"Moments in Time":

"Silence"

Setting: KHR, Primo's era
Pairing: G02, 02G
Rating: M
Summary: Within the slightly thin walls of the mansion, its hard to keep things quiet.
Word Count: 810 words
Genre: Romance
Point of View: Third-person
Warnings: Homosexual relationships, swearing, smut, and possible OOC. Italics are flashbacks, thoughts, or stressed words.
Further Notes: Hmm, not getting any reviews lately, so I'd really appreciate it if my readers did review. Its not like it has to be for each one shot or drabble I post, but a review now and again is appreciated and lets me know my work is still good. Thanks.

"G., we're going to get caught," Giotto harshly whispers against the other's lips. G. only smirks as he works off the blond's shirt and throws it away without care. He kisses Giotto again, and as it is instantly reciprocated, he works them over to the king-sized bed. Giotto falls onto the comforter with a small yelp, and grabs onto the redhead's shoulders. "G.!"

"It'll be fine as long as we're quiet," G. smirks again, and removes his own shirt. "Right, Giotto?"

"A-ah...I guess." With that smirk, its kind of hard to refuse, Giotto thinks exasperatedly.

"Good," G. beams and kisses the other fervently. The blind moans softly, closing his eyes as his lover's hands begin to roam over his bare chest. One hand teases and twists one of his nipples, and another snakes its way into his pants. When the hand grasps his member, he moans a bit louder and warmth begins to pool in the pit of his belly. G. pulls back, placing small kisses against Giotto's jawline, then neck, and collarbone. He murmurs in a husky burr, "you're being quite loud for someone who's supposed to be quiet."

Giotto blushes as he rakes his hands through red locks and shoots the other a slightly annoyed look. G. only removes the blond's pants as well as his own (boxers and all). He trails kisses down the sky's chest, sure to leave marks in places where they won't be visible. He grasps Giotto's hard on firmly, running his tongue over the tip and nearly smirks again at the low moan. He slowly but surely takes the member whole, setting a quick rhythm and splaying his finger's across the other's inner thighs.

Giotto almost bucks his hips and has to place his hands over his mouth. He inhales sharply as a hot, wet tongue swirls around his cock; his legs quiver as he attempts to bite back another moan. His teeth clench and he has to almost bite his tongue off when he close, only able to whisper hoarsely, "G., I-"

"Hmm," G. hums around his member, grazing his teeth against the sensitive flesh, and he can't hold it any longer. He comes, white flashing before his eyes and he whimpers lowly behind his hands. G. takes it all in, swallowing it down to the last drop and pulls his head back. He lifts the blond's hips with one hand and Giotto's body is already too willing to help out. His legs find solace over the redhead's lean shoulders while G. spits on two of his fingers. Giotto is already half hard again when two fingers penetrate his entrance, and he winces in painful silence.

He's stretched and scissored expertly by his lover, who soon adds a third finger to join the first two. He rolls his hips into the other's motions, impatient and wanting. G. smirks playfully and removed his fingers. Giotto nearly whines in disappointment, but the feeling is soon replaced by G.'s erection, down to the hilt on the first go. His back arches and breathes heavily out his nose. G. pulls out and thrusts back in with one quick motion, and Giotto inevitably groans into his hands. His ankles dig into the redhead's shoulder blades as the process continues, gaining pace and intensity as it goes.

"Knuckle, have you seen Primo or G.?" A muffled voice that is undoubtedly Asari's practically freezes Giotto. He gives G. a pleading look, who only raises an eyebrow back at him.

"No, I extremely haven't," Knuckle's voice responds. Their muffled conversation continues as the sound of footsteps grows closer to the bedroom. Giotto shoots another pleading look, but rather than comply, G. just puts a finger over his smirking lips. His devious expression worries the blond and he nearly yelps when G. continues to thrust in and out of him. He works twice as hard to clench his jaw and muffle any sounds his body threatens to make. The redhead slams into his prostate, and he loses all thought for a brief moment, moaning lowly behind his hands.

Even as he feels the blinding pleasure rip through him with each thrust, he still focuses on the footsteps. Eventually, though, they fade away and Giotto exhales sharply through his nose. He gives G. another look, only to receive another mischievous grin. G. slams into him a few more times before he comes, and three short, powerful strokes later, G. does as well.

Giotto removes his hands from his mouth as G. pulls out and falls beside him, wearing a satisfied, spent look. Giotto turns onto his side and pinches his lover's cheek harshly.

"It was fine; they wouldn't have found out," G. smiles and Giotto sighs. He could tell G. that he didn't want to risk such a thing...

...but his stupid smile just makes it hard to say so.

Fin.

I haven't written smut in a while, so I'm hoping this came out alright.

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