Hey guys! Actually had this written a few days ago, but couldn't upload. It was weird.
I'll have you know this now, though: you no like smut, you no need read this chapter. Skipping it will have no relevance to the story, it's just for funX3
However, for those of you that do choose to read this chapter, know two things: 1) I am not satisfied with this at all. I even rewrote it and STILL don't like it, so please don't flame. 2) Tsuki and Roppi are going to have kinkier encounters later. This is mild, a tiny taste.
Diclaimers: MxM here , I do not own DRRR!
Tsukishima shivered as he felt Roppi's cold finger trail down his chest. He still had no shirt, and could feel the other man's fingernail scratching none-too-gently on his bare skin.
"Ano, R-Roppi-san..." he muttered, unsure as to what was happening and how he felt on the matter. He managed to look up from the floor, and looked wide-eyed at the man through his blush.
"Just relax, Tsuki, you'll see~" Tsukishima's heart fluttered wildly in his chest, and when the other man brought his mouth to Tsuki's nipple, his blood began to boil. He let out a startled noise and was surprised to hear himself sound so...was dirty the world he was looking for? The raven chuckled darkly before leading Tsuki towards the bed. Tsuki moved as if in a daze, blindly following Roppi in the dark room. Tsuki backed up against the bed before collapsing on top of it as Roppi climbed over him. He felt his eyes widen and let out a little gasp as fingernails raked down the front of his chest. The raven was sitting on his waist, straddling him, and then leaned down to lick the shell of Tsuki's ear before whispering "Just enjoy it~" to him. He gave a nip to his earlobe before sitting back up and taking off his gray shirt. "Can't have this getting messy, now can we?" Messy? What was he talking abou—
"A-auh!" Tsuki felt himself moan as the movement from Roppi had caused his body to grind again Tsuki's. The blonde hastily clamped a hand to his mouth to stifle any other such thing, but the raven grinned at him wickedly before slowly undulating his hips on Tsuki's waist. This caused the postman's eyelids to flutter as he hastily attempted to sit up, not wanting the man on his waist to have knowledge of the growing hardness that was there. He was abruptly pressed back down, and a hot tongue trailed up from his navel, leaving a cool trail behind it before Roppi got close to his face again.
"Do me a favor and lay on your side, Tsuki," he said, and Tsuki obeyed, probably still quite unsure of just what was going on. Roppi traced patterns on broad shoulders with his left hand as the other slowly moved around to the front, and unclasped the black slacks that were on the blonde's waist. He heard a startled gasp and smiled to himself in the dark. How innocent. How...virginal. In fact, Roppi'd most certainly bet this man was a virgin. He'd go so far as to venture that this man didn't even touch himself. His nimble fingers began to play with the waistband of the blonde's boxers and then he whispered
"Tell me, Tsuki, do you ever touch yourself?" He heard an indiscernible mumble fall from the blonde's lips. "What was that?" the blonde looked down and Roppi could imagine the look on the other's face, no doubt scarlet from embarrassment, and then heard a slightly louder reply.
"N-no..." Well, then. This man was indeed as pure as Roppi'd thought. He dipped his hand into the other's boxers and began stroking the half-hard member, eyes immediately widening at the size. Fuck,but the guy was huge.
Tsuki was making small moaning noises and overall seemed to be in general senselessness as Roppi continued, swiping his thumb across the tip to slick precum down the sides. Tsuki gasped and thrust his hips forward, uttering a noise that should've been illegal somewhere—okay, so he was hot. Very much so.
Roppi moved so Tsuki was once again laying on his back, and hastily tugged down his pants some more. He straddled the man once again, this time positioning himself between Tsuki's knees, and put three of his fingers before the blonde's mouth.
"Suck," he simply stated. Scarlet eyes widened before the youngest Heiwajima took Roppi's fingers into his mouth, running his novice tongue over them in an almost clumsy (but hot nonetheless) manner.
Tsuki shivered as the other man removed his hand from his mouth. He wasn't quite sure as to why he had—oh, fuck.
He felt a slim finger tracing his hole and struggled to not let his eyes roll back in his head; there were so many new sensations and was experiencing them all at once.
Suddenly he gasped when he felt one of the cool fingers enter him, and then moaned at yet another sensation. The other man's hand began thrusting in and out slowly, and Tsuki was almost embarrassed that he ground his hips down for more—almost. He began to sweat, approaching something, an unknown conclusion to whatever the hell was happening at the moment.
"Ro-Roppi-san, I need—!" he cried out the other's name, unsure as to just whathe actually needed. His mind was going blank, thoughts being erased with the steadily pumping hand on his member and the now two fingers thrusting in his ass. He gripped the sheets, head tossing back and forth as he struggled to cling to reality. His head was swimming, his skin on fire, and body sinking, drowning in pleasure. The other man seemed to know instinctively what to do, too. Suddenly he flicked his fingers and fire raced through Tsuki's veins, causing him to cry out.
And, as if that weren't enough, Roppi put his face right in the crook of the postman's neck and /bit/. Hard. The pain mingled with and amplified the already tremendous pleasure, sending Tsuki over the edge in a climax that left his vision white and his lungs breathless. He lied still and breathing hard on the bed, cool air settling over his burning, bare skin and causing him to shiver.
Roppi lay on top of him, one finger lazily tracing circles across his chest, and Tsuki absentmindedly thought that it was nice.
Hell, Tsuki thought. He then furrowed his eyebrows.
"Something wrong, Tsukishima?" the dark-haired man asked him with a guarded tone.
"No, it's just...I hate being wrong."
"What do you mean?" now it was Roppi's turn to knit his eyebrows together.
"You were right….um, pain… isn't always thatbad, I guess." he mumbled out his confession and heard the other man laugh darkly. Then they both laughed, a sort of lighthearted variety, together. The laughter grew silent, and they just lay there in silence. Tsuki guessed the silence was mostly because of the lack of the hum of the washing machine in the background. Which naturally reminded him that he should probably get his shirt and get home eventually; his brothers would probably be home soon. Still, as his breathing slowed and his skin cooled, he couldn't help thinking to himself that this was nice.
That is, until he heard the sound of a door being broken down
Well, fuck.
There's that! New chappy up when it gets there, you all know I do what I can when I can.
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