NS: W00t! The fourth chapter commences!
Chapter 4: D is for Daisuke
Another priceless artifact clattered to the floor, buckling under the weight of two people. Having nothing to balance on, the two of them followed quickly, ripping the painting with each twist and push of Daisuke's back and bottom sliding across it. There was a hand in his scarlet hair, another resting on his cheek.
A tender digit pressed his lips apart and a wet, pink, muscle found its way between them. Ancient paint pressed to Daisuke's fingers and crumbled away onto them as he dug hard into the paper.
Deep violet hair fell down into the boy's maroon eyes, but he didn't, he couldn't notice in the midst of kissing, touching, tongue, and deep breathing. A slender arm snaked around Daisuke's middle, pulling him closer, bringing what little space there was between them to a close.
Dark's tongue unhesitantly explored and massaged Daisuke's otherwise untouched cavern. His free hand found its way precariously into the back of Daisuke's shirt, resting on the soft, pale skin of the small of his back.
The older's lips dropped to Daisuke's neck, nipping and kissing at the adam's apple he found there. His tongue flicked out and slid slowly along the length of it, earning something akin to a purr from the smaller boy. Another sensitive patch of skin was found just under the collar bone, where Dark took it upon himself to suckle gently, basking in the silken sounds escaping the boy that accepted his gentle touch.
He heard his name being murmered time and again and no other one syllable could possibly draw such hardness from him as that.
Dark.
He strained his hips forward, pressing into the other's erection, smaller and less experienced than his own.
Mmm...Dark...
Crimson danced along both their faces Dark swiftly pushed Daisuke's shirt up over his head, swiping that skilled tongue across the contours of his chest, into his bellybutton, along his nipple and bringing it to a hard peak.
Oh...Dark...ahh...
His own hand almost shot down to bring himself to a calm, but stopped, knowing the boy would need it too. Instead, he ground his hips into Daisuke's. A low moan fell from both pairs of lips and he did it again. A few more times and his pace quickened. The friction between them, even within the confides of clothing, brought them to come together. Warm, wetness filled the space between them, but they didn't care. Each let out a sigh of relief and ecstacy and Daisuke wrapped his small arm around Dark's neck, bringing him in for a kiss.
"Love you, Dark."
"...love you more."
NS: WOOO! I made them climax in this one...it was WAAAY too long for what these are supposed to be, but...ah..oh well. Take note of what happened before they got on the floor. A cookie if anyone can guess where they are!
Up Next: Edward/Mustang---> Fullmetal Alchemist