Challenge 3- Enraptured

Title: Enraptured

Pairing: Kamijo/Teru

Genre: Romance/Smut

Notes: There is sex in here. I tried to make it tasteful, so hopefully it came out good~

Synopsis: After the concert, Kamijo and Teru finally have each other with no interruptions.

Door locked for the third damn time. There wasn't any time to turn off lights, or even take off their concert costumes after their show. It was desperate. Needy. Feverish. There was no time or patience for foreplay or anything of the sort.

Clothing was removed, falling onto the floor in heaps. Surely the designers would be very upset that they were left in such non pristine ways. But that couldn't be helped. They were needy of each other. Teru was lifted from the floor, the other male's hands on his rear, carrying him towards the lavish silk covered bed, dropping him down. The taller man watched the other splay out sensually. His torso was bare, beautiful alabaster against crimson sheets.

He attacked. Lips covered the bare flesh. Biting. Licking. Sucking. The boy underneath couldn't breathe. He didn't even know how to react to this. It hadn't happened to intensely before! Delicious bruised speckled his chest and stomach where Kamijo had sucked the succulent flesh. His hands fumbled with the boy's pants, though that moment was short and he returned to that cool and collected man. That demeanor always pissed of the other, but he couldn't find the strength to care much at all.

His mind was stuck on those lips. And suddenly, they were on him again, but this time it made his back arch off the bed and his toes curled. Grabbing the bed sheets, Teru's lips parted and a desperate moan left them. Kamijo's mouth was on him. On his most sensitive parts and it made the boy writhe. Cheeks flushed, Teru stared up at the ceiling with his mouth hanging open. Spittle drizzling from the corners of his lips already while Kamijo lavished him in care.

Had this even happened before? Had Teru known this pleasure? He couldn't have. Especially with the man on top of him. He found himself being turned onto his stomach while the other prepared him.

The next feeling was comparable to nothing. He was always told it would hurt. But when their hips met, Teru didn't know what he was feeling. All he knew was that it couldn't stop. He wouldn't allow Kamijo to stop know. He was enraptured by the man on top of him.

Long slow rolls of the hips. The light patting of flesh meeting in a delicate embrace. Mewling, moaning, panting. Faster. Intense. Pleading and grasping. Teru found himself on his back, facing the man doing this two him. There was no stopping himself. Their lips met, bruising. Moans were muffled.

Teru couldn't see. Everything was piling up and his stomach churned. Squeezing his eyes shut, he allowed himself to let go. Spurts of electricity ran through his veins and his hips bucked wildly as a result and in turn, set it off for Kamijo was well. They came together.

Collapsing onto the boy, Kamijo rested his head on his chest, breathing deeply while the other tried to recover. "Su-Sugoi..."

"Yes, little Teru-chan. Enrapturing, no?"

"Yes... Enrapturing..." the boy whispered, his eyes drooping. Kissing his eyes, Kamijo lulled him to sleep, whispering sweet nothings.