Fic: Just One More
Mar. 23rd, 2012 12:45 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rikke_leonhartDon't say I didn't warn you, the writing is seriously bad. When I read through it I wanted to stab myself in my eye with my keychain of Saix's weapon, because it is so bad. I actually did clean it a bit, because at the time I wrote it, I thought epithets were gold. I got wiser. Seriously, all the warnings, it's pretty shitty writing. Criticism will be ignored, mark my words, because I know.
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Gackt/Ohno
Disclaimer: Sue me.
Word Count: 2,241
Summary: Gackt has another birthday gift to give.
Notes: Also based on this prompt.
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"I know the best way to celebrate a birthday," Gackt had whispered into Ohno's ear when the cameras stopped rolling.
Ohno had shivered, and Gackt had all but licked his lips in anticipation
And how he got Ohno to come back with him to his house, he had no idea, but Gackt was sure his eyes were predatory and burnt sharply at Ohno, and Ohno trembled when he kissed him roughly, oressing him up against the wall. Gackt deepened the kiss, leaving Ohno no choice but to part his lips obediently, and Gackt plunged his tongue deeply into the depths of his mouth.
Gackt pressed closer, almost squashing Ohno, and the kiss was a mesh of their tongues and lips vying to keep up. It was amazing. It was wet and hot, and above all else addictive. It was even better than he had imagined.
Gackt tugged at Ohno, and Ohno took the hint, following and not even once breaking the kiss, and Gackt noted that Ohno’s fingers were busy with his shirt.
Gackt grinned, kissing him harder and forcing him even closer, and he backed to his bedroom, used to maneuvering in the dark.
His back hit the door to the bedroom and Ohno pressed as close as he could, working those hips that Gackt had fantasized about for months. Gackt smoothed his hands down Ohno’s back and his sides, ending with cupping that ass he’d heard Ninomiya praise several times. Ohno moaned when Gackt kneaded said asset, and he had to agree. That was just perfect.
“Get this off,” Gackt growled and all but shoved Ohno’s jacket off, and his fingers quickly found the hem of Ohno’s shirt. “Stand still.”
But Ohno appeared to have other ideas, and with one hand, he opened the door Gackt was leaning on, and they both tumbled inside the bedroom in a mass of flailing limbs. Gackt took advantage of the diversion and roughly pulled at Ohno’s shirt, dragging it upwards and off, immediately latching onto the exposed collarbones.
And though Gackt usually prided himself for his patience, he was impatient for this. He hooked his fingers in the belt loops, pulling Ohno along with him, shifting his lips to the offered mouth, again. He licked the lips, tasting, and he sucked the pliant bottom lip into his own.
He vaguely acknowledged the sound of thuds as Ohno somehow managed to kick his shoes off, and he wasted no time in pulling even harder at him, turning at the last minute so that Ohno’s back hit the bed first when they reached it. Gackt followed, settling on top of him, pressing sloppy, openmouthed kisses to the pliant lips underneath his own, and he ground down, making Ohno arch up into him.
Shallow breaths followed shallow kisses, and Gackt fondled every inch of skin his fingers could reach, and when that wasn’t enough, he made quick work of Ohno’s pants. He gazed down at his prize.
And smirked.
He licked a trail down from Ohno’s collarbones, down to the waistband of his boxers, and he blew softly, teasingly at the wetness, chuckling when Ohno’s skin raised in goose bumps. Ohno’s slender fingers tugged at his hair and Gackt smirked, raising an eyebrow.
“I can tease,” he said and Ohno almost looked desperate.
Gackt moved up the lithe body, kissing every inch he encountered on his way, and he all but devoured that sweet mouth when he reached it. “But I don’t,” he revealed, “not when I want anyone this much.”
Ohno arched up again when Gackt rolled his hips, and Gackt broke away, looking down.
Ohno looked absolutely sinful, with his skin flushed, lips swollen and red, wet trails glistening all over his body. Gackt’s mouth watered, and fully aware of the fact that he could crush Ohno, he wound his arms tight around him, coaxing Ohno’s body to respond. He slowly let a hand travel down and palm the erection that had formed in Ohno’s boxers, and Ohno shuddered.
“Yes,” Gackt breathed. He wanted nothing more than to see the mean come undone under his hands. He dipped his hand into Ohno’s boxers and wrapped it around the hard length he found, flicking his wrist and giving it few experimental tugs.
Ohno’s eyes almost rolled to the back of his head and his fingers scrambled almost desperately at Gackt’s shirt, seemingly eager to feel skin against skin, and Gackt removed his hand from the boxers and complied, pulling his shirt off and throwing it in the general direction of the floor. He eased down on Ohno again, sliding the boxers off in the process, and he marveled at how perfectly sculpted Ohno’s body was.
“You’re staring,” Ohno said softly and Gackt chuckled.
“I’m not. I’m checking you out.”
“That’s a little late when you already have me like this.”
Gackt laughed lowly. “I thought they said you don’t talk?”
Ohno shrugged, smiling impishly.
“We’re going have to so much fun,” Gackt stated, deciding that on the spot. He didn’t know Ohno well, but the body Ohno was hiding from the rest of the world was naked and presented to him, and Gackt had never been known as a man denying himself pleasure when offered. His arms slid easily around the slim waist, and he knew that the want he saw in Ohno’s eyes was mirrored in his own.
There were so many things that Gackt’s hands wanted to do to Ohno’s body, but he settled for pinching a hip and wrapping his other hand around Ohno’s length again, crawling up to loom over Ohno on his knees.
Ohno moaned and Gackt nearly lost it. Either Ohno wanted to be screwed senseless or was entirely oblivious to just how sexy he was. Ohno reached up to his neck, drawing his head down for another kiss, and Gackt gladly took control, greedily sucking on this lips and that tongue darting out to play. He wasn’t really looking at what he was doing, but he was flexing his wrist expertly, swallowing the drawn out moans that spilled from Ohno’s lips. With one more kiss, he drew his lips away, moving down to lick up a teasing line from the base of the exposed length to the tip.
Ohno’s fingers clawed at the sheets.
And Gackt simply did what he knew felt good. He let his tongue run over the slit, pressing lightly against it before sucking the entire flesh into his mouth, hollowing his cheeks. With both his hands he held Ohno’s hips down, because those dancer’s hips were threatening to bolt off the bed and while Gackt could do a lot of things, he couldn’t deny his gag-reflex, so he wanted to keep Ohno down.
He found a steady rhythm to the sound of incoherent mumbling, pants and gasps from Ohno, and his head bobbed up and down as he sucked and licked, pressing his tongue to the underside. The unhinged pitch of Ohno’s voice was like sweet music to his ears.
Gackt pulled off with a smirk. “Turn over on your side,” he demanded lowly and with his hands on Ohno’s hips, he turned him, easing over him and kissing him hard.
He really hadn’t expected Ohno to really follow him home, but he’d allowed himself to be prepared for the possibility, so he only fumbled for a few seconds until he found the lube and the condom under the pillow. Pulling back from Ohno’s plush lips for a short moment while he coated his fingers, he snapped the tube short and moved in on Ohno again, intending to make Ohno feel like the most desired man in the world.
He thought that up until now, he was doing a good job of it with how Ohno’s erection was digging into his skin, and his fingers brushed down the crease of that sinfully gorgeous ass. Ohno pressed against him when his fingers dipped down, and he circled the hot hole for a few moments before pressing in, and he nearly passed out at the warmth and tightness.
There was just no way he’d be able to get in there and not come in the same instant he was in.
Ohno’s toes were curling in the sheets, his fingernails scratching down Gackt’s shoulder blades as Gackt worked one slick finger inside him, in and out, until he added one more, making Ohno twist on the bed. He curled his fingers and Ohno let out an amazing sound of want at the back of his throat. He pushed his fingers into the knuckles, scissoring them, and he was doing the best he could in kissing Ohno silent at the same time.
Three fingers and Gackt couldn’t swallow the drawn out moan that fell freely from Ohno’s lips.
Ohno’s body jolted uncontrollably against Gackt’s, and his neglected erection strained against the material of his pants, obviously reacting to how deliciously Ohno was squirming against him.
“Getting these off,” he announced and retrieved his fingers, smirking at Ohno’s sounds of protest, and he shucked the pants off, kicking them off the bed and then rolling the condom on. “Where were we?”
Ohno looked at him for a moment before he started laughing, and Gackt pretended to be offended. “Now see if I’ll touch you again.”
Ohno shrugged, still grinning. “I can call Nino.”
Gackt growled. “No, you really can’t.” And he covered Ohno’s body with his own, turning it so they were chest to chest, spreading the legs under his own. He pushed forward, his cock nudging that tight hole and Ohno’s breath hitched. “Tell me you want it.”
Ohno moaned again when Gackt pressed closer.
“Tell me. Do you want it?”
“Yes,” Ohno breathed.
Satisfied, Gackt nudged closer, the head of his erection slipping inside, and he sent a quick prayer so as not to come on the spot. Ohno squirmed, writhing under him, and Gackt almost lost it.
“God,” Ohno hissed when Gackt pressed deeper, and his muscles clenched rhythmically, making Gackt slump over him with a groan.
“You’re killing me,” Gackt growled and rocked closer, more inside and suddenly, he was sheathed to the hilt and the pleasure was beyond gratifying. The heat was scorching and Ohno’s body was clenching steadily, squeezing him.
Gackt hissed when Ohno’s nails dug painfully into his skin, and he answered that with a firm thrust that made Ohno moan loudly.
“Your nails,” Gackt breathed, “they’re claws. Kitten.”
Ohno chuckled. “Not a cat.”
Gackt thrust in harder, making Ohno sigh in pleasure. The older man wrapped one arm around Ohno’s shoulders, the other around the slim waist, and he sat up on his knees, dragging Ohno up with him, and the new angle made Ohno hiss.
Experimentally, Gackt rolled his hips and Ohno clamped down, meeting him halfway and Gackt nearly saw stars.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” he rasped out, “you’re killing me.”
“So you say,” Ohno breathed out in hard gasps into the skin of Gackt’s shoulder. Gackt reached up to tug Ohno’s head down, and he ravaged the mouth he found, sucking eagerly on the lips and that ready tongue. It wasn’t so much the want to win that battle as much as the need for more. Delving deeper, he felt every corner of that sweet mouth, and satisfied, he pulled away, allowing the younger man to breathe.
Ohno’s face was flushed, his eyes closed and the eyelashes resting gently on his cheeks. Those glistening and pouty lips were parted and arousal flared in Gackt’s belly when he watched a tongue wet those lips.
His eyes and fingers ran fervently over Ohno’s chest, toned and fit and impossibly smooth with the remnants of a deep tan. He licked the younger man’s jaw, eliciting a pleasurable sound from that enticing voice.
He bit down at the neck when Ohno clamped down hard around him again, and he thrust harder to match, twice more and then Ohno came, his body jerking and contracting and Gackt couldn’t do anything else than follow Ohno’s path of release.
Panting, he eased Ohno backwards until they both were lying down and Gackt gingerly slid out.
Ohno’s fingers breezed gently through his hair, and he chuckled breathily before stirring and trying to get out from under Gackt, out of bed. Gackt frowned and held on to his waist.
“I have to go,” Ohno still chuckled, “seriously. I have recordings soon.”
“You stay.”
“Recording,” Ohno repeated, trying to unwind Gackt’s arms. “Or else you’ll have four people storming in here demanding an explanation that better be good or there’ll be bloodshed.”
“I know karate,” Gackt returned. “And your bandmates are scrawny.”
Ohno rolled his eyes. “And you haven’t seen Nino or Matsujun consumed by bloodlust. Karate or not, you won’t stand a chance.”
Gackt almost pouted, but he let go of him anyway. He watched as Ohno cleaned up as well as he could and then got dressed. Ohno turned towards him, then stepped over to the bed and leaned down, pressing a lingering kiss to Gackt’s lips.
“Thank you,” he muttered, straightening up and making for the door.
“Happy birthday,” Gackt called out after him and the last he saw of Ohno was his body silhouetted in the doorway.
He really hoped that his house could withstand Arashi if it came to that.
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