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Category:
+. to F › D. Gray Man
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
5,653
Reviews:
5
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own D. Gray Man, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Heat
Pheromones.
Lavi was sure that was the cause. Komui must have added pheromones to the bath water. What else could explain this situation? He massaged Kanda’s thighs as he pumped in and out, in and out. Oh God, it felt so good. Kanda was so tight. Lavi opened his mouth to kiss the back of Kanda’s neck, and couldn’t repress a moan. He knew he was about to climax. He wanted to wait, wanted to enjoy the hot, slick warmth engulfing his cock for just thirty more seconds, just another minute. It was so wonderful.
Lavi’s hands tightened, fingertips digging into the taut muscles of Kanda’s legs. The water sloshed, only slowing his movement a little as he pistoned in and out of Kanda’s ass. Here, in the deepest part of the baths, the water came halfway up Lavi’s chest. Underwater currents caressed Lavi’s balls. The heat was so wonderful, embracing more than half his body, but nowhere warmer than inside Kanda.
Lavi trailed his kisses down Kanda’s neck, nipping into the other boy’s flesh. Kanda quivered at the feel of Lavi’s teeth, and Lavi felt a sudden tightening of the muscles surrounding his own rock-hard length. The pleasure was too much. The heat was too much.
Lavi’s eyes rolled back into his head, and there was only darkness.
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At the same time, Allen was bent forward with his hands pressed against his own knees. Kanda was behind him, one hand tangled in Allen’s hair while the other held Allen’s throbbing member like a vise, stroking him with a painful slowness that made Allen want to scream. Kanda’s own cock slid in and out of Allen like a jackhammer. The rhythmic pounding, like a drumbeat on his prostate, left Allen gasping for breath. His knees had begun trembling almost three minutes ago, and the shaking had become so strong that if Allen stopped bracing his legs with his hands, he knew he would slip to his knees, slip all the way into the scalding water of the bath.
He didn’t know how much more he could take, though. Kanda’s hand tightened on his cock, stroking downward once more. A finger traced the head of his member, and Allen screamed as the sensations assaulted him. It was too much to take, all at once like this. The steam rushed into his lungs, and he felt breathless. Oh God, how could Kanda torture him like this? The agonizing slowness of it. The humiliation of being taken like this, in the middle of a public bath, where anyone could wander in and see...
It was the thought of humiliation that sent him over the edge. The hand in his hair tightened, and Allen opened his mouth to scream Kanda’s name - damn whoever heard him - but the thick bathhouse air robbed the air from his lungs. Allen’s eyes rolled back into his head, and his hands slipped against his knees. He slumped forward into the water, and into the welcoming darkness.
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Kanda felt like his blood was on fire. He didn’t know what was making him act this way, and a small scrap of him raged at the impropriety of it all. Here, in the public baths, fucking Allen Walker’s tight little asshole while Lavi pounded into Kanda’s own, over and over again. Kanda growled, tightening his hand on Allen’s hair. He knew his own climax would come in just a few more seconds.
*splash*
*splash*
Without warning, Lavi slipped out of Kanda, falling backward into the water. Allen tumbled forward, sliding off Kanda’s cock like a limp doll. It was ALMOST enough to send Kanda over the edge. Almost, but not quite.
Kanda stared at the two unconscious forms floating in the water, his length throbbing with unresolved need. He felt his stomach lurch, his heart skip a beat. To be denied like this, in the final moments of his…
“FUUCK!” The scream beat against the walls of the bathhouse, echoing in the silence where now only one man stood.
Yu Kanda did NOT masturbate. He would not stoop that low. Oh God, how he wanted to finish. His breath rattled in his throat as he glanced around, panicked, looking for any way to find his release.
Kanda’s cock wilted, just slightly. No, no no no. DAMN IT, but he wanted to finish!
One solitary tear rolled down his cheek, unnoticed. It dripped off his chin and splashed into the warm waters of the Black Order’s public baths.
Lavi was sure that was the cause. Komui must have added pheromones to the bath water. What else could explain this situation? He massaged Kanda’s thighs as he pumped in and out, in and out. Oh God, it felt so good. Kanda was so tight. Lavi opened his mouth to kiss the back of Kanda’s neck, and couldn’t repress a moan. He knew he was about to climax. He wanted to wait, wanted to enjoy the hot, slick warmth engulfing his cock for just thirty more seconds, just another minute. It was so wonderful.
Lavi’s hands tightened, fingertips digging into the taut muscles of Kanda’s legs. The water sloshed, only slowing his movement a little as he pistoned in and out of Kanda’s ass. Here, in the deepest part of the baths, the water came halfway up Lavi’s chest. Underwater currents caressed Lavi’s balls. The heat was so wonderful, embracing more than half his body, but nowhere warmer than inside Kanda.
Lavi trailed his kisses down Kanda’s neck, nipping into the other boy’s flesh. Kanda quivered at the feel of Lavi’s teeth, and Lavi felt a sudden tightening of the muscles surrounding his own rock-hard length. The pleasure was too much. The heat was too much.
Lavi’s eyes rolled back into his head, and there was only darkness.
----------------------------
At the same time, Allen was bent forward with his hands pressed against his own knees. Kanda was behind him, one hand tangled in Allen’s hair while the other held Allen’s throbbing member like a vise, stroking him with a painful slowness that made Allen want to scream. Kanda’s own cock slid in and out of Allen like a jackhammer. The rhythmic pounding, like a drumbeat on his prostate, left Allen gasping for breath. His knees had begun trembling almost three minutes ago, and the shaking had become so strong that if Allen stopped bracing his legs with his hands, he knew he would slip to his knees, slip all the way into the scalding water of the bath.
He didn’t know how much more he could take, though. Kanda’s hand tightened on his cock, stroking downward once more. A finger traced the head of his member, and Allen screamed as the sensations assaulted him. It was too much to take, all at once like this. The steam rushed into his lungs, and he felt breathless. Oh God, how could Kanda torture him like this? The agonizing slowness of it. The humiliation of being taken like this, in the middle of a public bath, where anyone could wander in and see...
It was the thought of humiliation that sent him over the edge. The hand in his hair tightened, and Allen opened his mouth to scream Kanda’s name - damn whoever heard him - but the thick bathhouse air robbed the air from his lungs. Allen’s eyes rolled back into his head, and his hands slipped against his knees. He slumped forward into the water, and into the welcoming darkness.
----------------------------
Kanda felt like his blood was on fire. He didn’t know what was making him act this way, and a small scrap of him raged at the impropriety of it all. Here, in the public baths, fucking Allen Walker’s tight little asshole while Lavi pounded into Kanda’s own, over and over again. Kanda growled, tightening his hand on Allen’s hair. He knew his own climax would come in just a few more seconds.
*splash*
*splash*
Without warning, Lavi slipped out of Kanda, falling backward into the water. Allen tumbled forward, sliding off Kanda’s cock like a limp doll. It was ALMOST enough to send Kanda over the edge. Almost, but not quite.
Kanda stared at the two unconscious forms floating in the water, his length throbbing with unresolved need. He felt his stomach lurch, his heart skip a beat. To be denied like this, in the final moments of his…
“FUUCK!” The scream beat against the walls of the bathhouse, echoing in the silence where now only one man stood.
Yu Kanda did NOT masturbate. He would not stoop that low. Oh God, how he wanted to finish. His breath rattled in his throat as he glanced around, panicked, looking for any way to find his release.
Kanda’s cock wilted, just slightly. No, no no no. DAMN IT, but he wanted to finish!
One solitary tear rolled down his cheek, unnoticed. It dripped off his chin and splashed into the warm waters of the Black Order’s public baths.