A/N: Citric acid comes from fruits like limes and lemons... and we all know what that means in the world of fanfiction... w;;;
Totally dedicated to Kira73 (on DA) since she's so supportive of my wiritng and has been dropping hints all around that she wanted to see a Bakoda smut. This is as close as I'll probably ever get.
I feel so embarassed posting this though... It's the first limon I've posted for public reading.
Oh, and fun story:
I was almost late to class today after spending until 2am working on a paper I had due today... Get to class with 5 minutes to spare. Class was cancelled; paper isn't due until Thursday now. So I sat in the Student lobby/cafeteria and wrote boderline porn. Gay porn at that. Totally not telling my mom that.
From the moment he summoned Bato to his tent to discuss their defense plans in private, Hakoda knew something would happen; he was planning on it.
The men had discussed their deeper feelings for each other after Bato had rejoined them, but nothing had happened between them that night. Their relationship was far too new and the taller man was still not fully recovered. Since then, they had been too busy - they were in the middle of a war after all- and had little alone time for anything more than subtle touches and quick kisses. But now… Now that they had taken Chameleon Bay and set up camp… Now he had time. And he was going to take advantage of it.
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When Bato joined him, Hakoda had a map of the area rolled out, a map he fully intended to shove to the side once he began ravishing that wonderful body that was making its way to sit beside him.
Their strategizing lasted all of five minutes before Hakoda tactfully brushed his hand against Bato's, resting it beside the other man's as his eyes wandered up to gaze at the dark blue orbs belonging to his friend. With a smile, he trailed said hand up the arm- the burned arm that had separated them and brought them closer together, to this point. The red-brown skin was smooth under his touch despite the scar tissue and tight muscles; his hand continued its journey, venturing across the shoulder blade that seemed almost to narrow to be masculine and up the curve of the neck, into the jungle of bushy hair. There his hand stopped, fingers twining themselves in the mane, pulling the other face towards his. Their lips crashed together; a hand clasped around his bicep.
His mouth parted, witty tongue slipping out and stroking the other pair of lips, asking for entrance that would not be denied. As his tongue explored its new territory, the hand lost in the sea of hair untangled itself and drifted out and up to the hair-tie, pulling it loose and freeing the rest of the beautiful locks.
The kiss broke for a moment as Hakoda carelessly shoved the ignored map out of harm's way and pushed the other male back with a firm, passionate kiss. Bato's back hit the floor with a painless thud, hair splayed out behind his head like a makeshift pillow. A barely audible whine escaped that mouth as Hakoda pulled away again; the whine turned into a groan of approval as lips trailed down the chin and to the neck, nipping, sucking, bruising, marking. His calloused hands made their way down to the waist, one hand guiding the body under him up as the other undid the belt and loosened the tunic. The first part of their mission complete, said hands trailed back up to push the tunic off the slim frame, exposing the muscular chest and midriff hidden underneath.
Attacking lips left their post and Hakoda let out a low, appreciative growl at the sight beneath him. Bato's chest rose and fell in quick, irregular pants as Hakoda's hands, shaking from excited anticipation, trailed down it, tracing the defined muscles; memorizing them, adoring them. He was caught off guard when Bato propped himself up and placed a hand behind his head, wrapping those long, strong legs around his waist and pulling him into a bruising kiss.
A husky whisper, somewhere between a growl and a groan, drifted to his ear. "By the Spirits, Hakoda… if you make me wait any longer…"
Bato didn't need to complete the empty threat; Hakoda placed another kiss on the exposed neck before trailing butterfly kisses down the bare chest and over toned abs. He felt his Wolftail loosen and fall when Bato pulled out the tie and entangled his hands in the freed hair; he dipped his tongue into the navel and licked his way back up. He enjoyed the shuddering moan he received from stopping to suck on the collarbone.
As soon as he unlatched himself from the collarbone, he helped nervous hands remove his own tunic and tossed it aside to add to the disarray of the tent. He pressed their bare chests together, savoring the contact of skin-on-skin. Nuzzling the neck he had marked as his property, Hakoda murmured against the warm skin, "There's no turning back now. Are you sure you want to- Hngh!"
A moan interrupted his question as hips grinded up against his slowly. That answered his question with a definite "yes, take me now".
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Their boots and pants soon found themselves strewn across the tent; passion often involves a degree of chaos.
Hakoda positioned himself between tense legs. He gripped the hips under him and leaned down to place a gentle kiss on parted lips before pushing in slowly. He had tried his best to prepare his friend for this, but it did little to help, as evident from the wince of pain. Hakoda frowned and buried his face in the crook of the out-stretched neck, using all the control he had to not move until he knew his partner was ready.
He wanted to ensure as little pain and displeasure as possible; it would break him if this experience was harmful to his friend, his lover. He was sure tears would come, but he would kiss them away; kiss him to distract from the discomfort until the pleasure began. He guessed (rightly so, he discovered later) that the first couple times would be like this, until Bato's body grew accustomed to the feeling. Hakoda was even willing to switch their positions if it was what the object of his desires and affections wanted.
An awkward roll of the hips urged Hakoda to start moving; he started a sow pace, working up speed and depth over time. He was determined to make up for the discomfort by making his friend moan and mewl in ecstasy.
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His tight grip on the writhing body under him loosened after his climax, their sweaty bodies sticking together as each tried to catch his breath. Finally, Hakoda pulled out fully. He sat back and looked for his blanket. Their bodies were still hot from the action, but would soon cool off now that the deed was done. He found the blanket under pants that may have been his and snatched it out, covering himself and Bato as he laid down beside the other man. He slid an arm underneath his lover and smiled as Bato shifted and snuggled against him.
"Hakoda," His voice was shaking as he fought exhaustion, "That was… Spirits was that…"
"I know." He turned his head and kissed his love tenderly. Euphoric silence settled over them - naked, dirty under that blanket. Sleep would come soon. Until then, he was content to lay there with the man he wanted to dedicate his life to. Their chests rose and fell in rhythm together; their hearts beat as one.
No words were needed to express how deeply they felt for each other.