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writetomyheart2013-12-23 09:43 am
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[Team 1] Until Dawn Breaks
Posting from the other end of the world for the first time.
Since family time means being busy with all the Christmas things, this was just a quick blurb.
Here is where he’ll remain. At least until dawn breaks.
Iwamoto let’s his fingers trace the muscle of the other’s abdomen, the soft curves of the other’s body. He smirks when he hears Sakuma draw in his breath sharply when he caresses the other. Iwamoto knows the other is no virgin but getting touched by someone who isn’t exactly human must be a new experience for Sakuma no doubt.
He can feel the other’s heartbeat, the sound of life. Iwamoto’s fingernail scrapes over the skin of Sakuma’s chest and draws a thin trail of blood which he laps up greedily. He repeats this actions in several other places of the other’s body and pays no heed to the collection of bloodstains covering the previously white bedsheets.
When he feels something brush against his lower body, he grins. Apparently he isn’t the only one getting just a little excited about this.
“You want me?”
“Of course I do! Or you wouldn’t be in my bed right now,” Sakuma replies breathlessly. He grabs hold of Iwamoto’s shoulders and pulls him down, latches his lips onto the other’s. Iwamoto is taken by surprise when he feels Sakuma’s tongue licking his fangs and tasting his own blood on them. Normal people would recoil at that though but then again Sakuma isn’t someone he considers completely normal really.
Iwamoto’s lips wander down to the crook of Sakuma’s neck but he only suckles on the skin lightly. He’s keeping the best for last. It won’t do for the other to pass out on him before the more interesting things happen after all.
Slicking two of his fingers with the lube the other had prepared earlier, Iwamoto pushes one of the digits into Sakuma without any warning and sends the other arching off the mattress. He takes a moment to admire the other’s body once more, lets his eyes roam over the smooth expanse of skin and the collection of fresh love-bites.
There aren’t many things Iwamoto considers even remotely close to perfection but Sakuma’s body comes pretty damn close. The well defined muscles and yet lithe body, build on the slender side but not so much as to be considered petite. Sakuma has just the right size for Iwamoto to hold, to pull flush against his own body. And the other’s large, dark eyes are as captivating as any vampire’s just without all the supernatural allure.
When Sakuma is impaled on Iwamoto’s cock, the vampire bares his fangs once more. He knows they’re both close and with each movement of their hips, each of the fast rocking motions, they’re getting closer and closer to their climaxes. Sakuma is just a tiny bit ahead of him and Iwamoto decides to give the other one final push towards, if not over, the edge.
Sinking his fangs into the other’s neck, Iwamoto is overwhelmed by a flood of sensations that come along with the taste of the other’s blood. It always knocks him out but he keeps a grasp on the here and now - albeit barely.
Sakuma starts to shiver in his arms and the other slumps against him soon after, limp but not lifeless. The other’s chest is heaving but Sakuma’s eyes are closed, his body spent, his soul gone, drowned in a pool of pure bliss. It’ll re-emerge eventually.
Small spasms make the other’s body twitch still and that’s what drives Iwamoto over the edge as well and he muffles his groan in the other’s soft, curly hair.
Lapping up the last stray droplets of blood when he recovers from his own orgasm, Iwamoto cleans them both up to the best of his abilities before he lies down next to Sakuma for a couple of short hours. It’s unfortunate that he isn’t able to stay until later, until after dawn. He wishes he could, wishes he could wake up with the other curled up against him, with the other’s warm breath tickling his neck, Sakuma’s strong, vibrant heartbeat against his own, silent chest. But alas.
Iwamoto slips out from the warm bed just when the skies are starting to lighten ever so slightly. He’s late already but he knows he’ll make it back in time, still.
“I’ll be back here soon, too,” he whispers before he leaves, vanishes from the room as if he’d never been there in the first place, as if he’d been but a strange dream.
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ltgmars :D/
Since family time means being busy with all the Christmas things, this was just a quick blurb.
Here is where he’ll remain. At least until dawn breaks.
Iwamoto let’s his fingers trace the muscle of the other’s abdomen, the soft curves of the other’s body. He smirks when he hears Sakuma draw in his breath sharply when he caresses the other. Iwamoto knows the other is no virgin but getting touched by someone who isn’t exactly human must be a new experience for Sakuma no doubt.
He can feel the other’s heartbeat, the sound of life. Iwamoto’s fingernail scrapes over the skin of Sakuma’s chest and draws a thin trail of blood which he laps up greedily. He repeats this actions in several other places of the other’s body and pays no heed to the collection of bloodstains covering the previously white bedsheets.
When he feels something brush against his lower body, he grins. Apparently he isn’t the only one getting just a little excited about this.
“You want me?”
“Of course I do! Or you wouldn’t be in my bed right now,” Sakuma replies breathlessly. He grabs hold of Iwamoto’s shoulders and pulls him down, latches his lips onto the other’s. Iwamoto is taken by surprise when he feels Sakuma’s tongue licking his fangs and tasting his own blood on them. Normal people would recoil at that though but then again Sakuma isn’t someone he considers completely normal really.
Iwamoto’s lips wander down to the crook of Sakuma’s neck but he only suckles on the skin lightly. He’s keeping the best for last. It won’t do for the other to pass out on him before the more interesting things happen after all.
Slicking two of his fingers with the lube the other had prepared earlier, Iwamoto pushes one of the digits into Sakuma without any warning and sends the other arching off the mattress. He takes a moment to admire the other’s body once more, lets his eyes roam over the smooth expanse of skin and the collection of fresh love-bites.
There aren’t many things Iwamoto considers even remotely close to perfection but Sakuma’s body comes pretty damn close. The well defined muscles and yet lithe body, build on the slender side but not so much as to be considered petite. Sakuma has just the right size for Iwamoto to hold, to pull flush against his own body. And the other’s large, dark eyes are as captivating as any vampire’s just without all the supernatural allure.
When Sakuma is impaled on Iwamoto’s cock, the vampire bares his fangs once more. He knows they’re both close and with each movement of their hips, each of the fast rocking motions, they’re getting closer and closer to their climaxes. Sakuma is just a tiny bit ahead of him and Iwamoto decides to give the other one final push towards, if not over, the edge.
Sinking his fangs into the other’s neck, Iwamoto is overwhelmed by a flood of sensations that come along with the taste of the other’s blood. It always knocks him out but he keeps a grasp on the here and now - albeit barely.
Sakuma starts to shiver in his arms and the other slumps against him soon after, limp but not lifeless. The other’s chest is heaving but Sakuma’s eyes are closed, his body spent, his soul gone, drowned in a pool of pure bliss. It’ll re-emerge eventually.
Small spasms make the other’s body twitch still and that’s what drives Iwamoto over the edge as well and he muffles his groan in the other’s soft, curly hair.
Lapping up the last stray droplets of blood when he recovers from his own orgasm, Iwamoto cleans them both up to the best of his abilities before he lies down next to Sakuma for a couple of short hours. It’s unfortunate that he isn’t able to stay until later, until after dawn. He wishes he could, wishes he could wake up with the other curled up against him, with the other’s warm breath tickling his neck, Sakuma’s strong, vibrant heartbeat against his own, silent chest. But alas.
Iwamoto slips out from the warm bed just when the skies are starting to lighten ever so slightly. He’s late already but he knows he’ll make it back in time, still.
“I’ll be back here soon, too,” he whispers before he leaves, vanishes from the room as if he’d never been there in the first place, as if he’d been but a strange dream.
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ugh these two are so hot together *______________*
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Sakuma Daisuke:
https://24.media.tumblr.com/895947d20428f104a0d050e0c2fb8e25/tumblr_mwknz7mtAk1t2wf0xo3_1280.jpg
https://24.media.tumblr.com/38ed87dd4f4ba7848c3716e8a13bf778/tumblr_mv1xgtYj0D1sp30apo6_400.jpg
https://31.media.tumblr.com/2e3f2b2f50f0957ae8cdefe2c2c34a3a/tumblr_mv1xgtYj0D1sp30apo1_400.jpg
https://24.media.tumblr.com/380bfa300c11817fc2c8e38afef3e2a2/tumblr_mpe3kj0PJD1r3442co7_1280.jpg
https://31.media.tumblr.com/d5cff6fb60850e787db9d1cda50da02a/tumblr_mpe3kj0PJD1r3442co9_500.jpg
Iwamoto Hikaru:
https://31.media.tumblr.com/de1581970caae39637d41cee76b7bacb/tumblr_mwknz7mtAk1t2wf0xo1_1280.jpg
https://31.media.tumblr.com/642e37adb784b2a736df359d51dea03d/tumblr_mv1xgtYj0D1sp30apo2_400.jpg
https://24.media.tumblr.com/9f1f80fe093ff8c381c56fa0d49a69d3/tumblr_mv1xgtYj0D1sp30apo5_400.jpg
https://31.media.tumblr.com/a299153f34311c566ce6bc39f8c34d2d/tumblr_mnxlr8IacD1rb81qoo3_500.jpg
both members of 6 people unit "Snow Man" :3
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