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Title: Good Morning
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fonulyn
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Kaoru/OC (named Aiji)
Disclaimer: I own no one, only my dirty imagination.
Summary: It’s almost too easy to make Kaoru agree to anything at a moment like this, right after waking up, when sleep is still lingering in his limbs, his defences down. It’s just impossible to resist him then, impossible.
Comments:
fonulyn: This is for my better half and the light of my life, seinen_no since she wanted me to write something with these two XD Aiji is an original character in one of our long projects and somehow, without us two having any control over it, he and Kaoru ended up together. Although Kaoru was supposed to be straight! Anyways, he found the man of his life XD Maybe they’re a bit similar, both being these tattooed, tough guys (at least on the outside) and that attracts? Anyways, I don’t know if anyone of you is interested, but do give it a try! :) It’s at least Kaoru and some hot smut! And you can always try to replace the OC with someone else in your head if necessary XD
And feel free to add our journal if you like the stories!
Plus, the archive.
Good Morning
The room is dark, the black heavy curtains closed so that there is only a small gap between them, allowing a bit of light to seep through. It’s barely enough to make out shapes and edges, slight changes in color. Yet, Aiji has been awake for hours now, lying on his side with his head propped up, his cheek on his palm and his elbow steadied in the mattress. He doesn’t even need to look at the clock to know it’s way past noon, has to be as they only fell asleep in the early morning hours when the sun had already been lingering in the horizon, both too exhausted to keep awake any longer.
Slowly, he reaches out his hand in the dark, brushing his fingertips over the tattooed shoulder of the man before him, sliding them further along the smooth skin. Kaoru is still asleep, and he can’t deny he enjoys the sight, the whole moment. He has been watching the other man breathe steadily for a while now and he knows he’s close to waking up, is lingering somewhere in the state between awake and asleep. Teasingly, he traces the lines of the tattoo with his fingers, before flattening his palm in the middle of the other man’s chest. Kaoru is shifting now, a sleepy sigh spilling from his lips.
Aiji leans closer, brushing his lips against the other man’s ear, his voice only a low, hot whisper against sensitive skin. “I could get used to this, you know.” His voice is low, rough by the lack of use, and yet there’s this certain softness to it. At least enough to make Kaoru smile. Still sleepy, he shifts a bit on his place, his body seeking the warmth from the closeness. “To what? Waking up at noon?” That is something so typical for him, being fully awake the second something gains his attention, always easily sliding back to the conscious world. One of those grins so typical for him is curving his lips as he tilts his head just a little bit, looking straight at the other man.
The grin is responded to instantly, a low chuckle spills from Aiji’s lips as he nods. “That too. And waking up next to the unshaved, stained, disheveled you.” With every word he moves his fingers, drawing random patterns on the other man’s chest and his indeed stained stomach, before following the trail of fine hairs from his belly down to his groin. The touch makes Kaoru shiver, his eyes sliding shut on their own, and yet one can see how much he enjoys the moment.
“Oh I take that as a compliment.” Kaoru grins, already opening his mouth to go on. The words turn into a low gasp though, followed by a moan that rolls from deep in his throat. Aiji’s hand has found its way to his groin, grasping him almost demandingly. Apparently he’s been having more pleasant dreams than he had even realized. His hips arch up and a low purr follows the initial reaction, pleasant heat flooding his whole being.
Aiji seems content to see the result of his attempts, and Kaoru can feel him grin as he begins to nibble on the side of his neck. “You should. But wait till I show the rest of the compliments I’ve got in store for you.”
“…show?” Kaoru’s voice is confused, his sleep hazed mind unable to piece it all together just yet. Aiji reaches up, connecting their lips in a slow, sensual kiss. Kaoru’s beard tickles him like always, their teeth click together in the lack of proper coordination and not even the morning breath makes them break the contact. With each passing second the kiss turns deeper, hastier, needier. Aiji’s hand is working miracles between Kaoru’s legs until the guitarist is panting, squirming, hot as hell. Thin layer of sweat is beading on his skin as he parts his legs further, his low breaths coming in ragged gasps and he shifts on the sheets that stick to his skin.
“Oh yeah. Show.” It’s spoken as lowly as the words before and yet there’s a silent command laced to it, demand written in the undercurrencies of the simple statement. Or maybe it’s more a wish, careful urging rather than a brash command. Whatever it is, Aiji doesn’t waste a single second before he does exactly what he’s been asked. He slides between the other man’s legs, marveling how they fall so easily open for him, something he had never dared to even dream of. Seconds later his lips close over the guitarist’s cock as he sucks the hardening flesh into his mouth.
It doesn’t take much to make Kaoru react, especially not at a moment like this right after waking up, when his defenses are still down and he is as vulnerable as he gets. It’s almost too easy for Aiji to work one finger inside of him, then two, and although at first Kaoru tenses up a little it only lasts for a second before the hot, wet mouth distracts him enough. Kaoru could swear that Aiji can do miracles with his lips, his mouth, his tongue, gosh his sinful tongue. He only wants more, is burning from the inside and there is no way he can channel the desperate need from within.
Kaoru never begs, he never asks with his words but it doesn’t mean it’s not there. His body does the begging for him, shows how much he needs more and how badly he wants it. His body is open, willing, ready for more and he doesn’t resist when Aiji moves up and kisses him hard. A few heartbeats later he feels that hot, heavy flesh sliding into his body inch by inch, enough to make him feel like all sense and reason leaves him in favor of sheer need.
The first thrust is always like that, slow and intense, but what follows afterwards varies. This time it’s hard, deep and hungry, neither of them able to conceal the desperate craving for more. Kaoru’s legs are bent at the knee, his thighs pressing to Aiji’s hips as the other man fucks him hard, their bodies as close as possible throughout it all. They kiss, incoherent and unfocused, wet and open mouthed. The whole series is imperfect, yet no less passionate, enough to push them both even higher. They have to break apart when Kaoru arches his back, an intense flash of heat shooting through his whole being. Aiji scrapes his teeth down his throat, nibbling on the jugular, and he feels that he can really taste what is essentially Kaoru. He can feel his pulse.
Aiji’s hand is between them, his fingers around Kaoru’s shaft, able thumb teasing the sensitive tip. Kaoru jerks each time. He grunts, he gasps, he moans and he isn’t in control of himself any longer. This is the best reward Aiji could imagine, this tops everything. There is no other thing that would make him go boneless with need as easily as the other man’s voice, low and sexy, along with the clear signs of arousal on his flushed face and his trembling body. He can’t hold back, he breathes out obscenities, names all the things he wants to do to that gorgeous being he can possess even if only momentarily. And he means every single word he says.
Their movements get more frantic, more irregular, more desperate as they move against each other. Neither of them knows who gets thrown over the edge first, as the other follows seconds after and it feels that the blaze is engulfing them both. Greedily, they ride out their orgasm, sharing the sensations as well as a sloppy, imperfect kiss.
Afterwards Aiji pulls away, collapses on the side. He can hardly breathe, it feels that he used the last remains of his strength, all he had left in his sleepy limbs. When he rolls back close, wraps an arm around Kaoru, the other man doesn’t resist with even a single gesture. He smiles. Smiles and turns his head, presses a kiss on top of Aiji’s head.
“Good morning.”
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Author’s notes; So, did anyone make it this far? :D If yes, I have a question for you! How does Aiji look like? XD Let me first tell you what we know of him.
Aiji appears first in this long, neverending Die/Toshiya story that me andseinen_no are working on. He is actually Die’s ex, from years back and now the two are just close friends (yes, they made it work!). He owns a sex-shop that sells everything from adult toys to kinky costumes and he loves his job ;) And although he knew Kaoru was technically straight he went after him, and somehow things developed from there.
Of Aiji’s looks, we didn’t specify much. He’s a bit taller than Kaoru, slim built but not completely lacking muscles. He loves tattoos, and he has both his arms tattooed as well as a huge Chinese style dragon on his back. All we said was that he looks masculine, basically.
So, how did you picture him? Did he remind you of someone? Or would you happen to have some pictures of random guys that could look like him? We’re a bit at loss here, so we’d really appreciate all possible help! :D Thank you!
Author:
fonulynRating: NC17
Pairing: Kaoru/OC (named Aiji)
Disclaimer: I own no one, only my dirty imagination.
Summary: It’s almost too easy to make Kaoru agree to anything at a moment like this, right after waking up, when sleep is still lingering in his limbs, his defences down. It’s just impossible to resist him then, impossible.
Comments:
fonulyn: This is for my better half and the light of my life, seinen_no since she wanted me to write something with these two XD Aiji is an original character in one of our long projects and somehow, without us two having any control over it, he and Kaoru ended up together. Although Kaoru was supposed to be straight! Anyways, he found the man of his life XD Maybe they’re a bit similar, both being these tattooed, tough guys (at least on the outside) and that attracts? Anyways, I don’t know if anyone of you is interested, but do give it a try! :) It’s at least Kaoru and some hot smut! And you can always try to replace the OC with someone else in your head if necessary XDAnd feel free to add our journal if you like the stories!
Plus, the archive.
The room is dark, the black heavy curtains closed so that there is only a small gap between them, allowing a bit of light to seep through. It’s barely enough to make out shapes and edges, slight changes in color. Yet, Aiji has been awake for hours now, lying on his side with his head propped up, his cheek on his palm and his elbow steadied in the mattress. He doesn’t even need to look at the clock to know it’s way past noon, has to be as they only fell asleep in the early morning hours when the sun had already been lingering in the horizon, both too exhausted to keep awake any longer.
Slowly, he reaches out his hand in the dark, brushing his fingertips over the tattooed shoulder of the man before him, sliding them further along the smooth skin. Kaoru is still asleep, and he can’t deny he enjoys the sight, the whole moment. He has been watching the other man breathe steadily for a while now and he knows he’s close to waking up, is lingering somewhere in the state between awake and asleep. Teasingly, he traces the lines of the tattoo with his fingers, before flattening his palm in the middle of the other man’s chest. Kaoru is shifting now, a sleepy sigh spilling from his lips.
Aiji leans closer, brushing his lips against the other man’s ear, his voice only a low, hot whisper against sensitive skin. “I could get used to this, you know.” His voice is low, rough by the lack of use, and yet there’s this certain softness to it. At least enough to make Kaoru smile. Still sleepy, he shifts a bit on his place, his body seeking the warmth from the closeness. “To what? Waking up at noon?” That is something so typical for him, being fully awake the second something gains his attention, always easily sliding back to the conscious world. One of those grins so typical for him is curving his lips as he tilts his head just a little bit, looking straight at the other man.
The grin is responded to instantly, a low chuckle spills from Aiji’s lips as he nods. “That too. And waking up next to the unshaved, stained, disheveled you.” With every word he moves his fingers, drawing random patterns on the other man’s chest and his indeed stained stomach, before following the trail of fine hairs from his belly down to his groin. The touch makes Kaoru shiver, his eyes sliding shut on their own, and yet one can see how much he enjoys the moment.
“Oh I take that as a compliment.” Kaoru grins, already opening his mouth to go on. The words turn into a low gasp though, followed by a moan that rolls from deep in his throat. Aiji’s hand has found its way to his groin, grasping him almost demandingly. Apparently he’s been having more pleasant dreams than he had even realized. His hips arch up and a low purr follows the initial reaction, pleasant heat flooding his whole being.
Aiji seems content to see the result of his attempts, and Kaoru can feel him grin as he begins to nibble on the side of his neck. “You should. But wait till I show the rest of the compliments I’ve got in store for you.”
“…show?” Kaoru’s voice is confused, his sleep hazed mind unable to piece it all together just yet. Aiji reaches up, connecting their lips in a slow, sensual kiss. Kaoru’s beard tickles him like always, their teeth click together in the lack of proper coordination and not even the morning breath makes them break the contact. With each passing second the kiss turns deeper, hastier, needier. Aiji’s hand is working miracles between Kaoru’s legs until the guitarist is panting, squirming, hot as hell. Thin layer of sweat is beading on his skin as he parts his legs further, his low breaths coming in ragged gasps and he shifts on the sheets that stick to his skin.
“Oh yeah. Show.” It’s spoken as lowly as the words before and yet there’s a silent command laced to it, demand written in the undercurrencies of the simple statement. Or maybe it’s more a wish, careful urging rather than a brash command. Whatever it is, Aiji doesn’t waste a single second before he does exactly what he’s been asked. He slides between the other man’s legs, marveling how they fall so easily open for him, something he had never dared to even dream of. Seconds later his lips close over the guitarist’s cock as he sucks the hardening flesh into his mouth.
It doesn’t take much to make Kaoru react, especially not at a moment like this right after waking up, when his defenses are still down and he is as vulnerable as he gets. It’s almost too easy for Aiji to work one finger inside of him, then two, and although at first Kaoru tenses up a little it only lasts for a second before the hot, wet mouth distracts him enough. Kaoru could swear that Aiji can do miracles with his lips, his mouth, his tongue, gosh his sinful tongue. He only wants more, is burning from the inside and there is no way he can channel the desperate need from within.
Kaoru never begs, he never asks with his words but it doesn’t mean it’s not there. His body does the begging for him, shows how much he needs more and how badly he wants it. His body is open, willing, ready for more and he doesn’t resist when Aiji moves up and kisses him hard. A few heartbeats later he feels that hot, heavy flesh sliding into his body inch by inch, enough to make him feel like all sense and reason leaves him in favor of sheer need.
The first thrust is always like that, slow and intense, but what follows afterwards varies. This time it’s hard, deep and hungry, neither of them able to conceal the desperate craving for more. Kaoru’s legs are bent at the knee, his thighs pressing to Aiji’s hips as the other man fucks him hard, their bodies as close as possible throughout it all. They kiss, incoherent and unfocused, wet and open mouthed. The whole series is imperfect, yet no less passionate, enough to push them both even higher. They have to break apart when Kaoru arches his back, an intense flash of heat shooting through his whole being. Aiji scrapes his teeth down his throat, nibbling on the jugular, and he feels that he can really taste what is essentially Kaoru. He can feel his pulse.
Aiji’s hand is between them, his fingers around Kaoru’s shaft, able thumb teasing the sensitive tip. Kaoru jerks each time. He grunts, he gasps, he moans and he isn’t in control of himself any longer. This is the best reward Aiji could imagine, this tops everything. There is no other thing that would make him go boneless with need as easily as the other man’s voice, low and sexy, along with the clear signs of arousal on his flushed face and his trembling body. He can’t hold back, he breathes out obscenities, names all the things he wants to do to that gorgeous being he can possess even if only momentarily. And he means every single word he says.
Their movements get more frantic, more irregular, more desperate as they move against each other. Neither of them knows who gets thrown over the edge first, as the other follows seconds after and it feels that the blaze is engulfing them both. Greedily, they ride out their orgasm, sharing the sensations as well as a sloppy, imperfect kiss.
Afterwards Aiji pulls away, collapses on the side. He can hardly breathe, it feels that he used the last remains of his strength, all he had left in his sleepy limbs. When he rolls back close, wraps an arm around Kaoru, the other man doesn’t resist with even a single gesture. He smiles. Smiles and turns his head, presses a kiss on top of Aiji’s head.
“Good morning.”
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Author’s notes; So, did anyone make it this far? :D If yes, I have a question for you! How does Aiji look like? XD Let me first tell you what we know of him.
Aiji appears first in this long, neverending Die/Toshiya story that me and
seinen_no are working on. He is actually Die’s ex, from years back and now the two are just close friends (yes, they made it work!). He owns a sex-shop that sells everything from adult toys to kinky costumes and he loves his job ;) And although he knew Kaoru was technically straight he went after him, and somehow things developed from there.Of Aiji’s looks, we didn’t specify much. He’s a bit taller than Kaoru, slim built but not completely lacking muscles. He loves tattoos, and he has both his arms tattooed as well as a huge Chinese style dragon on his back. All we said was that he looks masculine, basically.
So, how did you picture him? Did he remind you of someone? Or would you happen to have some pictures of random guys that could look like him? We’re a bit at loss here, so we’d really appreciate all possible help! :D Thank you!
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Oh, cool! Sure I will remind you!
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Good!^^ The card-set is kind of tempting. I would love the Die-pic on it x)
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And sure he'll try anything because he KNOWS he will benefit from it either way. Aiji just knows his toys x)
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*coughs* Yeah, knows his toys and Kaoru will become one of them *laughs*