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Title: Breathe you in.
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fonulyn
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Toshiya/Die
Disclaimer: I own no one, only my dirty imagination.
Summary: A nice, hot shower together is something they enjoy endlessly much.
Comments:
fonulyn: This is again a drabble gone wild, it wasn’t supposed to be this long (and don’t get me wrong, it’s still not long XD) but in the end it needed a bit more than a couple of hundred words. I think it turned out pretty good, if you ask me XD I promised already ages ago that I’d post all the finished stories I have done but somehow I haven’t gotten to it. I am trying to be better. But for now, enjoy this at least ;)
And feel free to add our journal if you like the stories!
Plus, the archive.
Breathe you in.
The bathroom door is still ajar, a ray of light flickering through to the dark hallway almost invitingly. Already from further away one can sense the warmth seeping from the tiled room, can hear the sound of running water and maybe, if one listens carefully, the sound of bare feet tapping the floor. Toshiya closes his eyes as the spray of warm water washes over him, tilting his head back as if offering his long neck for the droplets to run along. There aren’t many things he enjoys more after a long day than a nice, lengthy shower, especially when he knows he’ll be joined any second. If his darling boyfriend ever manages to get as far as showering, that is. It always seems to take him ridiculously long to follow, and Toshiya used to wonder why it was before he realized the reason.
He can sense the familiar presence without the need to even turn his head and take a look. A smile ghosts over his lips as he closes his eyes, enjoying the feel of that intense gaze on him, caressing every curve and every expanse of smooth skin. He knows that Die loves to stay in the doorframe and just enjoy the sight for a while, and who is he to deny him that? Especially when it makes him feel so precious, makes him shiver when he imagines the almost predatory look mixing with honest tenderness in those deep brown eyes. Nevertheless, Toshiya isn’t the most patient of men, before long the temptation becomes too much to resist and he cranes his neck, sneaks a peek at the lithe form only a few paces away at the door.
It’s as if that’s what Die has been waiting for. When their eyes meet, a grin finds its way to those full lips, and it’s like Die’s shaken off a trance as he finally approaches the younger man. In one fluent movement he strips off his shirt, and now it’s Toshiya’s turn to enjoy staring, his gaze eagerly flicking over that porcelain skin that seems to be just too perfect to cover a single human being. He knows he’s exaggerating, even when the thought crosses his mind and yet he means it honestly at the same time. When it comes to what they share, he can never use enough superlatives and although it might be that he’s just looking at everything through pink shades, he doesn’t care. He enjoys it far too much to ever stop.
Die stops only when he’s standing right in front of Toshiya, their chests almost touching and their eyes meet for a second before their mouths. There is a moment of hesitation, breaths mixing, lips ghosting over each other, nose brushing against cheek. As if on command, at the same exact second, they both move to deepen the contact though, practically devouring each other in an imperfect kiss of teeth and tongue and too much eagerness to keep it together. What it lacks in composure it makes up in passion though, a low mewl escaping Toshiya as he can feel long fingers trace down his spine, caress his sides and teasingly slide around him in a touch barely palpable.
When they break for air Toshiya tilts his head back again, baring his throat and the invitation is eagerly accepted, teeth scraping over his Adam’s apple, nibbling on his jugular, soft lips tracing over skin, sucking on his collarbone. Die is still wearing his jeans but he doesn’t care, he doesn’t even seem to mind the rough fabric sticking to his legs and hips as it’s drenched by now. Instead he runs his lips along Toshiya’s abdomen, focusing on the feel of the muscles tensing underneath that smooth, wet skin. He is sinking down on his knees, trailing lower and he can feel the hitch in Toshiya’s breathing when he reaches more sensitive realms. It makes Die want to do anything to gain that reaction again. He wants to touch, to taste, to feel, to please.
He wants to breathe him in.
Water is running over Die’s face, getting into his eyes as he finally closes his lips around the head of Toshiya’s cock, tantalizing the sensitive tip with his tongue. He hears the long, incoherent sigh that spills from the younger man’s lips, feels the way his body jerks ever so slightly despite his attempts to hold back. When he moves to deepthroat the hot, heavy flesh he brings his hand to Toshiya’s abdomen, tensing underneath the wet skin, against his palm. Fingers are tangling in his hair, pulling slightly, yet never urging. Not that he needs to be urged though, from the very first moment on he sets out to just give everything he’s got.
Faster than he even realizes, it’s all over. Toshiya tightens the hold on his hair, yanking him closer as he loses control, rides out his orgasm. It makes tears well up in the corners of Die’s eyes and yet he hardly even notices, the spray of water from the shower washing over his face in steady currents. Only when the bassist relaxes again, Die pulls back as well. His legs are slightly shaky but he forces them to work anyways, heaving himself up so he can bring their faces close again. The sight of Toshiya’s pleasure blurred features is something he never wants to miss, wants to imprint to his memory to keep locked there forever.
Breathless, Toshiya tilts his head enough to connect their mouths, one long arm finding its way around Die’s neck to hold on to him, to pull him even closer. He can feel the roughness of Die’s jeans when their bodies press together, standing in crass contrast to the soft, yielding skin on his torso. He’s shivering, time and time again and he doesn’t even try to cover it, only clings on to the older man for support. When he’s pinned against the tiled wall, when he can feel Die smile into the kiss, he knows that the shower has barely just begun.
Author:
fonulynRating: NC17
Pairing: Toshiya/Die
Disclaimer: I own no one, only my dirty imagination.
Summary: A nice, hot shower together is something they enjoy endlessly much.
Comments:
fonulyn: This is again a drabble gone wild, it wasn’t supposed to be this long (and don’t get me wrong, it’s still not long XD) but in the end it needed a bit more than a couple of hundred words. I think it turned out pretty good, if you ask me XD I promised already ages ago that I’d post all the finished stories I have done but somehow I haven’t gotten to it. I am trying to be better. But for now, enjoy this at least ;)And feel free to add our journal if you like the stories!
Plus, the archive.
The bathroom door is still ajar, a ray of light flickering through to the dark hallway almost invitingly. Already from further away one can sense the warmth seeping from the tiled room, can hear the sound of running water and maybe, if one listens carefully, the sound of bare feet tapping the floor. Toshiya closes his eyes as the spray of warm water washes over him, tilting his head back as if offering his long neck for the droplets to run along. There aren’t many things he enjoys more after a long day than a nice, lengthy shower, especially when he knows he’ll be joined any second. If his darling boyfriend ever manages to get as far as showering, that is. It always seems to take him ridiculously long to follow, and Toshiya used to wonder why it was before he realized the reason.
He can sense the familiar presence without the need to even turn his head and take a look. A smile ghosts over his lips as he closes his eyes, enjoying the feel of that intense gaze on him, caressing every curve and every expanse of smooth skin. He knows that Die loves to stay in the doorframe and just enjoy the sight for a while, and who is he to deny him that? Especially when it makes him feel so precious, makes him shiver when he imagines the almost predatory look mixing with honest tenderness in those deep brown eyes. Nevertheless, Toshiya isn’t the most patient of men, before long the temptation becomes too much to resist and he cranes his neck, sneaks a peek at the lithe form only a few paces away at the door.
It’s as if that’s what Die has been waiting for. When their eyes meet, a grin finds its way to those full lips, and it’s like Die’s shaken off a trance as he finally approaches the younger man. In one fluent movement he strips off his shirt, and now it’s Toshiya’s turn to enjoy staring, his gaze eagerly flicking over that porcelain skin that seems to be just too perfect to cover a single human being. He knows he’s exaggerating, even when the thought crosses his mind and yet he means it honestly at the same time. When it comes to what they share, he can never use enough superlatives and although it might be that he’s just looking at everything through pink shades, he doesn’t care. He enjoys it far too much to ever stop.
Die stops only when he’s standing right in front of Toshiya, their chests almost touching and their eyes meet for a second before their mouths. There is a moment of hesitation, breaths mixing, lips ghosting over each other, nose brushing against cheek. As if on command, at the same exact second, they both move to deepen the contact though, practically devouring each other in an imperfect kiss of teeth and tongue and too much eagerness to keep it together. What it lacks in composure it makes up in passion though, a low mewl escaping Toshiya as he can feel long fingers trace down his spine, caress his sides and teasingly slide around him in a touch barely palpable.
When they break for air Toshiya tilts his head back again, baring his throat and the invitation is eagerly accepted, teeth scraping over his Adam’s apple, nibbling on his jugular, soft lips tracing over skin, sucking on his collarbone. Die is still wearing his jeans but he doesn’t care, he doesn’t even seem to mind the rough fabric sticking to his legs and hips as it’s drenched by now. Instead he runs his lips along Toshiya’s abdomen, focusing on the feel of the muscles tensing underneath that smooth, wet skin. He is sinking down on his knees, trailing lower and he can feel the hitch in Toshiya’s breathing when he reaches more sensitive realms. It makes Die want to do anything to gain that reaction again. He wants to touch, to taste, to feel, to please.
He wants to breathe him in.
Water is running over Die’s face, getting into his eyes as he finally closes his lips around the head of Toshiya’s cock, tantalizing the sensitive tip with his tongue. He hears the long, incoherent sigh that spills from the younger man’s lips, feels the way his body jerks ever so slightly despite his attempts to hold back. When he moves to deepthroat the hot, heavy flesh he brings his hand to Toshiya’s abdomen, tensing underneath the wet skin, against his palm. Fingers are tangling in his hair, pulling slightly, yet never urging. Not that he needs to be urged though, from the very first moment on he sets out to just give everything he’s got.
Faster than he even realizes, it’s all over. Toshiya tightens the hold on his hair, yanking him closer as he loses control, rides out his orgasm. It makes tears well up in the corners of Die’s eyes and yet he hardly even notices, the spray of water from the shower washing over his face in steady currents. Only when the bassist relaxes again, Die pulls back as well. His legs are slightly shaky but he forces them to work anyways, heaving himself up so he can bring their faces close again. The sight of Toshiya’s pleasure blurred features is something he never wants to miss, wants to imprint to his memory to keep locked there forever.
Breathless, Toshiya tilts his head enough to connect their mouths, one long arm finding its way around Die’s neck to hold on to him, to pull him even closer. He can feel the roughness of Die’s jeans when their bodies press together, standing in crass contrast to the soft, yielding skin on his torso. He’s shivering, time and time again and he doesn’t even try to cover it, only clings on to the older man for support. When he’s pinned against the tiled wall, when he can feel Die smile into the kiss, he knows that the shower has barely just begun.
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Thank you
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Thank you! Am glad you liked!
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noohhha sdfgshfjagj the. shower. fetish.
oh shit.
too. much.
system overload.
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Thank you so much! :D
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MAN
you need to go to see a doctor, you have a bit of libido problem.
oh, you know I should thankyou back xD
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haha no worries XD
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*hugs tight*
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