Warning : yaoi scene. if you don't like, please leave now.
A/N : English isn't my first language, so if there's any mistakes here, i apology.
04
Kuzan was standing on the balcony of his bedroom, cigarette between his fingers as he inhaled and exhaled. His mind kept on thinking of the blond who was now sleeping in bed inside the room, also, about the activity they both just did hours ago….
"Aren't you done yet?" asked the naked blond as he moved up and down in a steady rhythm, ridden on the body beneath him, with face flush and sweat begun to form over his body.
Kuzan looked up at the other during the sketching, "not that fast." The model upon him was just so gorgeous that he could barely concentrate on drawing. He let the other continued to ride him until one point that he thought it was time. He sharply thrust up into the blond.
Doflamingo yelped in surprise as a sudden change of rhythm.
Sketchbook and pencil were toss aside. Rough hands shot up to grabbed the slim hip above and flipped both of their position, so now the blond was underneath.
The artist never let the model had chance to protest or anything as he set a ruthless tempo, aimed to hit that sweet spot inside.
Doflamingo cried in pain and pleasure as he got jabbed in a right spot that made his back arch up, toes curled and legs wrapped tightly around the other's waist. Good thing about living next to the forest, no one could hear you no matter how loud you were.
Kuzan's tempo went faster and rougher as he nearly reached his peak. Doflamingo's breath hitch, arms shot up to wrap around the other's back and fingernails dragged all over. He did not remember when he came, but he remembered a feeling of being filled with hot seed. It was great that he squeezed the other so hard, eyes shut tightly while mouth moaned out the other's name.
When all is done, Kuzan slumped on top of Doflamingo as both of them panting hard, tired.
"Well, how's the drawing?" Doflamingo asked as he looked up at the other's face when he finally regained his breath. Legs still wrapped around the artist.
"That—was amazing," still panting, Kuzan said. He did not mean the drawing at all.
Unlike Doflamingo, Kuzan was away from relationship and sex for so long, long time that he wondered if he himself still remember the sensation of it. Now he remembered. And it felt wonderful.
With bodies still linked, Kuzan lift the blond with him when he stood up, and made their way upstairs to the bed room. Then they dropped on the bed as Kuzan was on top again.
"Sorry, but I-" he coughed.
"You want more," Doflamingo finished for him.
"Something like that."
Doflamingo chuckled, "repress, huh?"
Kuzan did not reply but bend down to kiss the other's chest.
The blond hissed when one of his nipples was being bit down and sucked rather painfully. His hands fist in the mattress beneath. His inside squeezed the organ within, hard, that he felt it throbbing.
Without taking out his member, the artist started thrusting into that hot body again. This time, harsher than the previous round, and Doflamingo's loud moan soon filled the room. Seem like tonight was going to be a long night for him…..
The artist exhaled, puffed out the cigarette smoke, as he slightly glanced at the blond in bed. They ended up with three heavy rounds. No doubt that Doflamingo was exhausted so he fall asleep right after the final round. The room now was reek of sex and none of them cared to bath.
He quenched the cigarette with bare hand before walked back into the bedroom, lied down next to the blond, and slowly wrapped his arms around the sleeping guy as warmth filled his heart though he did not know why.
Kuzan woke up early on the next day. He hurried downstairs to clean his studio from the yesterday's mess, then, cooked the first meal of the day. After that, he brought the meal upstairs. When he entered the bedroom, the blond stood nakedly by the balcony, fully woke up.
"Good morning, Mr. Donquixote."
Doflamingo turned to him. A smile formed up at the corner of his mouth, "good morning, Pervert."
"Let's have breakfast." Unabashed, Kuzan sat down on the edge of the bed, tapped on the empty space next to him, "come on, before it's getting cold."
Doflamingo chuckled before walked to sit next to the other, took a plate from him. Breakfast in bed was one thing that he loved. "What're you gonna do today?" He asked while munching the food.
The artist shrugged as he munched, "going to the next town, selling stuffs, as usual."
Doflamingo had never been to the next town before, so he kind of interested, "I'm going with you, can I?"
"Sure you can, but it might bore you."
"It's okay. I won't grumble." He said as he finished the last piece of food. Then set the plate aside before stood up, about to walked on the way that lead to the bathroom when lean but muscular arms wrapped themselves around his waist. "What now?"
"Let's save the water by bathing together." It was a statement, not a question.
Doflamingo stared silently at the other face. This was the worst request for joining the bath he'd ever heard.
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TBC...