Gypsy Dance
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Category:
+. to F › Card Captor Sakura
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
2
Views:
4,494
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Card Captor Sakura, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Two
Warnings: Shota; Lemon; Spelling(maybe)
Review replies:
xSuperBunnyx: Heh! I hope that this one doesn't burn you! Thank you! *bows*
Weaver: Thank you! I was wondering if it would do my fic justice really. A lot of people seem to like the original one. Thank you once again!
kari: Who could resist uke Syaoran? Even if he's being less agressive than usual, he's still great! Thank you!
Gypsy
by AurthorsDeathNote
Two – Companion Piece to Part 3
“Is that a proposal?”
“Perhaps.”
The next kiss they shared led them to the bedroom.
Pulling the brunette into a second kiss, Eriol's tongue slid deeply into Syaoran's mouth, as he continued to push Syaoran against the bedrooms doorframe, the door firmly closed behind the brunettes back.
Wrapping his legs around the bluenette’s waist, Syaoran pushed back eagerly, trying to touch as much of the other man as he could.
“Eriol...”
Moaning at the sound of his name coming from the mouth joined to his, Eriol pulled back enough to almost throw the brunette on to the bed, barely noting the green cotton sheets and the forest-coloured furnished bedroom as he climbed over the other man.
Pulling his shirt over his head, Eriol resumed kissing Syaoran’s mouth before moving fluidly to his chin and neck, nipping at the tender areas.
Syaoran bucked into the other man, trying to unbutton his own shirt, but only getting frustrated at the lack of contact between their mid-sections. Growling, the brunette pushed Eriol off before he continued to get his shirt removed.
Eriol watched this impatiently – having already taken the dancer once, he was keen to have a second chance to show just who Syaoran belonged to – brushing a hand roughly through his hair, and then proceeding to undo his pant button and zipper.
“Finally!” Syaoran heaved, throwing the garment to the floor. His eyes reconnected with the dark businessman’s, and then their hands were once again roaming over hot flesh that they had only felt one night before. Gasping harshly, and shivering from the contact, Eriol pushed himself against the dancer, creating a harsh friction.
His pale, musician fingers sliding quickly down the tanned skin before hooking over the other’s pants, and pulling them down – along with the white underwear underneath – revealing a part of the brunette that he vowed only he would see.
“Syaoran.... you really are beautiful.”
The brunettes already flushed face darkened. Syaoran had always been called things like that throughout his life, yet somehow, coming from the man atop of him, it made him feel special.
“Oh, just shut up and kiss me.”
Smirking, Eriol granted a quick kiss to those bruised lips, before taking Syaoran’s shaft into his mouth.
Immediately, Syaoran began squirming in pleasure, mewling loudly at the hot cavern that had once more encased him – the sensations from the last time being brought forth once more. Eriol, in turn, hummed as he enjoyed himself – one hand holding Syaoran’s hips steady, the other holding his own member.
“Eriol.. L-let me. Please?”
Looking up into those wide, amber eyes, Eriol smiled around his prize, before sitting up again, nodding.
Syaoran followed the movement, and quickly removed the remains of his clothing, before leaning over to a side-draw and pulling out a small tube. Eriol also proceeded to remove the rest of his clothing, his eyes never leaving the man sat before him.
Coating his fingers, Syaoran spread his legs and quickly inserted a finger into himself – at which point Eriol almost came then and there. The bluenette had to bite his lip and scrunch the sheets below him in his fists to stop him from replacing the others finger with something much bigger.
Pushing a second, and then a third digit into himself, Syaoran rocked forward slightly, ignoring the pain and just focusing on the small shivers it sent through him. Then he pushed his fourth finger in, stretching as he went, moaning in the back of his throat at the sensation.
“Oh, for crying out loud...” Eriol rolled his eyes heavenward asking for patience that he knew wouldn’t come. Blue eyes settled on the sight before him, and Eriol just couldn’t stand it any more.
Grabbing Syaoran’s wrist, Eriol forced the man down below him, spreading his legs wide, before pushing immediately, forcefully, fully and practically ramming himself into the presented entrance.
Syaoran screamed in ecstasy, as he continued to push the large amount of pain into the back of his mind. He was going to feel the pain tomorrow.
Slamming himself into the dancer over and over, Eriol lost himself – storm blue glued to amber – as he rocked them both to no rhythm other than their racing hearts.
Cries of pleasure were mixed with mewls and grunts as the two continued in their own confused dance, hands roaming, grasping and scratching.
A few minutes of this and Eriol came fully, deep into the brunette, heaving himself over the smaller man.
As the full amount of cum within him hit his prostrated directly, Syaoran bit down harsh onto the pale skin of a shoulder, as he followed a few moments later.
Gasping, Eriol lightly smirked at the man below him. “Was that better for you?”
Confused for a moment, Syaoran growled, eyes sharpening. “Like you can talk, Hiiragizawa.”
“Please don’t call me that, my love.”
“You didn’t really answer.”
“I know. You’re right. I can’t talk. Oh, I’ve wanted you since you opened that door.. since i had you last... since I first saw you dance...”
“That’s not what I was talking about.” Syaoran lay his head back, pulling the paler man so that Eriol’s head lay on his chest, while his fingers stroked through those sweaty bangs gently, and knowing that he wouldn’t receive an answer tonight.
“.....Of course....”
A/N: Heyho! Well, I hope you enjoyed this. I know its a bit rushed, but I wasn’t quite sure how to do this with so much going on right now. Thank you for reading!!!
Note: the last sentence in the fic – “.....Of course....” – was said by Syaoran. It’s a kinda repetitive thing from the original fic. And its supposed to be said quite bitterly. If you don’t understand some of the undertones, please read the original under my ff.net account(Brooding Darkness). Thank you!
Review replies:
xSuperBunnyx: Heh! I hope that this one doesn't burn you! Thank you! *bows*
Weaver: Thank you! I was wondering if it would do my fic justice really. A lot of people seem to like the original one. Thank you once again!
kari: Who could resist uke Syaoran? Even if he's being less agressive than usual, he's still great! Thank you!
Gypsy
by AurthorsDeathNote
Two – Companion Piece to Part 3
“Is that a proposal?”
“Perhaps.”
The next kiss they shared led them to the bedroom.
Pulling the brunette into a second kiss, Eriol's tongue slid deeply into Syaoran's mouth, as he continued to push Syaoran against the bedrooms doorframe, the door firmly closed behind the brunettes back.
Wrapping his legs around the bluenette’s waist, Syaoran pushed back eagerly, trying to touch as much of the other man as he could.
“Eriol...”
Moaning at the sound of his name coming from the mouth joined to his, Eriol pulled back enough to almost throw the brunette on to the bed, barely noting the green cotton sheets and the forest-coloured furnished bedroom as he climbed over the other man.
Pulling his shirt over his head, Eriol resumed kissing Syaoran’s mouth before moving fluidly to his chin and neck, nipping at the tender areas.
Syaoran bucked into the other man, trying to unbutton his own shirt, but only getting frustrated at the lack of contact between their mid-sections. Growling, the brunette pushed Eriol off before he continued to get his shirt removed.
Eriol watched this impatiently – having already taken the dancer once, he was keen to have a second chance to show just who Syaoran belonged to – brushing a hand roughly through his hair, and then proceeding to undo his pant button and zipper.
“Finally!” Syaoran heaved, throwing the garment to the floor. His eyes reconnected with the dark businessman’s, and then their hands were once again roaming over hot flesh that they had only felt one night before. Gasping harshly, and shivering from the contact, Eriol pushed himself against the dancer, creating a harsh friction.
His pale, musician fingers sliding quickly down the tanned skin before hooking over the other’s pants, and pulling them down – along with the white underwear underneath – revealing a part of the brunette that he vowed only he would see.
“Syaoran.... you really are beautiful.”
The brunettes already flushed face darkened. Syaoran had always been called things like that throughout his life, yet somehow, coming from the man atop of him, it made him feel special.
“Oh, just shut up and kiss me.”
Smirking, Eriol granted a quick kiss to those bruised lips, before taking Syaoran’s shaft into his mouth.
Immediately, Syaoran began squirming in pleasure, mewling loudly at the hot cavern that had once more encased him – the sensations from the last time being brought forth once more. Eriol, in turn, hummed as he enjoyed himself – one hand holding Syaoran’s hips steady, the other holding his own member.
“Eriol.. L-let me. Please?”
Looking up into those wide, amber eyes, Eriol smiled around his prize, before sitting up again, nodding.
Syaoran followed the movement, and quickly removed the remains of his clothing, before leaning over to a side-draw and pulling out a small tube. Eriol also proceeded to remove the rest of his clothing, his eyes never leaving the man sat before him.
Coating his fingers, Syaoran spread his legs and quickly inserted a finger into himself – at which point Eriol almost came then and there. The bluenette had to bite his lip and scrunch the sheets below him in his fists to stop him from replacing the others finger with something much bigger.
Pushing a second, and then a third digit into himself, Syaoran rocked forward slightly, ignoring the pain and just focusing on the small shivers it sent through him. Then he pushed his fourth finger in, stretching as he went, moaning in the back of his throat at the sensation.
“Oh, for crying out loud...” Eriol rolled his eyes heavenward asking for patience that he knew wouldn’t come. Blue eyes settled on the sight before him, and Eriol just couldn’t stand it any more.
Grabbing Syaoran’s wrist, Eriol forced the man down below him, spreading his legs wide, before pushing immediately, forcefully, fully and practically ramming himself into the presented entrance.
Syaoran screamed in ecstasy, as he continued to push the large amount of pain into the back of his mind. He was going to feel the pain tomorrow.
Slamming himself into the dancer over and over, Eriol lost himself – storm blue glued to amber – as he rocked them both to no rhythm other than their racing hearts.
Cries of pleasure were mixed with mewls and grunts as the two continued in their own confused dance, hands roaming, grasping and scratching.
A few minutes of this and Eriol came fully, deep into the brunette, heaving himself over the smaller man.
As the full amount of cum within him hit his prostrated directly, Syaoran bit down harsh onto the pale skin of a shoulder, as he followed a few moments later.
Gasping, Eriol lightly smirked at the man below him. “Was that better for you?”
Confused for a moment, Syaoran growled, eyes sharpening. “Like you can talk, Hiiragizawa.”
“Please don’t call me that, my love.”
“You didn’t really answer.”
“I know. You’re right. I can’t talk. Oh, I’ve wanted you since you opened that door.. since i had you last... since I first saw you dance...”
“That’s not what I was talking about.” Syaoran lay his head back, pulling the paler man so that Eriol’s head lay on his chest, while his fingers stroked through those sweaty bangs gently, and knowing that he wouldn’t receive an answer tonight.
“.....Of course....”
A/N: Heyho! Well, I hope you enjoyed this. I know its a bit rushed, but I wasn’t quite sure how to do this with so much going on right now. Thank you for reading!!!
Note: the last sentence in the fic – “.....Of course....” – was said by Syaoran. It’s a kinda repetitive thing from the original fic. And its supposed to be said quite bitterly. If you don’t understand some of the undertones, please read the original under my ff.net account(Brooding Darkness). Thank you!