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writtentofreedom) wrote2018-07-22 06:25 pm
writtentofreedom) wrote2018-07-22 06:25 pm
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[Fanfic] there's no romance in this bed (just a snake) [NSFW]
Summary: It’s Izumo’s free day, which means he’ll have his lazy morning and no one can say otherwise, not even his boyfriend.
Tags: Algeki, Osaki Izumo/Shibuya Yosuke, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Morning Sex
Word count: 1k
Beta'd by: Velvet (@velvedeer)
Finish date: 5/11/18
Can also be read on AO3 here!
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Izumo's pretty sure he doesn't have anything to do today, which is good, because no one is going to pull him away from his bed before noon if they know what's good for them. He burrows further into the warmth, inhaling the softness and the scent of whatever ugly shampoo Yousuke uses, cringing a little but not making any moves away from it.
Yousuke himself murmurs something sleepily from where his head is tucked against the top of Izumo's. Whether he has enough will to question whatever Yousuke said is debatable, but he's spared from deciding when Yousuke shifts, spits out a mouthful of Izumo's hair, and repeats, "Good morning."
"G'mun," Izumo responds in kind. The warmth is intoxicating, lulling him into a daze that almost transitions into unconsciousness when he feels movement and warm air against his face, as well as--
"That's absolutely gross, Yousuke. No way." He splays a hand across Yousuke's face, keeping him from coming any closer. "No morning breath kisses."
"Aw, Izumo," Yousuke whines, pressing his face against Izumo's cheek instead and blowing a disgustingly wet kiss, "Where's the romance?"
"It was gone when you started drooling on my hair," Izumo grumbles back. He's a lot more awake than he'd like to be now, and he'll make sure Yousuke knows whose fault that is.
"Sorry," Yousuke says, sounding entirely unapologetic. He beams down at Izumo's barely-open eyes. "Let me make it up to you. Trust me."
Everything in there sounded like a bad idea, especially those last two words, and Izumo opens his mouth to tell Yousuke exactly that when instead he squeaks out a gasp because his pants are now down and that warmly humid puff against his face is now against his dick.
"Yousuke.” He’s not actually sure if he wants to tell Yousuke to stop or not. Yousuke does stop though, warm hands rubbing little circles against the insides of Izumo's thighs as he looks up and cocks his head.
"Yes?" He looks so much like a puppy that Izumo just shuts his eyes again so he doesn't have to see it.
"You'd better make it damn good," he grumbles, accepting that nothing he says will stop Yousuke and that, regardless of why Yousuke had thought this was a good idea, he might not want Yousuke to stop.
"Of course!" Yousuke is annoyingly cheerful as he plucks the bottle of lube and returns to Izumo's dick. A slicked-up hand wraps around Izumo's dick, and Izumo feels the electricity tingling through him as Yousuke pumps, tongue lapping against the head.
Yousuke's tongue is warm, his hand is warm, and Izumo finds himself melting in it all, a high-strung energy that zaps through his insides and sends his body sinking into the mattress. It burns through his body as Yousuke's mouth envelopes him, covering up the faint sensation of hands pressing up against his knees, his thighs, his hips. He almost doesn't notice where Yousuke's fingers are moving. Then he feels them brush a bit lower.
"W-wait. Wait, stop, st-stop." He opens his eyes, and Yousuke has indeed stopped, looking up at him quizzically. Thank goodness. "We’re not doing that. I got a few jobs lined up for tomorrow and I'm not risking it just so you can fuck me."
"Ah, is that it?" Yousuke's grin blinds him for a moment. "Alright, then don't worry about it. I'll take care of you."
Again with that. Izumo rolls his eyes, but lays back down, letting his eyes slide back shut as Yousuke's mouth returns to his dick and Yousuke's hands resume rubbing at his thighs.
He's not sure how much longer Yousuke just spends like that, warm mouth and warm hands caressing him, but it's honestly really nice, and he basks in the attention up until something cold touches in between his thighs and pulls his breath out from under him.
"Holy shit!"
"Oops, sorry! Should've warmed that," Yousuke mumbles, and Izumo groans, peeking an eye open to see what the hell Yousuke is doing this time.
Lube covers Yousuke's hands and Izumo's thighs, and Izumo grimaces as Yousuke rubs his lubed hands together a bit before applying more to between Izumo’s legs.
"Don't fucking clean your hands off on my bedsheets," he snaps, and Yousuke salutes, getting more lube everywhere. Terrible.
It's less terrible after Yousuke remembers to clean his hands off, tossing the tissues aside before climbing onto Izumo and kissing him. His morning breath definitely sucks ass, but Izumo doesn't feel like complaining again, not when Yousuke's hand is around his dick, not when Yousuke's mouth is pressed up against his so nicely, tongue warm and intoxicating as it brushes against the inside of Izumo’s mouth. A pleasant tingle pulses along his spine. He sighs into another kiss, arms on Yousuke's neck to pull him in further as Yousuke presses down.
"Do you want to turn over, or-- mm," Yousuke murmurs, humming as he smothers Izumo in kisses. He probably should turn over, but also he wants Yousuke to keep kissing him. Yousuke seems to understand, chuckling a little as he nuzzles against Izumo's cheek. "You can probably come just like this, huh."
"Maybe," Izumo replies. He probably can, but that's the closest he'll go to admitting it. "Quit talking and kiss me more." Yousuke eagerly complies, and for a while they're just kissing, blissfully, lazily.
It's a while before Izumo realizes, slowly and hazily, that Yousuke is humping his leg, and accepts that he should turn over. He hates putting himself on display like that, not relaxing until he feels Yousuke's body pressing along his back, Yousuke's warmth enveloping him and calming him down. Yousuke's dick slowly slides in between his legs, a rumble against him as Yousuke hums contentment in his ear.
"You feel so good," Yousuke sighs. Izumo's ears burn at the compliment, even as he can feel his dick enjoying the verbal attention. The only good thing about this position is that Yousuke can’t see the embarrassment on his face.
"Then move already," he snaps. Yousuke is once again quick to follow his orders, dick grinding against the inside of Izumo's thighs as he thrusts. Izumo groans when he feels Yousuke's breath against his neck, hot and ragged as Yousuke concentrates on moving.
Yousuke’s hands hold him in place, steady and strong against his hips. They’re big hands, big and warm and soft like a puppy’s oversized paws. He makes fun of Yousuke for them usually, but right now their size is appreciated as the tingling under his skin intensifies right where the palms mold against him.
The pillow against his face muffles his noises, and he knows he’ll complain later about it being covered in drool, but right now it doesn’t matter. Nothing matters except Yousuke’s skin on his, the slide of his dick along Izumo’s thighs. His breath is electric, his touch is electric, and Izumo melts.
"I love you," Yousuke says, and it's embarrassing but also exactly what Izumo needs to hear at that moment, the weight of it soaking into him like the morning sunlight. He finds the words moving him along even faster, moaning as Yousuke repeats them.
"I'm close," he whimpers. Yousuke's dick seems to get harder, Yousuke driving in faster at Izumo's admission.
"I love you so much," Yousuke continues against Izumo's ear, mindlessly babbling as he fucks harder into Izumo's thighs, and Izumo crumbles right there, shaking as he comes, Yousuke's voice warm against his skin.
It takes him a lot longer than he’s proud of to realize that Yousuke pulls away and strokes himself to completion, long enough that Yousuke’s gone and come back with a wet towel.
“Wha?”
“Yes?” Yousuke looks up from wiping the mess off Izumo’s thighs.
“You could’ve kept going,” he mumbles.
“You don’t usually like that, though.” He’s right. Usually when they’re fucking, the overstimulation has him in a bad mood afterwards. This time, though…
“It was nice just now,” he admits quietly. “Nothing, just forget that,” he amends when Yousuke gives him a questioning look.
Yousuke shrugs and goes to put the towel away before returning. “I have jobs starting a bit later, but I can stay with you until I have to go?”
Izumo checks the time. “Good. There’s two hours before noon, and none of you can get me off this bed before then.”
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And this is the last I needed to move over. Thank you so much for putting up with this, and now we will return to Lee's regular snail pace.
Tags: Algeki, Osaki Izumo/Shibuya Yosuke, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Morning Sex
Word count: 1k
Beta'd by: Velvet (@velvedeer)
Finish date: 5/11/18
Can also be read on AO3 here!
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Izumo's pretty sure he doesn't have anything to do today, which is good, because no one is going to pull him away from his bed before noon if they know what's good for them. He burrows further into the warmth, inhaling the softness and the scent of whatever ugly shampoo Yousuke uses, cringing a little but not making any moves away from it.
Yousuke himself murmurs something sleepily from where his head is tucked against the top of Izumo's. Whether he has enough will to question whatever Yousuke said is debatable, but he's spared from deciding when Yousuke shifts, spits out a mouthful of Izumo's hair, and repeats, "Good morning."
"G'mun," Izumo responds in kind. The warmth is intoxicating, lulling him into a daze that almost transitions into unconsciousness when he feels movement and warm air against his face, as well as--
"That's absolutely gross, Yousuke. No way." He splays a hand across Yousuke's face, keeping him from coming any closer. "No morning breath kisses."
"Aw, Izumo," Yousuke whines, pressing his face against Izumo's cheek instead and blowing a disgustingly wet kiss, "Where's the romance?"
"It was gone when you started drooling on my hair," Izumo grumbles back. He's a lot more awake than he'd like to be now, and he'll make sure Yousuke knows whose fault that is.
"Sorry," Yousuke says, sounding entirely unapologetic. He beams down at Izumo's barely-open eyes. "Let me make it up to you. Trust me."
Everything in there sounded like a bad idea, especially those last two words, and Izumo opens his mouth to tell Yousuke exactly that when instead he squeaks out a gasp because his pants are now down and that warmly humid puff against his face is now against his dick.
"Yousuke.” He’s not actually sure if he wants to tell Yousuke to stop or not. Yousuke does stop though, warm hands rubbing little circles against the insides of Izumo's thighs as he looks up and cocks his head.
"Yes?" He looks so much like a puppy that Izumo just shuts his eyes again so he doesn't have to see it.
"You'd better make it damn good," he grumbles, accepting that nothing he says will stop Yousuke and that, regardless of why Yousuke had thought this was a good idea, he might not want Yousuke to stop.
"Of course!" Yousuke is annoyingly cheerful as he plucks the bottle of lube and returns to Izumo's dick. A slicked-up hand wraps around Izumo's dick, and Izumo feels the electricity tingling through him as Yousuke pumps, tongue lapping against the head.
Yousuke's tongue is warm, his hand is warm, and Izumo finds himself melting in it all, a high-strung energy that zaps through his insides and sends his body sinking into the mattress. It burns through his body as Yousuke's mouth envelopes him, covering up the faint sensation of hands pressing up against his knees, his thighs, his hips. He almost doesn't notice where Yousuke's fingers are moving. Then he feels them brush a bit lower.
"W-wait. Wait, stop, st-stop." He opens his eyes, and Yousuke has indeed stopped, looking up at him quizzically. Thank goodness. "We’re not doing that. I got a few jobs lined up for tomorrow and I'm not risking it just so you can fuck me."
"Ah, is that it?" Yousuke's grin blinds him for a moment. "Alright, then don't worry about it. I'll take care of you."
Again with that. Izumo rolls his eyes, but lays back down, letting his eyes slide back shut as Yousuke's mouth returns to his dick and Yousuke's hands resume rubbing at his thighs.
He's not sure how much longer Yousuke just spends like that, warm mouth and warm hands caressing him, but it's honestly really nice, and he basks in the attention up until something cold touches in between his thighs and pulls his breath out from under him.
"Holy shit!"
"Oops, sorry! Should've warmed that," Yousuke mumbles, and Izumo groans, peeking an eye open to see what the hell Yousuke is doing this time.
Lube covers Yousuke's hands and Izumo's thighs, and Izumo grimaces as Yousuke rubs his lubed hands together a bit before applying more to between Izumo’s legs.
"Don't fucking clean your hands off on my bedsheets," he snaps, and Yousuke salutes, getting more lube everywhere. Terrible.
It's less terrible after Yousuke remembers to clean his hands off, tossing the tissues aside before climbing onto Izumo and kissing him. His morning breath definitely sucks ass, but Izumo doesn't feel like complaining again, not when Yousuke's hand is around his dick, not when Yousuke's mouth is pressed up against his so nicely, tongue warm and intoxicating as it brushes against the inside of Izumo’s mouth. A pleasant tingle pulses along his spine. He sighs into another kiss, arms on Yousuke's neck to pull him in further as Yousuke presses down.
"Do you want to turn over, or-- mm," Yousuke murmurs, humming as he smothers Izumo in kisses. He probably should turn over, but also he wants Yousuke to keep kissing him. Yousuke seems to understand, chuckling a little as he nuzzles against Izumo's cheek. "You can probably come just like this, huh."
"Maybe," Izumo replies. He probably can, but that's the closest he'll go to admitting it. "Quit talking and kiss me more." Yousuke eagerly complies, and for a while they're just kissing, blissfully, lazily.
It's a while before Izumo realizes, slowly and hazily, that Yousuke is humping his leg, and accepts that he should turn over. He hates putting himself on display like that, not relaxing until he feels Yousuke's body pressing along his back, Yousuke's warmth enveloping him and calming him down. Yousuke's dick slowly slides in between his legs, a rumble against him as Yousuke hums contentment in his ear.
"You feel so good," Yousuke sighs. Izumo's ears burn at the compliment, even as he can feel his dick enjoying the verbal attention. The only good thing about this position is that Yousuke can’t see the embarrassment on his face.
"Then move already," he snaps. Yousuke is once again quick to follow his orders, dick grinding against the inside of Izumo's thighs as he thrusts. Izumo groans when he feels Yousuke's breath against his neck, hot and ragged as Yousuke concentrates on moving.
Yousuke’s hands hold him in place, steady and strong against his hips. They’re big hands, big and warm and soft like a puppy’s oversized paws. He makes fun of Yousuke for them usually, but right now their size is appreciated as the tingling under his skin intensifies right where the palms mold against him.
The pillow against his face muffles his noises, and he knows he’ll complain later about it being covered in drool, but right now it doesn’t matter. Nothing matters except Yousuke’s skin on his, the slide of his dick along Izumo’s thighs. His breath is electric, his touch is electric, and Izumo melts.
"I love you," Yousuke says, and it's embarrassing but also exactly what Izumo needs to hear at that moment, the weight of it soaking into him like the morning sunlight. He finds the words moving him along even faster, moaning as Yousuke repeats them.
"I'm close," he whimpers. Yousuke's dick seems to get harder, Yousuke driving in faster at Izumo's admission.
"I love you so much," Yousuke continues against Izumo's ear, mindlessly babbling as he fucks harder into Izumo's thighs, and Izumo crumbles right there, shaking as he comes, Yousuke's voice warm against his skin.
It takes him a lot longer than he’s proud of to realize that Yousuke pulls away and strokes himself to completion, long enough that Yousuke’s gone and come back with a wet towel.
“Wha?”
“Yes?” Yousuke looks up from wiping the mess off Izumo’s thighs.
“You could’ve kept going,” he mumbles.
“You don’t usually like that, though.” He’s right. Usually when they’re fucking, the overstimulation has him in a bad mood afterwards. This time, though…
“It was nice just now,” he admits quietly. “Nothing, just forget that,” he amends when Yousuke gives him a questioning look.
Yousuke shrugs and goes to put the towel away before returning. “I have jobs starting a bit later, but I can stay with you until I have to go?”
Izumo checks the time. “Good. There’s two hours before noon, and none of you can get me off this bed before then.”
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And this is the last I needed to move over. Thank you so much for putting up with this, and now we will return to Lee's regular snail pace.