Catching a Lover
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Wei� Kreuz › Threesomes/Moresomes
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
8
Views:
2,766
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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In no way do I own Weiss Kruez or Saiyuki. Kazuya Minekura and Enix own Saiyuki, while Ken'ichi Kanemaki and Kyoko Tsuchiya own Weiss Kruez. I make no money what so ever on this story.
Farfarello/Omi (p. 3)
Weiss Kruez 6
Title: Catching a Lover
Contest/Club: Drawn From a Hat
Fandom: Weiss Kruez
Pairing Number: 3
Pairing: Farfarello/Omi
AN: Another chapter (and so soon after the first one)! Almost done! There’s only two left! *coos at*
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Shivering lightly, Omi wiggled as he pressed his fingers into his body, trying to get them as deep as he could. He was really hating being alone and suffering from post fight adrenalin rush at the moment. Shoving another finger into his body, he arched up into the burn of it, panting and moaning around his the fingers in his mouth.
The moment that they had gotten home, he had locked himself into his bedroom and stripped out of his pants, shoving a finger deep into his body once his back had hit his bed. He knew he wasn’t going to get any sleep that night, not that he ever did on a mission night. After he got rid of the sexual tension, he had to write the report and make sure that all surveillance was taken care of.
Finally pulling his fingers out of his body, Omi grabbed his favorite toy, quickly slicking it with some lube. Reaching down, he pressed the dildo into his body, wanting it to be real, wanting the firm material to be soft skin, pulsing skin, pulsing in his body.
Moaning at the thoughts, Omi shivered and started to pump the toy in and out of his body. Reaching down with his other hand, he started to stroke his cock in time, with the toy. Soft sounds escaped his mouth as he kept working his hands, missing the sound of his door opening.
He didn’t miss the feel of a hot mouth sliding over his drooling cock, or the hand that swatted his own away from the toy, only to push it deep into Omis willing body as the attached man started to suck.
Looking down and seeing silver hair and a gold eye, Omi mewled and pulled his legs up. With his head falling back, the small assassin arched his hips upward, trying to get Farfarello closer, to get the toy in deeper. Shuddering, Omi nearly wailed his approval as the scarred man pressed the toy deep and rolled it over the smaller mans sweet spot. Farfarello swallowed every bit of cum as Omi came down from his high.
Pulling his mouth off of Omi and pulling the toy out, tossing it to the side, Farfarello sat up on his knees and unbuttoned his pants. Pushing them down, he coated his cock, watching cornflower eyes watch him do so. The Irish man couldn’t help but be smut at the lust darkening Omis eyes.
Shoving the lean legs up a bit more, the bigger male pressed his cock to the stretched entrance. Waiting as Omi wiggled, trying to get him to move, Farfarello idly wrapped his fingers around the slim prick between them and stroked until his lover started to beg.
Leering at Omi, Farfarello finally gave into the begging and shoved deep into the tightness. Pausing to savor the feeling of being surrounded, the sociopathic Irish man started a hard and fast pace. Omi made his approval well known by letting go, filling the room with his sounds.
The two didn’t last long, Omi due to be sensitive from his last climax and Farfarello from having to wait so long. When Omi finally came, his back arched upwards as he tightened around Farfarello, dragging him with.
Panting, the two fell onto the bed, the silver man slipping out of his lover as they enjoyed the aftergolow.
“So, what brought this on?” Omi finally asked, getting a smirk.
“Needed to stake my claim,” was the explanation.
“Out,” was all that Omi was able to get out before his lips were sealed in a kiss.
Title: Catching a Lover
Contest/Club: Drawn From a Hat
Fandom: Weiss Kruez
Pairing Number: 3
Pairing: Farfarello/Omi
AN: Another chapter (and so soon after the first one)! Almost done! There’s only two left! *coos at*
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Shivering lightly, Omi wiggled as he pressed his fingers into his body, trying to get them as deep as he could. He was really hating being alone and suffering from post fight adrenalin rush at the moment. Shoving another finger into his body, he arched up into the burn of it, panting and moaning around his the fingers in his mouth.
The moment that they had gotten home, he had locked himself into his bedroom and stripped out of his pants, shoving a finger deep into his body once his back had hit his bed. He knew he wasn’t going to get any sleep that night, not that he ever did on a mission night. After he got rid of the sexual tension, he had to write the report and make sure that all surveillance was taken care of.
Finally pulling his fingers out of his body, Omi grabbed his favorite toy, quickly slicking it with some lube. Reaching down, he pressed the dildo into his body, wanting it to be real, wanting the firm material to be soft skin, pulsing skin, pulsing in his body.
Moaning at the thoughts, Omi shivered and started to pump the toy in and out of his body. Reaching down with his other hand, he started to stroke his cock in time, with the toy. Soft sounds escaped his mouth as he kept working his hands, missing the sound of his door opening.
He didn’t miss the feel of a hot mouth sliding over his drooling cock, or the hand that swatted his own away from the toy, only to push it deep into Omis willing body as the attached man started to suck.
Looking down and seeing silver hair and a gold eye, Omi mewled and pulled his legs up. With his head falling back, the small assassin arched his hips upward, trying to get Farfarello closer, to get the toy in deeper. Shuddering, Omi nearly wailed his approval as the scarred man pressed the toy deep and rolled it over the smaller mans sweet spot. Farfarello swallowed every bit of cum as Omi came down from his high.
Pulling his mouth off of Omi and pulling the toy out, tossing it to the side, Farfarello sat up on his knees and unbuttoned his pants. Pushing them down, he coated his cock, watching cornflower eyes watch him do so. The Irish man couldn’t help but be smut at the lust darkening Omis eyes.
Shoving the lean legs up a bit more, the bigger male pressed his cock to the stretched entrance. Waiting as Omi wiggled, trying to get him to move, Farfarello idly wrapped his fingers around the slim prick between them and stroked until his lover started to beg.
Leering at Omi, Farfarello finally gave into the begging and shoved deep into the tightness. Pausing to savor the feeling of being surrounded, the sociopathic Irish man started a hard and fast pace. Omi made his approval well known by letting go, filling the room with his sounds.
The two didn’t last long, Omi due to be sensitive from his last climax and Farfarello from having to wait so long. When Omi finally came, his back arched upwards as he tightened around Farfarello, dragging him with.
Panting, the two fell onto the bed, the silver man slipping out of his lover as they enjoyed the aftergolow.
“So, what brought this on?” Omi finally asked, getting a smirk.
“Needed to stake my claim,” was the explanation.
“Out,” was all that Omi was able to get out before his lips were sealed in a kiss.