Take Three – Synchronization
"Love me when I deserve it the least, because that's when I need it the most." –Chinese Proverb
Never before had the sheets felt so soft; never before had the pillows seemed so much like the weightlessness of clouds as when Shigure pushed him down onto them and captured his lips in that fiery kiss.
Hatori closed his eyes gratefully, and wrapped his arms about the other man's neck, pulled him in closer and lost his fingers in the soft hairs at the base of his neck.
He kissed him back.
Shigure was smirking madly, knowing that he had Hatori in his grasp now.
And he was damned if he was going to let go.
This moment, this night, Hatori was his, dammit, and he was going to damn well take advantage of that.
He broke the kiss impatiently and pushed his face into Hatori's neck, digging around into the soft skin and nipping experimentally at his flesh as deft fingers worked skillfully in unbuttoning Hatori's shirt with uncanny speed. Soon enough it was halfway across the room, followed shortly after by Hatori's pants and belt, and Shigure's own clothing.
The dog grinned down on Hatori, who averted his gaze, suddenly uncomfortable.
"Shigure…"
"Shh, shh Hatori-kun," Shigure soothed, pressing more tender kisses to his cousin's face. "Just be quiet now, just be still…"
And, not knowing what else to do, Hatori obeyed, and allowed Shigure to remove the rest of his clothing before pressing their bodies together and capturing him in another passionate kiss.
He felt the dog's tongue licking at his lips teasingly, asking out of courtesy's sake for entrance, which Hatori gave quite readily. Smooth slippery muscle flicked in and out of his mouth, massaging his tongue and exploring every cavity his mouth had to offer. Hatori groaned, his back arching slightly as his member started to awake, lifting its lazy head from his lap.
Meanwhile Shigure's hands were getting wanderlust, and started spreading out over Hatori's bare skin, gently touching and stroking and caressing the other man's arms, back, chest. He pinched Hatori's nipples sweetly, brushed his fingertips over sensitive places, allowed his hands to paint a picture of the man lying beneath him, watching his perfect face hungrily as gorgeous grey-green eyes closed and Hatori gasped at his touch.
The dragon, having never felt such intimacy, desired more with an undeniable passion, and wrapped his own arms about Shigure's waist and pulled him closer, forcing their bodies together. He felt Shigure's erect nipples brushing against the sticky skin of his bare chest, and the sensation sparked waves of pleasure to wash over him, drown him. He entangled his legs in Shigure's, tried to push himself desperately into the other man's body as he claimed his lips in a frenzied kiss. Rough thrusts of his hips told Shigure his longing, and the dog shifted his roaming hands lower, caressing Hatori's gently curving buttocks, tenderly exploring the sensitive area around his inner thigh and brushing his fingertips across Hatori's overly excited member teasingly.
Hatori arched up again, felt their pleasures make contact roughly and groaned, breaking the kiss to bury his face into the wispy ends of the other man's charcoal grey hair. He felt his hips thrusting instinctively, more earnestly, and the resulting friction was unlike anything else he had ever thought was possible. White water leaked from Hatori's member, painting a picture of pleasure on Shigure's abdomen, and Hatori cried out, a wordless cry for more, for release.
Taking this as a signal to move again, Shigure shifted one hand around to gently take Hatori's swollen member into his lithe fingers, and stroked it gently. He ran his fingertips up and down the erect length, teased the tip with his thumb lightly, and relished in the way Hatori threw himself up from the bed to get closer, closer to the pleasure, closer to the ecstasy, closer to Shigure. More pleasure spilled over the dog's fingers, smeared across their gently rocking bodies as Shigure's own erection found itself delightfully close to Hatori's inner thigh, the swollen head rubbing pleasurably against Hatori's slick skin and leaving its own trail of delight along the other man's sensitive areas. A few more skillful thrusts and suddenly Hatori found the other man had wormed his hips between his legs, and something was pressing hard against his entrance.
He took in a sharp breath, shot Shigure a questioning look. His lank black hair was covering his eyes messily, and Shigure tenderly pushed it aside and pressed his cheek to Hatori's, murmuring quietly, "It'll be okay. I'll look after you, I promise."
And Hatori sighed, and Hatori relaxed, and Hatori gave himself up to the moment.
At first he felt nothing, like in movies where everything holds still for a fraction of a second and all is calm. Then the realization settled in, along with the pain, and Shigure's agonizingly erect member, and Hatori clenched his eyes, felt his body try to curl up instinctively, and clung tightly to the man on top of him, inside of him, his nails digging into his back shallowly.
Shigure just kissed his cousin on the forehead lovingly, gently pushing his way in again and smiling almost sadly as Hatori's eyes clenched tightly shut against the pain, and he curled further into Shigure's hold.
Slowly, carefully, and ignoring Hatori's soft gasps of pain as best he could, Shigure began to thrust himself faster, his hips pressing to Hatori's again and again.
And again and again and again…
Soon Hatori felt himself sliding back into a state of rapture, a euphoria of ecstasy where the world didn't seem real and his body wasn't his anymore.
But the pleasure was.
Oh yes, the pleasure was there, taking over all his senses, his better judgment, and any form of consciousness he had left. All there was now was the moment, and the connection. The together, and the bliss they'd found and cried out with one voice, as one entity of rapture.
Sweat and pleasure clung to his bare skin, stuck between his body and Shigure's as they swayed against each other tenderly, easily, pleasurably.
Passionately.
Desperately.
Faster, harder, more urgently as the yearning took over their bodies, their minds long lost to the overwhelming lust and the need and the want and the raw, carnal desire for bodily pleasures and the bliss of mindless ecstasy. Two bodies, two pairs of hands, two sets of legs, two open mouths crying out into the darkness as they bucked and sighed and rubbed each other desperately, the release so close, so agonizingly close…
Intensity and heat and craving and longing and passion and love and lust and pain.
An explosion of emotion.
And then still.
Gratification.
And together, their pleasure, their pain, their desperation, spent together.
Hatori and Shigure slept.
- - - - - .
And when Hatori awoke he was alone, and he knew that the moment was spent. Already it was a fading memory, the feeling of the other man in his arms merely the ghost of a sensation and the taste of Shigure's lips all but gone.
And then Hatori knew what the Feeling was, and why he couldn't define it before.
Because the Feeling was not one Feeling but many, a conglomeration of emotions from a variety of causes that all came from one source.
Just one.
The one that Hatori knew he would never again have the chance to hold.
And though the moment might be lost to remain only in the mists of past and recollection, the connection remained; the understanding was there, sharper than ever.
And so Hatori knew, more than ever, that they were all lost. That he was lost, that Akito was lost, that even Shigure was lost, despite his deceptively easy demeanor, and that all they could do was keep struggling towards that distant star, the one that you could never reach because it, too, was chasing its own dreams.
Yes, they were all lost.
And it hurt, the hopelessness of knowing. For how can you continue to fight with all your heart towards a goal that you know is eternally out of your reach?
Alone in the room where he had spent his love, spent it all on a fading sense of togetherness and entirety, Hatori cried.
:: sonryz ::
Well, there you go: my first lemon. Not my first attempt, by any means; Beautiful, Conscience, the intro to Yin to Yang... all failed attempts at the all-out lemon. And somehow... I feel I've failed here, too. T.T Such angst at the end, and far too poetic to be erotic. XD Am I right? I'm right, aren't I? Give me some hints, someone? Anyone? Please...?
((maybe I'm just not cut out for smut...))