For Your Whore
Ahh, deep in the night,
Ooh, my secret Valentine,
Shh, they can't hear.
Chapter 3, Tawdry Stands
It was but a humble abode. Kira was too poor to afford electric lighting so he used candles to laminate his place, he didn't like electric lighting in the first place, it was too damned brightalmost blinding. The rain against the window only grew heavier, perfect for droning the songs Lawr would sing for him. The small place was surprisingly clean, his books compiled in a methodical order, laundry folded neatly, the only flaw being the scent of tobacco, but the way Kira's fragrance entwined with the smell of cigarette gave the loft a distinct odor that Lawr actually enjoyed. The room size was small, a kitchenette, a tiny bathroom, a mattress on the floor dressed only in two pillows, thin sheets, and a comforter. So many options, they could fuck on the folding table in the kitchenette, the bathtub, the sink counter, or that full size mattress.
The hell with it. Where they did it didn't matter to Lawr just as long as they fucked and did it all night long. He hadn't felt lust like this in months and when lusts like this come about menial things like where to have sex were seen as unimportant. Kira was leading him into the darkness of the house, breaking their kisses to light candles every so often, leaving Lawr craving for more, with his desperate his wet lips. Pensively Lawr allowed his ambition drag him down to the bed and the boy-whore prostrated Kira, his body resting on the mattress in submission. Like the Lord he was Kira haughtily grabbed Lawr's wrists and connected their lips.
"Nnhh," the American hummed into Kira's mouth.
Despite the overwhelming pleasure Lawr managed to slip his fingers under Kira's shirt, undoing the buttons frantically, anticipating the taste of his skin. Lawr straddled himself onto Kira, grinding into him in a slowly-sweet motion. Kira placed his large hands onto Lawr's hips, then lifted his arms up to remove his shirt that was thrown carelessly across the room. The glory was magnificent and the whore hadn't even seen all of it. In an animalistic nature, unlike his usual calm self he slid his tongue down Kira's torso, massaging his taut muscles, and sucking deliberately at his nipples.
Kira watched as Lawr performed with the most extreme delicacy, he was subtle, maybe even loving. Apparently Kira had underestimated the boy, he never expected him to be that fucking good, half the women he slept with didn't have the precision Lawr did, but regardless of all that he wouldn't admit it to the boy. His fingers ran through the silken brown hair of the slut, as the boy continued to explore the nether regions of Kira's body, like a nomad on a journey. The zips of his pants sounded, a tug at the boxers, and he was nude.
Dominance, the Satan had the dominance, and as the lightning shimmered in the sky, Kira was above Lawr. Nipping at his neck, putting masculine kisses along the line of his jaw, his collar bone.
Lawrence couldn't help but take a quick grasp, he held Kira's stiffness with his hand for a small second. Large, dear God it was gigantic. This devious discovery sent him to an oblivion dust of sexual desire. Lawr's curiosity was punished when Kira stripped the shirt off him and bit at his erect nipple.
"Ahh!" he cried and winced, licking his lips, and biting his tongue to distract him from the pain.
Kira meticulously undid the lower clothes of Lawr's. With a cold finger he ran it upon Lawr's manhood causing a whiney moan from him. That same finger then wound up in Lawr's warm mouth and he sucked yearningly, imitating what he wanted Kira to do to him. Satan's lips placed a single kiss onto Lawr's neck, then his hand slowly caressed his body, resting at his hips, and then . . .
"Ohh, mm, nn," the green eyes were tucked away behind Lawr's eyelids as his brows furrowed with the appeasing pain.
Kira also fingered Lawr roughly, showing that he would owns no mercy. Yet for every fierce move he made he repented for with kisses.
"Now, I'm ready nowgive it to me Kira!" Lawr gasped and rasped his pleads of lust.
He obliged. Shoving himself into Lawr without the slightest concern, selfishly he rammed in and out.
The courtesan panted, his arms pinned above his head, his dark hair surrounding him, his mouth open in a speechless 'O', but it only took one swift move from Kira, and, "Moreharderplease, Kira!"
Dominance smirked smugly in the pitch blackness of the night, slapping himself deeper in Lawr, each new thrust making the dynamics of Lawr's yells, louder and louder.
The thunder created a gleaming duet with the prostitutes scream of mingled passion and hurt. Kira felt the needles of climax going deeper into his slick skin. The friction of their bodies was tremendous.
He bit his bottom lips, "Never stop, you're too good to stop," Lawr wailed as he clutched the sheets, anchoring himself from arching his back.
Cheap love, this was a brilliantly cheap love. Kira delved farther on Lawr's demands, this sin growing into a forbidden void that dared to swallow them in that one second explosion where white dreams captured lovers. Kira huffed and sucked onto Lawr's steaming flesh, while the whore threw his head back in utter bliss. Lawr's hands were struggling to find Kira's body, any muscle, any morsel that belonged to him. Through this fast race, of love-making, the wild thrashing about came to a sudden halt when Kira made his first noise, the guttural moan of a man, and Lawr screamed the ending note to his song. Semen had spilt all over Lawr and Kira gently lapped it all off, sending shivers of left over pleasure up the prostitute's back.
When Kira had finished he looked over Lawr for a short moment, observing Lawr's disheveled appearance, listening to his breaths steadily return to it's regular ways. He then laid beside him, a bit of room between them, until Lawr closed it. Crawling back to him like a kitten that needed affection. Lawr settled himself against Kira's sweaty chest and closed his eyes. Sex was tiring, took all the energy out of you. Kira kept still and immobile, simply watching the ceiling, his contemplations refilling his mind, since his pleasure cells were totally depleted. Tomorrow he'll be gone.
A/N: This is for Brett, thank-you Brett for your motivating reviews. Sorry to keep you waiting, I have this tendency to complete some of one thing, and then start something else. Yes, but here it is, my first lemony thing I've ever done, critiques are most welcomed, this isn't my best work though. I wish I'd had done better for my first lemon, sigh oh-well. I can't guarantee I'll continue this, but I'll try to.
Disclaimer: No, Kaori Yuki owns Lawrence and Kira. I don't own them. It hurts to say things like that.
