Hmm, more of the same. I was asked to write some drunk!KuroFai smut, and although the drunkenness is only implied, this is what came of it.
Beauty by Redex
It's good and his mouth tastes of wine and oh-
Amazing, his body, so smooth and clear and soft, tastes like soap and so very mine. Finally.
His breath quivers when I pull his skin between my teeth, grinding my hips against his, feeling the response and the heat. He pushes back, moaning, helpless. I know he likes it, this necessary roughness. I want him and he falls back, falls open, arousing me like no one else.
Somehow the words manage to slur out into his ear while I grope for his cock.
"You're so fu-ucking beautiful."
He doesn't say anything back, just gives another breathy moan as my fingers wrap around him, hard and tight, and the jerking his legs are making feel damn good.
His pants come off and I follow the trail of light blond hair, and oh yes, oh yes, and he tastes so good, so bloody fucking good. I run my tongue all up and down and he's practically thrashing about on the bed. I want to suck him off right now, but I want his ass even more.
Giving his hip one final grid with my hips, feeling him shudder with another little whimper, I flip him over and he knows the position, arse just so in the air, quite ready to take all of me.
I oblige it, thrusting in with a grunt and arching over his back. Mars and Venus didn't have it half this good. But then he moans a little and presses back - I can see the tears squeezing out from under his eyelids - and then he says the most horrible thing in the most heartbreaking voice: "Ashura!"
Growling angry, I grab his hips and push all the way in, hearing and feeling his cry as he tightens and then loosens again around me. One arm wraps around his waist and finds his engorged member, giving it a good tug. He whimpers and my teeth snap at his ear.
"Don't. Say. His. Name. When. I'm. Fucking. You."
Each word is punctuated by a good ram up the ass, and the little noises he's making sound like he's going to bite through his lip.
"You're mine."
The sweat that gathers on the side of his neck tastes like heaven as I run my tongue along the skin.
"I'm not letting anyone touch you ever again."
He moves back against me and I gasp, eyes squeezing shut at the sudden irregular movement.
"Kuro-" he moans, and I bite down on his neck, feeling and hearing the hissing breath leave him as the pain and blood rushes through him and into me, connected as we are. It's a rapid rise to the end, jerking together with a rabid desire that ends in a sudden silence.
I remove my hand, sticky with his cum, for balance as I lick the wound my teeth made on his shoulder. The blood still makes my head swim, the taste of his life. I pull out slowly, kissing the wound and then dropping to sit on the edge of the bed. The afterglow is like nothing else. The best fuck since forever.
"Kuro," he whispers, and when I turn to look at him slowly, he's laid out like a prince across the bed, all bruised lips and long limbs and fragile bones. And yet anyone else that I had fucked like that would have left crying. He looks at me, heavy lidded with a smirk on his lips. Asking for more.
I crawl back up to the pillow to join him, stealing some more of his breath for my own, savoring the taste of his mouth like dessert. It is the first time I've ever even though about spending the night with someone after sex, but who can resist those moon-pale limbs when they wrap around you?
He's beautiful, mine.
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