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telltale_commas
This is soooo late. That's because we did something bad with this month's couple...
This AU pairing became canon.
Ahh!
I'M SORRY FORMER-OTP! At least you will live on in Juicy Bits, in the background...
WARNING: Graphic sexual content below.
~*~*~
JULY
Featuring: Shizuka Inoue, Christopher Larkin
Word Count: 810 (almost the limit, oops)
~*~*~
With his mouth stretched around the hot, rigid girth of Chris's cock, the steady bob of his head between Chris's spread legs, and messy dark hair falling through Chris's grasping fingers, Zuka allowed his eyes to shut.
All was going according to plan so far tonight, but that didn't change the fact that something had gone terribly wrong.
Not between them. Just on Zuka's end.
Because there was no them. There was never supposed to be. There was never going to be.
It didn't hurt. It made him mad, maybe even madder than he'd ever been. Not at Chris, but at himself.
He felt it flaring up again and pushed the backs of Chris's taut thighs—god, they were delicious—up higher, pulling his mouth free and descending it upon the entrance to Chris's body. He heard Chris's uncertain grunt, but it had been his idea in the first place, and Zuka knew he'd have him by the end. He always did.
That was the entire, solitary point to their time together. Chris came to him to explore his sexual boundaries, and Zuka was always willing to oblige. With only a strained business relationship to their credit before this, it made for an odd dynamic.
But that was no longer the case; somehow it had gotten easy.
Well, it had always been easy, in a way. With no friendship to lose and a mutual agreement to keep work separate, it was the ease of simplicity. It was a different kind of ease now.
Comfort. And it showed in everything.
The lack of animosity in work emails, the sense of peace if there was ever a lull in conversation over dinner. How Chris no longer had to build up courage to ask to try something new. Most telling, though, was the desire that remained even when there wasn't the excuse of trying something new.
It was easy because it was familiar—Zuka knew every inch of Chris's body almost better than he knew his own. And it was fun finding all the different ways he could make one man come. But that want of one man disturbed him. It wasn't his style at all.
Chris was moaning quietly now, and holding himself wider for Zuka. All as predicted. Zuka pictured the look of soft desperation that would furrow Chris's brow and part his full lips, but didn't allow himself to sit back and admire it in real time. He pulled back enough to grab the bottle that had been set aside on the bed, slicking two fingers and letting the lubricant warm on them as he listened to Chris's shallow breathing. Finally he took Chris back into his mouth and slid both fingers inside him.
What was infuriating was how little Chris seemed to be feeling these changes. How was the nervous, doe-eyed, virgin man better at being a fuckbuddy than the company bicycle? It made no sense. How could someone like that be in such better control of his heart?
His heart... nope, Zuka was not going there. It wasn't his heart he wanted anyway.
All he wanted was to leave a mark on Chris somewhere, somehow. Zuka felt the change in himself; it wasn't fair for Chris to be unaffected. Hence his plan for tonight.
He let his fingers tease inside of Chris as his mouth got back to work. He wrapped his other arm around Chris's thigh, his palm light on the inside of it before trailing up innocently to the soft span of his stomach, where it remained. Ready, he gave his exploring fingers a slight twist and curled them against the tight heat of Chris's body, until he felt the telltale clenching of muscles under his other hand and heard Chris's sharp intake of breath.
That's the spot.
Quickly he began raining merciless pleasure upon Chris's prone form, his lips tight around Chris's dick and his fingers stroking that spot furiously. He felt the conflict in Chris's body, of wanting more of the sensations and fearing they might be too much, but the safeword never passed his lips. Zuka rewarded him with more—faster—harder—until Chris's whole body bucked and a loud and hoarse cry tore his throat. Zuka pinned him in place and swallowed through it, and eased his fingers free.
He finally let himself take in what was quickly becoming his favourite sight—Chris in trembling, post-orgasmic bliss, his face relaxed and a sheen of sweat coating his body.
A tiny smirk, the closest thing to a smile he'd had all day, crossed Zuka's features as he made his slow way up Chris's body with his mouth, deftly reaching for a condom from the nightstand.
Now, while Chris was too distracted to notice, he would work on leaving his mark... starting with that spot just above Chris's collarbone, where his t-shirts wouldn't reach.
~*~*~
This AU pairing became canon.
Ahh!
I'M SORRY FORMER-OTP! At least you will live on in Juicy Bits, in the background...
WARNING: Graphic sexual content below.
~*~*~
JULY
Featuring: Shizuka Inoue, Christopher Larkin
Word Count: 810 (almost the limit, oops)
~*~*~
With his mouth stretched around the hot, rigid girth of Chris's cock, the steady bob of his head between Chris's spread legs, and messy dark hair falling through Chris's grasping fingers, Zuka allowed his eyes to shut.
All was going according to plan so far tonight, but that didn't change the fact that something had gone terribly wrong.
Not between them. Just on Zuka's end.
Because there was no them. There was never supposed to be. There was never going to be.
It didn't hurt. It made him mad, maybe even madder than he'd ever been. Not at Chris, but at himself.
He felt it flaring up again and pushed the backs of Chris's taut thighs—god, they were delicious—up higher, pulling his mouth free and descending it upon the entrance to Chris's body. He heard Chris's uncertain grunt, but it had been his idea in the first place, and Zuka knew he'd have him by the end. He always did.
That was the entire, solitary point to their time together. Chris came to him to explore his sexual boundaries, and Zuka was always willing to oblige. With only a strained business relationship to their credit before this, it made for an odd dynamic.
But that was no longer the case; somehow it had gotten easy.
Well, it had always been easy, in a way. With no friendship to lose and a mutual agreement to keep work separate, it was the ease of simplicity. It was a different kind of ease now.
Comfort. And it showed in everything.
The lack of animosity in work emails, the sense of peace if there was ever a lull in conversation over dinner. How Chris no longer had to build up courage to ask to try something new. Most telling, though, was the desire that remained even when there wasn't the excuse of trying something new.
It was easy because it was familiar—Zuka knew every inch of Chris's body almost better than he knew his own. And it was fun finding all the different ways he could make one man come. But that want of one man disturbed him. It wasn't his style at all.
Chris was moaning quietly now, and holding himself wider for Zuka. All as predicted. Zuka pictured the look of soft desperation that would furrow Chris's brow and part his full lips, but didn't allow himself to sit back and admire it in real time. He pulled back enough to grab the bottle that had been set aside on the bed, slicking two fingers and letting the lubricant warm on them as he listened to Chris's shallow breathing. Finally he took Chris back into his mouth and slid both fingers inside him.
What was infuriating was how little Chris seemed to be feeling these changes. How was the nervous, doe-eyed, virgin man better at being a fuckbuddy than the company bicycle? It made no sense. How could someone like that be in such better control of his heart?
His heart... nope, Zuka was not going there. It wasn't his heart he wanted anyway.
All he wanted was to leave a mark on Chris somewhere, somehow. Zuka felt the change in himself; it wasn't fair for Chris to be unaffected. Hence his plan for tonight.
He let his fingers tease inside of Chris as his mouth got back to work. He wrapped his other arm around Chris's thigh, his palm light on the inside of it before trailing up innocently to the soft span of his stomach, where it remained. Ready, he gave his exploring fingers a slight twist and curled them against the tight heat of Chris's body, until he felt the telltale clenching of muscles under his other hand and heard Chris's sharp intake of breath.
That's the spot.
Quickly he began raining merciless pleasure upon Chris's prone form, his lips tight around Chris's dick and his fingers stroking that spot furiously. He felt the conflict in Chris's body, of wanting more of the sensations and fearing they might be too much, but the safeword never passed his lips. Zuka rewarded him with more—faster—harder—until Chris's whole body bucked and a loud and hoarse cry tore his throat. Zuka pinned him in place and swallowed through it, and eased his fingers free.
He finally let himself take in what was quickly becoming his favourite sight—Chris in trembling, post-orgasmic bliss, his face relaxed and a sheen of sweat coating his body.
A tiny smirk, the closest thing to a smile he'd had all day, crossed Zuka's features as he made his slow way up Chris's body with his mouth, deftly reaching for a condom from the nightstand.
Now, while Chris was too distracted to notice, he would work on leaving his mark... starting with that spot just above Chris's collarbone, where his t-shirts wouldn't reach.
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Date: 2015-07-20 01:48 am (UTC)And awwwww... yeah I'm not sorry we made them canon. >.>
And dammit Zuka just tell him! Chris is a marshmallow. MARSHMALLOOOOOWWWWWW. :3
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Date: 2015-07-20 01:52 am (UTC)Hahaha. It'll be a while. Zuka still has to realize he actually wants more than just to get under Chris's skin. >.>
Now you can steal my picture again you thief.no subject
Date: 2015-07-20 02:09 am (UTC)I prefer the term 'borrower'.