I read this one fic where the author was describing something about how the guy's hair was wrapping around his throat while in shower and this is what came to my mind. There really is no exact pairing in here, it could be practically any pairing, as long as the other is male. You can yourself decide who they were, during or after reading but, when I started writing this, I don't know why but 6959 came to my mind almost immediately. And Gokudera as the 'storyteller'. But you can decide yourself.
Title: Paradise
Characters/Pairings: Use your imagination
Words: 571
Rating: T
Summary: White silk wrapping around our throats, slowly but surely choking, seductively brings the paradise.
Your hands are on my skin, on my hair, on me. You can see everything, into my very soul and through it all. It makes me shiver in excitement. It makes me cold every time I see you. It makes me hot every time I think of you. It makes me want you so much it starts to hurt, I yearn for your touch every second of my life.
You dug your nails on my hips, bruising them, maybe even draw blood. I don't know, I can't see, I can't think, concentrate on anything but that feeling. I don't mind if you draw blood, I like blood, I like the colour of it, the smell of it, the taste of it. I'm intrigued by blood, my blood, your blood. Our blood.
You say something, but I can't make out of it what. It doesn't matter, I just need to hear your voice, somewhere there calling me. Moaning my name, even shouting it, as you fill your self with me. I love your voice, the one that treacherously traps me inside of it as it whispers sweet lies into my ear.
I can vaguely see your eyes in the line of my vanishing sight, looking at me, hungry for wanting more, glazed of the feeling of it all, brutally taking me in, and it is still not enough. It is never enough. We keep the eye contact through it all, even when our vision get's blurry, even as we feel we are dying, because that's what this is, playing with death.
My throat protest when a moan stifles from somewhere deep, trying to make it's way up, out of my mouth and to be heard by him. But it doesn't come up, it stuck halfway on my throat and I can feel my voice is crackling up. The moans comes out as a hoarse breathe, names never making their way out wholly, screams are of those that have been tortured for years.
But everything, it all, is us. That's what we are, that is what defines us. The seemingly kind touches turns into rough ones, sweet voices turn into one of monsters, the eyes turns nightly into predatory, filled with never ending lust and despair.
I can't see anymore, only blurred lines and few colours. You are the only one I can see anymore, I can see you through our entwined bodies, the pain and pleasure mixed together, with that heavenly feeling that makes us feel whole.
I can hardly breathe, my throat feeling dry and over used. I'm near, I can feel it, and I can't breathe. I know you are near, you pull that silk and make me almost see heaven. I can almost feel it, it's there, hanging somewhere on my vision. Suddenly it all comes, washing over my head like a giant wave that just slammed my mind on the rock, making it all explode into blinding whiteness and overwhelming pleasure.
That is all I can feel for an eternity, this little paradise that we have together reached. That eternity is broken when you take the thing binding me, us, to it of carefully, like expecting it to broke when you know it wouldn't. I can see clearly now, but I'm so tired, so fully satisfied I don't care, all I can see is you, holding that white silk, the one binding us, into our paradise.
I find strangling during sex very erotic. I'm addicted to it actually now, well writing about it :D Reviews?