Cold, spidery fingers make quick work of creamy tan buttons, and hot mouths clash together in a meeting of needy lips and teeth. Slightly tanned hands slide under a plain white shirt and smooth over a pale as death chest; one sighs as a nipple is brushed. Toes curl in pleasure, and they both fall to his bed in a mess of feeling limps.
Goosebumps run up and down both of their arms and legs and a shirt is flung to an obscure direction. It's been too long. One says in a breathy whisper as the other plants kisses down his swan like throat. Another shirt goes flying and meets its brother on the floor in a pile of fabric; there are hands touching everywhere, and soft moans perfuming the dark air.
Why did you have to leave me? One asks the other as pants are slid off. There's a pause in their touching and feeling; the only noise that cuts through the air is their quick pants.
You wanted me to leave. The other says finally, wiggling out of his loose fitting jeans. Another bittersweet kiss is shared between the two as their passions escalate once more.
More touching and more feeling; there are more moans as one touches another. There's a sigh and a groan as one prepares the other with his fingers coated by sticky pre-cum. Legs are posed in the air, and thighs are open in waiting.
Teeth are grinding together as he pushes into him; friction because it really has been too long. Slowly, slowly at first he pumps like a piston into the other. He can taste little, miniscule bits of teeth in his hot saliva, and he leans down to drown himself in those sweet tasting puffs of air that escape the other's mouth.
Faster now as the other urges for him to move quicker; something inside him is stimulated only slightly at first, so he aims for that one spot, and lets the other touch himself. They kiss again, fighting for dominance even though they know (knew) who has (had) it in their fucked up 'relationship'. Touch me… One breathes, pleading with the other.
He only nods and traces little intricate patters on the spotless surface of his chest. He moves quicker, escalating the pace; he pumps his hand around the base of the other's cock, moaning and weeping at the same time.
Cries of ecstasy spill out of both of their mouths as they near their edge, and soon they both finish with a loud crescendo of 'oh god, yes'-es, and their names.
Finally he comes down from his high and he finds that he's lying in a pool of his own blood, looking up at the warehouse's broken ceiling. The (possibly) broken fans are still moving around and around in an endless circle. Breathing is becoming difficult, he finds, and he drags his gaze from the ceiling to someone who has entered the room.
Dark eyes meet dulling honey.
Why did you leave me?
Because you wanted me to, don't you remember?
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I really suggest that you listen to 'Stirb nicht vor mir' when reading this.
Hmm, I seem to really like the ending of where Raito sees L as he's dying. Maybe 'cause that just PROVES that they were gay together? –snort--