Deeper into Despair
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Category:
Gravitation › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
4
Views:
1,419
Reviews:
0
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.
Title III
Yeeah!!! Second chappy!!
Thanx for the support, peeps!
Me is to lazy to update, but I will try.
*blows kisses*
On to the ficcy...TALLY HO!!!
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Suguru could hardly breathe. How could he, with Tohma's tongue fucking his mouth, the blonde crushing him against the wall. But the green haired teen didn't want to breathe, and as much as he tried to reason, with every kiss Tohma became more forceful, more needful. The room felt unbearably hot, and Suguru's skin was sensitive. The suddenly, Tohma let go of the youth's lips and Suguru was gasping for air, panting and shaking as Tohma held him tightly around the waist.
"First kiss, ne?" Tohma whispered against the teen's neck. Suguru wanted to make his lips form some sort of coherent words, but the breath against the teen's neck was warm and moist, and all the youth could do is take in oxygen. The blonde pressed his lips again Suguru's neck as the teen clung to the front on Tohma shirt, stretching the material. Tohma ran his tongue along the skin underneath Suguru's ear, and the younger whimpered softly, his fists tight against the older man's shirt. Tohma kissed the teen again, fingers entwined in short strands of green, body pressed against the smaller frame. Something hard and throbbing was against Suguru's lower belly, and he moaned as he thrusted his hips upwards against the hardness. Tohma's slick tongue was gently coaxing Suguru's and the youth tentatively kissed back. The older was grinding into Suguru, tongues melding, at a loss of breath, and bringing the green haired teen so close to the edge.
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Groaning softly, Suguru opened one eye, to pitch black. He realized it was still nighttime, and he was also vaguely aware in the sleepy haze that someone was on top of him. At first the green haired teen was going to have a panic attack (how very un-Suguru) until he remembered, and his hands buried into what he knew were the russet locks of the head on his chest.
"Suguru, love...go back to sleep," said person mumbled sleepily, shifting his position a tiny bit before falling back asleep. Suguru smiled weakly. How could he have forgotten THAT? Sometime during the middle of the tour, Hiro had asked Suguru out for coffee– Suguru had had tea instead. They enjoyed each other's company, and in the midst of it all, the guitarist kissed him. Suguru's first kiss, and the youth decided that he didn't mind coffee as much as he thought.
It was the last day of the trip, and Hiro had gotten the teen to go further than just the making out that they had done the past week, which was evident even as Suguru lay in bed.
Suguru really did try desperately to forget the blond keyboardist, at least for the trip, but it proved to be impossible. The dreams that felt so real, would continue to tease him.
And worst of all was at night, where Suguru could have sworn being shoved against a wall and helpless to Tohma's ministrations.
But, alas, it was just a dream.
"Good night, Hiroshi," Suguru whispered to his lover, though the guitarist was sound asleep.
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I love Hiroshi...he was so nice, so sweet. And it was a relief that he was experienced, since I had no idea what the heck I was doing.
But Hiro certainly wasn't you, Seguchi-san.
I often wondered what you tasted like, and my tongue run along the roof of my mouth, and my thoughts drifted somewhere in the realm between imagination and reality after I dreamed about you. Would you be hot? Enticing? Erotic?
The main word that comes to my mind is addicting...you were a purely evil addiction.
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Ja ne...
Thanx for the support, peeps!
Me is to lazy to update, but I will try.
*blows kisses*
On to the ficcy...TALLY HO!!!
__________________________________
Suguru could hardly breathe. How could he, with Tohma's tongue fucking his mouth, the blonde crushing him against the wall. But the green haired teen didn't want to breathe, and as much as he tried to reason, with every kiss Tohma became more forceful, more needful. The room felt unbearably hot, and Suguru's skin was sensitive. The suddenly, Tohma let go of the youth's lips and Suguru was gasping for air, panting and shaking as Tohma held him tightly around the waist.
"First kiss, ne?" Tohma whispered against the teen's neck. Suguru wanted to make his lips form some sort of coherent words, but the breath against the teen's neck was warm and moist, and all the youth could do is take in oxygen. The blonde pressed his lips again Suguru's neck as the teen clung to the front on Tohma shirt, stretching the material. Tohma ran his tongue along the skin underneath Suguru's ear, and the younger whimpered softly, his fists tight against the older man's shirt. Tohma kissed the teen again, fingers entwined in short strands of green, body pressed against the smaller frame. Something hard and throbbing was against Suguru's lower belly, and he moaned as he thrusted his hips upwards against the hardness. Tohma's slick tongue was gently coaxing Suguru's and the youth tentatively kissed back. The older was grinding into Suguru, tongues melding, at a loss of breath, and bringing the green haired teen so close to the edge.
*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-
Groaning softly, Suguru opened one eye, to pitch black. He realized it was still nighttime, and he was also vaguely aware in the sleepy haze that someone was on top of him. At first the green haired teen was going to have a panic attack (how very un-Suguru) until he remembered, and his hands buried into what he knew were the russet locks of the head on his chest.
"Suguru, love...go back to sleep," said person mumbled sleepily, shifting his position a tiny bit before falling back asleep. Suguru smiled weakly. How could he have forgotten THAT? Sometime during the middle of the tour, Hiro had asked Suguru out for coffee– Suguru had had tea instead. They enjoyed each other's company, and in the midst of it all, the guitarist kissed him. Suguru's first kiss, and the youth decided that he didn't mind coffee as much as he thought.
It was the last day of the trip, and Hiro had gotten the teen to go further than just the making out that they had done the past week, which was evident even as Suguru lay in bed.
Suguru really did try desperately to forget the blond keyboardist, at least for the trip, but it proved to be impossible. The dreams that felt so real, would continue to tease him.
And worst of all was at night, where Suguru could have sworn being shoved against a wall and helpless to Tohma's ministrations.
But, alas, it was just a dream.
"Good night, Hiroshi," Suguru whispered to his lover, though the guitarist was sound asleep.
*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-
I love Hiroshi...he was so nice, so sweet. And it was a relief that he was experienced, since I had no idea what the heck I was doing.
But Hiro certainly wasn't you, Seguchi-san.
I often wondered what you tasted like, and my tongue run along the roof of my mouth, and my thoughts drifted somewhere in the realm between imagination and reality after I dreamed about you. Would you be hot? Enticing? Erotic?
The main word that comes to my mind is addicting...you were a purely evil addiction.
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Ja ne...