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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Ao_no_Exorcist_|_Blue_Exorcist
  Relationship:
      Okumura_Rin/Suguro_"Bon"_Ryuuji
  Character:
      Suguro_"Bon"_Ryuuji, Okumura_Rin
  Additional Tags:
      Alternate_Universe_-_Canon_Divergence, Generic_Fangirl_Continuity, Come
      Shot, Plot_What_Plot/Porn_Without_Plot, Rin_Is_Completely_Shameless
  Series:
      Part 12 of The_Priest's_Son_and_the_Demon
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-06-10 Words: 1413
****** Fantasy ******
by the_original_n_chan
Summary
     Remember that scene in the library? Bon does.
Notes
     If you want to refresh your memory of the library scene, it's here.
     See series_page for continuity note and disclaimer.
“Okay. You ready?” Rin asked.
“Yeah.” Ryuuji wondered a little at Rin’s smirk. He’d been kind of stunned that
Rin had agreed to go along with this, let alone that Rin actually seemed into
the idea. He hoped it wasn’t going to turn out horribly awkward and
embarrassing. “You’re sure—mph!” And Rin’s mouth was on his, kissing deep and
wet and without the least trace of shame or hesitation—quite the opposite, in
fact—as Rin’s body stretched full length against him, both of them already
naked and Rin, at least, well on the way to being hard as he rubbed himself up
against Ryuuji’s thigh. Shit, Rin could kiss. That and the full-body contact,
the movement of Rin’s hips, the flick of his tail against Ryuuji’s legs—it felt
like freefall, soaring and plummeting all at once, and a part of Ryuuji wanted
to just give himself up to it and drag Rin off to the bed right then and there,
forget anything fancy. With an effort, he managed to pull back from the edge,
and from Rin’s mouth, enough to get out a muffled “Wha?”
“A little warm-up, yeah?” Rin’s voice was husky with laughter as much as
desire, his breath a stirring of moist heat against Ryuuji’s skin. “Kind of a
pre-show.” He licked Ryuuji’s chin, just below his mouth, licked at Ryuuji’s
lower lip and then drew it between his own lips and suckled on it. His hand was
on Ryuuji’s cock, feathering up and down it, slow and teasing but insistent,
and Ryuuji felt himself filling, Rin’s fingers tightening around him, beginning
to pump as he grew. Groaning, he bent down into Rin’s kiss as Rin took his
whole mouth once more—and then it was Rin who pulled back, leaving Ryuuji
disoriented and wanting. Rin drew in a deep breath, then blew it out and
grinned. “All right. Now it’s showtime.” Stepping backward with a last trailing
stroke of his tail as it uncurled from Ryuuji’s ankle, he sank down onto his
knees, settled back to sit on his heels, all unhurried, deliberate, and by the
time he’d arranged himself Ryuuji had figured it out. Because this would have
been way too awkward—at least for his comfort—if they’d just jumped straight
into it, but now, with those too-brief moments of contact fresh in their minds,
the sensations still lingering everywhere they’d touched, and both of them
already turned-on....
Hey. Do you remember that time in the library? Would you do that again?
Would you let me watch you, down on the floor like that?
Only this time....
Oh yes. Rin was running both hands slowly down his front, over his chest, his
stomach, fingering all that naked skin, his gaze half-lidded and absorbed, and
when he finally touched his dick, his hand curling around and under it, Ryuuji
felt almost as if it had closed on him instead: the shock of yes, this is
really happening, the tense excitement for what was to come. His hand was on
his own cock, he didn’t remember when that had happened but it didn’t matter as
he stroked himself, as Rin stroked himself, two separate rhythms, one urgency.
Rin was flushed, his breath coming faster—he moaned, low in his throat, tilting
his head to one side to expose the arch of his neck, his hips already working
fiercely, involuntarily. His tail lashed around himself in long, writhing
curves, then slowed as the long-furred tip brushed across Rin’s stomach once,
and then again, more slowly still, curious, exploratory touches before it began
trailing deliberately over his body, stroking and squirming everywhere, thighs,
hips, the peaks of his nipples, the tensed line of his jaw, twining around him
to reach his back, his ass. Like a one-person orgy, oh, fuck. It flickered over
the head of his dick, making him gasp and keen softly, desperately; as it
unwound from around him, he caught the end in his teeth, just below the
tuft—arched his back, flinging his head back, blue eyes slitted for just an
instant before closing entirely, and Ryuuji was so focused on the wrenching
ecstasy on Rin’s face that he didn’t even realize what else was going on until
he felt the wet sploot, sploot, sploot.
On his feet.
Disbelieving, Ryuuji looked down, past his dick, still achingly rigid in his
clenched hand, and stared at the fluid thoroughly splattered across the tops of
both feet. His face burning, the flush of arousal mingling with outrage,
mortification—shit, he didn’t even know what all of these feelings were—he
closed his mouth, then opened it again, but nothing would come out of it
because what the hell do you say when somebody comes on your fucking feet?
Rin spat out his tail with a little wheezing grunt and caught his breath.
Ryuuji glimpsed a flash of an evil grin as Rin ducked his head—just enough to
sting his pride further, and goddamn it, why couldn’t he say anything?—before
Rin bent toward the floor, sliding his hands out ahead of him. For a moment,
Ryuuji was just confused. What, was Rin bowing to him now? For forgiveness,
or....
Then Rin began crawling toward him. So slowly, moving on elbows and knees, one
long stretch of his arm as he reached forward, and then another, his head down
and his ass slightly lifted, his tail held out low, swinging languorously
behind him. Ryuuji could only stare, transfixed. The distance between them was
short; Rin closed it, lowered his head still farther, and—
—licked—
He was licking his own come off Ryuuji’s feet. The realization hit Ryuuji in a
burst of devastating heat, a roiling, molten lust so stark and raw it shocked
him, an appalled fascination that made the smallest sensations searingly vivid.
The stroke of Rin’s tongue, the little flick as it curled away from Ryuuji’s
skin before returning to lick again and again, the pause as Rin
swallowed—swallowed—the gentle puff of Rin’s breath. Then Rin’s tongue
squirming in between his toes, twisting, wriggling deeper, seeking every last
fleck of—Ryuuji’s hand had started moving on himself again, he didn’t know when
or how, only that he needed to, to—faster now, harder, ah, swept up in that
unbearably swelling tension, listening to each tiny, wet sound, watching as
Rin’s whole body shifted, rocking forward with each thrust of his tongue, his
tail lifting higher. And Rin was kissing him, open mouthed, sucking on the tops
of his feet, of his toes, moaning deep in his throat—
Ryuuji didn’t know what sound finally escaped him—something hoarse and
incoherent and wild—but Rin must have sensed the moment even before that,
because he was already moving. Rin sat up fast, leaning back on his heels, just
as Ryuuji’s grip stuttered, tightened, and he drove into it in a last rush as
he came—jerking, violent, the come splashing out, gushing pale streaks across
Rin’s chest as Rin spread his arms wide, opening himself to it, and Ryuuji lost
himself to the release—the crashing, shuddering eruption, the dizzyingly
weightless moment at the peak, and then the fall back from that height into his
suddenly weak-kneed, trembling body.
He staggered a step and bumped up against the wall behind him, found himself
sliding down it before he knew what was going on, until he was sitting sprawled
on the floor, breathing hard and probably looking wild eyed and stupid as he
stared dazedly at Rin. Rin was still for another moment before he opened one
eye, then the other, and returned Ryuuji’s gaze. His eyes sparkled with an
impish delight; he started crawling forward again, and Ryuuji’s heart made a
thudding, panic-stricken leap into his throat, but it was just an ordinary
hands-and-knees crawl, without the...the slinking.
Rin reached Ryuuji at last and sat up, trailed lazy fingers through the mess on
his chest and then brought them to his mouth—licked them, sucked them clean,
all while holding Ryuuji’s gaze, his blue eyes half laughing, half smoldering,
while Ryuuji could only stare, slack-jawed, because somehow Rin had taken his
original dirty thoughts and made them...even dirtier. Holy shit.
Then, grinning, Rin put his arms around Ryuuji’s neck, leaned forward to press
their foreheads together, and Ryuuji could smell the warm, salt-sea traces of
sex on his breath as he chuckled softly.
“So do I give good fantasy, or what?”
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