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Strange Relationship, chapter thirteen
Jan. 18th, 2012 07:56 pmChapter thirteen
Bands: 12012.
Characters: Tooru, Hiroaki, Wataru and mentions of others.
Rating: NC-17.
Genre/type: Canon, adultfic, (long) vignette, darkfic, angstfic.
Warnings: WAFF, yaoi/homosexuality/slash, fluff, NC17, attempts at humour, lemon/explicit sex, mature themes (OBS: implied only, never mentioned or described in details), consensual, hurt/comfort, love/hate, sexual situations, angst.
Information about Tooru here.
Information about Hiroaki here.
Information about 12012 here.
'Strange Relationship' archive page here.
Relative time in play: The very beginning of 12012, a few months after they formed in 2003.
Relations: Not related to any other plays of mine.
Summary: Tooru had done it a million times before; he had given his heart to someone who didn’t, or couldn’t, return his feelings and he had been hurt and beaten down, sometimes even physically too. This time however, he had really made a mess of himself; he had not only fallen in love with someone who didn’t return his feelings, but also someone who seemed to downright hate his guts. Tooru couldn’t win... No matter what he did he just couldn’t win...
Tooru continued to just gape like an idiot until Hiroaki brought a hand up and, in the softest touch, caressed over his hair, just shifting slender fingers through the small drummer’s half-long, platinum blonde strands. Realizing what he was doing then Tooru blushed even hotter, once again turning the darkest shade of crimson he could possibly muster, and he opened and closed his mouth a few times, unable to force any sounds past them but a cutesy whimper of shyness.
‘I’m so glad he knew beforehand that I’m a virgin…’
‘He’s so patient with me…’
‘So sweet…’
“I don’t know how to…” Tooru trailed off and shook his head cutely, making his blonde bangs dance over his tomato-red face in the brightest contrast. ‘Right, no apologies…’ the small drummer thought and peered up at Hiroaki shyly then, smiling credulously before he placed both hands against the lean guitarist’s smooth, warm thighs and slid them upwards slowly, appreciatively. He sighed softly.
‘I love him so much…’
Tooru darted out the pink snip of his tongue then, and dampened his swollen lips as he let one hand slide further up than its twin, and he tentatively wrapped it around the base of Hiroaki’s semi-hard cock, for a moment just contemplating the other man’s weight and feel in his hand. Then he leaned in and licked a wet trail all the way from the base and up to the head, following the smooth backside as the light tang of salt assaulted his delicate taste buds.
‘I want to do this right…’
‘I want him to feel as good as he possibly can…’
‘He deserves it…’
Hiroaki moaned softly then, breathily, as the small drummer’s tongue ran over his awakening cock, and he shifted his weight on his legs in the next moment, his hand continuing to shift through Tooru’s blonde hair in a soft, encouraging touch. However, unlike Tooru, who had completely lost himself and his ability to keep his body under control when confronted with sexual gratification, the lean guitarist stood perfectly still, and the only sign of urgency in him was the way his cock twitched against the small drummer’s tongue in arousal and desire at the wet touch, and the moans rustling off his dark-coloured lips.
‘God, his moans are amazing…’
‘I never thought they would be so deep, so pure…’
Encouraged by the sounds of pleasure escaping the older man Tooru then leaned in even more and wrapped his rounded lips around the velvety head of his cock, tryingly sucking while he drew his tongue over it at the same time as he mimicked what Hiroaki had done to him in return just moments earlier. His angelic face was burning a bright red, and his ears and chest too, but Tooru barely noticed it as he focused his mind on just pushing down, taking in more and more of Hiroaki’s cock until he couldn’t possibly have any more of it inside the wet cavern of his mouth.
Hiroaki moaned out softly again, when over half of his cock was engulfed by the tight, wet heat.
‘God…’
Tooru’s first few attempts to move his tongue against the hardening flesh which now filled his mouth to the brim failed miserably but, as he drew a little back and started bopping his head up and down slowly, he quickly discerned a way of changing between pressing his wet tongue against the smooth skin, against every sensitive vein running beneath it, while making sure his teeth didn’t touch it at any point. It wasn’t as easy as he would have thought, but he did his best and Hiroaki definitely seemed to be enjoying himself as soft, breathy moans and sighs started pushing past his dark-coloured lips like honey the more Tooru worked up and down, the more he licked and sucked as best he could.
‘It’s not the most pleasant thing to do but…’
‘It’s worth it…’
‘It’s so worth it…’
‘Just to have him moaning like that…’
Soon precum emerged in beads at the slit, and smeared against his tongue, making the taste of salt enhance quite strongly, and Tooru had to draw back just the slightest to keep himself from gagging. He didn’t stop what he was doing though, but kept bopping his head up and down all the same, willing himself to ignore it as he worked his very best to draw more of those amazing sounds from Hiroaki’s dark-coloured lips.
It didn’t take long at all before the lean guitarist was guided into full hardness against his pink, wet tongue.
“Tooru, stop,” Hiroaki bid softly then, when he was hard, leaking and throbbing inside the small drummer’s mouth, and he shifted his fingers through Tooru’s hair again, sweetly caressing his fingertips against his scalp before he moved his hand down to gently nudge against his shoulder.
When Tooru did as he was told and drew back, releasing the rock hard flesh from behind his swollen, saliva-glistening lips, he looked up at the older man’s face; the way Hiroaki’s features were dusted over with a pale pink tint of arousal and pleasure, and the way his eyes were now swimming, took Tooru’s breath away and his heart skipped a beat inside his chest.
‘God, he’s so beautiful…’
‘And the way he’s looking at me…’
‘It’s that… something…’
‘That something I always knew was there…’
Tooru licked his swollen lips slowly then, and when Hiroaki nudged at him again, silently guiding him to crawl back over the bed and lie down on his back across it, he did so. Then he watched with a bright pink hue illuminating his angelic features as the lean guitarist took a second to just look at him, at his naked, flushed body upon the black sheets, before crawling unto the bed to join him.
Hiroaki leaned in over Tooru and kissed him deeply, passionately.
‘The way he kisses me…’
‘I don’t want him to ever stop kissing me…’
Soon however, the need for air overpowered them both and forced them to break apart in spite of how much neither of them seemed to want to just then, and Hiroaki moved to lie beside Tooru on the soft bed instead, propped up on his side. His handsome face stayed leveled with his even as he moved, their lips so close they breathed hotly against each other, into each other.
‘To think…’ Tooru thought with warmth and happiness buzzing through his frail body as he just laid there, eyes closed and his plump lips parted as he just focused on breathing, on the sound and taste of Hiroaki breathing against him, into him, ‘Just this morning I was crying, thinking he’d never forgive me…’
‘That he’d never trust me…’
‘That he’d never love me…’
‘And now…’
‘Now we’re about to make love…’
Tooru didn’t open his eyes again until he felt the lean guitarist reach over him, picking something off the sheets. Their eyes, equally black, equally deep, stayed locked on each other’s then; the small drummer didn’t need to look away to know what it was the older man had reached for after all, and he shivered lightly, in both nervousness and anticipation, as Hiroaki withdrew his arm and uncapped the bottle of lubricant. Tooru was nervous, but ready.
‘I love him so much…’
‘It’s not about being a virgin anymore – or not being one – but…’
‘It’s about getting to be close with him…’
‘All that matters is to get closer to him…’
‘To feel him inside of me…’
“Move up your knees and support your feet on the mattress,” Hiroaki bid softly then, as he brought the bottle of lubricant down in front of himself, using the arm, the hand, he was propped up on to pour a generous amount of the crystal liquid unto his other hand, slickening his long, slender fingers.
Tooru instantly did as he was told, as always, but when Hiroaki brought his slicked hand up over his body, and down in between his legs in the next second, the small drummer couldn’t help but lock his knees together instinctively, holding Hiroaki’s arm locked in suspense between his fleshy thighs.
“I…” Tooru trailed off and his perfectly shaped eyebrows furrowed hard as he worried his plump, swollen lower lip between his teeth. He wasn’t sure what he wanted to say but, as Hiroaki leaned in in the next second and slid their lips together in the lightest, sweetest touch, touching yet not touching, kissing yet not kissing, it didn’t seem to matter either. It all melted away as Tooru moved his thin arms up to wrap around the lean guitarist’s neck then, and he pulled him closer, turning the light touch into a real, deep kiss; his knees unlocked all on their own then, his fleshy thighs falling softly to the sides as he gave up his entire body for Hiroaki.
‘I want him inside of me…’
A whimper, soft and coy, pushed from Tooru’s lips and into the lean guitarist’s mouth and against his tongue as a finger, slightly callous at the tip and slicked in cold, crystal lubricant, caressed over his balls and further down in between his petite ass globes, softly caressing over the tight ring hidden there, merely dipping past it.
‘I need him inside of me…’
Please leave a comment and make me happy~ ヽ(*´ω`)ﾉﾟ ♥
Bands: 12012.
Characters: Tooru, Hiroaki, Wataru and mentions of others.
Rating: NC-17.
Genre/type: Canon, adultfic, (long) vignette, darkfic, angstfic.
Warnings: WAFF, yaoi/homosexuality/slash, fluff, NC17, attempts at humour, lemon/explicit sex, mature themes (OBS: implied only, never mentioned or described in details), consensual, hurt/comfort, love/hate, sexual situations, angst.
Information about Tooru here.
Information about Hiroaki here.
Information about 12012 here.
'Strange Relationship' archive page here.
Relative time in play: The very beginning of 12012, a few months after they formed in 2003.
Relations: Not related to any other plays of mine.
Summary: Tooru had done it a million times before; he had given his heart to someone who didn’t, or couldn’t, return his feelings and he had been hurt and beaten down, sometimes even physically too. This time however, he had really made a mess of himself; he had not only fallen in love with someone who didn’t return his feelings, but also someone who seemed to downright hate his guts. Tooru couldn’t win... No matter what he did he just couldn’t win...
~o~
Tooru continued to just gape like an idiot until Hiroaki brought a hand up and, in the softest touch, caressed over his hair, just shifting slender fingers through the small drummer’s half-long, platinum blonde strands. Realizing what he was doing then Tooru blushed even hotter, once again turning the darkest shade of crimson he could possibly muster, and he opened and closed his mouth a few times, unable to force any sounds past them but a cutesy whimper of shyness.
‘I’m so glad he knew beforehand that I’m a virgin…’
‘He’s so patient with me…’
‘So sweet…’
“I don’t know how to…” Tooru trailed off and shook his head cutely, making his blonde bangs dance over his tomato-red face in the brightest contrast. ‘Right, no apologies…’ the small drummer thought and peered up at Hiroaki shyly then, smiling credulously before he placed both hands against the lean guitarist’s smooth, warm thighs and slid them upwards slowly, appreciatively. He sighed softly.
‘I love him so much…’
Tooru darted out the pink snip of his tongue then, and dampened his swollen lips as he let one hand slide further up than its twin, and he tentatively wrapped it around the base of Hiroaki’s semi-hard cock, for a moment just contemplating the other man’s weight and feel in his hand. Then he leaned in and licked a wet trail all the way from the base and up to the head, following the smooth backside as the light tang of salt assaulted his delicate taste buds.
‘I want to do this right…’
‘I want him to feel as good as he possibly can…’
‘He deserves it…’
Hiroaki moaned softly then, breathily, as the small drummer’s tongue ran over his awakening cock, and he shifted his weight on his legs in the next moment, his hand continuing to shift through Tooru’s blonde hair in a soft, encouraging touch. However, unlike Tooru, who had completely lost himself and his ability to keep his body under control when confronted with sexual gratification, the lean guitarist stood perfectly still, and the only sign of urgency in him was the way his cock twitched against the small drummer’s tongue in arousal and desire at the wet touch, and the moans rustling off his dark-coloured lips.
‘God, his moans are amazing…’
‘I never thought they would be so deep, so pure…’
Encouraged by the sounds of pleasure escaping the older man Tooru then leaned in even more and wrapped his rounded lips around the velvety head of his cock, tryingly sucking while he drew his tongue over it at the same time as he mimicked what Hiroaki had done to him in return just moments earlier. His angelic face was burning a bright red, and his ears and chest too, but Tooru barely noticed it as he focused his mind on just pushing down, taking in more and more of Hiroaki’s cock until he couldn’t possibly have any more of it inside the wet cavern of his mouth.
Hiroaki moaned out softly again, when over half of his cock was engulfed by the tight, wet heat.
‘God…’
Tooru’s first few attempts to move his tongue against the hardening flesh which now filled his mouth to the brim failed miserably but, as he drew a little back and started bopping his head up and down slowly, he quickly discerned a way of changing between pressing his wet tongue against the smooth skin, against every sensitive vein running beneath it, while making sure his teeth didn’t touch it at any point. It wasn’t as easy as he would have thought, but he did his best and Hiroaki definitely seemed to be enjoying himself as soft, breathy moans and sighs started pushing past his dark-coloured lips like honey the more Tooru worked up and down, the more he licked and sucked as best he could.
‘It’s not the most pleasant thing to do but…’
‘It’s worth it…’
‘It’s so worth it…’
‘Just to have him moaning like that…’
Soon precum emerged in beads at the slit, and smeared against his tongue, making the taste of salt enhance quite strongly, and Tooru had to draw back just the slightest to keep himself from gagging. He didn’t stop what he was doing though, but kept bopping his head up and down all the same, willing himself to ignore it as he worked his very best to draw more of those amazing sounds from Hiroaki’s dark-coloured lips.
It didn’t take long at all before the lean guitarist was guided into full hardness against his pink, wet tongue.
“Tooru, stop,” Hiroaki bid softly then, when he was hard, leaking and throbbing inside the small drummer’s mouth, and he shifted his fingers through Tooru’s hair again, sweetly caressing his fingertips against his scalp before he moved his hand down to gently nudge against his shoulder.
When Tooru did as he was told and drew back, releasing the rock hard flesh from behind his swollen, saliva-glistening lips, he looked up at the older man’s face; the way Hiroaki’s features were dusted over with a pale pink tint of arousal and pleasure, and the way his eyes were now swimming, took Tooru’s breath away and his heart skipped a beat inside his chest.
‘God, he’s so beautiful…’
‘And the way he’s looking at me…’
‘It’s that… something…’
‘That something I always knew was there…’
Tooru licked his swollen lips slowly then, and when Hiroaki nudged at him again, silently guiding him to crawl back over the bed and lie down on his back across it, he did so. Then he watched with a bright pink hue illuminating his angelic features as the lean guitarist took a second to just look at him, at his naked, flushed body upon the black sheets, before crawling unto the bed to join him.
Hiroaki leaned in over Tooru and kissed him deeply, passionately.
‘The way he kisses me…’
‘I don’t want him to ever stop kissing me…’
Soon however, the need for air overpowered them both and forced them to break apart in spite of how much neither of them seemed to want to just then, and Hiroaki moved to lie beside Tooru on the soft bed instead, propped up on his side. His handsome face stayed leveled with his even as he moved, their lips so close they breathed hotly against each other, into each other.
‘To think…’ Tooru thought with warmth and happiness buzzing through his frail body as he just laid there, eyes closed and his plump lips parted as he just focused on breathing, on the sound and taste of Hiroaki breathing against him, into him, ‘Just this morning I was crying, thinking he’d never forgive me…’
‘That he’d never trust me…’
‘That he’d never love me…’
‘And now…’
‘Now we’re about to make love…’
Tooru didn’t open his eyes again until he felt the lean guitarist reach over him, picking something off the sheets. Their eyes, equally black, equally deep, stayed locked on each other’s then; the small drummer didn’t need to look away to know what it was the older man had reached for after all, and he shivered lightly, in both nervousness and anticipation, as Hiroaki withdrew his arm and uncapped the bottle of lubricant. Tooru was nervous, but ready.
‘I love him so much…’
‘It’s not about being a virgin anymore – or not being one – but…’
‘It’s about getting to be close with him…’
‘All that matters is to get closer to him…’
‘To feel him inside of me…’
“Move up your knees and support your feet on the mattress,” Hiroaki bid softly then, as he brought the bottle of lubricant down in front of himself, using the arm, the hand, he was propped up on to pour a generous amount of the crystal liquid unto his other hand, slickening his long, slender fingers.
Tooru instantly did as he was told, as always, but when Hiroaki brought his slicked hand up over his body, and down in between his legs in the next second, the small drummer couldn’t help but lock his knees together instinctively, holding Hiroaki’s arm locked in suspense between his fleshy thighs.
“I…” Tooru trailed off and his perfectly shaped eyebrows furrowed hard as he worried his plump, swollen lower lip between his teeth. He wasn’t sure what he wanted to say but, as Hiroaki leaned in in the next second and slid their lips together in the lightest, sweetest touch, touching yet not touching, kissing yet not kissing, it didn’t seem to matter either. It all melted away as Tooru moved his thin arms up to wrap around the lean guitarist’s neck then, and he pulled him closer, turning the light touch into a real, deep kiss; his knees unlocked all on their own then, his fleshy thighs falling softly to the sides as he gave up his entire body for Hiroaki.
‘I want him inside of me…’
A whimper, soft and coy, pushed from Tooru’s lips and into the lean guitarist’s mouth and against his tongue as a finger, slightly callous at the tip and slicked in cold, crystal lubricant, caressed over his balls and further down in between his petite ass globes, softly caressing over the tight ring hidden there, merely dipping past it.
‘I need him inside of me…’
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