December Challenge 29 - Perfect
Title - Perfect
Author - unwritten_ideas
Rating - NC-17
Word Count - 905
Pairing - Gackt x You
Characters - Gackt, You
Disclaimer - don’t own squat and if I did, I’d be posting this with pictures
Summary - to Gackt, You is so many things
Gackt, for all of his control freak tendencies, quite liked it when things were taken out of his control. Only certain things, granted, but there was enjoyment to be found in just sitting back and letting others worry about making things happen.
Take right now, for example.
Gackt was sat on one of the soft couches that decorated his living room. The lights were dimmed, the heat was on, and his clothes were scattered in all four corners of the room. None of that had been his doing. It hadn’t been his eager hands that had all but torn the clothes from his body, and it hadn’t been his hands that had thrown his thong behind the bar in the midst of their fever. Gackt would have to remember to collect that later though, before the other YFC members arrived for their band meeting.
It hadn’t been his choice to be sitting on the couch either. He’d been pushed onto it half an hour ago, and although he could have easily stood up and gone somewhere else, he had been too intrigued and interested in what was going to happen to seriously consider it.
Gackt would stand up now, but he currently had a lap full of naked rhythm guitarist and he thought that it’d be rude to dump You on the floor like that. Especially after You had so thoughtfully dimmed the lights, turned up the heating, and stripped him so efficiently.
You was kneeling astride him, hovering above Gackt’s lap slightly as the guitarist swiftly prepared himself with the lube he’d thoughtfully brought with him. Gackt simply sat back, arms stretched out across the back of the couch and watched as You shifted around on his lap, eyes fluttering shut as his own fingers moved inside him. Gackt could reach out and touch You, he could lick You’s bared throat or kiss those lips he loved so much, but it was so much more fun to simply watch.
Gackt loved when You was in this mood and would just orchestrate everything. He especially loved it when You would dominate him, but still spread his legs for him. It really boosted Gackt’s ego, not that it needed boosting. You’s hands were on him now, slicking his cock with more lube. You was looking down at him with a sparkle in his eyes that said and promised so many things.
Stay still. Do as I tell you. Let me lead. Let me fuck you so hard you’ll forget your name.
Gackt had no argument with that sparkle in You’s eyes, or what it was demanding from him.
Gackt groaned as You’s hands worked his cock for longer than was necessary. You was testing him, simply teasing him and trying to bring him to his limits in the hope Gackt would try and take some control back, allowing You to smack him back down into place. Gackt refused to be played like that and fought against his urge to thrust up when You slowly slid down onto his cock.
It was so difficult to stay still and passive, as You wanted him to be, when You felt so good. They’d done this so many times over their years together that they both knew each other’s bodies better than their own and You knew exactly how to move, how to control his movements and how to hold back just enough to drive Gackt crazy. Gackt growled deep in the back of his throat, a wordless command for You to stop playing and to move properly instead of just slowly rocking in his lap.
You merely laughed.
Gackt could only watch when You sat in his lap properly, Gackt’s cock fully inside him, and stopped moving altogether. They stared at each other through their hazy eyes, You’s still sparkling slightly with mirth and dominance, and Gackt’s dark with frustration and a self control that was almost ready to snap.
Gackt’s self control was hanging by its last, thin thread when You reached down and started stroking himself, his rough guitarist fingers running over his own cock in just the way Gackt knew he liked it.
You had always been an occasional tease, someone who would once every few months just take what he wanted from Gackt and toy with the singer in the process. That was okay with Gackt because he teased You on a daily basis and thought that a little turnabout occasionally was more than fair, but You never teased to this degree. To make Gackt stay still, to deny him the pleasure Gackt knew was coming, while pleasing himself was completely new.
New, and evil.
Gackt couldn’t help but approve, in a grudging way.
And You looked magnificent like this. Gackt never really took the time to simply appreciate how You looked when they were having sex because he was always too busy trying to find his own pleasure while instigating You’s. As frustrating as it was to be at You’s mercy, simply watching as the guitarist selfishly stroked his cock, it gave him the perfect opportunity to appreciate how You’s body fit against his and glistened under the low lighting of his living room. You’s black eyes were sleepy and heavy, his mouth hung open and his chest was moving rapidly as he tried to gather his breath.
You was his sweet, dependable, soul mate and teasingly evil lover.
To Gackt, he was perfect.
~owari
Notes
1) I intended to write the sex through to its climax (pun intended), but this seemed a natural ending and my smut writing was falling on me anyway.
Author - unwritten_ideas
Rating - NC-17
Word Count - 905
Pairing - Gackt x You
Characters - Gackt, You
Disclaimer - don’t own squat and if I did, I’d be posting this with pictures
Summary - to Gackt, You is so many things
Gackt, for all of his control freak tendencies, quite liked it when things were taken out of his control. Only certain things, granted, but there was enjoyment to be found in just sitting back and letting others worry about making things happen.
Take right now, for example.
Gackt was sat on one of the soft couches that decorated his living room. The lights were dimmed, the heat was on, and his clothes were scattered in all four corners of the room. None of that had been his doing. It hadn’t been his eager hands that had all but torn the clothes from his body, and it hadn’t been his hands that had thrown his thong behind the bar in the midst of their fever. Gackt would have to remember to collect that later though, before the other YFC members arrived for their band meeting.
It hadn’t been his choice to be sitting on the couch either. He’d been pushed onto it half an hour ago, and although he could have easily stood up and gone somewhere else, he had been too intrigued and interested in what was going to happen to seriously consider it.
Gackt would stand up now, but he currently had a lap full of naked rhythm guitarist and he thought that it’d be rude to dump You on the floor like that. Especially after You had so thoughtfully dimmed the lights, turned up the heating, and stripped him so efficiently.
You was kneeling astride him, hovering above Gackt’s lap slightly as the guitarist swiftly prepared himself with the lube he’d thoughtfully brought with him. Gackt simply sat back, arms stretched out across the back of the couch and watched as You shifted around on his lap, eyes fluttering shut as his own fingers moved inside him. Gackt could reach out and touch You, he could lick You’s bared throat or kiss those lips he loved so much, but it was so much more fun to simply watch.
Gackt loved when You was in this mood and would just orchestrate everything. He especially loved it when You would dominate him, but still spread his legs for him. It really boosted Gackt’s ego, not that it needed boosting. You’s hands were on him now, slicking his cock with more lube. You was looking down at him with a sparkle in his eyes that said and promised so many things.
Stay still. Do as I tell you. Let me lead. Let me fuck you so hard you’ll forget your name.
Gackt had no argument with that sparkle in You’s eyes, or what it was demanding from him.
Gackt groaned as You’s hands worked his cock for longer than was necessary. You was testing him, simply teasing him and trying to bring him to his limits in the hope Gackt would try and take some control back, allowing You to smack him back down into place. Gackt refused to be played like that and fought against his urge to thrust up when You slowly slid down onto his cock.
It was so difficult to stay still and passive, as You wanted him to be, when You felt so good. They’d done this so many times over their years together that they both knew each other’s bodies better than their own and You knew exactly how to move, how to control his movements and how to hold back just enough to drive Gackt crazy. Gackt growled deep in the back of his throat, a wordless command for You to stop playing and to move properly instead of just slowly rocking in his lap.
You merely laughed.
Gackt could only watch when You sat in his lap properly, Gackt’s cock fully inside him, and stopped moving altogether. They stared at each other through their hazy eyes, You’s still sparkling slightly with mirth and dominance, and Gackt’s dark with frustration and a self control that was almost ready to snap.
Gackt’s self control was hanging by its last, thin thread when You reached down and started stroking himself, his rough guitarist fingers running over his own cock in just the way Gackt knew he liked it.
You had always been an occasional tease, someone who would once every few months just take what he wanted from Gackt and toy with the singer in the process. That was okay with Gackt because he teased You on a daily basis and thought that a little turnabout occasionally was more than fair, but You never teased to this degree. To make Gackt stay still, to deny him the pleasure Gackt knew was coming, while pleasing himself was completely new.
New, and evil.
Gackt couldn’t help but approve, in a grudging way.
And You looked magnificent like this. Gackt never really took the time to simply appreciate how You looked when they were having sex because he was always too busy trying to find his own pleasure while instigating You’s. As frustrating as it was to be at You’s mercy, simply watching as the guitarist selfishly stroked his cock, it gave him the perfect opportunity to appreciate how You’s body fit against his and glistened under the low lighting of his living room. You’s black eyes were sleepy and heavy, his mouth hung open and his chest was moving rapidly as he tried to gather his breath.
You was his sweet, dependable, soul mate and teasingly evil lover.
To Gackt, he was perfect.
~owari
Notes
1) I intended to write the sex through to its climax (pun intended), but this seemed a natural ending and my smut writing was falling on me anyway.