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+. to F › Card Captor Sakura
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
6
Views:
9,059
Reviews:
8
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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#3 Syaoran & ?!
*Warnings*: Usual with me
NOTE: Okay, these are going to be a number of one-shots based aound the same age-range and conating many different pairings and goings on. Ech one *will* hold some relevence to the 'stories' title though. Thank you!!!
Closed Space
#3 Syaoran & ?!
Sakura had invited him over a few hours ago - Touya being absent as he was staying over at Yukito's again - and she had decided to trotter off upstairs leaving him to finish the cooking. Kinomoto-san had left downstairs to his work-room after passing polite greetings, so he was free to cook as he wished for the three of them.
Humming lightly, he noticed as a presence entered the kitchen, and almost turned before a pair of arms wrapped themselves around his waist. Tensing, he stood still as a set of lips proceeded to suckle on his exposed neck, one of the two hands moving to turn the hob off, before making its way under his shirt. The hand brushed over his abdomen, and moved to tweak his nipples, hardening them, as his other hand moved over the material of his pants and lightly grasped the bulge awakening underneath.
Lips moving upwards, they took an ear in the hot wet mouth, and nibbled lightly, finding a sensitive spot and exploring it with their tongue.
Hips brushing his lower back, Syaoran came back to his senses, and in shock, spun around to face the other person. He was about to make a remark, but his lips were caught as that same tongue that sent tingles down his spine forced its way into his mouth.
Using their hands, the figure gently led the brunette over to the table which had yet to be set, and pushed Syaoran against it. Pulling away slightly, the figure unbuttoned and then unzipped the teens pants, pulling his boxers down along with his pants. A strong hand then clamped itself onto his hardening shaft, pumping him to fullness.
By now, Syaoran had given in, and had placed his hands onto the figures shoulders, his thumbs rubbing circles as he but down on his lip to keep the moans from escaping. Letting his head fall back as a particullary hard pump send chills through him, he gasped out, his own left hand moving under his own shirt as he began to fondle his own hardened nubs to add to the strange feelings coursing through him.
Pre-cum was spread over the tip of his shaft, and the was quickly turned around so that the erection was pushed into the table, with him bending over it. Before Syaoran could process the thought of it, a wet finger had slid into him, and was soon joined by a second finger, as a sissoring motion lossened his ring of untouched muscle. A third finger joined in, before the invading digits removed themselves, and were replaced with the wet muscle of a tongue.
Moaning at the sensations, Syaoran dug his nails into the side of the table, his hard and weeping erection still pushed solidly against the table-top.
Moments later, and the tongue was removed. Hands steadied Syaoran's hips, and a wet, hard object touched his opening, lightly pushing against the muscle, before pulling away, the process repeating itself for several moments. Syaoran began to get used to this, when the tip of the object forced its way past his ring, and stopped after the whole head was inside him.
The item then wiggled around for a moment causing Syaoran to moan once again at the pleasure that raced through him. The item was then wiggled so that it was faced upwards, before a slow, pressured, hardness, forced itself into him - ever so slowly - entering his squeezing tightness with slight difficulty due to the clamp-like pressure between the two. It was however, the most amazing thing that Syaoran had ever felt.
Pushing in all the way, the item once again wiggled, before pulling out to the tip with the same slowness and hardness as it had been forced in.
Gasping out, Syaoran muffled his louder moans, as he tried to hump the table, but the hands on his waist stayed his movements, as the item continued to thrust itself in and out of him at such as slow and torturous pace. Wo of the slow thrusts hit someting inside him - oh so deep inside of him - he had to bite down on his hand to prevent the other person in the house from hearing his almost scream of ecstacy.
After that, the object kept up a pace that was extremely fast, and the tip of it hit that sweet, pulsing, bursting spot within him every time. Syaoran cried out into his hand, over and over as each slam sent such pleasurable shivers down him that it was only a minute of this before he came over the table.
The set of lips had not once left his neck, and now they bit down on him as the item sped up, and a gush of hot liqid was finally released into him, instantly hitting that sensitive, hot, and thrumming spot inside of him, causing the brunette to come a second time.
Panting hard, the object was removed and Syaoran was left leaning over the table, in a very sexy way, trying to catch his breath, as tired amber eyes looked up at the person, and object that had given him such pleasure.
"Kinomoto-sama...."
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AurthorsDeathNote: Okay, I consider that kitchen to be really small, so the kitchen bit, and then being kept against the table was the 'closed space' here. Thank you for reading!!!! Please review, all flames welcome!!
NOTE: Okay, these are going to be a number of one-shots based aound the same age-range and conating many different pairings and goings on. Ech one *will* hold some relevence to the 'stories' title though. Thank you!!!
Closed Space
#3 Syaoran & ?!
Sakura had invited him over a few hours ago - Touya being absent as he was staying over at Yukito's again - and she had decided to trotter off upstairs leaving him to finish the cooking. Kinomoto-san had left downstairs to his work-room after passing polite greetings, so he was free to cook as he wished for the three of them.
Humming lightly, he noticed as a presence entered the kitchen, and almost turned before a pair of arms wrapped themselves around his waist. Tensing, he stood still as a set of lips proceeded to suckle on his exposed neck, one of the two hands moving to turn the hob off, before making its way under his shirt. The hand brushed over his abdomen, and moved to tweak his nipples, hardening them, as his other hand moved over the material of his pants and lightly grasped the bulge awakening underneath.
Lips moving upwards, they took an ear in the hot wet mouth, and nibbled lightly, finding a sensitive spot and exploring it with their tongue.
Hips brushing his lower back, Syaoran came back to his senses, and in shock, spun around to face the other person. He was about to make a remark, but his lips were caught as that same tongue that sent tingles down his spine forced its way into his mouth.
Using their hands, the figure gently led the brunette over to the table which had yet to be set, and pushed Syaoran against it. Pulling away slightly, the figure unbuttoned and then unzipped the teens pants, pulling his boxers down along with his pants. A strong hand then clamped itself onto his hardening shaft, pumping him to fullness.
By now, Syaoran had given in, and had placed his hands onto the figures shoulders, his thumbs rubbing circles as he but down on his lip to keep the moans from escaping. Letting his head fall back as a particullary hard pump send chills through him, he gasped out, his own left hand moving under his own shirt as he began to fondle his own hardened nubs to add to the strange feelings coursing through him.
Pre-cum was spread over the tip of his shaft, and the was quickly turned around so that the erection was pushed into the table, with him bending over it. Before Syaoran could process the thought of it, a wet finger had slid into him, and was soon joined by a second finger, as a sissoring motion lossened his ring of untouched muscle. A third finger joined in, before the invading digits removed themselves, and were replaced with the wet muscle of a tongue.
Moaning at the sensations, Syaoran dug his nails into the side of the table, his hard and weeping erection still pushed solidly against the table-top.
Moments later, and the tongue was removed. Hands steadied Syaoran's hips, and a wet, hard object touched his opening, lightly pushing against the muscle, before pulling away, the process repeating itself for several moments. Syaoran began to get used to this, when the tip of the object forced its way past his ring, and stopped after the whole head was inside him.
The item then wiggled around for a moment causing Syaoran to moan once again at the pleasure that raced through him. The item was then wiggled so that it was faced upwards, before a slow, pressured, hardness, forced itself into him - ever so slowly - entering his squeezing tightness with slight difficulty due to the clamp-like pressure between the two. It was however, the most amazing thing that Syaoran had ever felt.
Pushing in all the way, the item once again wiggled, before pulling out to the tip with the same slowness and hardness as it had been forced in.
Gasping out, Syaoran muffled his louder moans, as he tried to hump the table, but the hands on his waist stayed his movements, as the item continued to thrust itself in and out of him at such as slow and torturous pace. Wo of the slow thrusts hit someting inside him - oh so deep inside of him - he had to bite down on his hand to prevent the other person in the house from hearing his almost scream of ecstacy.
After that, the object kept up a pace that was extremely fast, and the tip of it hit that sweet, pulsing, bursting spot within him every time. Syaoran cried out into his hand, over and over as each slam sent such pleasurable shivers down him that it was only a minute of this before he came over the table.
The set of lips had not once left his neck, and now they bit down on him as the item sped up, and a gush of hot liqid was finally released into him, instantly hitting that sensitive, hot, and thrumming spot inside of him, causing the brunette to come a second time.
Panting hard, the object was removed and Syaoran was left leaning over the table, in a very sexy way, trying to catch his breath, as tired amber eyes looked up at the person, and object that had given him such pleasure.
"Kinomoto-sama...."
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AurthorsDeathNote: Okay, I consider that kitchen to be really small, so the kitchen bit, and then being kept against the table was the 'closed space' here. Thank you for reading!!!! Please review, all flames welcome!!