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Chapter sixteen
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...
They didn’t break apart again until Hiroaki seemed to be slowly coming down from his high, until his lean body stopped trembling against Tooru’s, in his arms. They stayed close then, panting softly against each other’s lips, and for a moment the small drummer forgot everything around them – he forgot the world, their lives and even the fact that he hadn’t yet come himself. He just laid there beneath the man he loved, as Hiroaki laid upon him, in his arms, with his cock still buried deep inside of him, filling him in a way that couldn’t be possibly anything but right. Nothing else mattered just then. Nothing else could.
‘I don’t want this to ever end…’
‘I want to stay here, just like this…’
‘Forever…’
When Hiroaki finally drew back a few moments later, after his breathing had evened out completely, Tooru mewled softly at the slight pain that waved through his pulsating, heated body as the tight ring of his entrance was pulled at by the movement. It wasn’t until then that he realized just how high-strung he really was; how his frail body still pulsed, jumped and twitched in the pleasure which had been building in the pit of his stomach; the pleasure that still coiled there, begging for a chance to spill. His cock was hard, as hard as it had ever been, and leaking precum which had smeared unto both their stomachs in a glistening sheen... Even without having been touched, Tooru had definitely been building towards release too.
‘I didn’t even realize…’
‘I was so focused on him…’
‘On bringing him over…’
‘That it didn’t even matter…’
With a dark crimson dusting his rounded cheeks the small drummer watched Hiroaki sit up again, on his knees between his legs, his handsome face aglow with pleasure and warmth. Then, without saying a word, Hiroaki reached for the bottle of lubricant and, before a single coherent thought could pass through Tooru’s hazed mind, he brought it over and squirted out a generous amount of the crystal liquid unto the small drummer’s cock, making him gasp and writhe at the cruelly cold sensation against his heated, throbbing flesh.
“Aaaahn…”
Tooru instantly grabbed at the ruffled sheets again, fisting in them in some meek attempt to steady himself, and he watched with swimming eyes as Hiroaki dumped the bottle on the sheets again before reaching in, wrapping his slender, long fingers around the small drummer's neglected cock. Another deep, embarrassingly loud moan ripped from his plump, swollen lips then as Hiroaki started stroking him skillfully then, quickly heating up the cold lubricant as he build up a slow rhythm of stroking up and down the hard shaft, once, twice, before flicking his thumb over the velvety head. He smeared at the precum which gathered there in beads before he stroked him again, again and again in a way that had Tooru’s mind toppling over in insane pleasure.
“I… ahhnnng…”
‘Fuck…’
‘Oh, fuck…’
Tooru mindlessly ripped even harder at the sheets as the taut muscles of his stomach soon started contracting almost painfully, and his fleshy thighs quivered against Hiroaki’s slender sides, the heat in the pit of his stomach building and building and building so fast he barely realized what was happening.
“Aaah…”
‘I can’t…’
‘I…’
Just when Tooru was ready to give up the last ounce of his ragged sanity and throw himself into oblivion Hiroaki started moving his hips again, in slow but firm motions, not retracting but just pushing in against him again and again and again; pushing the head of his cock against that special bundles of nerves that cruelly knocked the air out of the small drummer’s lungs and made his skin burn ever so pleasantly.
‘F-fuck…’
Tooru’s lips parted in a soundless gasp as the pleasure in his body intensified times ten within a second, and then he threw his head back against the sheets, arching his neck almost painfully as he came undone like he never had before; white ribbons shooting from his rock-hard cock in the next second, lacing over his stomach and chest and all the way up to his neck and chin, coating his sweaty skin in white lines of salt.
“Aaaahn…”
Tooru clenched hard around the softening cock inside of him as every muscle in his frail body contracted and his back arched off the sheets; it literally felt like he had no control over his body whatsoever as he trembled, arched and squirmed as pleasure tore through him, as pleasure took him over. Hiroaki released his cock in the next second as he was milked dry, and leaned down over him, claiming Tooru’s swollen lips in return as he held him pinned down to the sheets with his stronger, larger body.
‘God…’
Hiroaki kissed him so passionately then it seemed he was trying to swallow every last one of Tooru’s heady moans and gasps, and the small drummer couldn’t help but let him; he clung to him helplessly as he came undone in the most beautiful mess; as his heated, fleshy thighs pressed hard in against Hiroaki’s sides. His arms wrapped around the other man's back then, his nails sinking into the pale, unmarred skin mindlessly as kiss after kiss was claimed from his lips, drowning him alongside the white pleasure.
‘I never thought… it could feel this good…’
‘This right…’
‘It must be because it’s him…’
‘Because…’
“I love you so much...” Tooru whispered out softly against Hiroaki’s lips one of the countless times they drew apart to breathe, voicing his pleasure-hazed thoughts without even realizing, and, when the lean guitarist claimed his lips again in the next second, Tooru could feel him smile against it, could feel how the corners of his dark-coloured lips tugged upwards. It was perfect; even after he slowly came back down to Earth, and his frail body stopped trembling and writhing, Hiroaki kept kissing him all the same, kept claiming one deep kiss after another from his swollen lips in an endless stream.
‘Even if he can’t say it yet…’
‘Even if he doesn’t feel it yet…’
‘I’ll keep telling him…’
‘Until the day he believes me…’
‘Until the day he can say it back to me…’
Minutes passed like that, and when Hiroaki finally drew back, from the umpteenth kiss, Tooru was feeling so lightheaded and so wonderfully exhausted that he wasn’t sure he would ever be able to move again – nor did he want to. He watched with features dusted with pinkness as the older man moved up to sit then, and a soft mewl tore off his swollen lips as Hiroaki slowly and carefully retracted from inside him in the next second, sliding out of him with a thick, wet sound.
“Nnngg…”
‘God, my body feels so empty now, without him inside of me…’ Tooru thought as the feeling of loss washed over him, and the tight ring of his entrance clenched and unclenched madly now that it was freed, cold air snaking into his superheated body unpleasantly, ‘Without him filling me up…’
Hiroaki pulled the condom off his cock then, and tied it together to keep his white seeds from spilling out. Then he reached for a handful of tissues, and he used them to clean Tooru’s chest, stomach, cock and entrance as best he could, so sweetly and so carefully it had the small drummer’s heart singing in his chest and his features burned brightly red in equal parts shyness and happiness. Hiroaki worked in silence and, when he was done, he pushed off the bed in the same manner and went into the small bathroom.
‘I knew he was a different person beneath it all…’
‘A kinder person…’
‘But I never dreamt he’d be this sweet…’
‘This perfect…’
As he could hear the water running in the other room, and figured Hiroaki was cleaning himself off too, Tooru moved a pillow under his head and snuggled down against it as he dragged a portion of the black sheets up and around his frail body. His skin was still heated and sweaty, and his body was still humming pleasantly in his aftermath of pleasure, and Tooru could swear he had never felt more at ease nor happier than he did just then, than he did lying there in Hiroaki’s home, in his bed, wrapped up in his sheets.
‘I never want to leave here…’
‘I want to just stay in bed with him…’
‘Forever…’
When Hiroaki reentered the room moments later he didn’t rejoin Tooru on the bed again though, but dawdled past him wordlessly as he went over to sit down on the window sill, picking up the cigarettes and the lighter which were placed in the corner there. He then lit up one of the white cancer sticks and huffed at it, before turning his head away.
“Hiroaki… Come back to bed…” the small drummer spoke softly then, credulously as always, as he watched the beautiful man sit there on the window sill in all his naked glory, his body half turned away from him, his eyes looking through the glass at the black night sky outside. Tooru could see his face clearly though, in the window reflection, though Hiroaki didn't seem to notice that. “Please?”
In spite of everything that had just happened between them Hiroaki ignored him beautifully though, as he continued to just blow white swirly smoke from his dark-coloured lips, his onyx eyes glued unto something outside, something past the blackness of the night, and yet it only caused Tooru to chuckle softly, happily.
‘Like he can fool me…’
‘After everything that just happened…’
“Hiro…” the small drummer said softly then and, though his voice was barely above a whisper, Hiroaki turned his head instantly at the sound of his nickname, at the sound of the name Tooru would use from that day on, “I’m so happy,” the small drummer smiled coyly, happily, as their eyes met across the room.
The lean guitarist looked at him for a long moment before turning his head again. “I’m happy too,” Hiroaki replied then, stoically, quietly, after a few moments of silence in which he had just looked out of the window, and in the next second Tooru saw the most beautiful, widest smile spread unto his dark-coloured lips in the window reflection, even as he obviously tried to hide it.
Hiroaki was happy too.
Please leave a comment and make me happy~ ヽ(*´ω`)ﾉﾟ ♥
So, that was the end of Tooru and Hiroaki's little love story~
I will miss them so much... (´；ω；｀)
This story is dedicated to all those amazing people out there who are capable of loving someone as damaged as Hiroaki, and who don’t give up when facing hardship, but keep fighting relentlessly because they know real love is something worth fighting for, because they know real love is more than worth a little pain and tears.
~ THE END ~
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~
They didn’t break apart again until Hiroaki seemed to be slowly coming down from his high, until his lean body stopped trembling against Tooru’s, in his arms. They stayed close then, panting softly against each other’s lips, and for a moment the small drummer forgot everything around them – he forgot the world, their lives and even the fact that he hadn’t yet come himself. He just laid there beneath the man he loved, as Hiroaki laid upon him, in his arms, with his cock still buried deep inside of him, filling him in a way that couldn’t be possibly anything but right. Nothing else mattered just then. Nothing else could.
‘I don’t want this to ever end…’
‘I want to stay here, just like this…’
‘Forever…’
When Hiroaki finally drew back a few moments later, after his breathing had evened out completely, Tooru mewled softly at the slight pain that waved through his pulsating, heated body as the tight ring of his entrance was pulled at by the movement. It wasn’t until then that he realized just how high-strung he really was; how his frail body still pulsed, jumped and twitched in the pleasure which had been building in the pit of his stomach; the pleasure that still coiled there, begging for a chance to spill. His cock was hard, as hard as it had ever been, and leaking precum which had smeared unto both their stomachs in a glistening sheen... Even without having been touched, Tooru had definitely been building towards release too.
‘I didn’t even realize…’
‘I was so focused on him…’
‘On bringing him over…’
‘That it didn’t even matter…’
With a dark crimson dusting his rounded cheeks the small drummer watched Hiroaki sit up again, on his knees between his legs, his handsome face aglow with pleasure and warmth. Then, without saying a word, Hiroaki reached for the bottle of lubricant and, before a single coherent thought could pass through Tooru’s hazed mind, he brought it over and squirted out a generous amount of the crystal liquid unto the small drummer’s cock, making him gasp and writhe at the cruelly cold sensation against his heated, throbbing flesh.
“Aaaahn…”
Tooru instantly grabbed at the ruffled sheets again, fisting in them in some meek attempt to steady himself, and he watched with swimming eyes as Hiroaki dumped the bottle on the sheets again before reaching in, wrapping his slender, long fingers around the small drummer's neglected cock. Another deep, embarrassingly loud moan ripped from his plump, swollen lips then as Hiroaki started stroking him skillfully then, quickly heating up the cold lubricant as he build up a slow rhythm of stroking up and down the hard shaft, once, twice, before flicking his thumb over the velvety head. He smeared at the precum which gathered there in beads before he stroked him again, again and again in a way that had Tooru’s mind toppling over in insane pleasure.
“I… ahhnnng…”
‘Fuck…’
‘Oh, fuck…’
Tooru mindlessly ripped even harder at the sheets as the taut muscles of his stomach soon started contracting almost painfully, and his fleshy thighs quivered against Hiroaki’s slender sides, the heat in the pit of his stomach building and building and building so fast he barely realized what was happening.
“Aaah…”
‘I can’t…’
‘I…’
Just when Tooru was ready to give up the last ounce of his ragged sanity and throw himself into oblivion Hiroaki started moving his hips again, in slow but firm motions, not retracting but just pushing in against him again and again and again; pushing the head of his cock against that special bundles of nerves that cruelly knocked the air out of the small drummer’s lungs and made his skin burn ever so pleasantly.
‘F-fuck…’
Tooru’s lips parted in a soundless gasp as the pleasure in his body intensified times ten within a second, and then he threw his head back against the sheets, arching his neck almost painfully as he came undone like he never had before; white ribbons shooting from his rock-hard cock in the next second, lacing over his stomach and chest and all the way up to his neck and chin, coating his sweaty skin in white lines of salt.
“Aaaahn…”
Tooru clenched hard around the softening cock inside of him as every muscle in his frail body contracted and his back arched off the sheets; it literally felt like he had no control over his body whatsoever as he trembled, arched and squirmed as pleasure tore through him, as pleasure took him over. Hiroaki released his cock in the next second as he was milked dry, and leaned down over him, claiming Tooru’s swollen lips in return as he held him pinned down to the sheets with his stronger, larger body.
‘God…’
Hiroaki kissed him so passionately then it seemed he was trying to swallow every last one of Tooru’s heady moans and gasps, and the small drummer couldn’t help but let him; he clung to him helplessly as he came undone in the most beautiful mess; as his heated, fleshy thighs pressed hard in against Hiroaki’s sides. His arms wrapped around the other man's back then, his nails sinking into the pale, unmarred skin mindlessly as kiss after kiss was claimed from his lips, drowning him alongside the white pleasure.
‘I never thought… it could feel this good…’
‘This right…’
‘It must be because it’s him…’
‘Because…’
“I love you so much...” Tooru whispered out softly against Hiroaki’s lips one of the countless times they drew apart to breathe, voicing his pleasure-hazed thoughts without even realizing, and, when the lean guitarist claimed his lips again in the next second, Tooru could feel him smile against it, could feel how the corners of his dark-coloured lips tugged upwards. It was perfect; even after he slowly came back down to Earth, and his frail body stopped trembling and writhing, Hiroaki kept kissing him all the same, kept claiming one deep kiss after another from his swollen lips in an endless stream.
‘Even if he can’t say it yet…’
‘Even if he doesn’t feel it yet…’
‘I’ll keep telling him…’
‘Until the day he believes me…’
‘Until the day he can say it back to me…’
Minutes passed like that, and when Hiroaki finally drew back, from the umpteenth kiss, Tooru was feeling so lightheaded and so wonderfully exhausted that he wasn’t sure he would ever be able to move again – nor did he want to. He watched with features dusted with pinkness as the older man moved up to sit then, and a soft mewl tore off his swollen lips as Hiroaki slowly and carefully retracted from inside him in the next second, sliding out of him with a thick, wet sound.
“Nnngg…”
‘God, my body feels so empty now, without him inside of me…’ Tooru thought as the feeling of loss washed over him, and the tight ring of his entrance clenched and unclenched madly now that it was freed, cold air snaking into his superheated body unpleasantly, ‘Without him filling me up…’
Hiroaki pulled the condom off his cock then, and tied it together to keep his white seeds from spilling out. Then he reached for a handful of tissues, and he used them to clean Tooru’s chest, stomach, cock and entrance as best he could, so sweetly and so carefully it had the small drummer’s heart singing in his chest and his features burned brightly red in equal parts shyness and happiness. Hiroaki worked in silence and, when he was done, he pushed off the bed in the same manner and went into the small bathroom.
‘I knew he was a different person beneath it all…’
‘A kinder person…’
‘But I never dreamt he’d be this sweet…’
‘This perfect…’
As he could hear the water running in the other room, and figured Hiroaki was cleaning himself off too, Tooru moved a pillow under his head and snuggled down against it as he dragged a portion of the black sheets up and around his frail body. His skin was still heated and sweaty, and his body was still humming pleasantly in his aftermath of pleasure, and Tooru could swear he had never felt more at ease nor happier than he did just then, than he did lying there in Hiroaki’s home, in his bed, wrapped up in his sheets.
‘I never want to leave here…’
‘I want to just stay in bed with him…’
‘Forever…’
When Hiroaki reentered the room moments later he didn’t rejoin Tooru on the bed again though, but dawdled past him wordlessly as he went over to sit down on the window sill, picking up the cigarettes and the lighter which were placed in the corner there. He then lit up one of the white cancer sticks and huffed at it, before turning his head away.
“Hiroaki… Come back to bed…” the small drummer spoke softly then, credulously as always, as he watched the beautiful man sit there on the window sill in all his naked glory, his body half turned away from him, his eyes looking through the glass at the black night sky outside. Tooru could see his face clearly though, in the window reflection, though Hiroaki didn't seem to notice that. “Please?”
In spite of everything that had just happened between them Hiroaki ignored him beautifully though, as he continued to just blow white swirly smoke from his dark-coloured lips, his onyx eyes glued unto something outside, something past the blackness of the night, and yet it only caused Tooru to chuckle softly, happily.
‘Like he can fool me…’
‘After everything that just happened…’
“Hiro…” the small drummer said softly then and, though his voice was barely above a whisper, Hiroaki turned his head instantly at the sound of his nickname, at the sound of the name Tooru would use from that day on, “I’m so happy,” the small drummer smiled coyly, happily, as their eyes met across the room.
The lean guitarist looked at him for a long moment before turning his head again. “I’m happy too,” Hiroaki replied then, stoically, quietly, after a few moments of silence in which he had just looked out of the window, and in the next second Tooru saw the most beautiful, widest smile spread unto his dark-coloured lips in the window reflection, even as he obviously tried to hide it.
Hiroaki was happy too.
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Please leave a comment and make me happy~ ヽ(*´ω`)ﾉﾟ ♥
So, that was the end of Tooru and Hiroaki's little love story~
I will miss them so much... (´；ω；｀)
This story is dedicated to all those amazing people out there who are capable of loving someone as damaged as Hiroaki, and who don’t give up when facing hardship, but keep fighting relentlessly because they know real love is something worth fighting for, because they know real love is more than worth a little pain and tears.
~ THE END ~
