Chocolate: The Series of Escapades from a Disturbed Mind
Dear Reader: I must warn you, many of these little snippets are sexually explicit. I do not own any of the characters that will be appearing.
1: Katekyou Hitman
The curtains did not hold back the blare from the already rising sun. But strangely it did not bother the sleeping form. Takeshi Yamamoto snored on, completely ignoring the fact it was 12:00 in the morning. Hayato Gokudera glared at his boyfriend who was currently sprawled helter-skelter on the double bed and actually managed to take up ALL of the space. The silverette lay on his side on the current bed with the baseball player's tan hand lying on his pale chest. Gokudera grunted and tried to get up but instead stirred the snoring boy. The Storm Guardian found himself pinned between Tempur-pedic and a muscular frame called Yamamoto. Now most girls would kill to be in a position like this, between one of the high school heartthrobs, half naked and sleeping. Not Gokudera, he was just about ready to throw the snoring lump out of the bed and onto the cold floor. He was getting ready to follow through until he felt something prodding at his abdomen. Hayato almost popped a vein, he hoped it wasn't what he thought it was.
Morning Dew:
Hayato lay there with a sleeping Yamamoto with a hard-on and he himself had somewhat morning wood. He 'hmph-ed' and gently slid his hand down to his groin where he felt a slight wetness from pre-seminal fluid. He gasped suddenly when he touched the tip causing his chest to rise. Yamamoto abruptly snorted, then the silverette suddenly found himself staring at mischievous caramel eyes, "Watcha doin', Dera-kun~?" he felt another hand run a thumb under Gokudera's pulsing shaft.
"H-ha, Yamamoto, st-stop." He arched his back when an arcing shock of pleasure shot through his body. He felt a warm breath drift on his neck only a moment after teeth nipped at his collar bone. Yamamoto snickered at the gasped breaths, "Mmm, enjoying it?" he whispered, Gokudera nodded, already sweating, "Uhn…just, just fuck me already." He pleaded weakly, propping himself onto the crossed lap of his lover, lifting himself tauntingly. The caramel eyed boy licked his lips, "No lube?" he asked huskily. Hayato was gasping for breath, he leaned his head on Yamamoto's well toned chest. Yamamoto lowered his pale lover onto his penis and grunted when he felt the same and cherished tightness and humid wetness. Gokudera lay his head into the crook of Takeshi's shoulder and moaned into the heated skin.
The only sounds at the moment were the slapping of skin and gentle moans. Takeshi thrust into Gokudera, firm and hard, smiling to the pulsing beat and the berating moans and whimpers that constantly escaped from the pale mouth of the silverette. The growing heat that had constricted itself in both of the boys had finally reached a white burning fire. They came at the same time, feeling the heat spread throughout their joined bodies. They lay there, basking in the afterglow, "And my original intention was to wake you up, you horny baseball-freak." He muttered. Yamamoto propped his head on his hand, "Well don't you think this was a much better way to spend the morning?" Gokudera silently agreed, "I would nod, but today is a Monday…"
NA: Alright so the first chapter is pretty sketchy and pretty pointless. But hey, drabbles are fun!