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sapphoatsunsetTitle: Those Lead Filled Drops: Just Like Arsenic and Lace
Author: beililee
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Ohkura X Hina
Disclaimer: Don’t own
Prompt: top!ohkura, !unestablished relationship, !bloodplay would be nice but not necessary.
Word Count: 443
Warning: bloodplay
A/N: I may have inadvertently created some OOC-ness. I am VERY sorry if I did ^^ (but blood is love, ne!?! ^.~)
Attempt #1 = not loved by the author ^^ I feel there's a disconnect (not intended so it = not good) for JE SMUT/KINK ANON MEME
It started out simply enough, Hina, with his continual insane energy, cutting his finger while opening a box.
“Itai!”
Most friends would have rushed for the first aid kit, bandages and oxygen peroxide in hand. However, there was something hypnotic about the way blood flowed from the cut, an unsteady, seemingly popping flow; Ohkura was helpless to move, wanting nothing more than to flick his tongue out and lap at the droplets. A little odd, yes, for they were just bandmates, but he wanted, an erection starting to brew.
Hina, as it turned out, was fascinated as well; “It’s like bubbles!” He started laughing what would have been a raucous laugh, but the undercurrent of awe and lust undermined that goofiness. Ohkura saw this, heard this, and smirked; now was his chance.
He grasped Hina’s finger and drew it to his own mouth, wrapping his lips around it and sucking, swirling his tongue around it, pleased at the delighted gasp the elder gave in response. The metallic taste stirred longing in his gut, and he nibbled at the wound, wanting more.
“Motto, motto. I want more.” Hina moaned his consent, murmuring “knife… kitchen knife.” pointing in the general direction if said room. Ohkura rushed back with a knife, sharp, gleaming, and smiled at the trust and lack of fear in the elder’s eyes.
Offering his palm, Hina braced himself for the pain, but Ohkura didn’t slice his palm. He only kissed it while reaching for the hem of Hina’s shirt, drawing it up and over the latter’s head.
The knife was placed flat against the elder’s chest as they kissed, a gnashing of lips and teeth, a tangling of tongues. And the knife ‘accidently’ slipped, a shallow gash created, the red welling up.
Ohkura licked his lips, touching a finger to the blood and placing it to Hina’s beautiful lips before leaning his head down and kissing his way through the metallic liquid. The red stained the younger’s lips and the elder moaned, sucking his own blood off the offered digit.
The lust kept growing between them as the blood flowed and pooled, the red color inciting the red hue of desire. The gashes multiplied and soon they were both nude, Ohkura using vasoline that appeared out of nowhere to lubricate Hina’s hole. Then he was in, panting, moans filling the room, thrusting in and out repeatedly.
The spot was found, and they raced toward their red finishes, groaning out from over-stimulation.
And then they came, gasping, collapsing against each other, a tangle of sated limbs.
“Let’s do this again sometime?”
Ohkura nodded against his elder’s shoulder, a smirk playing across his lips.
Author: beililee
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Ohkura X Hina
Disclaimer: Don’t own
Prompt: top!ohkura, !unestablished relationship, !bloodplay would be nice but not necessary.
Word Count: 443
Warning: bloodplay
A/N: I may have inadvertently created some OOC-ness. I am VERY sorry if I did ^^ (but blood is love, ne!?! ^.~)
Attempt #1 = not loved by the author ^^ I feel there's a disconnect (not intended so it = not good) for JE SMUT/KINK ANON MEME
It started out simply enough, Hina, with his continual insane energy, cutting his finger while opening a box.
“Itai!”
Most friends would have rushed for the first aid kit, bandages and oxygen peroxide in hand. However, there was something hypnotic about the way blood flowed from the cut, an unsteady, seemingly popping flow; Ohkura was helpless to move, wanting nothing more than to flick his tongue out and lap at the droplets. A little odd, yes, for they were just bandmates, but he wanted, an erection starting to brew.
Hina, as it turned out, was fascinated as well; “It’s like bubbles!” He started laughing what would have been a raucous laugh, but the undercurrent of awe and lust undermined that goofiness. Ohkura saw this, heard this, and smirked; now was his chance.
He grasped Hina’s finger and drew it to his own mouth, wrapping his lips around it and sucking, swirling his tongue around it, pleased at the delighted gasp the elder gave in response. The metallic taste stirred longing in his gut, and he nibbled at the wound, wanting more.
“Motto, motto. I want more.” Hina moaned his consent, murmuring “knife… kitchen knife.” pointing in the general direction if said room. Ohkura rushed back with a knife, sharp, gleaming, and smiled at the trust and lack of fear in the elder’s eyes.
Offering his palm, Hina braced himself for the pain, but Ohkura didn’t slice his palm. He only kissed it while reaching for the hem of Hina’s shirt, drawing it up and over the latter’s head.
The knife was placed flat against the elder’s chest as they kissed, a gnashing of lips and teeth, a tangling of tongues. And the knife ‘accidently’ slipped, a shallow gash created, the red welling up.
Ohkura licked his lips, touching a finger to the blood and placing it to Hina’s beautiful lips before leaning his head down and kissing his way through the metallic liquid. The red stained the younger’s lips and the elder moaned, sucking his own blood off the offered digit.
The lust kept growing between them as the blood flowed and pooled, the red color inciting the red hue of desire. The gashes multiplied and soon they were both nude, Ohkura using vasoline that appeared out of nowhere to lubricate Hina’s hole. Then he was in, panting, moans filling the room, thrusting in and out repeatedly.
The spot was found, and they raced toward their red finishes, groaning out from over-stimulation.
And then they came, gasping, collapsing against each other, a tangle of sated limbs.
“Let’s do this again sometime?”
Ohkura nodded against his elder’s shoulder, a smirk playing across his lips.
