Shuichi\'s Dance
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Category:
Gravitation › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
1,899
Reviews:
8
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Gravitation, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Suichi's Dance
*Disclaimer* - The Gravitation managa/anime does not belong to me, nor do any of it\'s characters ..*tear*
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//This is it...//
The beat of the music flows over him, slim hips begining to move. His eyes are closed, head tilted upward as if awaiting a kiss from the heavens, arms slowly rising as he gets more and more into the beat, lips mouthing the words. He feels the most free like this; just him and the music. The singer\'s words and beautiful combination of intruments pushing him to a state of extacy like no other.
He\'s twirls, jacket slaping against his stomach and back as he does so, hair fanning across his face. Even with his eyes closed it makes him dizzy, the dizzying feeling only heightening his sences, wanting him to feel it more and twirling again, heart pounding.
//Perfect'/
The song reaches it\'s climax then ends, causing the boy to abruptly stop where he stands, almost stumbling as his head swims. His hips are still moving to an unheard beat, body not willing to stand still for more than a moment. After a moment another song starts up and he\'s moving again, this time in a more sensual matter. Head falling back his lips part, arms wrapping low around his waist before one starts to slide it\'s way up, fingers splaying as the move under his shirt and shivering at the feel of cool fingers against his heated flesh.They brush along the taunt stomach, a sheen of sweat on the skin and move higher, shirt hiking as the digits explore his chest. Two stray, brushing a quickly-perking nipple in their venture and pull a low groan from the boy; soon the other\'s join, each taking a turn to brush over the sensitive bud and coax it into a hard nub.
Hips still swaying to the beat his other hand joins the dance, this one trailing from his waist and over still-moving hips, going down one thigh as far as it\'s able before making its way back upward and tracing over the growing need at the front of his jeans. There\'s a choked sound, the hand seeming to think on it\'s own and cupping the buldge before he can think, a moan pulled from the boy\'s throat this time. He trembles under the tormenting fingers; ones not controled by him, but by the music.
His legs soon turn on him as well, lowering him to his knees as the hand at his chest moves to toy with the other nipple, pinching it between two digits. The one at his pulsing need swiftly undo the buttons of his too-tight denims, slowly pulling down the zipper and reaching inside to pull him free, another groan pulled from his lips as they seem to scorch his skin. But the song\'s over now; there\'s a quicker one on, one that makes his pulse jump and breath hitch. //It starts now...//
The digits wrapped around his member squeeze the dripping hardness, the boy shuddering as bolts of pleasure shoot through him. They slide up together, thumb straying to greet the weeping tip, stroking it and reassuing that release will be soon, just to wait a few moments longer. The beat slows a bit and the hand moves in time with it, a slow steady motion that causes him to nearly weep in protest, cries reaching the high ceiling of the studio as he begs, pleads for mercy. The digits at his chest alternates between each of the nupples, one crying out for attention as the other begs for more, causing the boy\'s back to arch and hips to thrust with need, skin sheen with sweat.
The slowness of the song doesn\'t last long; picking up once again both sets of digits pick up right along with it, pinching and stroking and rubbing and teasing until the boy\'s arched back, back, back until his back is against the floor, knees bent under him and spread as far as his position and the fabric of his pants will allow him to go, eyes shut tight as his hips trust towards the ceilling, breath ragged. The song is nearing it\'s end, the beat building up as well as the preasure in the boy\'s gut and pace of his hands, heart thudding so hard in his chest that he feels it\'ll burt and then the song reaches its peak; he\'s coming, spazziming against the ground, hand milking his twitching pulsing length as his seed spirts into the air, falling back down in a strangely beautiful waterfall. Eventually the stream stops, hands stilling, panting breaths begining to slow until he\'s just laying back on the floor, eyes closed as his body tries to unwind, tense muscles relaxing and pulse slowing, hair sticking to a sweaty forehead.
//...Wow...// He opens his eyes, cringing as he unfolds his arms from underneath him, laying for a few moments longer before rolling and rising on shaky legs, hands now his own again fumbling with his pants and cringing at the stains on them, hoping they\'ll go unnotticed. Once ready he heads for the exit; never looking up to acknowlage the dark-haired guitar player in the recording booth of the studio watching him with hungry eyes.
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Like I said, VERY short ^^;; *hides* Was it horrible? Did you love it? Reviews fuel writters to improve/write more *hintwinknudge*
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//This is it...//
The beat of the music flows over him, slim hips begining to move. His eyes are closed, head tilted upward as if awaiting a kiss from the heavens, arms slowly rising as he gets more and more into the beat, lips mouthing the words. He feels the most free like this; just him and the music. The singer\'s words and beautiful combination of intruments pushing him to a state of extacy like no other.
He\'s twirls, jacket slaping against his stomach and back as he does so, hair fanning across his face. Even with his eyes closed it makes him dizzy, the dizzying feeling only heightening his sences, wanting him to feel it more and twirling again, heart pounding.
//Perfect'/
The song reaches it\'s climax then ends, causing the boy to abruptly stop where he stands, almost stumbling as his head swims. His hips are still moving to an unheard beat, body not willing to stand still for more than a moment. After a moment another song starts up and he\'s moving again, this time in a more sensual matter. Head falling back his lips part, arms wrapping low around his waist before one starts to slide it\'s way up, fingers splaying as the move under his shirt and shivering at the feel of cool fingers against his heated flesh.They brush along the taunt stomach, a sheen of sweat on the skin and move higher, shirt hiking as the digits explore his chest. Two stray, brushing a quickly-perking nipple in their venture and pull a low groan from the boy; soon the other\'s join, each taking a turn to brush over the sensitive bud and coax it into a hard nub.
Hips still swaying to the beat his other hand joins the dance, this one trailing from his waist and over still-moving hips, going down one thigh as far as it\'s able before making its way back upward and tracing over the growing need at the front of his jeans. There\'s a choked sound, the hand seeming to think on it\'s own and cupping the buldge before he can think, a moan pulled from the boy\'s throat this time. He trembles under the tormenting fingers; ones not controled by him, but by the music.
His legs soon turn on him as well, lowering him to his knees as the hand at his chest moves to toy with the other nipple, pinching it between two digits. The one at his pulsing need swiftly undo the buttons of his too-tight denims, slowly pulling down the zipper and reaching inside to pull him free, another groan pulled from his lips as they seem to scorch his skin. But the song\'s over now; there\'s a quicker one on, one that makes his pulse jump and breath hitch. //It starts now...//
The digits wrapped around his member squeeze the dripping hardness, the boy shuddering as bolts of pleasure shoot through him. They slide up together, thumb straying to greet the weeping tip, stroking it and reassuing that release will be soon, just to wait a few moments longer. The beat slows a bit and the hand moves in time with it, a slow steady motion that causes him to nearly weep in protest, cries reaching the high ceiling of the studio as he begs, pleads for mercy. The digits at his chest alternates between each of the nupples, one crying out for attention as the other begs for more, causing the boy\'s back to arch and hips to thrust with need, skin sheen with sweat.
The slowness of the song doesn\'t last long; picking up once again both sets of digits pick up right along with it, pinching and stroking and rubbing and teasing until the boy\'s arched back, back, back until his back is against the floor, knees bent under him and spread as far as his position and the fabric of his pants will allow him to go, eyes shut tight as his hips trust towards the ceilling, breath ragged. The song is nearing it\'s end, the beat building up as well as the preasure in the boy\'s gut and pace of his hands, heart thudding so hard in his chest that he feels it\'ll burt and then the song reaches its peak; he\'s coming, spazziming against the ground, hand milking his twitching pulsing length as his seed spirts into the air, falling back down in a strangely beautiful waterfall. Eventually the stream stops, hands stilling, panting breaths begining to slow until he\'s just laying back on the floor, eyes closed as his body tries to unwind, tense muscles relaxing and pulse slowing, hair sticking to a sweaty forehead.
//...Wow...// He opens his eyes, cringing as he unfolds his arms from underneath him, laying for a few moments longer before rolling and rising on shaky legs, hands now his own again fumbling with his pants and cringing at the stains on them, hoping they\'ll go unnotticed. Once ready he heads for the exit; never looking up to acknowlage the dark-haired guitar player in the recording booth of the studio watching him with hungry eyes.
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Like I said, VERY short ^^;; *hides* Was it horrible? Did you love it? Reviews fuel writters to improve/write more *hintwinknudge*