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+G to L › Harukanaru Toki no Naka de
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
1,716
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Harukanaru Toki no Naka de, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Selenite
[ selenite ]
Disclaimer: I don\'t own HaruToki, nor do I own the Genbu duo. I\'m just making them do Very Naughty Things.
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There were hands on his body, touching and teasing and stroking, slender fingers drifting over lithe muscle and warm skin and never quite touching where he wanted it most, no matter how he begged. He knew, though, that the sound of his voice filled the silence and made it so much less awkward for the both of them, and so he closed his eyes and arched his hips and continued to speak mindless words that flowed from his lips like honey. He didn\'t know what he was saying, and he didn\'t really care; all he wanted was to be touched and tasted and taken over and over again until he couldn\'t remember who he was.
Warm breath ghosted over his thighs, made his eyes open, and he looked down and a shuddery, expectant moan slipped from his throat as he saw his lover gazing steadily up at him from over his arousal. He licked his lips, tried to form words, got no farther than please before his voice broke at the first warm wet touch of lips and tongue and his eyes slammed closed. He grasped frantically at the sheets beneath him, his head tossing from side to side, strands of long silken hair sticking to his skin and flipping about with each movement he made, and if he could think he\'d have been glad that the majority of it was pinned beneath his body. But he was too far gone to think of that, merely writhing and arching and clutching at the sheets as his voice rose, sharp clear cries like the echo of a bell bringing a nearly-invisible smile to the very corners of the other\'s lips. It was gone as soon as it came, though, and he never saw it, so close to the breaking point that he felt as if he could scream--
Then that tantalizing mouth pulled away, and he whined instead, gasping to catch his breath and sensing those keen eyes on him as his body slowly settled down. The other knew; oh, yes, he definitely knew, knew every response and stimulus and everything there was to know about him, and just as he drew breath to complain he felt cool slick fingertips against his entrance and his world exploded into a blaze of light as a single digit penetrated him. He let out a sobbing cry, bucked frantically up against that teasing hand, begging for more, deeper, oh god yes more and he sensed the other\'s tiny smile as a second finger slid inside, stretching him slowly. It felt good, oh yes, but it still wasn\'t enough and he had barely drawn breath to speak again when those fingertips brushed pointedly against a spot deep inside and he lost the breath to a sharp wail. Maybe his time-sense was distorted by the pleasure, but it seemed like merely a few seconds before the fingers withdrew and he whimpered a frail plea and blushed such a lovely shade of red as he slowly opened his legs fully to the other.
A slight pause, then he was penetrated.
He let out a shrill cry, wrapping his arms and legs about his lover and clinging frantically to him, and there was no hesitation this time before slender hips moved against his and they fell into rhythm. He felt dizzy, short of breath, tilting his head blindly up and feeling their lips meet and suddenly, connected just like that, it fully became their own little world. Nothing existed but them, moving together in the companionable emptiness that surrounded them, and he suddenly smiled into the kiss and reached up and worked still-bound hair out of its surprisingly firm hold. The strands cascaded down, smelling of spring rain and ice crystals and the unique scent that belonged only to the other, and he breathed in deeply and felt as if he were floating and tangled his fingers into silken tresses. He was close, he realized, but he barely felt it; no sensation could compare to this, to having his lover inside him and over him and kissing him so softly and shyly, and he smiled again and shifted his hips and the burst of pleasure that streaked down his spine was indescribable.
When he came to his senses, they were slumped down together, skin sticky-slick with sweat and cooling slowly in the air, making him shiver. He sighed softly as he felt the other withdraw, reaching to grasp his arm, begging him to stay, and after a moment of pause the space next to him on the bed was filled and his lover was slowly drawing the blanket up around their sated bodies. He sighed again, out of contentment this time, smiling and moving closer and closing his eyes to rest as strong, slender arms encircled him and held him close and safe. He knew the other would not be there when he woke; it would be as if it had just been a dream.
But when he woke and looked to the door, he smiled satisfaction to see a braided leather cord hanging from the bamboo screen, a single crystal of selenite dangling from the end.
So it wasn\'t a dream, after all.
~owari~
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A/N: I know I didn\'t make it clear in the story. Eisen\'s lover is Yasuaki. I actually wrote it for a friend and no clarification was needed, but since I\'m posting it here, figured I better clarify... ^^;;;
Disclaimer: I don\'t own HaruToki, nor do I own the Genbu duo. I\'m just making them do Very Naughty Things.
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There were hands on his body, touching and teasing and stroking, slender fingers drifting over lithe muscle and warm skin and never quite touching where he wanted it most, no matter how he begged. He knew, though, that the sound of his voice filled the silence and made it so much less awkward for the both of them, and so he closed his eyes and arched his hips and continued to speak mindless words that flowed from his lips like honey. He didn\'t know what he was saying, and he didn\'t really care; all he wanted was to be touched and tasted and taken over and over again until he couldn\'t remember who he was.
Warm breath ghosted over his thighs, made his eyes open, and he looked down and a shuddery, expectant moan slipped from his throat as he saw his lover gazing steadily up at him from over his arousal. He licked his lips, tried to form words, got no farther than please before his voice broke at the first warm wet touch of lips and tongue and his eyes slammed closed. He grasped frantically at the sheets beneath him, his head tossing from side to side, strands of long silken hair sticking to his skin and flipping about with each movement he made, and if he could think he\'d have been glad that the majority of it was pinned beneath his body. But he was too far gone to think of that, merely writhing and arching and clutching at the sheets as his voice rose, sharp clear cries like the echo of a bell bringing a nearly-invisible smile to the very corners of the other\'s lips. It was gone as soon as it came, though, and he never saw it, so close to the breaking point that he felt as if he could scream--
Then that tantalizing mouth pulled away, and he whined instead, gasping to catch his breath and sensing those keen eyes on him as his body slowly settled down. The other knew; oh, yes, he definitely knew, knew every response and stimulus and everything there was to know about him, and just as he drew breath to complain he felt cool slick fingertips against his entrance and his world exploded into a blaze of light as a single digit penetrated him. He let out a sobbing cry, bucked frantically up against that teasing hand, begging for more, deeper, oh god yes more and he sensed the other\'s tiny smile as a second finger slid inside, stretching him slowly. It felt good, oh yes, but it still wasn\'t enough and he had barely drawn breath to speak again when those fingertips brushed pointedly against a spot deep inside and he lost the breath to a sharp wail. Maybe his time-sense was distorted by the pleasure, but it seemed like merely a few seconds before the fingers withdrew and he whimpered a frail plea and blushed such a lovely shade of red as he slowly opened his legs fully to the other.
A slight pause, then he was penetrated.
He let out a shrill cry, wrapping his arms and legs about his lover and clinging frantically to him, and there was no hesitation this time before slender hips moved against his and they fell into rhythm. He felt dizzy, short of breath, tilting his head blindly up and feeling their lips meet and suddenly, connected just like that, it fully became their own little world. Nothing existed but them, moving together in the companionable emptiness that surrounded them, and he suddenly smiled into the kiss and reached up and worked still-bound hair out of its surprisingly firm hold. The strands cascaded down, smelling of spring rain and ice crystals and the unique scent that belonged only to the other, and he breathed in deeply and felt as if he were floating and tangled his fingers into silken tresses. He was close, he realized, but he barely felt it; no sensation could compare to this, to having his lover inside him and over him and kissing him so softly and shyly, and he smiled again and shifted his hips and the burst of pleasure that streaked down his spine was indescribable.
When he came to his senses, they were slumped down together, skin sticky-slick with sweat and cooling slowly in the air, making him shiver. He sighed softly as he felt the other withdraw, reaching to grasp his arm, begging him to stay, and after a moment of pause the space next to him on the bed was filled and his lover was slowly drawing the blanket up around their sated bodies. He sighed again, out of contentment this time, smiling and moving closer and closing his eyes to rest as strong, slender arms encircled him and held him close and safe. He knew the other would not be there when he woke; it would be as if it had just been a dream.
But when he woke and looked to the door, he smiled satisfaction to see a braided leather cord hanging from the bamboo screen, a single crystal of selenite dangling from the end.
So it wasn\'t a dream, after all.
~owari~
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A/N: I know I didn\'t make it clear in the story. Eisen\'s lover is Yasuaki. I actually wrote it for a friend and no clarification was needed, but since I\'m posting it here, figured I better clarify... ^^;;;