Nowaki had always found being a seme both an art and a challenge.
"Ohh… oh… Nowaki…"
Yup, definitely an art.
Nowaki looked up through ebony lashes as he ran his tongue up Hiroki's abdomen, dipping into his bellybutton. Hiroki writhed beneath him, struggling against the handcuffs binding his wrists together to a chain. The chain broke off into two branches that wrapped around the bedposts of the headboard. His body was moving in a wave-like fashion, pushing up against Nowaki's tongue.
It had been quite difficult to get Hiroki into the handcuffs, but Nowaki had managed it after sneaking the vibrator into the front of Hiroki's pants and turning it on full blast. Hiroki was much more tolerant of sex toys when he was drooling in ecstasy.
And now, they were on the bed, Hiroki naked and Nowaki fully clothed. Nearby, the remote to the vibrator sat on the white sheets, the cord leading straight up to Hiroki's entrance, where the soft buzzing of the device could be heard. Nowaki found it much easier to pleasure his precious fiancé with both hands and his mouth free. He easily reduced Hiroki to a puddle by licking his sweet spot, stroking his throbbing erection, and tweaking his nipples. It was quite a challenge to coordinate all of his movements right, but Nowaki didn't mind.
After all, he was the seme.
"Ohh… uhn… mmah…"
Nowaki sat up and flicked his tongue over his top lip. Hiroki panted and watched him as Nowaki produced a pair of leather gloves. He pulled them on very slowly, and enjoyed watching Hiroki's needy reaction.
"Oh God… oh God, Nowaki…" he breathed, arching his back.
"You really like that vibrator, huh?" Nowaki murmured, sucking on his finger and biting the leather glove.
Nowaki had always marveled at Hiroki's movements, his voice, every breath he took. It amazed him how he, an orphan boy of twenty-six, could draw such sounds and music from one man. Sometimes he felt as if Hiroki was a guitar or violin- that if he plucked the right string, the most beautiful music could be played.
That is, if the music called for the sexiest noises on earth.
"You're so wet," Nowaki purred as he bent low over Hiroki and flicked his tongue over the tip of his weeping erection. Hiroki thrust his hips up towards Nowaki with a strangled cry.
"N-Nowaki… do it… please…" Hiroki begged. Nowaki sat up again and smirked.
"Don't worry, Hiro-san," Nowaki whispered. He reached down to scoop up Hiroki's leg and bring his knee to his face, where he pressed an open-mouthed kiss to the heated flesh. "I'll fuck you good and hard."
"Uhn!" Hiroki cried, throwing his head back. Nowaki smiled. Amazing.
"But before I do…" Nowaki trailed off. Hiroki let out a moan as Nowaki grasped the hem of his shirt and took it off, leaving him in his jeans. He knew Hiroki couldn't resist him in his black jeans, and he took advantage of that whenever he could. He crawled up Hiroki's writhing body until he was positioned just over his neck. There, he slowly unbuttoned his pants and unzipped the zipper. He pushed his boxers down and his erection sprung out.
"Ohh…" Hiroki groaned eagerly, sticking out his tongue. He gazed up at Nowaki. "It's so hard…"
Nowaki's eyelids lowered.
"I know it is. It's because you're so sexy, Hiro-san," he murmured. It was true- without even touching him, Hiroki had managed to give him a huge erection simply by being so reactive to Nowaki's every move. Nowaki smiled down at his lovely fiancé. "Now… make me nice and wet so I don't hurt you."
Hiroki didn't have to be asked twice. He eagerly began licking Nowaki's manhood, frantically lapping up every drop of pre-cum that had gathered at the tip.
"That's it," Nowaki said lowly. "More."
"Ahn," Hiroki responded, taking Nowaki into his mouth and bobbing his head enthusiastically.
"More…" Nowaki hissed. He grabbed a handful of Hiroki's hair and tugged lightly, drawing a cry of pleasure. Hiroki's lips vibrated around Nowaki's shaft, making him grunt. Nowaki guided Hiroki's head, bracing himself with his free hand on the headboard. He tipped his head back and sighed, shutting his eyes.
Sometimes, Nowaki wondered what it was like to be an uke. To feel heat pressing up against his prostate, to be dominated. But it was times like these that made Nowaki happy to be a seme. Hiroki's full lips felt simply orgasmic when they were wrapped around him. His tongue moved as if Nowaki's tip was a piece of candy- eager and hungry for more.
Nowaki sat up a little more so he could rock his hips to meet with the bobs of Hiroki's head. Hiroki let out strangled moans as Nowaki grazed the back of his throat.
"Yes, Hiro-san… good," Nowaki coaxed. Hiroki's half-lidded eyes slid up to meet Nowaki's gaze, the russet irises out of focus and glazed-over. "How bad do you want it, Hiro-san?"
"Nnn…" Hiroki whimpered, sucking a little harder on Nowaki.
"Do you want it bad?"
"Mmm!"
Nowaki pulled out of Hiroki's mouth and smirked down at his little fiancé, who followed Nowaki's member's retreat with his desperate tongue.
"Please!" Hiroki croaked, struggling harder against his bindings. Nowaki didn't answer, but instead crept back down Hiroki's body. He grasped the cord of the vibrator. Hiroki jolted. "Wait… wait! Don't pull it out without turning it off fi-"
Nowaki abruptly yanked the vibrator out, and it flew out with a loud squelch.
"AHHHH!" Hiroki screamed, his body twitching violently as his entrance throbbed and opened and closed rapidly. Nowaki bit his lip. He had to use vibrators more often- who knew they would be so powerful that they'd bring Hiroki to a dry orgasm?
"Get ready," Nowaki growled. He positioned himself between Hiroki's legs. He mercilessly thrust into Hiroki with one sharp jerk of his hips, drawing another shrill shriek from his little fiancé. Hiroki moaned and gasped incoherent sentences as Nowaki began to thrust. Hiroki was unbelievably soft and ready inside, and there was hardly even a second's pain before Hiroki was voiceless with ecstasy.
Nowaki smiled as he realized why he had came so fast the night before. After being away from Hiroki for so long, he had died out, much like a car that had its headlights left on without the engine running. His battery had run dry, and the night before had simply been a jump start. If anything, the night before had just been masturbation. Now that the majority of his sexual frustrations had been released, he could concentrate.
Rather, he could stop concentrating.
Nowaki's trick to sex with his precious Hiro-san: to focus on anything else except for the unbearable pushing-and-pulling sensation in his groin. For instance, he could think about changing the angle of his thrusts, not so he could receive pleasure, but so he could hear a different moan from his little fiancé. It was amazing how many noises Hiroki could possibly hold inside. Nowaki only had to shift less than an inch to draw different sounds, and he abused that ability quite often to take his mind off of the fact that he could feel every single flutter and spasm of Hiroki's inner muscles.
It was for this reason that Nowaki didn't moan very loud- his pleasured sounds consisted of grunts and growls, all for the sake of making sure he heard Hiroki. If he couldn't hear his fiancé, he'd come. And if he came, he'd never forgive himself for doing it a second time.
The only problem about his method of sex was that he always had somewhat of a dazed look on his face- something that Hiroki sometimes mentioned after sex while in the afterglow. His eyes were half-lidded and dark, and his mouth hung open almost dumbly, as if he was staring longingly into the distance.
So, to solve that problem, Nowaki changed up his distractions. He'd begin to focus on what Hiroki looked like whenever the angle changed or the speed increased. And that was how Nowaki came to know all of Hiroki's variations of his uke face.
Hiroki's most common face was one of Nowaki's favorites. Hiroki, when being pleasured by more than one angle, would always look down at himself with squinting, watery eyes in what looked like confusion. It was almost as if he was wondering what Nowaki was doing, as if he had just woken up to find himself being pleasured. Quickly following this rather sexy look, Hiroki would always either loll or throw his head back, then buck his hips and cry out.
Other times, Hiroki would simply crane his neck and stick out his tongue. He wouldn't look anywhere in particular, just squint up at the ceiling. It meant that Hiroki wanted something in his mouth: fingers, another tongue, or an entire erection. Anything to distract him from moaning.
It usually didn't work.
But Nowaki's favorite face- oh God, Hiroki was making the face.
Hiroki had gone limp, and his face went blank as he was rocked back and forth against the sheets. The moans stopped coming, and his struggling against the handcuffs ceased.
It was at that moment that Nowaki knew he was fucking Hiroki to the point of near unconsciousness- a treat that Nowaki had achieved maybe four or five times in his entire relationship with Hiroki. Nowaki almost cursed out loud, his thoughts suddenly crashing down to the knots forming in his abdomen. Shit. Once he realized he was on the edge, he couldn't concentrate on anything else. Nowaki squeezed his eyes shut briefly and hunched over, grabbing onto Hiroki's hips and drilling up into him.
The change of pace brought Hiroki out of his senseless state, and the moans and screams began once more.
"Nowaki! Ah, ah, uh!"
Nowaki gritted his teeth and breathed hard, pounding into Hiroki forcefully.
So hot.
"Mmn! Mmah! Oh, Go- NNN! N-Nowaki! Nowa… AHHN!"
The muscles of Hiroki's inner walls started flexing and twitching spasmodically, squeezing around Nowaki's length in all of the right places. Nowaki shuddered. His senses were going wild, suddenly catching everything. He could feel Hiroki's heat surrounding him, sucking him in. He could hear the thwap, thwap of his body slapping against Hiroki's skin. He could see Hiroki's blushing, ecstasy-filled face. He could almost taste Hiroki's sweetness.
Then, all of the ballooning senses suddenly shrunk, only to focus completely on the heat rapidly surging through his body that rocketed towards his ready-to-explode member. Nowaki could feel it moving through him, and just as Hiroki's moans grew higher in pitch and faster in frequency, he pulled out almost completely. With a final roar of ecstasy, he slammed back into Hiroki and came hard, pushing in so deep that he was afraid he'd be swallowed whole for a moment.
Hiroki screamed at the exact same time, and seed shot from his erection and spattered all over his ribcage. His body thrashed, and Nowaki let out another groan at the sound of Hiroki's binding chains rattling loudly. Nowaki fought away the urge to scream himself as Hiroki clenched hard around him, completely milking him of everything he had.
When they finally came down from their orgasm, Nowaki slumped over Hiroki, panting. Hiroki was gazing sightlessly up at the ceiling, a trail of saliva running down the side of his lips and tears dripping down his face.
"Hiro-san," Nowaki whispered hoarsely. He looked up at Hiroki, who was looking dazedly back at him. "I love you."
"Yes…" Hiroki whispered, trembling. His eyes slowly slid shut, and he was gone.
Nowaki pulled out slowly, as to not make a mess of the sheets. After cleaning most of the evidence off of himself and Hiroki, he draped the covers over him and Hiroki for an afternoon nap. He spooned his little fiancé, entangling their legs.
As he slowly succumbed to the sedating power of his orgasm, he buried his nose in the nape of Hiroki's neck and smiled happily.
It was definitely worth all of the work to be a seme.
