All I ever need is you ,,
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+G to L › Haru wo Daiteita
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
4,389
Reviews:
6
Recommended:
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Currently Reading:
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I do not own Haru wo Daiteita, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
All I ever need is you ,,
[[i do not own any of the characters, and im not earning any money, this is solely for entertainment, pls do not sue.]]
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A crimson stream of blood trickled from his lips. He felt his world fade and focus on the scene in front of him. The mutterings and fidgeting of the crew went unnoticed around him. Vaguely, he registered that his knees were shaking.
Iwaki bit his lips even harder; his mind screaming at him to just turn and go, but his feet and eyes remaining stubborn.
I trust him, he repeated in his head, but the aroused moans and frantic caresses were forcing the strength from him.
“CUT!”
Iwaki seemed to snap at that command; his knees gave way, and he instinctively tried to grab onto something. Flailing his arms desperately, the scene was still playing painfully in his mind.
But there was only air.
Then he felt strong arms catching him just before he hit the ground. Iwaki opened his tired eyes and stared into the face of Katou. He was about to smile when suddenly the smell on Katou hit his nostrils. He smelt of sex. Not of Iwaki. It was a stranger’s smell.
Katou felt his heart break when he saw a teardrop streak slowly down Iwaki’s shivering cheeks. His anger rose when he saw Iwaki turn from him.
Ignoring the awkward silence in the studio, he swept Iwaki up like a rag doll. He stormed to the door, and threw a glare of pure venom at the producer before disappearing.
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“I should never have agreed to do this,” Katou cursed as he heeled violently down on the accelerator, cruising straight through the red lights.
Iwaki had not spoken since he assured Katou he would be fine, just before they started filming. Katou glanced worriedly at his ghostly pale lover; his chest jolting at the sight of the stream of blood, now dried.
“Iwaki san,” Katou tried again as he undid his safety belt. They had already reached their home after long minutes of painful silence. “Iwaki san.”
Iwaki did not answer, but released himself and opened the door. He stood on his own, though slightly unsteady, and started walking back to the apartment, leaving Katou swearing under his breath in the car.
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Iwaki was sitting on their bed when Katou came up, staring into space. Katou sighed. He knew how his lover felt. If it had been him, he wouldn’t even have agreed to the tryouts. And if the producer had insisted after that, he would just deliver a punch to his face. Make my Iwaki do it, huh!?
But Iwaki had agreed, even though his face turned deathly white the moment the producer said the word “with an AV actress”. Despite Katou’s initial protests, Iwaki made him promise the producer.
Dammit he’s just too considerate.
Katou crept gently beside Iwaki and laid his head on Iwaki’s lap.
“I’m sorry, Katou..” Iwaki muttered. Katou’s head snapped up.
“What?” he growled. A fresh drop of tears traced it way down Iwaki’s face. Katou leaned in to kiss it away. “No…it’s not your fault…it’s mine. I should have bloody hell made sure I never agreed.”
Relief filled Katou when Iwaki finally met his gaze. He pulled Iwaki into his embrace, and Iwaki started sobbing into his shoulder.
Katou let him cry. He stroked Iwaki’s back comfortingly, threading his fingers into Iwaki’s hair, until Iwaki’s shuddering form became still again.
“I’m never going to act in any show without you anymore.”
Iwaki pushed at Katou, eyes wide in dilemma.
“You are not protesting,” Katou said before Iwaki could make a reply. “I can’t stand anyone except you.”
“I don’t want you career to be—”
“Shut up. I don’t give a shit about my career, or yours. Any show we’re doing will be about you and me,” Katou snapped. “I love you,” he added softly. “All I ever need is you.”
Iwaki broke into a smile at last. “I love you too.”
“Believe me,” Katou assured, pulling Iwaki close again. “I don’t need anything except you.”
Iwaki nodded, and Katou kissed him, licking the dried blood away. When he drew away, Iwaki was already breathless.
“I need you.”
Katou grinned and obliged, lifting his shirt off as Iwaki did the same. Katou unzipped Iwaki, and stroked his lover.
Very soon, the pace quickened as their blood surged faster. Katou almost ripped their pants off in his urgency.
Pushing Iwaki to make him lie down, Katou spread his legs and put his mouth to good use. Iwaki groaned in response and pulled Katou’s head closer. Sucking, licking, Iwaki was almost to his climax when Katou stopped. Iwaki grunted in protest.
“Not so fast,” Katou chuckled, smacking his lips. They tasted of Iwaki. “We’re gonna come together.”
Pulling himself up to kiss Iwaki again, he rubbed his erection against his lover’s. Both moaned and Katou quickly shifted, positioning himself at Iwaki’s entrance.
“Iwaki san,” he mumbled. Then he pushed in.
Iwaki whimpered as Katou filled him to capacity. He grabbed Katou’s arms as the latter started thrusting. They were never really vocal during sex, but this time the sensation was driving them crazy. Katou gasped as he plunged deeper than ever; Iwaki almost cried out when Katou lifted his legs to press harder into him.
Moving as one, it wasn’t long when they finally climaxed together. Yelling each other’s names, they came. Iwaki splashed Katou’s stomach as Katou pumped feverishly into him. The love they felt at that instant burned around them, and then Katou collapsed on Iwaki.
Surprised, he asked: “Did you feel that?”
“Yeah,” Iwaki smiled. Katou was still inside him.
“Mmm…you are delicious,” Katou mumbled as he started devouring Iwaki’s neck. His lover slapped his chest playfully and he laughed, lifting himself up to claim Iwaki’s lips.
“I love you.”
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A crimson stream of blood trickled from his lips. He felt his world fade and focus on the scene in front of him. The mutterings and fidgeting of the crew went unnoticed around him. Vaguely, he registered that his knees were shaking.
Iwaki bit his lips even harder; his mind screaming at him to just turn and go, but his feet and eyes remaining stubborn.
I trust him, he repeated in his head, but the aroused moans and frantic caresses were forcing the strength from him.
“CUT!”
Iwaki seemed to snap at that command; his knees gave way, and he instinctively tried to grab onto something. Flailing his arms desperately, the scene was still playing painfully in his mind.
But there was only air.
Then he felt strong arms catching him just before he hit the ground. Iwaki opened his tired eyes and stared into the face of Katou. He was about to smile when suddenly the smell on Katou hit his nostrils. He smelt of sex. Not of Iwaki. It was a stranger’s smell.
Katou felt his heart break when he saw a teardrop streak slowly down Iwaki’s shivering cheeks. His anger rose when he saw Iwaki turn from him.
Ignoring the awkward silence in the studio, he swept Iwaki up like a rag doll. He stormed to the door, and threw a glare of pure venom at the producer before disappearing.
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“I should never have agreed to do this,” Katou cursed as he heeled violently down on the accelerator, cruising straight through the red lights.
Iwaki had not spoken since he assured Katou he would be fine, just before they started filming. Katou glanced worriedly at his ghostly pale lover; his chest jolting at the sight of the stream of blood, now dried.
“Iwaki san,” Katou tried again as he undid his safety belt. They had already reached their home after long minutes of painful silence. “Iwaki san.”
Iwaki did not answer, but released himself and opened the door. He stood on his own, though slightly unsteady, and started walking back to the apartment, leaving Katou swearing under his breath in the car.
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Iwaki was sitting on their bed when Katou came up, staring into space. Katou sighed. He knew how his lover felt. If it had been him, he wouldn’t even have agreed to the tryouts. And if the producer had insisted after that, he would just deliver a punch to his face. Make my Iwaki do it, huh!?
But Iwaki had agreed, even though his face turned deathly white the moment the producer said the word “with an AV actress”. Despite Katou’s initial protests, Iwaki made him promise the producer.
Dammit he’s just too considerate.
Katou crept gently beside Iwaki and laid his head on Iwaki’s lap.
“I’m sorry, Katou..” Iwaki muttered. Katou’s head snapped up.
“What?” he growled. A fresh drop of tears traced it way down Iwaki’s face. Katou leaned in to kiss it away. “No…it’s not your fault…it’s mine. I should have bloody hell made sure I never agreed.”
Relief filled Katou when Iwaki finally met his gaze. He pulled Iwaki into his embrace, and Iwaki started sobbing into his shoulder.
Katou let him cry. He stroked Iwaki’s back comfortingly, threading his fingers into Iwaki’s hair, until Iwaki’s shuddering form became still again.
“I’m never going to act in any show without you anymore.”
Iwaki pushed at Katou, eyes wide in dilemma.
“You are not protesting,” Katou said before Iwaki could make a reply. “I can’t stand anyone except you.”
“I don’t want you career to be—”
“Shut up. I don’t give a shit about my career, or yours. Any show we’re doing will be about you and me,” Katou snapped. “I love you,” he added softly. “All I ever need is you.”
Iwaki broke into a smile at last. “I love you too.”
“Believe me,” Katou assured, pulling Iwaki close again. “I don’t need anything except you.”
Iwaki nodded, and Katou kissed him, licking the dried blood away. When he drew away, Iwaki was already breathless.
“I need you.”
Katou grinned and obliged, lifting his shirt off as Iwaki did the same. Katou unzipped Iwaki, and stroked his lover.
Very soon, the pace quickened as their blood surged faster. Katou almost ripped their pants off in his urgency.
Pushing Iwaki to make him lie down, Katou spread his legs and put his mouth to good use. Iwaki groaned in response and pulled Katou’s head closer. Sucking, licking, Iwaki was almost to his climax when Katou stopped. Iwaki grunted in protest.
“Not so fast,” Katou chuckled, smacking his lips. They tasted of Iwaki. “We’re gonna come together.”
Pulling himself up to kiss Iwaki again, he rubbed his erection against his lover’s. Both moaned and Katou quickly shifted, positioning himself at Iwaki’s entrance.
“Iwaki san,” he mumbled. Then he pushed in.
Iwaki whimpered as Katou filled him to capacity. He grabbed Katou’s arms as the latter started thrusting. They were never really vocal during sex, but this time the sensation was driving them crazy. Katou gasped as he plunged deeper than ever; Iwaki almost cried out when Katou lifted his legs to press harder into him.
Moving as one, it wasn’t long when they finally climaxed together. Yelling each other’s names, they came. Iwaki splashed Katou’s stomach as Katou pumped feverishly into him. The love they felt at that instant burned around them, and then Katou collapsed on Iwaki.
Surprised, he asked: “Did you feel that?”
“Yeah,” Iwaki smiled. Katou was still inside him.
“Mmm…you are delicious,” Katou mumbled as he started devouring Iwaki’s neck. His lover slapped his chest playfully and he laughed, lifting himself up to claim Iwaki’s lips.
“I love you.”