Everyone, I'm SO sorry this was late, but you know how life gets… Gomen, Minna!
So, without further ado, Enjoy!
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"Shut up," said Kurogane, before sealing the other man's lips with a kiss.
Moment of impact.
It really was a moment of impact, figuratively and literally. In that moment, there was nothing outside of that single touch: a single physical union. In moments like these, the brain doesn't really think all that much; it doesn't have much space too think, flooded as it is with thousands of unnamed chemicals and electric currents. It's a crazy network all wired together, firing off that strange emotion that everyone talks about.
In that moment, you can't think of what that emotion is. It just fills you up and bubbles over, coerces and sheathes: a creature of its own with no name.
It can't be named just yet, and these two certainly don't want to poke it with any sticks, neither of them can really afford that. But then again, thoughts don't exist here, it's just that feeling: powerful and consuming.
In the first 4 seconds Kurogane's mind registers a sweet taste at his lips, and Fai can smell the pleasant aroma of cologne enriched skin.
In the 20 seconds after that, Kurogane wonders vaguely whether the sweetness is Fai's own unique flavor, or just an aftertaste from the blond's pink drink. Fai has time to register how rich that fragrance is: it makes him think of tree barks soaked in fresh rainwater.
Both are more than satisfied with that first impression.
The minutes that follow are filled with tentative half-thoughts.
Who should move first?
Kurogane knows he's the professional one at this, it's his job and he's supposed to take the reins… but his mind's a bit foggy right now. Fai wonders whether Kurogane's being courteous with his 'client' or just teasing. He likes to think it's the latter, and so he lifts the heels of his feet slightly off the ground, setting his lips more firmly against the taller man's. He tilts his head to the side as he does so and finds that his own lips have eased open, it's a smoother feeling. Fai gets an automatic response, granted it's a very slow one.
Kurogane, newly reawakened to the reality of the situation, finds himself setting an uncharacteristically slow pace. He feels the heat of the other man's cheeks rising to meet his own, he feels the way those soft lips waver slightly, and as his hand rises to rest against the side of the blond's neck, he feels the pulse-point tapping against his skin at an increasingly faster rate. Fai was clearly in a… 'charged' state, and Kurogane couldn't resist the sudden desire to tease him.
So he nips at the open lips and it's wet and warm, slow and light.
He brushes his bottom lip across Fai's top lip, and the touch is so light that their noses touch only slightly. Fai shudders. Kurogane smirks before planting a kiss at the edge of Fai's lips, almost at his cheek. Then their mouths are no longer connected and Kurogane is trailing kisses along Fai's jaw in a straight line, all the way down to the man's neck.
This takes several minutes, as Kurogane seems to have forgotten about a concept called 'time', or maybe he's just extremely aware of it.
With one of Kurogane's large hands rested against his neck, and with the man's lips caressing the remaining side, Fai feels encased and is stunned. He stands completely still, only his chest hitches as his lungs work almost desperately. He stares forward, not really looking at anything; he can't even make himself look down at the spiky head of hair nestled against his shoulder. He doesn't know what would happen if he looked at Kurogane while he was doing all the things he was doing… his chest swells with the thought, and at the same time it feels tight and constrained. The feeling bubbling beneath that is too raw and it's almost painful, but not in a bad kind of way.
Fai is acutely aware that the other man is physically distant from him. Even their chests do not touch, which only makes that feeling grow and simmer. Only Kurogane's lips touch his skin, with the occasional brush of the nose, and the ever-present hand that remains at his neck. The palm feels hot now, so hot yet so still.
And time…? Well, for Fai, time seems to be going backwards at the moment.
Kurogane smiles to himself and, without any warning, lifts up his head. The sudden absence of Kurogane's lips makes Fai's skin tingle. Kurogane catches Fai's gaze only long enough to register that his teasing seems to be working. The pause, though brief, feels way too long for the blond and when Kurogane bends over once more, Fai audibly sighs.
Kurogane is more than satisfied, but it's far from over.
He begins to nip again, and this time, it's even more agonizingly slow, which Fai wouldn't have believed possible. Kurogane captures Fai's lower lip, tugs it out briefly, pauses and then releases. The motion is entirely too slow, and Fai's brain still doesn't seem to be working right. This is repeated once more, and Kurogane pauses for an even longer period of time, and then without warning he sweeps his tongue against the parted lips.
Then it happens.
Something snaps in Fai, and it's almost surprising that it doesn't make an audible sound. He finally begins to kiss back with a fierceness that throws his Gigolo's slow pace and control right out the window.
It's another one of those moments, and the mood does a one-eighty-degree switch from warm to unbearably hot in less than a second.
With both hands, Fai seizes the sides of Kurogane's head, his fingertips burrow into that soft hair, and his nails wedge into Kurogane's skull. He goes up on his tiptoes and crashes his lips against Kurogane's so hard that their teeth graze against one another. But he stops, as though the emotion that first drove his impulse was just too great. His move works though, and there's a new energy and desperation in their labored breathing.
Lips and tongues don't move for a full 5 seconds and they're both just frozen with their mouths opened as they take in each other's breath and scent. 5, 4, 3, 2…
Time lurches forward: Kurogane grabs Fai's waist with his remaining hand. Their chests are pressed together by the move, and the new physical proximity lights them up like firecrackers. This is when the kissing actually begins.
There's sucking and licking and this time, the nips are so frantic that it's really more like trying to swallow each other's lips. The tongues could be said to have waged war on one another as they go back and forth, and twist and turn. Neither of them is dominating, it's more like a challenge or a fight, and Kurogane is more than excited by this.
It lasts for at least 3 minutes, and passes all too quickly. As time goes on, the friction between them only heightens, which is weird considering that their intensely close interaction should have offered at least some relief. But it doesn't and they both just want more, Need more.
While their mouths had been working like crazy, the rest of their bodies had remained fairly stationary, welded into the ground out of sheer tension. But the last 10 seconds were just particularly stimulating, with Fai doing the strangest and hottest things with his tongue. It was during this time that Kurogane's hand had slid down Fai's waist, as he searched blindly for the edge of the man's shirt. Tugging the fabric free from Fai's pants where it had been tucked, Kurogane finally rests the palm of his hand against the bare skin of Fai's side.
Fai shivers.
The presence of Kurogane's hand on such a sensitive area makes him buzz in anticipation. Though the area isn't particularly sexual, in his already excited state any touch was enough to drive him crazy, and this was doing just that. Suddenly, Fai becomes acutely aware of how close their groins were to one another, and how his erection was practically screaming for attention all this time.
Fai stops the kissing and pauses and now only one thought is flashing in his mind like a neon sign: we're going to have sex.
The thought consumes him, and suddenly it isn't happening fast enough. He thinks of practical things now: they need to change their location for comfort and leverage and better access. Fai needs to eliminate the distance created by their height difference, so that he can stare into those fiery red eyes without feeling his toes ache from standing on them for so long. He needs to press their bodies more firmly together, and for this he might as well use gravity to his advantage.
So basically, he needs somewhere where they can lie down, or something to lie down on. He doesn't think the floor will do: it's too low, spatially low. He doesn't even consider the bed, since that's just too far away. His mind remembers a particularly secluded couch in the second living room, and suddenly he can't get them there fast enough.
Breaking physical contact is unimaginable, so Fai settles for blindly shoving the Asian man across the room. Fai's hands are on the other man's chest, and he pushes slightly to indicate that they need to move. Kurogane seems to get the blond's intention and he takes a step back, while at the same time keeping his hands buried under the soft linen of Fai's shirt. They explore feverishly with his fingers digging into the flesh, memorizing every inch of the blond's back and stomach. He has time to notice that the skin is even softer that the pressed fabric and is overwhelmed by the smoothness of the muscles he finds.
They move through the house like this, with their bodies firmly intertwined, their minds lost as they grope and caress, grapple and scratch.
Fai's hands run through Kurogane's hair and brush against the thin bangs against his forehead. He caresses the back of Kurogane's neck and tickles at the soft hair found there. For the first time he gets what he desires as the professional Gigolo shivers. So Fai smiles and Kurogane can feel it against the edge of his own lips. In retaliation, Kurogane gives the shorter man's ass a strong squeeze and relishes in the yelp emitted by the blond. Fai laughs at himself and licks the edge of Kurogane's eyebrow just for the sake of it.
It's a strange thing to do, for sure, but it intrigues the Asian and he finds himself laughing. Before touching his tongue against Fai's own, he notices just how much he likes that delicate muscle. He realizes that there isn't enough room for his hands to roam any more beneath the tight fabric of the other man's shirt and so he abandons the endeavor and seeks the zipper of the man's pants. Though he'd already unbuttoned them once already with expert speed, now he was finding even this simple task difficult. Apparently he was flustered himself, and more than excited….
Before he can slip his fingers through the material, Kurogane finds himself falling over and it takes a moment for him to get back on track.
They've made it to the large couch, apparently, but not without difficulty. Though Fai was supposed to know his way around the furniture on account of having lived here for the longest time ever, he had suddenly found the simple task extremely difficult. Navigating around all the various tables, chairs, vases, and rugs all over the place… he never realized he had that much junk. This navigation process is annoying, to say the least. To his credit, however, he was doing it while pushing a very distracted Kurogane backwards through the living room. In short, the back of Kurogane's legs got jabbed by an assortment of furniture, and the pair of them nearly tripped over on the same rug, twice. But really, no one cared about that.
They fall against each other on the couch, and the physical pressure they experience has them both gasping. Their groins rub up against one another, and continue to do so as though they had a mind of their own. Like animals in heat, they grind together, Fai's knees digging into the sofa as he straddles the taller man, while Kurogane's feet dig into the fabric as he pushes against the sofa and thrusts upwards. Kurogane's hand snakes its way to the front of both their pants, rubbing slowly. It's the most sexual thing they've done so far and it sends fresh waves of heat coercing through Fai's body.
But there's a moment of doubt: Fai realizes just how good the other man is at what he does, it's not a pleasant thought as he remembers bitterly that the man's… a whore. And those lips have probably ravished half the town, and god knows where that hand's been. The thought angers Fai, frustrates him, but it also intrigues him as he knows on some instinctual level that this man didn't quite fit in the profession, so why was he doing it? What would make a man totally okay with screwing strangers?
Wait a second… wasn't he doing the same thing? Fai is shocked as he realizes that he really doesn't know anything about the man whose tongue was currently lapping at the insides of his lips! He's too aroused to even consider backing out now, but he still feelslike knowing something, just a little bit of personally information, to set his mind at ease. They can't be strangers. They just can't!
Kurogane can sense the hesitancy in the other man, as his lips pause for a moment-too-long and his hands waver against the hem of his jacket. Not really wanting this to stop, but knowing that it was the client's decision in the end, Kurogane withdraws for a moment, but not before he gives Fai's lips a small bite effectively adding a new flavor to the atmosphere. It leaves Fai breathless for more.
Their faces are still only a few inches apart, and each can feel the hot breath of the other seeping into their skin, their cheeks red and hot, and their eyes glazing with desire.
"So what's your favorite color, Kuro-chan?"
What the…? Figures he'd be crazy!
Kurogane is so thrown off by the question he doesn't even think to reprimand the blond over the nickname. But when Fai averts his gaze, Kurogane guesses that this is just a product of nerves and he simply can't pass up the opportunity to tease.
He leans down and whispers into the man's ear, "Blue." His favorite color was actually black, but he wasn't technically lying since right now all he can think about is the particular blue of Fai's eyes: a deep cerulean.
"Red," Fai finds himself saying, but it's actually white, but right now crimson's good enough. He repeats himself for emphasis, "Red" he says, making sure to drag out the syllable and whisper it seductively against the other man's ear. Having learned a few tricks from his employee, he bites down at the sensitive skin and withdraws just as quickly.
Kurogane gasps and Fai takes pride in his new skills. He's comfortable and relaxed now, there's time, he thinks to himself. He sits up slightly and, for the first time, his mind is awake enough to note just how crazy they both are.
They both still have their suits on!
Even Kurogane's tie is still wrapped around his neck… Well this simply wouldn't do…!
"Kuro-sama?" Fai asks, and Kurogane's nerves tingle as he catches the lustful glint in those blue eyes.
"Strip for me."
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Please review, guys! This is actually my FIRST remotely physical scene ever….EVER! So I NEED to do how I'm doing. And by the way, I realize this is 6 pages of just a kiss, so, sorry for that…blame Kuro-pii, he's the one going slow :P
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