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snoozing_kittenSo, I participated in the jexchange thing, and I wrote this, I'm not sure for who tho, since they kept changing it on me. =/ So I wrote this for someone really. In return I got this Jun/Koyama written for me.
Title: Sex sells more then rock, so lets fuck and forget the background hum
Pairing: Maru/Kame
Rating: NC-17
Summary: The mechanics of life were always just a little too much for Maru, like he was looking at just one puzzle piece trying to tease out the whole picture. Spend a day with Maru- just to see what he sees.
Warnings/Notes: D/s, slavery, attempted fisting, erotic asphyxiation
The car slipped into the underground parking, the air vibrating with the soft melody spilling from the speakers- jazz. He stared out the window, watching as Tokyo gave way to bland cement walls and yellow guiding stripes; Kame eased the car into his parking spot. He’s careful to avoid hitting the blue SUV parked beside them with his door when he gets out.
“Hurry up.” There was no smile behind the command, and he’s quick to comply.
Kame pressed the call button for the elevator, looking down at his mobile, and with the backlight highlighting his face like that and if he squinted he might see the Kame he thought he knew under that blank expression. He blinked and the illusion was gone, not that it really matters anymore. ’You know what you’re getting into don’t you?’
Ding sounded far too cheery; and Maru trailed after Kame into the elevator, the initial jolt of movement made his stomach drop. It seems lately he’s wallowing in that sinking, drowning place in the back of his head, and a year ago he would have never imagined that he’d end up here- like this. ’Of course Kame, we’ll be okay.’
His apartment was quiet, empty even, mocking Maru with the images of the six of them lounging in various piles in the living room laughing and smiling. Still he dared not to dawdle, as his shoes hit the rack he was already making a beeline for the bedroom- he’s not sure if Kame even looked up from his text-message conversation.
’Maru, you know I love you right?’ Kame looked at him, piercing eyes and that sort of half quirk of his mouth that could have meant anything. Still the words made his brain stutter, and he could only gape at the younger man, at a loss for words.
‘You love me?’
‘Of course I do.’
So he had said then, but now sometimes Maru wondered. He wondered what this game really meant to the other man, because at times it seemed to mean nothing at all, and sometimes Kame looked like he might break without it. Whatever it was it wasn’t love, but that was okay, Maru was too old to believe in love at this point, that passed at around twenty-two. Pulling the cotton t-shirt over his head he folded it, placing it softly on top of the pile of t-shirts. His belt went next, whispering against the denim of his pants. Underwear goes in the hamper, and his jeans are folded and hung on one of the hangers.
The grey sweats were comfy, soft cotton against his thighs and buttocks, smooth leather clipped on next, fastening loose around his neck. Running his hands through his hair, feeling the stiff strands loosen between his fingers. Glancing at the other restraints he left them, if Kame wanted to tie him up, he could do a little of the work himself.
’Maru,’ Kame kissed a path across his collarbones, nibbling at the skin, almost painfully so. Breathing over his neck, he rode the waves as Maru bucked under him, ‘I love you my sweet sweet Maru.’
‘I love you too.’ Maru sighed, as he slipped his tongue out to lap at Kame’s lips.
Kame was sitting on the couch when he came out, eyes closed head tilted back against the cushions. He didn’t move when Maru walked across the small living room and sat down next to him.
“What do you want for dinner?” Kame turned to him, looking from under long black eyelashes. He wetted his lips briefly.
“Teriyaki.”
“Alright.” Maru paused, waiting to see if Kame would add anything, silence.
Maru set about cooking, pulling out a pan to fry the beef, and grabbing some leftover rice from the fridge. Not so long ago it would be the two of them in the kitchen, Kame playfully smearing flour across Maru’s cheek as the two of them laughed. ‘Like that time, do you remember? We were filming the Junior fight…’ Other times in the kitchen, like that time everyone left and Maru stayed; Kame’s grip on the back of his shirt tight, telling him in a joking manner that he had been volunteered to help him clean up. Smelling of lemon cleaner, Kame had pressed him to the counter, hands on either side of him caging him in. Their first kiss, so unexpected that Maru thought for a moment that he must be asleep and dreaming because something like this would only happen in his strangest dreams, a place where the Cheshire Cat taunted and the Queen of Hearts presided.
He’d chased that white rabbit down that hole, and then he fell, hard and fast. The Queen of Heart kept him on a leash –metaphorical at first, and physical after time- with that self-indulgent tilt of his thin lips. ’Will you stay here with me Maru?’
‘Yeah, as long as you want me.’
“Just call me Alice.” Maru said to himself in a high fake falsetto voice.
“What’s that about?” Kame asked, and Maru tossed him a look over his shoulder, finding him leaning against the doorframe. “Alice?”
“That’s my name.” The younger man smirked at him, strutting forward till he was right in Maru’s personal space.
“Alright. Is dinner almost ready?” Maru nodded tightly, it was a bare thing; almost backing up right into the stove when Kame got all up in his face like that. One long hand, long thin-boned fingers, toyed with the underside of the collar. “I’m going out tonight.”
Translation: You’re not going with me.
“Alright.”
Kame’s mobile vibrated to life and sound, the lights flashing merrily when he pulled it out of his pocket. “Hello? Yeah, no, I can talk.” He drifted from the kitchen back to the living room pressing his mobile close to his face and smiling faintly. “I’m looking forward to…”
The beef sizzled and Maru twisted to reach a flipper to move it around with. He needed to keep cooking; if it wasn’t good Kame would punish him. Not even the more pleasant kind of punishment, with the cuffs, and the paddle- the kind where Kame would tie his collar to the living room table and leave him there while he went on with his life. Or like that one time, Maru thought that Kame had been frightening when he fought with Ueda, but then Maru didn’t come home one night –in a fit of defiance he slept on Koki’s couch.
’You aren’t going to leave me, you want someone else? Fine, let’s do this.’
‘Kame, I didn’t-.’
‘No talking.’ Kame gagged him with a all-to smug look. Maru had never been so totally humiliated in his whole life, Kame treated him like an object. He had to sit there gagged and tethered to the table naked while Kame and YamaPi had tea. He had to watch as YamaPi gave Kame a blowjob, the entire time Kame moaned loud and wonton, meeting Maru’s gaze with sadistic glee. The way Kame had said it that way clung to him still, made him fearful of incurring that wrath again- ‘go ahead, you can have him’.
The Teriyaki was done and Maru spooned it carefully into two bowls, and set them on the table, moving the remove two bottles of water from the fridge. There would be ice cream for dessert if Kame wanted it. “Dinner’s ready.” Maru called out, sitting down and waiting for Kame to join him.
Stockholm syndrome, the emotional attachment to your capture that comes from the undertaking of their every wish to keep yourself alive. Maru had been caught up all too willingly, chewed up and spit out before he knew what was going on. To defy and leave would probably result in career suicide, Kame was much more important to the company then Maru was. So he was stuck in neutral, not enough drive to go forwards but too late to slip into reverse.
They ate pretty quietly.
“I’m going to take a nap.” Maru announced softly when he finished his bowl, “I’ll clean the dishes when I get up?”
“Yeah.”
Maru left without looking up- he was feeling rather low and wasn’t about to wait around to be ordered upon. He was an idol, but he never felt like it these days.
- - -
“Hey get up.” He whispered against his ear, Maru hissed trying to burrow deeper in the covers. Kame smelled like sweat and alcohol as he pressed in close, pinning the older man to the mattress. “Put your collar back on.”
“Mmmm.” Maru wormed his hand out, groping for the nightstand until his fingertips brushed the leather. Kame had his legs pinned to the mattress, so he pulled himself up on his elbows to snap the collar into place. The younger man bit his shoulder none-to-gently, making him whine. “What’s going on?”
“Shut up.” Kame pushed him down harder and Maru squirmed trying to get his legs in a less awkward position. “Roll over.”
Kame was looking at him, eyes lidded lips moist and still slick with the gloss from his night out. His short hair was messed from his hat, and he was shirtless, sharp shadows played across his skinny chest. He slid down so he could sit on Maru’s knobby knees and bit at his nipples. He toyed at them with sharp nips and harsh bites to the surrounding skin- Maru’s back arched sharply off the bed with a cry.
“Here spread ‘em.” Sitting back he pushed at milky pale thighs pushing them apart to nip along the inside of the thighs. Maru shifted, the bites stung, sharp lines of fire across the thinnest skin of his body. Wet tongue followed, moving up to the crease where his leg met his body. “Don’t move.”
Kame pulled away, taking the underwear with him, shoving them down his legs and off completely, before popping the button on his own jeans. He wiggled his hips, letting them fall to the ground before kicking them away- predictably he wore nothing under.
’You taste so good.’ Kame was about half way through a complete head-to-toe tongue bath, and Maru was about half way to crazy. ‘So good.’
Maru placed his feet flat on the bed, raising his knees so Kame could kneel in the cradle of his hipbones, pressing their chests together. He kissed his cheek, licking along the smooth curve when Maru tilted his head away. One slender hand wrapped around his semi-hard dick and tugged, gentle at first, fingers mapping out the length and width, toying with the coarse pubic hair.
Maru fisted the sheets tugging on them, as Kame jerked him off almost brutally, tugging from root to crown with sure strokes. He fingered Maru with the other hand, slipping in his middle finger amidst the distraction, fucking him with the same stark efficiency. Gritting his teeth against the urge to moan helplessly Maru struggled with the urge to move: closer, farther, away, more, anything other then just lying there.
Orgasm built hard and fast, just the way Kame wanted it, when it came down to it, things always went the way Kame wanted it. He arched sharply off the bed, moaning as he spilled over. He shuddered, the skin of his penis felt twitchy and raw, but that didn’t stop the prodding fingers, smoothing his own semen across his belly and hips. The finger up inside of him twisted, pressing in deeper and reminding him it was there. Allowed no respite at all.
“Kame.” Maru whimpered the other looked sharply at him, and he bit his bottom lip. He was so sensitive it almost hurt, his thighs twitched. The finger slipped free and he sighed, watching as Kame quickly spread the lubricant across the rest of his fingers.
Two this time, pressing in incessantly, pushing and stretching- push pull- slick slide, Maru could feel his body coiling in tight on itself, still not over his orgasm. Three fingers slipped in without much resistance. Four hurt, he arched, biting his lips against the ‘stop’ that wanted to burst forth; he wasn’t allowed to resist. Kame pushed in, enough that Maru felt he was going to fly apart, then eased back out to bearable, starting the whole push-pull rhythm again.
Tears prickled behind his eyes, it hurt each time Kame’s hand pushed in farther, the knuckles more then he figured would ever fit inside him. Finally when Kame seemed content that Maru wasn’t going to be physically capable of taking anything else- maybe he just liked it to hurt, to see his fingers stretching the muscle watching it contract when he slipped free. Maru could have sobbed.
“That was fun.” Kame hissed, pressing a soft kiss to his collarbone with a small smirk. “Answer me.”
“Y-yeah.” Maru panted, licking his bitten lips; they stung like mad, which while he was biting them was the least of his pains.
“I learned a new trick.” Kame kissed the hollow at the base of his throat, nipping at the skin pulled taught over sharp bones. “Don’t struggle.”
’Are you in love with me yet?’ Kame asked, grinning at him, as he pressed the spoon of ice cream against his lips, forcing him to lick them to clean the treat away.
‘mmf?’ Maru asked around the spoon, sucking all the ice cream off it with lips and tongue as Kame pulled it back.
‘Are in love with me yet?’ He smirked, ‘don’t struggle against it now.’ Maru had rolled his eyes then suddenly pressed his palms to his temples.
‘Ahh brain freeze!’
Kame hooked his hands under Maru’s knees and pulled them up easily, pressing them against Maru’s chest so he could move in closer. The body heat was scorching, and Maru found his heart was thundering in his chest, anxiety mixed with a heavy helping of lust, endorphins making his mind spin like a whirl-a-gig. He was so wound up he was going to fly apart, explode all over the room in one cathartic boom.
The sensation of Kame pushing in is familiar, they’ve done this many times before, still it burns and Maru draws in a sharp breath holding it until Kame stops pushing. It’s forced out of him in one long rush when Kame pulls out and slams in quicker then he had time to prepare for. The pace is set like that, fast, hard, brutal, Kame holding himself up on his arms over Maru, his necklace slapping against his chest as he rides the older man.
Panic sets in when Kame’s hands slip around his neck, fingers curling around the side and thumbs across the front. His eyes fly wide open to stare up at Kame; the other man smirked darkly at him. His mouth opened to speak, words sticking in his throat, right under where Kame’s thumb was pressing.
“Don’t speak, just trust me.” He didn’t have a choice, he’d offered up his freewill to Kame long ago too make him happy. He was Alice, and the Queen of Hearts shouted –‘Off with his head!’
Kame pressed down, and every instinct Maru had was to push him off, to stop the weight that was pressing and restricting his breathing. Eyes wide, and pupils dilated he watched Kame’s face, even as his thumbs pressed down with more force, completely cutting off his air supply. The younger man was smiling at him, fucking him with increasing force, getting off on Maru’s submission.
Reality fuzzed around the edges, darkness sweeping in on the edge of his vision. He could still feel the heat spearing straight to his insides burning and blurring with all the other sensations he could quite puzzle out. The sensation faded, everything was muted, and even the panicked jack hammering of his heart was fading into the distance.
When Kame pulled his hands away Maru’s world literally exploded. Sensation sizzled, and his lungs expanding and pulling in air in a massive gulp, his orgasm was just another part of the wave. His erection had wilted away when he panicked, and the spring action almost made him hurt. Reeling from the intense sensation Maru actually passed out.
Koki sitting with his feet on the coffee table, drinking a bottle of juice and looking at Maru through narrowed eyes. ‘Why do you stay with him? Are you happy?’
‘…’ Maru shrugged absently, thinking about the first question and completely ignoring the second. ‘I guess just because.’
Because he was scared to leave.
Because sometimes Kame did really love him.
Because he had loved Kame too.
‘Just because.’
Title: Sex sells more then rock, so lets fuck and forget the background hum
Pairing: Maru/Kame
Rating: NC-17
Summary: The mechanics of life were always just a little too much for Maru, like he was looking at just one puzzle piece trying to tease out the whole picture. Spend a day with Maru- just to see what he sees.
Warnings/Notes: D/s, slavery, attempted fisting, erotic asphyxiation
The car slipped into the underground parking, the air vibrating with the soft melody spilling from the speakers- jazz. He stared out the window, watching as Tokyo gave way to bland cement walls and yellow guiding stripes; Kame eased the car into his parking spot. He’s careful to avoid hitting the blue SUV parked beside them with his door when he gets out.
“Hurry up.” There was no smile behind the command, and he’s quick to comply.
Kame pressed the call button for the elevator, looking down at his mobile, and with the backlight highlighting his face like that and if he squinted he might see the Kame he thought he knew under that blank expression. He blinked and the illusion was gone, not that it really matters anymore. ’You know what you’re getting into don’t you?’
Ding sounded far too cheery; and Maru trailed after Kame into the elevator, the initial jolt of movement made his stomach drop. It seems lately he’s wallowing in that sinking, drowning place in the back of his head, and a year ago he would have never imagined that he’d end up here- like this. ’Of course Kame, we’ll be okay.’
His apartment was quiet, empty even, mocking Maru with the images of the six of them lounging in various piles in the living room laughing and smiling. Still he dared not to dawdle, as his shoes hit the rack he was already making a beeline for the bedroom- he’s not sure if Kame even looked up from his text-message conversation.
’Maru, you know I love you right?’ Kame looked at him, piercing eyes and that sort of half quirk of his mouth that could have meant anything. Still the words made his brain stutter, and he could only gape at the younger man, at a loss for words.
‘You love me?’
‘Of course I do.’
So he had said then, but now sometimes Maru wondered. He wondered what this game really meant to the other man, because at times it seemed to mean nothing at all, and sometimes Kame looked like he might break without it. Whatever it was it wasn’t love, but that was okay, Maru was too old to believe in love at this point, that passed at around twenty-two. Pulling the cotton t-shirt over his head he folded it, placing it softly on top of the pile of t-shirts. His belt went next, whispering against the denim of his pants. Underwear goes in the hamper, and his jeans are folded and hung on one of the hangers.
The grey sweats were comfy, soft cotton against his thighs and buttocks, smooth leather clipped on next, fastening loose around his neck. Running his hands through his hair, feeling the stiff strands loosen between his fingers. Glancing at the other restraints he left them, if Kame wanted to tie him up, he could do a little of the work himself.
’Maru,’ Kame kissed a path across his collarbones, nibbling at the skin, almost painfully so. Breathing over his neck, he rode the waves as Maru bucked under him, ‘I love you my sweet sweet Maru.’
‘I love you too.’ Maru sighed, as he slipped his tongue out to lap at Kame’s lips.
Kame was sitting on the couch when he came out, eyes closed head tilted back against the cushions. He didn’t move when Maru walked across the small living room and sat down next to him.
“What do you want for dinner?” Kame turned to him, looking from under long black eyelashes. He wetted his lips briefly.
“Teriyaki.”
“Alright.” Maru paused, waiting to see if Kame would add anything, silence.
Maru set about cooking, pulling out a pan to fry the beef, and grabbing some leftover rice from the fridge. Not so long ago it would be the two of them in the kitchen, Kame playfully smearing flour across Maru’s cheek as the two of them laughed. ‘Like that time, do you remember? We were filming the Junior fight…’ Other times in the kitchen, like that time everyone left and Maru stayed; Kame’s grip on the back of his shirt tight, telling him in a joking manner that he had been volunteered to help him clean up. Smelling of lemon cleaner, Kame had pressed him to the counter, hands on either side of him caging him in. Their first kiss, so unexpected that Maru thought for a moment that he must be asleep and dreaming because something like this would only happen in his strangest dreams, a place where the Cheshire Cat taunted and the Queen of Hearts presided.
He’d chased that white rabbit down that hole, and then he fell, hard and fast. The Queen of Heart kept him on a leash –metaphorical at first, and physical after time- with that self-indulgent tilt of his thin lips. ’Will you stay here with me Maru?’
‘Yeah, as long as you want me.’
“Just call me Alice.” Maru said to himself in a high fake falsetto voice.
“What’s that about?” Kame asked, and Maru tossed him a look over his shoulder, finding him leaning against the doorframe. “Alice?”
“That’s my name.” The younger man smirked at him, strutting forward till he was right in Maru’s personal space.
“Alright. Is dinner almost ready?” Maru nodded tightly, it was a bare thing; almost backing up right into the stove when Kame got all up in his face like that. One long hand, long thin-boned fingers, toyed with the underside of the collar. “I’m going out tonight.”
Translation: You’re not going with me.
“Alright.”
Kame’s mobile vibrated to life and sound, the lights flashing merrily when he pulled it out of his pocket. “Hello? Yeah, no, I can talk.” He drifted from the kitchen back to the living room pressing his mobile close to his face and smiling faintly. “I’m looking forward to…”
The beef sizzled and Maru twisted to reach a flipper to move it around with. He needed to keep cooking; if it wasn’t good Kame would punish him. Not even the more pleasant kind of punishment, with the cuffs, and the paddle- the kind where Kame would tie his collar to the living room table and leave him there while he went on with his life. Or like that one time, Maru thought that Kame had been frightening when he fought with Ueda, but then Maru didn’t come home one night –in a fit of defiance he slept on Koki’s couch.
’You aren’t going to leave me, you want someone else? Fine, let’s do this.’
‘Kame, I didn’t-.’
‘No talking.’ Kame gagged him with a all-to smug look. Maru had never been so totally humiliated in his whole life, Kame treated him like an object. He had to sit there gagged and tethered to the table naked while Kame and YamaPi had tea. He had to watch as YamaPi gave Kame a blowjob, the entire time Kame moaned loud and wonton, meeting Maru’s gaze with sadistic glee. The way Kame had said it that way clung to him still, made him fearful of incurring that wrath again- ‘go ahead, you can have him’.
The Teriyaki was done and Maru spooned it carefully into two bowls, and set them on the table, moving the remove two bottles of water from the fridge. There would be ice cream for dessert if Kame wanted it. “Dinner’s ready.” Maru called out, sitting down and waiting for Kame to join him.
Stockholm syndrome, the emotional attachment to your capture that comes from the undertaking of their every wish to keep yourself alive. Maru had been caught up all too willingly, chewed up and spit out before he knew what was going on. To defy and leave would probably result in career suicide, Kame was much more important to the company then Maru was. So he was stuck in neutral, not enough drive to go forwards but too late to slip into reverse.
They ate pretty quietly.
“I’m going to take a nap.” Maru announced softly when he finished his bowl, “I’ll clean the dishes when I get up?”
“Yeah.”
Maru left without looking up- he was feeling rather low and wasn’t about to wait around to be ordered upon. He was an idol, but he never felt like it these days.
- - -
“Hey get up.” He whispered against his ear, Maru hissed trying to burrow deeper in the covers. Kame smelled like sweat and alcohol as he pressed in close, pinning the older man to the mattress. “Put your collar back on.”
“Mmmm.” Maru wormed his hand out, groping for the nightstand until his fingertips brushed the leather. Kame had his legs pinned to the mattress, so he pulled himself up on his elbows to snap the collar into place. The younger man bit his shoulder none-to-gently, making him whine. “What’s going on?”
“Shut up.” Kame pushed him down harder and Maru squirmed trying to get his legs in a less awkward position. “Roll over.”
Kame was looking at him, eyes lidded lips moist and still slick with the gloss from his night out. His short hair was messed from his hat, and he was shirtless, sharp shadows played across his skinny chest. He slid down so he could sit on Maru’s knobby knees and bit at his nipples. He toyed at them with sharp nips and harsh bites to the surrounding skin- Maru’s back arched sharply off the bed with a cry.
“Here spread ‘em.” Sitting back he pushed at milky pale thighs pushing them apart to nip along the inside of the thighs. Maru shifted, the bites stung, sharp lines of fire across the thinnest skin of his body. Wet tongue followed, moving up to the crease where his leg met his body. “Don’t move.”
Kame pulled away, taking the underwear with him, shoving them down his legs and off completely, before popping the button on his own jeans. He wiggled his hips, letting them fall to the ground before kicking them away- predictably he wore nothing under.
’You taste so good.’ Kame was about half way through a complete head-to-toe tongue bath, and Maru was about half way to crazy. ‘So good.’
Maru placed his feet flat on the bed, raising his knees so Kame could kneel in the cradle of his hipbones, pressing their chests together. He kissed his cheek, licking along the smooth curve when Maru tilted his head away. One slender hand wrapped around his semi-hard dick and tugged, gentle at first, fingers mapping out the length and width, toying with the coarse pubic hair.
Maru fisted the sheets tugging on them, as Kame jerked him off almost brutally, tugging from root to crown with sure strokes. He fingered Maru with the other hand, slipping in his middle finger amidst the distraction, fucking him with the same stark efficiency. Gritting his teeth against the urge to moan helplessly Maru struggled with the urge to move: closer, farther, away, more, anything other then just lying there.
Orgasm built hard and fast, just the way Kame wanted it, when it came down to it, things always went the way Kame wanted it. He arched sharply off the bed, moaning as he spilled over. He shuddered, the skin of his penis felt twitchy and raw, but that didn’t stop the prodding fingers, smoothing his own semen across his belly and hips. The finger up inside of him twisted, pressing in deeper and reminding him it was there. Allowed no respite at all.
“Kame.” Maru whimpered the other looked sharply at him, and he bit his bottom lip. He was so sensitive it almost hurt, his thighs twitched. The finger slipped free and he sighed, watching as Kame quickly spread the lubricant across the rest of his fingers.
Two this time, pressing in incessantly, pushing and stretching- push pull- slick slide, Maru could feel his body coiling in tight on itself, still not over his orgasm. Three fingers slipped in without much resistance. Four hurt, he arched, biting his lips against the ‘stop’ that wanted to burst forth; he wasn’t allowed to resist. Kame pushed in, enough that Maru felt he was going to fly apart, then eased back out to bearable, starting the whole push-pull rhythm again.
Tears prickled behind his eyes, it hurt each time Kame’s hand pushed in farther, the knuckles more then he figured would ever fit inside him. Finally when Kame seemed content that Maru wasn’t going to be physically capable of taking anything else- maybe he just liked it to hurt, to see his fingers stretching the muscle watching it contract when he slipped free. Maru could have sobbed.
“That was fun.” Kame hissed, pressing a soft kiss to his collarbone with a small smirk. “Answer me.”
“Y-yeah.” Maru panted, licking his bitten lips; they stung like mad, which while he was biting them was the least of his pains.
“I learned a new trick.” Kame kissed the hollow at the base of his throat, nipping at the skin pulled taught over sharp bones. “Don’t struggle.”
’Are you in love with me yet?’ Kame asked, grinning at him, as he pressed the spoon of ice cream against his lips, forcing him to lick them to clean the treat away.
‘mmf?’ Maru asked around the spoon, sucking all the ice cream off it with lips and tongue as Kame pulled it back.
‘Are in love with me yet?’ He smirked, ‘don’t struggle against it now.’ Maru had rolled his eyes then suddenly pressed his palms to his temples.
‘Ahh brain freeze!’
Kame hooked his hands under Maru’s knees and pulled them up easily, pressing them against Maru’s chest so he could move in closer. The body heat was scorching, and Maru found his heart was thundering in his chest, anxiety mixed with a heavy helping of lust, endorphins making his mind spin like a whirl-a-gig. He was so wound up he was going to fly apart, explode all over the room in one cathartic boom.
The sensation of Kame pushing in is familiar, they’ve done this many times before, still it burns and Maru draws in a sharp breath holding it until Kame stops pushing. It’s forced out of him in one long rush when Kame pulls out and slams in quicker then he had time to prepare for. The pace is set like that, fast, hard, brutal, Kame holding himself up on his arms over Maru, his necklace slapping against his chest as he rides the older man.
Panic sets in when Kame’s hands slip around his neck, fingers curling around the side and thumbs across the front. His eyes fly wide open to stare up at Kame; the other man smirked darkly at him. His mouth opened to speak, words sticking in his throat, right under where Kame’s thumb was pressing.
“Don’t speak, just trust me.” He didn’t have a choice, he’d offered up his freewill to Kame long ago too make him happy. He was Alice, and the Queen of Hearts shouted –‘Off with his head!’
Kame pressed down, and every instinct Maru had was to push him off, to stop the weight that was pressing and restricting his breathing. Eyes wide, and pupils dilated he watched Kame’s face, even as his thumbs pressed down with more force, completely cutting off his air supply. The younger man was smiling at him, fucking him with increasing force, getting off on Maru’s submission.
Reality fuzzed around the edges, darkness sweeping in on the edge of his vision. He could still feel the heat spearing straight to his insides burning and blurring with all the other sensations he could quite puzzle out. The sensation faded, everything was muted, and even the panicked jack hammering of his heart was fading into the distance.
When Kame pulled his hands away Maru’s world literally exploded. Sensation sizzled, and his lungs expanding and pulling in air in a massive gulp, his orgasm was just another part of the wave. His erection had wilted away when he panicked, and the spring action almost made him hurt. Reeling from the intense sensation Maru actually passed out.
Koki sitting with his feet on the coffee table, drinking a bottle of juice and looking at Maru through narrowed eyes. ‘Why do you stay with him? Are you happy?’
‘…’ Maru shrugged absently, thinking about the first question and completely ignoring the second. ‘I guess just because.’
Because he was scared to leave.
Because sometimes Kame did really love him.
Because he had loved Kame too.
‘Just because.’
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Date: 2007-09-13 08:05 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2007-09-14 07:54 pm (UTC)Thank you~
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Date: 2007-09-14 09:44 pm (UTC)I hope that compensates.
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Date: 2010-08-25 12:21 pm (UTC)Either way, thanks for reading and commenting! :3
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Date: 2010-08-24 11:12 pm (UTC)Oh and it totally needs a sequel.