Ok, so this is the first story that I am going to post. I'm not exactly sure if I'm going to go anywhere with it. I'm just experimenting to see if anybody likes it and then I'll see where I go from there. Thanx to everybody who's giving it a chance.
Pleasant dreams
"Picture I'm a dreamer. I'll take you deeper, down to the sleepy glow."
He stood with his forehead pressed against the cool wall. He could hear Muraki behind him, singing along with the Gorillaz. When his nose was filled with the scent of vanilla and cherry blossoms, he knew the sensually preditorious man was behind him. Muraki pressed himself up against his back and he could feel the deep vibrations as he sang.
"I love you….. But what are we going to do?"
As he was turning around, Muraki put his hands on either side of his head. The candlelight flickered over his face, revealing the lust in his eyes. Muraki slowly tan his torturous tongue over his jaw line, making its way towards his ear where he gently alternated between sucking and nibbling on his lobe. When he let out a low whimpering moan, Muraki stopped and whispered in his ear.
"I'll hurt you ever so gently….."
Damn…That's the third time I've had that dream.
Tsuzuki groggily opened his eyes to stare at a dark stain on his ceiling. He sat up and drowsily rubbed his face. He swung his feet over the side of the bed and stood. The sunlight pouring in through the window reflected off the sweat, from a night of tossing and turning, that beaded on his muscles as he stretched his naked body. He yawned sleepily as he stumbled toward the shower.
He let the water run cold to wake himself up and cool the erection that his dream had inflicted upon him before he switched it to hot. As he was lathering his raven hair with coconut scented shampoo his fingers grazed his earlobe and his mind flased with memories of Muraki's tongue, lapping and sucking, and suddenly he was fighting another erection. His imagination betrayed him as the ghost of Muraki's hand played up and down his chest, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake and sending a shudder down his spine. As the throbbing is his member grew painful, he slid down the shower wall, overcome by his arousal. He fought the temptation to pleasure himself so that he could reach over and twist the nozzle to cold once more.
Someplace far off, Muraki chuckled to himself as he watched this scene unfold in his mind's eye.
"Tsuzuki, my beautiful pet…. Why do you continue to deny me?
Sorry it was so short. If you want to see more of this tell me and I'll work on it. The song Muraki is singing is "Every planet we reach is dead" by the Gorillaz off of their Demon Days record. I don't think I would like flame very much constructed criticism is entirely acceptable. I really enjoy the enthusiastic responses.
