Vanilla

Vanilla
His pulse was throbbing in what felt like perfect tempo with the song blaring from the stereo. It was some old Western song that was out when he was probably like two. It had been a pretty poppy song before this band had covered it. Now it was harsh and aggressive, teeming with the raw promise of blood, bruises and hard fucking.
Just perfect.
Shrugging off his shirt, he walked over to the stereo and put it on repeat. He didn't want to have the mood jarred when he was in the middle of something important.
Once that was done, he unbuckled the heavy belt and snapped his trousers open and let them fall in a puddle of black denim. Grabbing a bottle of moisturizer, he grinned slightly as he sauntered over to the bed and laid down. Squirming a bit to get comfortable, he hit upon the perfect spot almost by accident. He laid still for a few minutes as he savoured the feeling of cool air over his heated skin. His heart sped up a bit as his hand, smeared with a generous helping of moisturizer, moved almost out of its own accord below the elastic of his boxers. His face heated up as his fingers caressed the coarse hair that started from a little below his navel and spread out to blanket the entire area of his groin in an almost artistic monochromatic scheme.
Biting his lip, he closed his eyes and pictured a pair of tan hands down there with his as his fingers kneaded and stroked past the hair to almost dig into said skin.
He wished that the fantasy playing in his mind would become reality, but he knew that his lover had duties to keep. He knew that was the way that it had been agreed on, but he couldn't help but to want him at the most inopportune moments.
Frowning slightly, he put the thoughts aside and moved his fingers, which had gone perfectly still. That certainly wouldn't do at all. Sighing deeply, he began to touch himself with renewed vigour, his fantasies co-operating as well.
He began to writhe about a bit as he imagined those slender, yet calloused fingers moving from the base of his groin to pay attention to the flesh that was slowly, but surely beginning to harden. He let out a hiss as he imagined how much pressure would be behind the caresses. It wouldn't be too hard or too much. It would be just perfect. Enough to make him hard just a bit, and then without much preamble, become fully erect and ready.
He squeezed the flesh and gasped as more heat began to colour the pale skin. He could almost hear the low grumble of his voice as the flesh was kneaded and the other hand found its way to cup his balls, which were growing heavy and getting tight against his body.
The song had almost faded in the background, the only sound he could hear was the blood rushing to his ears as his ministrations at first were slow and sure, but had now become harsh and aggressive; almost sloppy as he began to climb the apex of his release.
“How's this? Do you want me to touch you there? Do you want me to go harder?” He could almost hear that purr in his ear as his hands frantically moved against flesh that had become turgid and almost painful to touch. The heat that had collected there with each move of his hand had now pooled into a burning pool of agony that felt as it was going to rip his abdomen to shreds if he didn't experience release soon.
He moaned deep in his throat in response to the questions. Of course he wanted it harder. Faster. Anything as long as he found release!
“Beg for it. Cry for it. Scream for it. Maybe then I'll give it to you.” He had done that, a few times prior. But he always relented when he heard the pain in his cries. At least he wasn't a sadist.
“Ah!!Ahhhh!” the cry was involuntarily ripped from his throat as the hot, triumphant feeling of release overwhelmed him. He lay in post-orgasmic bliss, his eyes closed and a small smile on his face as he rode the waves of euphoria for as long as he could.
He laid there for what he guessed was maybe half an hour, but a quick glance at his clock told him only five minutes had passed. Making a face at the cold mess that was all over his hands and underwear, he reached over and knocked the tissue box onto the bed. Clumsily, he grabbed a handful of tissues and cleaned himself up as well as he could before he took a shower. Stripping off his soaked boxers, he chucked them in the hamper and made a mental note to do some laundry.
Sighing in satisfaction, he got out of bed and headed to the bathroom he shared with Kyo. And nearly had a heart attack when he saw said Kyo standing in the doorway with a demonic smile on his face.
Although he was perilously close to screaming, he managed to keep his composure in front of his lover.
“Enjoyed the show?” He asked in a cool voice as he stepped into the room.
“Long enough. Who were you thinking about as you wanked off?” Kyo asked, grabbing Hatsuharu and pulling him close enough for him to give the back of his neck a sharp nip.
“Hmmm? Who? Hyde? Gackt?” Kyo whispered right before he went in and bit him again. This time using his sharp eye-teeth and drawing blood.
“Ah! You! Only you! Oh God!”
Kyo chuckled at the passionate response.
“You feel up to a round with the real thing, Haru?”he murmured as he lapped up the blood that had oozed out.
Hatsuharu smiled.
“Of Course.”

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