him feel like this, so aroused and hard it almost hurt. No one could sate and please him like Uruha, wearing him out and pushing him to the limit. He felt the first tremors running through the lithe guitarist, signaling his was close. He shifted a little, changing the angle to hit Uruha's prostate dead on, making him cry out in heat. Hiroto didn't give him any time to come down from his shock of pleasure and hit it again, pushing him closer and closer to climax. Uruha whimpers and grabs his own cock, pumping desperately to reach completion. Hiroto kept nailing that sweet spot inside him at a frenzy pace. For a few seconds the blond held his breath as every muscle clenched and his orgasm hit him full force. He releases the air from his lungs in a sexual moan shaking with every spurt of his essence that tainted his hand and lower abdomen, adding more marks on the expensive brocade. Hiroto slowed down his thrusts and held his trembling lover upright on his lap, moving his hip shallowly and enjoying the spasming walls gripping his length oh so tightly.
Hiroto gave Uruha time to catch his breath, kissing his jawline tenderly and nuzzling his damp cheek. He reached for the nightstand to pull out a bunch of tissues from the box he kept there to wipe his lover's cum off. He crumpled the thin paper into a ball and threw it somewhere he didn't really care. The sticky hand of the blond was cleaned by his tongue itself, licking each digit and worshiping Uruha's taste with coarse moans.
"You alright?" Hiroto asked, lapping at the palm like cat.
Uruha rocked his hips, the thick cock pressing against his inner, oversensitive walls making him shiver. "Go on, you know I want it too."
Hiroto wrapped his arms around the blond's chest and locked their lips with a feverish kiss. He rolled them over, pushing the pillows aside, making the pile topple and one drop to the floor. They always had the tendency to get a little messy, maybe knock some things off. Especially during their little intermezzos in break rooms or studios. They had broken several things ruined a few pieces of furniture so far when both couldn't hold back any longer. Why wait until you're at home when no one was around?
Strands were wet and sticking to Uruha's chest, drawing dark lines, adorning the pale skin.
"You don't need to hold back on me." He jerked his hips to encourage Hiroto to move deeper, harder, simply more.
"Don't blame me in the morning." The brunette spoke against his neck where he bit playfully down to make the man beneath him squeal.
"I never did that." He wiggled his hips, rolling them sensually against Hiroto.
"Cause you're a good bitch." A firm slap hit Uruha right thigh, eliciting an appreciating hiss.
The younger sped up, thrusting harshly into the tight heat. Long legs clothed in black and purple striped nylon closed around his waist, urging him to go harder.
He arched his back up against the firm chest, the sheets sticking to his back. "Yes, like this!"
Those words were invigorating to Hiroto, just like the never ending mantra of moans dripping from Uruha's sinful lips as he slammed his cock forcefully into the wanton guitarist. He captured that enticing mouth with his own, drinking the sounds, feeling them vibrate against his lips. Uruha's hands gripped the sheets like he tried to old on to them.
"I love you." Hiroto breathed against Uruha mouth. And that he did, with his entire being.
"Love you too, but please, fuck me harder!" The words came out ragged. "Fuck me like an animal."
Hiroto gripped the headboard with one hand for better leverage, the other forced a sturdy grasp on Uruha's hip. The blond was whimpering beneath him, desperately trying to keep up with the frantic rhythm. He was panting and squirming and yet asking for more.
"Harder!" The cried out, demanding endurance from his own body.
The brunette pulled out, ignoring the pained mewl is caused. "Turn around."
He watched the blond positioning on all fours, perking up his ass so adorably obscene. His entrance was gaping and twitching as if it was begging for being stuffed again. Hiroto pushed down on Uruha's back, between his shoulder blades, so his chest crashed down on the damp sheets, pressing a gasp out of him. This sight of Uruha, so willing, sinful, submissive and needy, he wanted to memorize every single detail.
"Hiroto..." the other man whined, bending his back like stretching cat.
The younger shoved himself back into the pleading hole. The blond groaned and pressed back, taking him in to the hilt, feeling his own pulse beat against the rigid, hard member inside him. Hiroto gripped the headboard again, his other hand clawing Uruha's shoulder to pull him against every brutal jerk of his hips. Uruha was asking for it, for the maddening pace and almost painful clashing of sweaty flesh against flesh. He was losing himself in their carnal, scourging act, moaning in a raspy voice.
Hiroto felt how he was getting closer to climax, the heat settling in his lower body. He slouched forward but kept pounding into Uruha mercilessly. He wanted to melt into him to feel what he was feeling right now forever. This burning heat flooding his entire being, the peak of passion, of pure sex just before you find completion.
"Uruha!" He groaned, dragging the vowels out, shuddering, hasten even more, hammering into his sin.
"Come! Let go!" The blond answered, his finger digging into the sheets.
Both men were close, their bodies trembling and the rhythm becoming irregular. Hiroto couldn't hold on himself any longer.
"Fill me..." Uruha begged.
Clenching his muscles and tugging on his own leaking erection, Uruha was ready to join his lover any moment in his bliss. A salty pearl dropped down on his back back, mingling into his own sweat. Hiroto's hips snapped forward, locking in their position buried as deep as possible in Uruha's accepting body. He came hard, screaming out his pleasure as it hit him, pouring his seed into his lover's tight passage. His eyes rolled back and he felt delirious for a moment, enjoying his orgasm to the fullest. He leaned on Uruha's back, keeping some of his weight with the hand still tightly holding on to the headboard. His vision was blurry and his fimally sated body began to feel drowsy.
The best was yet to come. Uruha uttered his name, jerking himself off with giddy fingers. Hiroto could feel all of it right through his cock that was still sheathed inside the blond. It began with irregular spasming and shivers. He saw the muscles on his back flex and felt the beloved thighs tremble under his touch. He came undone, so damn tight it almost hurt Hiroto's softening member, letting him join the addictive moans once more. If anything was left, Uruha would have milked it out of him right now, draining him to his last drop like he owned it. Then, he relaxed, taking deep breaths to sooth his racing heartbeat.
Hiroto glided off him, falling down next to Uruha on the mattress. They looked into each other's eyes, grinning so very pleased.
"I can't move." Uruha tried to speak, his voice hoarse and dry.
Hiroto chuckled out of breath and pushed against Uruha's still perked up butt. He fell over, snorting and mumbling a 'Thank you.' towards the laughing brunette. His eyes were already fluttering, he was so exhausted. Hiroto grabbed a few tissues and wiped half heartedly the white stickiness off Uruha's hand and the spot where it dripped down on their bed. He was far to spent to do more than that, so he tossed the paper to the floor. He pulled a blanket up to cover their bodies and shifted closer to the dazed guitarist and shared a last lazy kiss with him until Uruha dozed off. The peaceful silence of the aftermath surrounding them made them an easy target for Morpheus. With one arm draped over Uruha's waist he fell asleep himself, sated, drained, relaxed.
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Phew~
I totally blame Drella, it makes me hornier than anything I've ever experienced.
Longest oneshot and first full PWP I've ever written! It's smut, not fluff! Oh my! Too filthy? Too un-filthy? Geez, I have no idea. Tried my best, anyway. Even though I should feel ashamed for some puns XD.
Trent!Uruha quote is fun. Mwaha.
Comments are smex love!
Author: unna_rainchaser
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: IT'S PORN! Just read it, will you.
Pairings: Hiroto/Uruha
Disclaimer: Not mine, no harm intended.
Comments: So what would happen if you give Hiroto Red Bull... It was supposed to be crack, but somehow it didn't work D: So now it's just some piece of porn.
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"Look what I have for you." Uruha purred with his cheek pressed against a can of Red Bull. "It's ice cold and all yours." He spread his gartered legs a little, his hand sliding down one of his creamy thighs. "I know you want it as much as I do."
Hiroto gulped. He knew he shouldn't drink it. He wouldn't be able to sleep at all. He'd be getting on everyone's nerves in the morning. But how could he say no when Uruha, his Uruha, was tempting him like that? All needy and alluring in his black and purple garters, hotpants and middle corset kneeling on their red bed, obviously aroused.
"Don't you want it?" Uruha asked with hooded eyes, flicking his pink tongue out over the moist can like it was some cock.
"I want it." Hiroto answered in a raspy breath.
"Come here and take it." With one finger the blond gestured him to come closer since he was still standing in the door frame.
Hiroto let go of the handle and unbuttoned his vest to drop it on his way, just like his tie. As he was in the blond's reach, Uruha hooked a finger on his belt and pulled him closer.
"Drink this while I take care of your clothes." He sat down on the edge of the bed and guided Hiroto to stand between his open legs.
The younger took the can and opened it, taking in the sickeningly sweet smell of the beverage. He shouldn't do this.
"Don't worry, I'll tire you out." The blond purred and undid Hiroto's shirt with skilled fingers.
He wasn't doing this for the first time, the first wasn't even his fault. It was Reita who wanted to play a prank on them. He had mixed Red Bull into Hiroto's harmless coke, glass after glass, until the young guitarist was bursting with energy and threw Uruha on the table and grind against him, as if he was about to take him right there and then. Maybe he would have done that if Aki hadn't pulled him off his lover to hand him his car keys. Get a room! I'll kick Reita's ass. he had said and pulled Uruha to his feet to shove both towards the exit.
Uruha kissed his lover's bare chest, loving the feel of firm muscle beneath his lips. He drew a line with his tongue up to his throat to lap at the bobbing adam's apple. Hiroto seemed to be as eager as Uruha or he wouldn't gulp the Red Bull down so fast. The blond sucked on his neck as he unbuckled and pulled off the belt.
"You kept me waiting." He complained in a playful tone, traveling downwards with his mouth to the hem of the black jeans.
The brunette crumbled the empty can in his hand. "You know how these meetings are. Sometimes they won't stop talking."
He dropped his gaze to look into Uruha's eyes, dark with lust. It's one of those nights. The nights when Uruha wouldn't get enough. He pulled down the zipper and freed Hiroto's semi hard erection to rub his tongue against the head once, being to tease.
"I missed you. I got worked up so bad, being here all alone thinking about you." He licked a wet line from the base all along the shaft and dipped the tip of his tongue in the slit. How proud he felt as the flesh throbbed in his hand, thickening and darkening.
"I'd say you used your time quite well. You dressed up for me, gorgeous." Hiroto placed a hand on Uruha's blond locks, urging him to go on. A deep moan escaped his lips as that sinful mouth enclosed his member, taking him in dangerously slow. He shook his open shirt off. Hiroto watched his cock sink deep into the wet cavern, licking his lips and tightening his grip on Uruha's hair. The blond swallowed around him, enjoying the sounds that escaped the smaller man. He sucked a little harder and pushed the pants down, getting rid of the tight red boxers at the same time. His tongue rubbed hard against the aching member, trying to reach as much veined skin as possible. All those years taught him quite well what Hiroto needed to get off.
The younger massaged the scalp and let the can drop to use both hands to hold Uruha's head in place as he began to shallowly thrust past those succulent reddened lips into his accepting throat. Oh how the blond moaned so deliciously as he did so, sending vibrations all the way through his body. Uruha reached up and scratched his black nails across Hiroto's hip bones, making the young man shiver as heat bolted down his spine. He wouldn't last long, but that was exactly what Uruha was aiming for. He'd literally drain his lover tonight.
He gripped his slender hips hard to stop him and set his own pace. Hiroto's heavy breathing encouraged him to go faster, retreating a little with every bob of his head. His right hand encircled the throbbing length to pump it along his rhythm. He sucked hard on th dripping head, using his teeth carefully for a little thrill. Uruha looked up, past the already damp chest to lock his eyes with Hiroto's. The brunette's brows were creased and his orbs glaced with desire. Uruha felt how his muscles started to twitch, he was close.
He let his mouth glide off the stiff member and moved his hand fast to push Hiroto further towards the edge. He grinned lewdly as he felt Hiroto hips jerk and opened his mouth to press the head of the younger man's cock against his tongue.
A deep groan passed Hiroto's lips as his orgasm struck his trembling body. His eyes were fixed on the obscene display how his cum spurt into Uruha's willing mouth. The blond milked him, mewling at the taste as he swallowed the essence of his work. Pulling back, he licked his swollen lips like a cat that got the cream.
Moving backwards, he crawled onto the middle of the bed. Uruha propped himself on his elbows and spread his beautifully dressed legs, offering himself like a whore. He threw his head back to show off his pale neckline just waiting to be abused by teeth and lips. Hiroto climbed atop his body, between those long limbs in garters to bite down on his throat. Uruha gasped and lowered himself down on the crimson red blankets, pulling Hiroto along with his arms around his neck.
Leaning on one arm, Hiroto ghosts his fingers over the hard bulge in Uruha's hotpants, feeling a moist spot on the tip. He nibbled his way up to Uruha's jawline, kissing further until he reached his mouth.
"You want me, don't you." He breathed over the blond's lips.
"Yes, badly." Uruha gasped as the brunette rubbed his palm against his arousal.
"So bad you gave me Red Bull. You know what that means." He gripped Uruha's length through the thin fabric and squeezed.
"Yes!" He tried to catch those full lips hovering above his own, but Hiroto wouldn't let him.
"Tell me." Hiroto began to move his hand slowly, the friction caused by the material of the short pants teasing the stiff member.
"You'll take me hard and rough-" A deep moaned interrupted the blond, caused by Hiroto's hand reaching underneath the thin fabric to touch his stiff length. "Until I can barely move."
Hiroto pressed his lips against Uruha's, parting them with his tongue to engulf his lover in the heat that started to boil inside him. With one hand he pulled down the hotpants to the knees and moved out of the way, knowing Uruha would struggle them off. The kiss deepened and Hiroto kept swallowing down Uruha's moans as he stroked his rigid cock and smeared the precum over the head with his callused thump. The blond kept writhing beneath him, trying to thrust into the younger's fist. Hiroto let go of Uruha's length. His hand traveled upwards, a finger tracing along the lines of the purple pattern on his black brocade middle corset that surrounded the guitarist's waist. It wasn't that tight and gave Uruha enough wiggle room to move sensually for his lover.
"When did you get this?" He asked between kisses.
"I picked it up when you left for the meeting. Custom made. Just for you." Uruha curved his back to press against Hiroto. He was in dire need of more contact.
"It's suits you." He hand traveled back down, feeling the same pattern on the garter belt. "You can leave it on if you want to."
Uruha nodded and captured the brunette's lips with a needy groan. He spread his legs a little wider, signaling Hiroto to move on. Taking the cue, the younger reached for his entrance.
"You little slut!" Hiroto tugged on a looped cord that led past the tight ring.
"I was bored." Uruha said with a smug smile and wiggled his ass.
"And you couldn't wait for me." A slap on pale thighs underlined his words.
"I did! I'm wearing this for hours!" He tried to defend himself.
Hiroto snorted and tugged again, eliciting a sultry moan from the man beneath him. "I should have known when I smelled strawberries."
"I should have bought scentless lube, though." Uruha grabbed his neglected cock and pulled on it languidly.
"No, this is how I always want you. Strawberries and champagne." He puled on the string until one ball popped out of the flushed body, the metal ball inside it rolling and vibrating quietly.
Uruha mewled at the loss of pressure inside him and squeezed his member to gain more pleasure. The second ball left his passage and his body began to clench on the emptiness. Hiroto threw the little toy somewhere near the foot of their bed and enjoyed the little pained noises Uruha made, desperate to get filled again. The blond arches his back off the matress as two fingers were pushed harshly into him.
"Waiting for me, all lubed up and stretched, with Red Bull to get it hard. You can be such a slut for me."
"Only for you." Uruha groaned, pushing down on the fingers shamelessly while he kept jerking himself off.
Dripping precum tainted his garter belt but he couldn't care less. Lips and teeth started to abuse his left nipple, biting, sucking on it until it was a hard little nub. A strangled moan filled the air as Hiroto started to rub on that bundle of nerves in his lovers body, feeling him tighten around his fingers. He moved to mirror his actions on the second nipple, relishing on the sounds Uruha made while he scissored his digits, making sure his the taller was ready for him.
"Lube?" If Uruha had used it to get the balls inside him, he knew where it was.
The blond reached beneath a pillow and presented the little tube he was asked for. There was no need to prepare him any further, not when he was already fucking himself on Hiroto's fingers like that. Hiroto sat back on his heels and piled up a few pillows against the headboard to sit down comfortably with his legs sprawled out in a lazy manner. He laid back, stroking his own member and gestured his lover to come closer. Uruha coated Hiroto's hard arousal in the sweet smelling lubricant and tossed the tube aside.
"Come here and ride me while you still can." He pulled the blond onto his lap, positioning him perfectly.
"You think I can't keep up with you, hm?" Uruha purred and felt the head of Hiroto's cock press against his entrance.
He lowered himself, pushing it past the tight ring to impale himself. The brunette kept caressing his smooth thighs, marveling the taut muscles beneath the creamy skin. Inch by inch he buried the rigid flesh inside his body, clenching down to trigger a guttural moan from the other man. Too slow, too teasing. Hiroto gripped his hips and rammed himself deep into the blond, up to the hilt and prevented Uruha from moving on his own. He gasped in shock at first, but soon he let his head fall back and moaned something remotely close to his lover's name. He arched his back and placed his hands on Hiroto's shins. The grip on his hips loosened and he took the cue to start rocking. Hiroto's eyes roamed over the firm chest, moist with sweat and graced with two pink buds. The belly button was hidden beneath the corset that was already tinged with several dark spots, some already turning white. The straps were idly holding on to the garters, stretched and rubbing the silken skin beneath them. The mere sight displayed for the young guitarist could make some people come. He cupped each butt cheek in one hand and guided the blond's carnal dance in his lap. He wasn't thrusting up into the hot tunnel. All he wanted right now was watching Uruha enjoying himself on his cock.
He couldn't hold still for long, though, the caffeine and taurine in his veins pumping a tingly feeling all over his body. He hands glided upwards on the blond's torso, pulling him against his chest so he could press his heels against the mattress and slam into the willing body. Uruha held onto his shoulders, moaning without any restriction. He pushed down when Hiroto thrust up, meeting his every movement eager to increase the force of impact, making flesh slap against flesh. Both men are panting but still had enough breath to kiss each other sloppy, letting tongues meet between their bodies and dance in mid-air.
"Harder..." Uruha gasped.
Hiroto was more than willing to fulfill his request and started pounding into him, rough and raw. No one but Uruha could make him feel like this, so aroused and hard it almost hurt. No one could sate and please him like Uruha, wearing him out and pushing him to the limit. He felt the first tremors running through the lithe guitarist, signaling his was close. He shifted a little, changing the angle to hit Uruha's prostate dead on, making him cry out in heat. Hiroto didn't give him any time to come down from his shock of pleasure and hit it again, pushing him closer and closer to climax. Uruha whimpers and grabs his own cock, pumping desperately to reach completion. Hiroto kept nailing that sweet spot inside him at a frenzy pace. For a few seconds the blond held his breath as every muscle clenched and his orgasm hit him full force. He releases the air from his lungs in a sexual moan shaking with every spurt of his essence that tainted his hand and lower abdomen, adding more marks on the expensive brocade. Hiroto slowed down his thrusts and held his trembling lover upright on his lap, moving his hip shallowly and enjoying the spasming walls gripping his length oh so tightly.
Hiroto gave Uruha time to catch his breath, kissing his jawline tenderly and nuzzling his damp cheek. He reached for the nightstand to pull out a bunch of tissues from the box he kept there to wipe his lover's cum off. He crumpled the thin paper into a ball and threw it somewhere he didn't really care. The sticky hand of the blond was cleaned by his tongue itself, licking each digit and worshiping Uruha's taste with coarse moans.
"You alright?" Hiroto asked, lapping at the palm like cat.
Uruha rocked his hips, the thick cock pressing against his inner, oversensitive walls making him shiver. "Go on, you know I want it too."
Hiroto wrapped his arms around the blond's chest and locked their lips with a feverish kiss. He rolled them over, pushing the pillows aside, making the pile topple and one drop to the floor. They always had the tendency to get a little messy, maybe knock some things off. Especially during their little intermezzos in break rooms or studios. They had broken several things ruined a few pieces of furniture so far when both couldn't hold back any longer. Why wait until you're at home when no one was around?
Strands were wet and sticking to Uruha's chest, drawing dark lines, adorning the pale skin.
"You don't need to hold back on me." He jerked his hips to encourage Hiroto to move deeper, harder, simply more.
"Don't blame me in the morning." The brunette spoke against his neck where he bit playfully down to make the man beneath him squeal.
"I never did that." He wiggled his hips, rolling them sensually against Hiroto.
"Cause you're a good bitch." A firm slap hit Uruha right thigh, eliciting an appreciating hiss.
The younger sped up, thrusting harshly into the tight heat. Long legs clothed in black and purple striped nylon closed around his waist, urging him to go harder.
He arched his back up against the firm chest, the sheets sticking to his back. "Yes, like this!"
Those words were invigorating to Hiroto, just like the never ending mantra of moans dripping from Uruha's sinful lips as he slammed his cock forcefully into the wanton guitarist. He captured that enticing mouth with his own, drinking the sounds, feeling them vibrate against his lips. Uruha's hands gripped the sheets like he tried to old on to them.
"I love you." Hiroto breathed against Uruha mouth. And that he did, with his entire being.
"Love you too, but please, fuck me harder!" The words came out ragged. "Fuck me like an animal."
Hiroto gripped the headboard with one hand for better leverage, the other forced a sturdy grasp on Uruha's hip. The blond was whimpering beneath him, desperately trying to keep up with the frantic rhythm. He was panting and squirming and yet asking for more.
"Harder!" The cried out, demanding endurance from his own body.
The brunette pulled out, ignoring the pained mewl is caused. "Turn around."
He watched the blond positioning on all fours, perking up his ass so adorably obscene. His entrance was gaping and twitching as if it was begging for being stuffed again. Hiroto pushed down on Uruha's back, between his shoulder blades, so his chest crashed down on the damp sheets, pressing a gasp out of him. This sight of Uruha, so willing, sinful, submissive and needy, he wanted to memorize every single detail.
"Hiroto..." the other man whined, bending his back like stretching cat.
The younger shoved himself back into the pleading hole. The blond groaned and pressed back, taking him in to the hilt, feeling his own pulse beat against the rigid, hard member inside him. Hiroto gripped the headboard again, his other hand clawing Uruha's shoulder to pull him against every brutal jerk of his hips. Uruha was asking for it, for the maddening pace and almost painful clashing of sweaty flesh against flesh. He was losing himself in their carnal, scourging act, moaning in a raspy voice.
Hiroto felt how he was getting closer to climax, the heat settling in his lower body. He slouched forward but kept pounding into Uruha mercilessly. He wanted to melt into him to feel what he was feeling right now forever. This burning heat flooding his entire being, the peak of passion, of pure sex just before you find completion.
"Uruha!" He groaned, dragging the vowels out, shuddering, hasten even more, hammering into his sin.
"Come! Let go!" The blond answered, his finger digging into the sheets.
Both men were close, their bodies trembling and the rhythm becoming irregular. Hiroto couldn't hold on himself any longer.
"Fill me..." Uruha begged.
Clenching his muscles and tugging on his own leaking erection, Uruha was ready to join his lover any moment in his bliss. A salty pearl dropped down on his back back, mingling into his own sweat. Hiroto's hips snapped forward, locking in their position buried as deep as possible in Uruha's accepting body. He came hard, screaming out his pleasure as it hit him, pouring his seed into his lover's tight passage. His eyes rolled back and he felt delirious for a moment, enjoying his orgasm to the fullest. He leaned on Uruha's back, keeping some of his weight with the hand still tightly holding on to the headboard. His vision was blurry and his fimally sated body began to feel drowsy.
The best was yet to come. Uruha uttered his name, jerking himself off with giddy fingers. Hiroto could feel all of it right through his cock that was still sheathed inside the blond. It began with irregular spasming and shivers. He saw the muscles on his back flex and felt the beloved thighs tremble under his touch. He came undone, so damn tight it almost hurt Hiroto's softening member, letting him join the addictive moans once more. If anything was left, Uruha would have milked it out of him right now, draining him to his last drop like he owned it. Then, he relaxed, taking deep breaths to sooth his racing heartbeat.
Hiroto glided off him, falling down next to Uruha on the mattress. They looked into each other's eyes, grinning so very pleased.
"I can't move." Uruha tried to speak, his voice hoarse and dry.
Hiroto chuckled out of breath and pushed against Uruha's still perked up butt. He fell over, snorting and mumbling a 'Thank you.' towards the laughing brunette. His eyes were already fluttering, he was so exhausted. Hiroto grabbed a few tissues and wiped half heartedly the white stickiness off Uruha's hand and the spot where it dripped down on their bed. He was far to spent to do more than that, so he tossed the paper to the floor. He pulled a blanket up to cover their bodies and shifted closer to the dazed guitarist and shared a last lazy kiss with him until Uruha dozed off. The peaceful silence of the aftermath surrounding them made them an easy target for Morpheus. With one arm draped over Uruha's waist he fell asleep himself, sated, drained, relaxed.
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Phew~
I totally blame Drella, it makes me hornier than anything I've ever experienced.
Longest oneshot and first full PWP I've ever written! It's smut, not fluff! Oh my! Too filthy? Too un-filthy? Geez, I have no idea. Tried my best, anyway. Even though I should feel ashamed for some puns XD.
Trent!Uruha quote is fun. Mwaha.
Comments are smex love!