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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:
      Okumura_Rin, Suguro_"Bon"_Ryuuji, Okumura_Yukio
  Additional Tags:
      Blow_Jobs, First_Time_Blow_Jobs, Public_Blow_Jobs, cockslut_rin_tho,
      Smut, Plot_What_Plot/Porn_Without_Plot, Come_Swallowing
  Series:
      Part 2 of SINK_YOUR_TEETH_INTO_MY_FLESH
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-07-27 Words: 3660
****** I WANNA LICK THE WRAPPER ******
by jean_huh_kirschnickerdoodle
Summary
     When paired up for their first mission as exwires; sexual tension and
     inappropriate quips lead to Rin on his knees.
Notes
     okay for any of you who are readers of mine, you're aware by now that
     i name literally everything i write after whatever i'm writing to. so
     i guess i should include that. so
     wrote this to this_song
     so this is going to be either really hot or really boring :/
See the end of the work for more notes
“Okay, then that leaves…” Yukio looked over the top of his paper, lip curling
just barely as if he was dreading the outcome. “Rin and Suguro.”
Both boys looked up when their name was called, eyes turning toward each other
before Bon turned away with a huff. Rin’s eyes narrowed as he watched him, all
tension and frustration. Did he really have to be such a dick about being
paired with him?
“You two will go to the mall and deal with the infestation there.” Yukio
crossed his arms over his chest and let out an exasperated sigh that Rin was
all too familiar with. “And please, try not to fight. I’m not going to come
bail you out of they decide to restrain you.”
Liar.
“Why do you I have to go with this dumbass?” Bon growled out, pulling Rin’s
attention back to him. His eyes narrowed and lips parted in disbelief, fingers
closing into fists.
“What the fu—”
“Because fatal verses seem to be the easiest way to deal with the problem, and
as you know, Arias are completely vulnerable when reciting. So,” Yukio’s voice
tightened with irritation, “you need someone to defend you while you fight.
Teamwork, Suguro. Teamwork.”
Rin almost laughed as he watched the furrow between Suguro’s brows deepen and
his lips curl up in a snarl, muttering to himself.
“Yeah, hear that? You need me to protect you, princess.” This time he did
laugh, almost skipping past Bon and out of his arm’s reach.
“You son of a—”
“Suguro. Do not start a fight.” Yukio’s voice was firm, inarguable.
“I—what—why amIthe one who’s starting shit?!” Bon let out a frustrated growl,
throwing on his jacket and storming out after Rin.
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“Are you gonna be like that the whole way?” Rin stretched, hands resting behind
his head as he walked ahead of Bon.
The mall they were ordered to exorcise was visible from the door that Yukio had
let them through, but even so, it was still a good fifteen minute walk. And
Suguro had yet to stop grumbling to himself.
“I’ll be however I want. It’s your fault for—” Bon bit off what he was going to
say, teeth clamping shut and face turning away from Rin. He thought he saw pink
on those cheeks.
Not like I made you watch.
Rin smirked to himself, turning back ahead. He hadn’t said anything to Bon
about it, but it was pretty fucking obvious his classmate was hung up on
catching him fucking his own ass.
“Or maybe it had more to do with calling your name.” Rin muttered to himself,
certain it was too quiet for Suguro to hear.
“What the fuck’d you say? You trying to start shit already?”
Rin could only snort, shaking his head softly. So much damn tension, as if
someone had shoved a mannequin stand up his ass and threaded his veins with
wire.
“Not a damn thing. Just don’t burn yourself out before we get to, y’know, the
actual demon.” Rin couldn’t help be a little smug about it all, finding it far
too amusing how hung up Bon was. And how obvious he was. And how fucking easy
it was to rile him up, taut and ready to snap.
“Mephy Centre…?” It was the first thing Bon had said since Rin called him out,
pausing as he looked up at the large, bubbled words above the entryway,
completely with a chibi, winking, purple-haired man in the corner.
“Mephisto…owns a mall?” Rin could only blink in disbelief.
“Whatever, let’s just get this over with.” Bon grumbled, moving past Rin and
none-too-gently bumping into his shoulder.
Stifling an irritated sigh, he followed his classmate. It was going to be a
long day.
Suguro said nothing as he and Rin walked through the mall. It was surprisingly
crowded for a weekday afternoon, but what did he know, it’s not like he had
ever had friends to go hang out with. Usually he was in trouble for retaliating
when someone called him a demon, restricted to the monastery grounds. It wasn’t
bad, really. The guys were good to him, and Yuki and his old man were there,
too.
It had been…nice, in its way.
He’d taken it for granted.
“Come the fuck on, I’m not waiting for you.” Bon was staring at him, chestnut
eyes narrowed.
“No one asked you to.” Rin knew he shouldn’t snap, knew if Yuki was there he’d
get bitched at for it. But he was getting real sick of Bon’s attitude.
He pushed past the brunet, not bothering to look up at him as he did. The smell
of the mall was overwhelming; bad chinese and day old pizza from the food
court, and someone forgot to bathe for a day or six. It was suffocating and
made his stomach churn in a way that even Mephisto’s little demon oatmeal
couldn’t.
Never had he appreciated a breath of slightly stale air as he did when the
people started to dwindle as they moved toward the less traveled areas of the
mall. He’d take stale over armpit any day.
“So, what, are you just being a dick because you didn’t get paired with
Shiemi.”
Rin could practically taste the smug smile of Bon’s voice. He crinkled his
nose, eyes wandering the darkened hallway as he pushed open the door aptly
marked ‘employees only. Do not enter.’
“This again?” He crossed his arms over his chest, stopping at the top of a set
of cement stairs leading down into the maintenance room. Rin was pretty sure
they weren’t allowed here but could only presume they had some special pass due
to the whole there’s-a-coal-tar-infestation-here-please-kill-them-and-save-our-
asses thing. Perks to being an exorcist, he guessed, even if they were only
exwires.
“Well, she’s you’re girlfriend right?” There was a certain pretentiousness in
his voice that clawed at what little restraint Rin was holding onto.
“I told you before that she’s not!” The raven growled out, eyes flashing toward
Bon. They only made contact for a second before they both looked away, Rin
knowing his cheeks were a little pink.
It’d been no secret he’d had a crush on Shiemi, but Bon knew, Bon had seen. Why
did he have to be such a dick about it when clearly he wasn’t crushing on the
cute blond anymore?
“Besides, she has a thing for moleface.”
“Mr. Okumura?” Bon quirked an eyebrow in disbelief. Little Shiemi having a
thing for the teacher… “I guess I can see that.”
Rin smirked, turning back toward Bon. “Don’t tell me you’re smitten by the
teacher, too?”
Suguro’s brows instantly furrowed, turning angrily toward Rin. It was
satisfying. “What the fu—”
A clamoring crash cut him off, the sound of a ceiling panel cracking and
clattering to the floor, followed by the high-pitched scratch-shriek of coal
tars. A lot of them. It was loud and chaotic, like thousands of tiny yelling
birds that refused to synchronize, a dark maelstrom pouring from the ceiling,
speckled by green.
They were normally adorable and harmless and Rin may or may not have vaguely
wondered if he could keep one as a pet. But en masse they were terrifying. And
threatening.
And deadly.
“Shit.” Bon licked his lips, eyes wide as he looked at the demon horde.
Rin heard his feet shuffle and back hit the closed door behind them, muffled by
mad chirping of the coal tars. Then there was silence, words dripping from
Bon’s lips as his voice fell into a familiar cadence of recitation. And that
was all it took for all hell to break loose.
The mass shivered and shook, pulsing and tightening before letting out a
deafening, wall-shaking shriek that left Rin with clamped-teeth and watering
eyes, hands covering his ears. And then it moved, diving toward them, waves of
black crashing in upon each other.
“Fuck, hurry up with that verse!” Rin didn’t hesitate, pulling the sword from
his back—careful to keep it sheathed. He didn’t need to kill them, simply keep
them back. His steps seemed to echo, ting, ting, ting, as he pushed himself
onto the metal rail and then leapt—sword overhead and plunging headstrong into
the mass.
It was probably stupid. And definitely chaotic. He was blind in there. Nothing
but a blur of black and green and the deafening, piercing cry scratching at his
eardrums. Time was different in there, and he wasn’t sure how long it had been.
Probably less than a minute, but it felt like somewhere that was a heartbeat
and forever all at once.
And then they poofed, dissolving into ash and leaving a heaving Rin standing in
the emptiness—the whir of machines eerily silent compared to the coal-tars’
chirping.
“Okumura!”
Rin grinned, eyes lifting to the top of the railing. Why was he so satisfied by
that tiny lilt of concern. “I’m good. You okay?”
“Yeah, mostly. Some got through but nothing I couldn’t handle. Maybe if you had
stayed here instead of fucking diving in like a maniac—”
Of all the flavors and you choose salty.
Rin’s jaw tightened, teeth clenched tight, as he pushed past him and threw the
door open. “Just figured you’d want a nice look at my ass before we went into
battle.”
The half-demon grinned, not turning back. He could almost hear Bon’s words
caught in his throat.
“What the fuck did you say!?” Bon’s voice was a harsh growl, muffled by
distance as Rin turned the corner back into the main area of the mall. He
couldn’t help but grin, hands stuffed into his pockets as he strolled away.
“Hey! I’m fucking talking to you!”
Rin was still grinning when a strong hand clamped down onto his shoulder,
spinning him and shoving him against a wall, fingers fisting into the front of
his shirt. Somehow the way people looked, small gasps of concern escaping their
lips, made it all the more satisfying.
Bon’s face was close, hands hot even through the cotton of his shirt. His lips
pulled back in anger, teeth tight, and Rin couldn’t help notice the heat
pooling in his core. As if all that white-hot anger was pouring into him,
lighting him up from within.
He didn’t hate it.
“You wanna say that again?” Bon could be intimidating, he really could. The
inches he had on Rin, the extra muscle, the piercings and hair and obvious
outward disdain, by all means he should be threatened. But somehow he found
himself reveling in it all.
He didn’t turn away, he didn’t back down.
Rin only smirked, smugness pulling at his lips and narrowing his eyes as he
tilted his head, the space between them lessening and breath hot on Bon’s skin.
“Maybe you shouldn’t have been so obvious that you were checking out my ass all
day.” Slender fingers wrapped around Bon’s wrist and his eyes never faltered. A
challenge.
Bon’s eyes flicked back and forth between Rin’s, and the raven thought he could
hear his teeth grinding.
“Maybe you were thinking how it’d feel ar—” Rin’s word cut off, air puffing
from his lips as Bon jerked him by the shirt, pushing him harshly into the wall
again, head thudding against the hard surface.
Still grinning, he didn’t waver. He could see it in Suguro’s eyes. Fear.
Paranoia. Had he been found out? What did it mean? Why didn’t he hate it? And
Rin knew, he knew, that just translated into anger.
And it fueled him. Oh, did it fuel him. It left his body heated and hungry.
Left him wanting to push, push, until Bon snapped. Until he slammed him into
the wall and lifted him off the ground and dug into him, leaving him shaking
and spent and filled to the brim.
“Should we do something..?”
“Maybe we should call security?”
The whispers were getting louder, more frequent. More concerned. By all rights,
it looked like Rin was being bullied by a delinquent.
“Dammit, come here.” Suguro didn’t wait for a response, pulling Rin by his
shirtfront back down the hall they’d just come out of. The shorter man followed
willingly, grinning as he took a few steps past him and into the alcove.
“Why the fuck are you starting shit, Okumura?” Bon’s hands were in fists, brows
furrowed as he looked down at him.
He’d stopped using his first name since he caught him getting off.
“Hey you were the one staring at my ass.” He took a step closer, Bon taking a
step back and finding himself against a wall.
“I wasn’t—”
“Sure you were,” Another step. “Have been for awhile now. Can’t stop thinking
what it’d be like—all wet and spread open for you.” Rin grinned, gap nearly
closed between them, feet between Bon’s. “Probably wondering what it’d taste
like.”
Closing the gap, he crashed his lips into Suguro’s. It was harsh, more teeth
than kiss, tugging at his lower lip and looking up at him through narrowed
eyes.
“What the fuck, Okumura!?” Bon shoved him back, cheeks flushed as he wiped the
back of his hand over his mouth. “Why would I even think something li—”
Rin shoved him back against the wall, pinning him with his body and leaning
close to his ear.
“I know you saw.” The tension he felt in Bon’s body sent a shiver through his
own. Smirking, he scraped his teeth gingerly over the blush-reddened lobe,
relishing the way his breath shuddered in his chest, hidden and quiet but
calling for more.
“I know you watched me finger my ass,” He pressed he face close to his neck,
breath hot on his skin, pulse pounding as he trailed his tongue over the tender
flesh. “Watched me call your name as I fucked myself.”
“Rin…” Bon swallowed hard, audible around the lump in his throat, the raven
watching his adam’s apple bob under the skin.
“I bet you’ve been thinking about it,” Rin swallowed hard, finding it hard to
hold back. He let out a stuttered breath, eyes catching Bon’s before he dropped
to his knees with a thud.
“Wait—what are you—”
Rin grinned, slender fingers deftly undoing Bon’s button, pulling the zipper
down, his eyes locked onto the bulge inside the other’s underwear.
“You know,” He didn’t looked up, fingers tugging at Bon’s pants. “You can run
if you want.”
There was a pause; two, three, four…
“But be let’s be real, you’ve been wondering what it’d feel like,” Blue eyes
flicked to Bon’s, “to have my lips around your dick.” Rin didn’t hesitate, lips
pink as he mouthed the bulge through cotton.
Rin didn’t think he’d ever seen Suguro’s eyes so wide. He wanted to see them
heavy, pupils blow and eyes dazed as he sucked him dried. Oh how he wanted to
feel him, heat in his mouth, against his tongue. What would he taste like,
smell like? Would he shiver and swell, or dig his fingers into his hair and
fuck his throat?
“I’ve been wondering, too, Bon.” He quirked an eyebrow, fingers hooking under
the band of Bon’s boxers.
“Don’t—don’t call me that.”
Rin could only grin, same old Bon.
“Whatever you say, Suguro~” With a tug, he pulled down Bon’s underwear, freeing
his erection. It sprung from its confines, bouncing and nearly slapping Rin in
the face. Still, he eyed it with wonder.
It looked delicious.
Rin licked his lips, eyes taking in every impressive inch. It was thick and
darker than his, pulse beating beneath the smooth shaft that disappeared into a
well-kept thatch of dark hair, balls tight below. A small, silky bead of white
formed at the tip, threatening to spill over, begging to be lapped up.
“Can you…can you stop fucking staring at my dick?” Bon’s fists trembled at his
sides, face turned away and cheeks red, so fucking red.
“Heh, you’re right, let me properly appreciate it.”
There was a sharp gasp as Rin pressed his lips to the head of Bon’s dick.
Twisting his tongue, he slipped it over the slit, precum slipping over muscle.
It was salty and bitter and disgusting.
And fuck did he love it.
He wanted more.
“O-Okum—”
“Don’t call me that.” Rin growled at him, lips shiny as he pulled off his dick.
There was a moment of challenge between them, Bon staring at him, on his knees
with his lips a breath away from his cock.
He broke eye contact first, slender fingers wrapping around his shaft, stilling
it only so he could run the length of his cock with his tongue. He shivered,
ingraining Bon’s taste into his memory. The warmth of his skin, the salt of his
sweat, the faint musk. It wasn’t enough.
More.
He needed more.
Pink, supple lips wrapped around the head again, Rin’s chest shuddering at the
strangled moan that he elicited, slowly sucking him into the back of his
throat. His fingers dug into Bon’s thighs, lips pressing down as saliva and
precum bubbled out around them, slicking over Bon’s cock dripping down his
chin.
“Hah—fuck—Rin—”
Rin could almost smile; that’s what he wanted to hear. Needed to hear. His
name, wavered with desperate, tightening pleasure, dripping from Bon’s lips,
spilling not by his own accord, but because the raven had summoned the sounds
with his lips, his body.
Releasing Suguro’s thigh, he grabbed one of his hands, moving it to his head.
He didn’t slow, sucking and slurping needily around the cock in his mouth,
tongue twisting and pressingly along the rim, dipping into the slit at the top
as precum beaded and pooled onto his tongue.
Bon was hesitating; he could see it, looking up at him through heavy, dark
lashes. But then fingers tightened in his hair, a breathy gasp pushing from his
lips and eliciting a vibrating moan from Rin. Chestnut eyes watched him
closely, and it made the raven want to moan more. And he did, oh he did. He
sucked him into the back of his throat and hummed like a fucking songbird,
begging wordlessly.
Suguro buried both hands into the mess of dark hair, twisting and pulling,
holding him tight to his crotch, hips trembling and threatening to buck.
Rin couldn’t help but moan, body quivering and the tightness in his pants
throbbing uncomfortably. It was better than he could have imagined. Bon’s cock,
silky against his tongue. Saliva dripping down his neck, bubbling from his lips
only to leave a glistening trail over the pulsing shaft and down his balls,
seeping into his underwear.
Slender fingers trailed through the thatch of hair, cupping his balls and
massaging them in his palm, wet and sticky with saliva and precum. Rin
swallowed around him, humming with approval when Bon moaned, staggered and
choked out, as he curled his body, muscles quivering and fingers tightening in
his hair, precum pulsing out on the other’s tongue.
“Fu—fuck—Rin—I—”
He was close, oh, he was close. Rin could feel it in the way he swelled against
his lips, throbbing inside his mouth and dripping against his tongue, by the
way he pushed too far back and the raven had to choke down his barely-there gag
reflex.
More.
More.
He wanted more.
Needed more.
It wasn’t enough just to have him in his mouth, against his tongue, against the
back of his throat. No, he needed more. It wasn’t enough.
It wouldn’t be enough, not until he heard Bon’s voice rise, broken and sharp as
he called his name.
Not until he felt Bon’s hips stutter, felt his fingers clench in his hair, cock
swell between his lips and felt his throat warm as hot, hot cum pulsed,
dripping down the back of his throat, filling his mouth and spilling over his
lips as he tried desperately to suck down every last drop.
“Rin, let go, I’m—” Bon’s fingers tugged at Rin’s hair, a piss poor attempt to
pull him free, but it was a futile effort.
Rin wanted it. He wanted him to come in his mouth. Wanted to taste him. He dug
his fingers into his hips, taking his cock as deep as he could, nose pressing
to Bon’s stomach before he slowly sucked back.
“Hah—what are—ah—Rin—R—in—” Bon’s body curled over, heavy, harsh pants pushing
from his lips, broken moans scattered with Rin’s name spilling from his tongue,
teeth sinking into his lip in an attempt to silence himself.
Blue eyes fluttered shut, fingers ghosting over Bon’s hips—shallow, erratic
thrusts—as he opened his throat and some sort of sick tranquility washed over
him. Thick, heavy cum filled his throat and mouth, Rin forgetting to breathe as
he tried to swallow it down. Slowly he pulled off, strings between his lips
before his swiped them clean with his tongue.
His breath heaved in his chest, not moving to look at Bon— who still looked
down at him through come-addled eyes—as he hung his head and desperately opened
his own pants. He didn’t wipe his hand—covered in saliva and cum—before
wrapping his fingers around his own cock and tugging fervently, harshly.
It didn’t take more than a few strokes before a tight, sharp moan pushed from
his lips—fingers of his freehand digging into Bon’s thigh as his body arched
and he stifled the urge to scream the other’s name; cum splurting onto the
floor between the brunet’s feet.
Standing on slightly unstable legs, Rin was grinning again, fastening his
pants. The only signs that he had a cock in his mouth only moments earlier were
his red cheeks and swollen lips.
“Well, was it as good as you imagined?” Bon only stared at him, still panting
and eyes narrowed; angry or unsure of what the fuck just happened. “Heh, well,”
He stepped forward, lids lowered, face close to the brunet’s. “At least this
time you don’t have to run past my brother.”
End Notes
     (눈‿눈✿) part deux. three hopefully coming soon.
     ahahah what is in-character?
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