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writetomyheart2015-03-13 05:48 pm
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[Team Sonic] Horses are for Riding
Starting words from here XD
He knows enough not to look a gift horse in the mouth, but there are limits.
Akito's voice drifts through the open door, strangely alluring. Fujigaya slams the flatiron down on the dresser and moves towards the noise - someone has to defend Kisumai's honour and Kitayama is useless, won over with food and comfortable places to nap. The insults Kitayama trades with Akito are more friendly than his dealings with Fujigaya most days.
Finding Akito is easy – Fujigaya just follows the sound of incessant babbling, getting more irritated along the way, until he slams right into that annoying chatterbox's back. At which point he loses his balance and nearly falls on his ass if it wasn't for the strong arms grabbing him at the last minute.
“Easy,” Hamada murmurs into his ear and Fujigaya fumes – he wants to snap something back, but it's hard to be irritated with Hamada. Hard being the keyword.
He's about to shrug those very nice arms off when Akito turns around and shouts a greeting – how the hell the motormouth didn't notice Fujigaya slamming into his back is anyone's guess – which is somehow enough for Fujigaya's scattered wits to gather again.
Instead of shrugging Hamada's arms off, he leans into his embrace, turning around to drag his hands up a very nice torso, until he can wrap his arms around Hamada's neck. Hamada looks amused, until Fujigaya leans in close, his breath whispering over Hamada's ear. “Thank you.”
Fujigaya looks at Hamada through his lashes, quite satisfied with the effect his sultry look is having on the other man, before he turns his head to look over his shoulder at Akito – he came to issue a challenge after all. The way Hamada is already hardening against him makes him decide against his first plan – blowing Akito until... well, he's not quite sure on the details, apart from proving that his blowjobs are the best in all of Japan, but since that plan is scrapped anyway, it doesn't much matter.
What does matter are Hamada's hands on his body, everybody's eyes on him, and the way Akito's chatter is taking on a decidedly annoyed tone. Fujigaya's eyes meet Akito's, waiting for a moment of dramatic silence to issue his challenge, but Akito continues to talk until Junta elbows him in the ribs. “Let's get on with it.”
Akito shuts his mouth, grins at Junta, grins at Fujigaya.
Now that he has his moment of silence, Fujigaya decides words are not actually necessary. He opens his mouth slightly, runs his tongue over his lips, aware that almost all eyes are fixed on his lips at this moment, throws another challenging look at Akito and finally turns his head back to smile at Hamada.
Hamada is grinning widely, and who could blame him? Fujigaya certainly doesn't. He leans in close, only a breath away from kissing Hamada. Instead of closing the distance, he teasingly trails his hands over nice shoulders and down amazing arms. “So strong,” he whispers breathily – he doesn't even have to fake the breathlessness, Hamada is getting him fired up faster than he'd have expected.
He's rubbing himself against Hamada, lightly enough he can tell himself it's part of his teasing, but the answering hardness – more exactly, the way this answering hardness keeps growing impossibly big – is making it increasingly difficult to remember that he's supposed to make the other want him more.
Suddenly the arms around him are gone as Hamada steps back and Fujigaya's eyes widen – he never gets rejected, he can't have messed up that much, can he? - and widen even more when Hamada sits down on the couch and pulls him into his lap. Fujigaya shifts a bit, not to get more comfortable, but to reassure himself that his tricks are still working. Reassuring is not the word he'd use to describe the way Hamada's erection keeps growing – impressive might be more fitting, or gigantic, or awe-inspiring – but Fujigaya decides to go with arousing.
He leans in to place a kiss close to Hamada's ear, then works his way down, brushing lips, tongue and teeth over Hamada's skin as he licks, kisses and nibbles his way along Hamada's jaw and down his throat. With his lips pressed against Hamada's throat, he can feel the movement when Hamada swallows.
There are catcalls in the background, appreciative murmuring and some rustling of clothes. Fujigaya is aware of it all, but ignores it easily, the scatter of beauty marks on Hamada's skin much more interesting than anything that could be going on behind him.
Slowly, teasingly Fujigaya unbuttons Hamada's shirt, one button at a time, trailing his fingers over the smooth skin as soon as it is revealed. As soon as the shirt is open far enough to allow it, he trails kisses over Hamada's collarbones – those collarbones might be the most perfect thing he has ever seen, even rivalling Totsuka's gorgeous collarbones.
Once he has opened the lowest button, he uses the opportunity to lightly brush his hands over Hamada's erection – lightly, because he's supposed to be teasing, even if that gets increasingly hard to remember. Hamada gives an appreciative noise, and Fujigaya repeats the motion, tonguing at the hollow of Hamada's throat at the same time. He's proud of his multitasking skills.
He keeps the fleeting touches up, letting just the tip of his finger follow the line of Hamada's erection under the cloth of his pants. Hamada gives in first. “Hey-” Fujigaya interrupts him, his lips brushing over Hamada's softly enough to almost tickle.
Hamada sighs into the kiss, opens his lips, tongue licking at Fujigaya's mouth. Fujigaya goes along with it easily and for once he does not even consider pushing for control of the kiss, most of his attention focused on unzipping Hamada's pants – after all those touches, he really wants to see what Hamada is not exactly hiding.
Freed from the confinement of pants, Hamada's erection is as impressive as Fujigaya imagined it would be. It's long and it is thick – when Fujigaya tries to wrap his hand around it, he finds he can't close his fingers. Fujigaya's fingers aren't as long as Yokoo's, but he doesn't have tiny hands like Senga or Kitayama either. He thinks even Yokoo would not be able to close his hand around Hamada's erection, and that's before it hardens even more under his touch. Fascinated, he completely forgets about light and fleeting touches, instead gripping tightly with both hands and stroking fast, only intend on watching as it keeps growing impossibly bigger and bigger.
“You aren't going to make him come like that, are you?” Akito interrupts, “'cause if you are, this break's not going to be long enough.”
Fujigaya tunes the rest of Akito's comment out, not listening to the babble becoming a habit fast. Though he has to admit, at least to himself, that Akito is right – making Hamada come like this would be a waste. He sinks to the floor, nudges Hamada's legs apart and rubs his cheek against Hamada's dick. He doesn't think he can fit it in his mouth, but Fujigaya is quite experienced at being a tease, so he doubts it will matter. He has in the past gotten people to beg with nothing more than light kisses to dick and balls, fleeting brushes of his fingers and flirty comments.
He settles more comfortably on his knees before looking up at Hamada through his lashes. He can feel the eyes of every person in the room on him, but he ignores them all – one of the secrets to giving amazing blowjobs in front of an audience is to make the recipient feel special, to make him believe that his dick is all you can think about, his pleasure is your whole goal. In this case, that's not difficult at all; Hamada's dick is fascinating, the size alone enough to keep Fujigaya interested.
Fujigaya starts with a kiss to the head of Hamada’s dick, flicking his tongue over the slit. Feathering kisses down the length of the impressive dick, he makes sure to linger in any spot that draws a louder moan from Hamada. At the same time, he trails fingers over Hamada’s balls, gentle caresses that he knows from experience are utterly distracting. Once he reaches the base of Hamada’s dick, he licks his way back up, dragging his tongue over the thick vein.
To switch things up a bit, he sucks Hamada’s balls into his mouth and strokes him with both hands, rough strokes that stand in complete contrast to his previous gentle kisses. Hamada’s ragged breathing and low curses spur him on. Fujigaya lets Hamada’s balls slip from his mouth and licks his lips - it will be difficult, but he’ll be damned if he doesn’t at least try.
Determined, he opens his mouth wide and wraps his lips around the tip of Hamada’s dick. It fits just barely. Slowly, very slowly, Fujigaya takes Hamada’s dick deeper into his mouth. It’s just so big, thick and heavy and perfect, filling his mouth to capacity. It takes all his skill to simply keep his teeth away from the delicate flesh and all his experience won’t let him move faster than at a snail’s pace.
The only sound are Hamada’s moans, everybody else has been awed into silence by Fujigaya’s ability to swallow even the most gigantic dick. Fujigaya bobs his head slowly, taking as much of Hamada’s dick in as he can each time. He keeps stroking Hamada’s dick and balls too, nimble fingers trying to make up for the lack of technique elsewhere - the sheer size of the dick in his mouth won’t allow Fujigaya to use his tongue at all, and he doesn’t even want to consider humming.
Gentle fingers brushing against his cheek pull Fujigaya out of his trance. “I’m close,” Hamada warns, voice strained, clearly holding back.
Fujigaya draws back and lets Hamada’s dick slip out of his mouth. His jaw aches from opening his mouth so far, but he won’t let it show - the main goal is to show that he’s better than Akito, after all. He strokes Hamada with both hands, flicking his tongue over the head at the same time, only drawing back when the first spurt of come hits his tongue. Pulse after pulse of Hamada’s release splashes all over Fujigaya’s face, the amount of come produced as impressive as the size of Hamada’s dick.
Fujigaya licks his lips, feeling proud. There’s cheering behind him, but he couldn’t care less about that. He climbs into Hamada’s lap and leans in for a kiss. Hamada grins and licks his cheek instead, cleaning up some of the come decorating Fujigaya’s face.
Fujigaya does get his kiss finally. Hamada’s hands start to wander all over Fujigaya’s body while they kiss and Fujigaya has a hard time holding back the whine - he’s getting desperate himself by now, Hamada’s strong, warm hands on his skin driving him crazy.
Breaking the kiss, Hamada pulls back just enough to look Fujigaya over properly. “You’re gorgeous,” Hamada says, dragging his thumb over Fujigaya’s swollen lips, ”and you’re even prettier with your face covered in come.”
He knows enough not to look a gift horse in the mouth, but there are limits.
Akito's voice drifts through the open door, strangely alluring. Fujigaya slams the flatiron down on the dresser and moves towards the noise - someone has to defend Kisumai's honour and Kitayama is useless, won over with food and comfortable places to nap. The insults Kitayama trades with Akito are more friendly than his dealings with Fujigaya most days.
Finding Akito is easy – Fujigaya just follows the sound of incessant babbling, getting more irritated along the way, until he slams right into that annoying chatterbox's back. At which point he loses his balance and nearly falls on his ass if it wasn't for the strong arms grabbing him at the last minute.
“Easy,” Hamada murmurs into his ear and Fujigaya fumes – he wants to snap something back, but it's hard to be irritated with Hamada. Hard being the keyword.
He's about to shrug those very nice arms off when Akito turns around and shouts a greeting – how the hell the motormouth didn't notice Fujigaya slamming into his back is anyone's guess – which is somehow enough for Fujigaya's scattered wits to gather again.
Instead of shrugging Hamada's arms off, he leans into his embrace, turning around to drag his hands up a very nice torso, until he can wrap his arms around Hamada's neck. Hamada looks amused, until Fujigaya leans in close, his breath whispering over Hamada's ear. “Thank you.”
Fujigaya looks at Hamada through his lashes, quite satisfied with the effect his sultry look is having on the other man, before he turns his head to look over his shoulder at Akito – he came to issue a challenge after all. The way Hamada is already hardening against him makes him decide against his first plan – blowing Akito until... well, he's not quite sure on the details, apart from proving that his blowjobs are the best in all of Japan, but since that plan is scrapped anyway, it doesn't much matter.
What does matter are Hamada's hands on his body, everybody's eyes on him, and the way Akito's chatter is taking on a decidedly annoyed tone. Fujigaya's eyes meet Akito's, waiting for a moment of dramatic silence to issue his challenge, but Akito continues to talk until Junta elbows him in the ribs. “Let's get on with it.”
Akito shuts his mouth, grins at Junta, grins at Fujigaya.
Now that he has his moment of silence, Fujigaya decides words are not actually necessary. He opens his mouth slightly, runs his tongue over his lips, aware that almost all eyes are fixed on his lips at this moment, throws another challenging look at Akito and finally turns his head back to smile at Hamada.
Hamada is grinning widely, and who could blame him? Fujigaya certainly doesn't. He leans in close, only a breath away from kissing Hamada. Instead of closing the distance, he teasingly trails his hands over nice shoulders and down amazing arms. “So strong,” he whispers breathily – he doesn't even have to fake the breathlessness, Hamada is getting him fired up faster than he'd have expected.
He's rubbing himself against Hamada, lightly enough he can tell himself it's part of his teasing, but the answering hardness – more exactly, the way this answering hardness keeps growing impossibly big – is making it increasingly difficult to remember that he's supposed to make the other want him more.
Suddenly the arms around him are gone as Hamada steps back and Fujigaya's eyes widen – he never gets rejected, he can't have messed up that much, can he? - and widen even more when Hamada sits down on the couch and pulls him into his lap. Fujigaya shifts a bit, not to get more comfortable, but to reassure himself that his tricks are still working. Reassuring is not the word he'd use to describe the way Hamada's erection keeps growing – impressive might be more fitting, or gigantic, or awe-inspiring – but Fujigaya decides to go with arousing.
He leans in to place a kiss close to Hamada's ear, then works his way down, brushing lips, tongue and teeth over Hamada's skin as he licks, kisses and nibbles his way along Hamada's jaw and down his throat. With his lips pressed against Hamada's throat, he can feel the movement when Hamada swallows.
There are catcalls in the background, appreciative murmuring and some rustling of clothes. Fujigaya is aware of it all, but ignores it easily, the scatter of beauty marks on Hamada's skin much more interesting than anything that could be going on behind him.
Slowly, teasingly Fujigaya unbuttons Hamada's shirt, one button at a time, trailing his fingers over the smooth skin as soon as it is revealed. As soon as the shirt is open far enough to allow it, he trails kisses over Hamada's collarbones – those collarbones might be the most perfect thing he has ever seen, even rivalling Totsuka's gorgeous collarbones.
Once he has opened the lowest button, he uses the opportunity to lightly brush his hands over Hamada's erection – lightly, because he's supposed to be teasing, even if that gets increasingly hard to remember. Hamada gives an appreciative noise, and Fujigaya repeats the motion, tonguing at the hollow of Hamada's throat at the same time. He's proud of his multitasking skills.
He keeps the fleeting touches up, letting just the tip of his finger follow the line of Hamada's erection under the cloth of his pants. Hamada gives in first. “Hey-” Fujigaya interrupts him, his lips brushing over Hamada's softly enough to almost tickle.
Hamada sighs into the kiss, opens his lips, tongue licking at Fujigaya's mouth. Fujigaya goes along with it easily and for once he does not even consider pushing for control of the kiss, most of his attention focused on unzipping Hamada's pants – after all those touches, he really wants to see what Hamada is not exactly hiding.
Freed from the confinement of pants, Hamada's erection is as impressive as Fujigaya imagined it would be. It's long and it is thick – when Fujigaya tries to wrap his hand around it, he finds he can't close his fingers. Fujigaya's fingers aren't as long as Yokoo's, but he doesn't have tiny hands like Senga or Kitayama either. He thinks even Yokoo would not be able to close his hand around Hamada's erection, and that's before it hardens even more under his touch. Fascinated, he completely forgets about light and fleeting touches, instead gripping tightly with both hands and stroking fast, only intend on watching as it keeps growing impossibly bigger and bigger.
“You aren't going to make him come like that, are you?” Akito interrupts, “'cause if you are, this break's not going to be long enough.”
Fujigaya tunes the rest of Akito's comment out, not listening to the babble becoming a habit fast. Though he has to admit, at least to himself, that Akito is right – making Hamada come like this would be a waste. He sinks to the floor, nudges Hamada's legs apart and rubs his cheek against Hamada's dick. He doesn't think he can fit it in his mouth, but Fujigaya is quite experienced at being a tease, so he doubts it will matter. He has in the past gotten people to beg with nothing more than light kisses to dick and balls, fleeting brushes of his fingers and flirty comments.
He settles more comfortably on his knees before looking up at Hamada through his lashes. He can feel the eyes of every person in the room on him, but he ignores them all – one of the secrets to giving amazing blowjobs in front of an audience is to make the recipient feel special, to make him believe that his dick is all you can think about, his pleasure is your whole goal. In this case, that's not difficult at all; Hamada's dick is fascinating, the size alone enough to keep Fujigaya interested.
Fujigaya starts with a kiss to the head of Hamada’s dick, flicking his tongue over the slit. Feathering kisses down the length of the impressive dick, he makes sure to linger in any spot that draws a louder moan from Hamada. At the same time, he trails fingers over Hamada’s balls, gentle caresses that he knows from experience are utterly distracting. Once he reaches the base of Hamada’s dick, he licks his way back up, dragging his tongue over the thick vein.
To switch things up a bit, he sucks Hamada’s balls into his mouth and strokes him with both hands, rough strokes that stand in complete contrast to his previous gentle kisses. Hamada’s ragged breathing and low curses spur him on. Fujigaya lets Hamada’s balls slip from his mouth and licks his lips - it will be difficult, but he’ll be damned if he doesn’t at least try.
Determined, he opens his mouth wide and wraps his lips around the tip of Hamada’s dick. It fits just barely. Slowly, very slowly, Fujigaya takes Hamada’s dick deeper into his mouth. It’s just so big, thick and heavy and perfect, filling his mouth to capacity. It takes all his skill to simply keep his teeth away from the delicate flesh and all his experience won’t let him move faster than at a snail’s pace.
The only sound are Hamada’s moans, everybody else has been awed into silence by Fujigaya’s ability to swallow even the most gigantic dick. Fujigaya bobs his head slowly, taking as much of Hamada’s dick in as he can each time. He keeps stroking Hamada’s dick and balls too, nimble fingers trying to make up for the lack of technique elsewhere - the sheer size of the dick in his mouth won’t allow Fujigaya to use his tongue at all, and he doesn’t even want to consider humming.
Gentle fingers brushing against his cheek pull Fujigaya out of his trance. “I’m close,” Hamada warns, voice strained, clearly holding back.
Fujigaya draws back and lets Hamada’s dick slip out of his mouth. His jaw aches from opening his mouth so far, but he won’t let it show - the main goal is to show that he’s better than Akito, after all. He strokes Hamada with both hands, flicking his tongue over the head at the same time, only drawing back when the first spurt of come hits his tongue. Pulse after pulse of Hamada’s release splashes all over Fujigaya’s face, the amount of come produced as impressive as the size of Hamada’s dick.
Fujigaya licks his lips, feeling proud. There’s cheering behind him, but he couldn’t care less about that. He climbs into Hamada’s lap and leans in for a kiss. Hamada grins and licks his cheek instead, cleaning up some of the come decorating Fujigaya’s face.
Fujigaya does get his kiss finally. Hamada’s hands start to wander all over Fujigaya’s body while they kiss and Fujigaya has a hard time holding back the whine - he’s getting desperate himself by now, Hamada’s strong, warm hands on his skin driving him crazy.
Breaking the kiss, Hamada pulls back just enough to look Fujigaya over properly. “You’re gorgeous,” Hamada says, dragging his thumb over Fujigaya’s swollen lips, ”and you’re even prettier with your face covered in come.”
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It's not stuffing when you can see the outline~no subject
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This au is to die for ngl
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Also I did my best ;; http://writetomyheart.livejournal.com/284579.html
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