Dirty Statisfaction
Uruha giggled drunkenly as he dragged Aoi by his wrist into one of the rooms surrounding the living room, where the rest of the folks were still drinking their asses off. Aoi kicked the door shut behind them and pressed Uruha against himself, throwing his arms around the blond’s waist and pulling him closer, while he himself lent against the door.
“He’s gonne kill us…”, Aoi chuckled between two kisses. They were in Rukis bedroom and the raven haired was sure the hell would follow on their heels as soon as Ruki found out about their little ordeal – and he definitely would.
Uruha joined in Aoi’s chuckle, but only turned the key.
“Your ass is safe – at least until later…”, the honeblonde giggled drunkenly but not any less suggestively.
“Very generous of you….”, repeating Uruha’s from earlier tonight he placed half formed kisses on the corner of Uruha’s mouth. Aoi’s mind was far too occupied with a different kind of thoughts to be really worried about getting his ass kicked by Ruki…Aois pulse was speeding and his need already all too visible underneath his pants.
Uruha laughed softly, pressed his lips more firmly on Aoi’s and swang his arms around Aoi’s neck, bringing the heat from before back. The desperation, which had prevented them from going home in the first place.
Uruha moaned under his breath as Aoi grabbed his ass and their hips collided. The hard fabric of their jeans rubbed against the heated skin making Uruha shudder.
“Don’t let me wait…”, the honeyblonde smiled kinky, stumbling backwards, pulling Aoi with him. He wanted him so badly….his own hard on felt like it was poking a hole into his pants if he didn’t get release any time soon…
Uruha gasped. The soft satin blankets felt cold on his heated skin, as Aois threw him onto the bed, maybe a little too hard but neither of them cared as Aoi crawled on top of him.
Uruhas fingers were already fumbling with Aois belt, while the raven haired, kneeling above Uruha, pulled his shirt off and threw it on the floor. A smug grin on his face as he looked down at Uruha, firmly stuck between his tights. It was always a game for dominance and Aoi enjoyed having an upper hand, even though deep inside he knew it was still Uruha pulling the strings, the pure sight of the honeyblonde trapped underneath him sent him shivers down his spine.
The honeyblonde was far too drunk for his touches to be gentle and his fingers have not been soft since a long time ago , but as they brushed Aoi’s stomach the ravenhaired couldn’t help but shiver He could feel the heat emanating Uruhas fingers, as the honeyblonde finally managed to open the belt and pulled it with a hard tug out of its loops causing the sharp noise, leather always made on fabric. With his gaze already clouded he looked up at Aoi, licking his lips with a quick flick of his tongue.
The raven haired grinned, as he always thought of it as being one of the most arousing sounds ever and Uruha seemed to feel the same way, as the honeyblonde’s breath was already heavy. His chest rose and fell with every shaky breath he took, almost making him look innocent. The honeyblonde hair plastered around him giving the illusion of a halo and his skin even paler in the barely there light.
Uruha moaned, as Aoi shifted his weight as he leaned forward. Burying his hands in the honey blonde hair Aoi pressed his lips on Uruha’s. Kissing him hard and needy.
Kissing every part of skin Aoi could reach, he unbuttoned the honeyblonde’s shirt blindly, tugging at it in despair, as the buttons didn’t want to collaborate, giving it up at the end and pulling it up and off of Uruha’s head instead.
“This fucking buttons…”, Aoi cursed under his breath pressing his lips once again against Uruha’s, biting them softly. Kissing the corner of Uruhas mouth, his fingers ghosted over Uruhas stomach, up his sides and to the part of Uruha’s body the honeyblonde was the most sensitive at. A soft moan escaped Uruhas plush lips and his skin felt already damp as Aoi's thumb scratched lightly over his hardened nipple. Pinched it, causing Uruha to moan louder. Arch his back for the wanted touches.
Wanting more than the feather light touches Aoi was giving him right now, Uruha dug his nails into Aoi’s back, dragged them down knowing all too well Aoi would be left with claw marks for the next few days. But that was just the way they liked it. Hard, dirty and messy. Leaving bite and claw marks all over the place and debauch their bodies devouring each other.
Uruha moaned.
