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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M, Other
  Fandom:
      ノラガミ_|_Noragami
  Relationship:
      Kazuma/Yukine, Yato/Yukine
  Character:
      Kazuma_(Noragami), Yukine_(Noragami), Yato_(Noragami)
  Additional Tags:
      Teasing, Anal_Sex, Begging, Masturbation, Underage_Sex, Plot_What_Plot/
      Porn_Without_Plot, Barebacking
  Series:
      Part 1 of Kazuma/Yukine_Ship
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-11-29 Words: 2807
****** It's Dangerous To Promise Anything ******
by Neonna
Summary
     A Kazuma/Yukine PWP. Gods aren't the ones who sin, it's only humans.
     Yato doesn't feel guilty when he feels what Yukine is going through.
Notes
     Just a little smut posted early to thank everyone for the continued
     support. Finding a Yukine/Kazuma pairing had been beyond difficult,
     so I created one.
     Warning: mild spoilers if anyone hasn't seen Season 2 Aragoto. I also
     left Yukine's age the same so he's, what? 14? I put a warning here
     not only because Yukine is young, but because Kazuma is supposed to
     be...a lot older than him, even though he doesn't look it. If this
     bothers you, please turn back now. Enjoy!
See the end of the work for more notes
                      It's_Dangerous_To_Promise_Anything
 
Hands tightened their grip in the bedsheets. Lips parted as their owners gasped
for air.
“Kazuma!”
 
Yato started awake, sitting upright, a hand clutching at the front of his track
suit. Instinctively, he reached behind his neck, fingertips brushing against
the white scarf there for fear of having been stung. He hadn't. Still, it was
an awfully strong emotion to have woken him like that.
He settled back against the trunk of the tree, burrowing deeper into he warmth
of his jacket. With hands tucked securely into his pockets, he allowed his eyes
to flutter shut once again. With the sound of the wind rustling through the
leaves around him, and the muffled din of conversation made by the occasional
passerby below, it was easy to find a soft rhythm in the breaths he took.
 
Yukine trembled with need. His head fell forward onto his arms that flexed each
time his hands tightened around the bedsheets. Kazuma eased into him from
behind, hands that were stronger than they looked gripped his ass, and pinned
his hips to the bed. He couldn't push back onto the cock pulsing deep inside
him, or grind his own aching arousal into the mattress. He was forced to lie
there, head thrashing, and hands flexing around the bedsheets. How many times
had this process repeated itself? Once? Twice? Ten times? It was impossible for
Yukine to tell. All he knew was the fullness that stretched him wide.
“Kazuma...please.”
 
As Yato attempted to allow slumber to overtake him once again, the nagging in
the back of his mind was slowly pushed to the forefront until it became the
sole focus of his attention. He swallowed. Yukine was aroused, and very much
so. Damn that kid. Yato cracked his eyes open. The world beyond was blurry from
his lack of focus, but it wasn't the world around him he wanted to focus on.
The heat of Yukine's arousal was spreading to Yato. His collar grew hot, and
his fingers itched to remove his scarf. He allowed the sensations to overcome
him without guilt. It wasn't gods who did wrong, it was humans. A part of him
ached to sample a small taste of the same burn Yukine was feeling. Human
emotions were so strong.
Wait, what time was it? Where was Yukine now? From the brightness of the sky,
it was still mid-afternoon. He would most-likely be with Kazuma for his lesson.
Yato touched the back of his neck again. He hadn't been stung, wasn't getting
stung. That only meant one thing: Yukine's actions weren't wrong. Kazuma was
willing. Oh, god.
Yato's pulse hitched at the thought of his shinki, and the brown-haired regalia
together. Just as quickly as the mental picture was offered, it was scattered
as another wave of pleasure washed over him. It was strong enough to cause Yato
to involuntarily throw his head back, a moan slipping from his lips as he
rolled his hips. The friction of his swelling cock against the inside of his
track pants sent a tingle down his spine, and all the way to his fingertips.
 
“Kazuma...please,” Yukine's sobs, and needy pleas were muffled against the
sheet he had taken into his mouth in order to endure the endless teasing from
the older regalia. The fabric was already soaked with his saliva, and weighed
heavy on his tongue, but he was uncaring. He groaned as Kazuma twitched inside
him. The other got off on hearing him beg, but Yukine was willing to beg if
that's what it took for Kazuma to move.
“Fuck me. Kazuma, please. Please. I want you to.”
He could hear Kazuma's soft pants above him, and feel the sweat that gathered
where their bodies touched. They were dead, and one of the few perks of fucking
as a dead person was that there wasn't any need for protection. Without a thin
piece of latex in between them, Yukine felt everything. He felt every beat of
Kazuma's heart, and every twitch of his cock. All he wanted was for Kazuma to
fill him again, and again, and again.
 
Yato gasped as he slid a hand down the waistband of his pants to wrap around
his cock, and pumped in time to the pleasure assaulting his body. His head
tilted backwards against the tree trunk, and his eyes slipped closed. After a
few strokes, the pleasure washing over him was in danger of peaking, and he
slowed his pace. He gripped the front of his jacket again out of habit as he
tried to decipher the feelings rushing at him in a jumbled mess from his
shinki.
Around the dark pleasure that dominated his thoughts, there was desperation,
anger, shame, and a little touch of pain. Yukine must be being teased. If he
really was with Kazuma, Yato imagined the other would have limitless patience.
He was Bishamon's blessed vessel after all.
 
“Yukine, close your legs for me,” Kazuma requested, and the sound of his voice
made him shudder. While Kazuma's tone was calm and polite as ever, his voice
had deepened, and become husky with desire.
Yukine did, slow enough so Kazuma wouldn't slip from his body. As Yukine pulled
his legs together, he used this opportunity to gather his knees under him, and
grind back against Kazuma. The movement forced his cock deeper into him, and
milking groans from both of them. Strong hands shoved him back down as Kazuma
pressed his legs to the outside of Yukine's thighs. With Yukine's legs closed,
his asshole became even tighter.
Kazuma groaned, rolling his hips. “You're even tighter like this, Yukine. God,
it's so good.”
Yukine squirmed in the iron grip that pinned him, desperately seeking more.
“Like that, Kazuma. But faster, harder. Please. I want it, please Kazuma.”
“You asked me to go slow with you because it's your first time being taken by
another man.” He felt Kazuma lean forward, and light kisses pressed against the
nape his neck. “I'm only doing what you asked me to do.”
Yukine shook his head, eyes screwed shut. He could feel tears of frustration
pool at the corners, threatening to spill over. “No, you're teasing me.”
“Am I?”
Kazuma had straightened back up, and Yukine felt the cheeks of his ass being
pulled apart. He imagined what he looked like, legs squeezed together, cheeks
forced apart to cast a view of the cock that pried him open.
Kazuma eased his hips back, and pushed forward, slow, watching as his cock slid
into the tight, pucked hole that dripped with lube. The boy below him was
tight, and hot, and wet. He felt every ridge, and every crease that teased his
cock. Kazuma had taken great care to ensure the blonde was prepared probably.
Pain in that area had no place, especially for a first time. Never one for
instant gratification, Kazuma had been patient, and now, he was reaping his
reward as he stroked the deepest recesses of Yukine.
Yukine's skin was soft under his fingertips, and Kazuma stroked the flesh.
Adjusting his hips so his weight held the boy still against the bed, Kazuma
pressed a hand from the crease of the boy's ass, and down his lower back that
was arched beautifully in an attempt to take Kazuma deeper. The massaging
motion made Yukine coo, and tense around his cock, aching for any contact.
“Kazuma. I'll do anything, please. Anything at all if you'll just fuck me.
Please. God, please.”
Kazuma tsked, moving his hand up to squeeze one of Yukine's shoulders. As he
did, he shoved his hips forward once, making the blonde swallow a choked moan.
It was another tease, a preview of the potential Kazuma had. “So impatient,
Yukine. Don't you know it's dangerous to promise anything?”
“I don't care, just move. Kazuma. Oh-” Yukine's begging was cut off, and turned
into a loud moan as Kazuma began to move. It was slow, easy, gentle, and it
drove Yukine wild. Each time Kazuma's cock delved into him, the crown forced
him open, and filled him to the brim.
“Fuck, Kazuma. S'good. I want more of your cock, give me more. Please.”
“You shouldn't curse, Yukine.” Kazuma hitched his pace up a notch. He eased his
hips back until just the head of his cock remained inside before sliding in,
his balls pressed snuggly against Yukine's pert ass. Each pull made Yukine
gasp, and each thrust drew a moan from lips that were swollen from biting down
on them. The boy was so tight that each time Kazuma pushed in, the edges of his
vision wavered, and the air rushed from his lungs. It was a dangerous,
addicting sensation.
Yukine pushed himself up, but Kazuma held his lower half in place. The change
in angle made Kazuma's thrusts shallow, and he groaned at the loss, flopping
back down. He ached everywhere, but not because Kazuma was being rough. His
cock was so full, so heavy as it was trapped between his body, and the
mattress. He could feel his asshole twitching around Kazuma's cock with the
desire to be pounded. Yukine was wound so fucking tight that he wanted Kazuma
to be rough with him. He wanted nothing more at that moment than to be fucked
into oblivion.
“Yukine,” Kazuma panted above him. “What are you thinking about? You've
tightened around me.”
“God damnit, Kazuma. I'm thinking about when you're going to give in, and fuck
me already. You've had me begging for it for so long. What are you waiting
for?”
“I'm not waiting for anything.” Was that a waver in Kazuma's voice? “I'm just
enjoying.”
Kazuma could feel the tight shackles around his self-control cracking. If he
let go too early, he would hurt Yukine. He needed to work up to the pace Yukine
so desired – what Kazuma desired too. But, oh god it wasn't easy. It wasn't
easy to hold back when he was being begged for it. Yukine's mouth fit so
deliciously around the choked words, it was enough to make Kazuma grit his
teeth in an effort to hold on.
As the light slap of skin against skin began to fill the room, Yukine's pleas
became more, and more broken. Kazuma moaned along with him. Yukine wasn't
squeezing him as hard, the boy had loosened, and now his cock moved easily,
accentuated by a wet sound that hadn't reached Yukine's ears yet. He was ready.
Kazuma gripped Yukine's hips, and forced him to his knees. With a cry of
surprise, Yukine tried to pull his upper body up with him, but Kazuma applied
gentle pressure in between his shoulder blades.
“Lie back down,” Kazuma's voice was definitely strained now. “I'm going to make
you come now, Yukine.”
Yukine whimpered, but did as he was asked. He curled his arms under him as he
rested his head back upon the mattress with his ass in the air. This time, when
Kazuma eased into him, his cock pressed so deep inside him it felt as though it
were reaching all the way to his stomach.
“Are you okay?” Kazuma asked. His legs were trembling with the effort of
holding back.
Yukine nodded, and opened his mouth to reply, but there were no more words. It
was as though he had forgotten they existed.
With the deeper angle, Kazuma started slow again to allow Yukine to get
accustomed to being taken so deeply. When Yukine began to push back on him,
Kazuma took the hint. He increased his pace bit by bit until finally, finally
he was pounding into the boy.
The sound of skin on skin was so lewd, but Yukine didn't care. He was glad
Kazuma was holding him up, holding his hips still to prevent him from
collapsing as the force from each thrust wracked his body. Having been denied
what he craved for so long, Yukine couldn't contain the sobs of pleasure that
washed over him. The tears that rolled down his cheeks were warm, but the cock
that forced its way into him was scorching.
“Yukine,” Kazuma groaned. “Stroke yourself. I won't last.”
Yukine shook his head furiously against the mattress. He couldn't tell Kazuma
that he didn't need to, that he was going to come just from having a cock in
his ass. He was close, so fucking close he could taste it, but he needed more.
He needed something just a little more, and he got it when Kazuma changed the
angle of his thrusts. Something deep inside him was stroked, and it was so
strong, it wrangled a cry from his throat. He felt Kazuma falter, perhaps
assuming he was in pain.
“Nhh – more. God, pl-” was all the reassurance he could manage.
“God, Yukine. You're so fucking hot.”
The clipped words that were bitten out, that were no longer Kazuma was what
made the first waves of orgasm hit him. It rushed through his body with a
violent shudder. “I-I'm gonna come. Kazuma. Make me come!”
Kazuma was no longer Kuzuma, just as Yukine was no longer Yukine. They were
vicious, violent animals as they growled, bit, and clawed their way to
completion. Kazuma's hips snapped forward almost violently. He felt the second
wave of Yukine's orgasm hit him, felt it as the heat he drove into with a
frenzied abandon pulsed around him. Finally, he saw it as Yukine's back arched,
head jerking back, and mouth gaping open in a perfect 'O'.
He was coming. Oh fuck, he was coming. Yukine's world went white, and the only
thing that mattered was the relentless cock that fucked him through his orgasm.
He shook violently, and moaned as his over-sensitive body was being still
pounded. He wanted to tell Kazuma to stop, that he was done, he had enough, but
beneath the discomfort was something darker. A pleasure deeper, more intense
than what he had experienced flared in his stomach, and he groaned. Before he
knew it, he had found his words, and was begging Kazuma again.
Kazuma groaned. The boy had come already, and was still begging him. He knew
the dark, carnal pleasure of continuing to be fucked post-orgasm, had intended
Yukine to experience it, but he hadn't counted on him enjoying it so much that
he begged for more. The cadence of Yukine's moans was enough, and Kazuma
finally gave in. With one last, aching thrust, he buried himself to the hilt
inside Yukine, and froze hunched over.
Yukine hissed as he felt Kazuma pulse deep inside him, reveled in the feel of
the other gripping his hips before his shaking body could no longer support
him. Kazuma also gave out above him. The weight of the other regalia made him
hum with satisfaction. One of Kazuma's hands found his, and they twined their
fingers together.
“Kazuma?” Yukine said after a long moment of feeling the other's heartbeat, and
listening as ragged breaths slowed.
“Mmm?” The grunt made Kazuma's breath tickle the back of his neck.
“Can we do this again?”
There was a moment of silence. Yukine thought maybe he hadn't been heard, but
then Kazuma composed himself, clearing his throat. “Children. They can't enjoy
life for just a moment.”
Kazuma eased off him, slowly. Their skin stuck together, and tickled both of
them as they were pulled apart. Yukine squirmed at the feel of Kazuma
withdrawing from his ass, and suddenly felt empty.
“I don't think Yato would be able to handle it.” Kazuma stretched with his arms
above his head.
Yukine turned to watch the other shinki, making sure to squash the stirring of
desire that caressed him at the sight. “What do you mean? He wasn't stung, was
he?”
“I would have to be an unwilling participant for that to happen, but that
doesn't mean he didn't feel this. In fact, I'm willing to bet that he felt our
encounter very much.”
“What about Bishamon? Didn't she feel it through you?”
“Yes.” Kazuma picked up his glasses that had been placed on the bedside table.
“But, I have more self-control than you. I was able to minimize the impact it
had on her, but I doubt such a thought crossed your mind. Am I correct? I also
have another advantage over you in that Bishamon keeps many regalia. The
likelihood of her suspecting it was me is minimal. On the other hand, Yato
knows it was you.”
Yukine's lips turned down in a pout. “Who cares about him, anyway? As long as I
didn't sting him.”
Kazuma chuckled. “I guess you'll find out soon enough.”
 
Yato waited until his breathing had slowed. One hand fisted in the bangs of his
hair, concealing his eyes, and the other rested atop his soiled track pants,
coated in white, sticky fluid.
Damn, this was why he couldn't stand kids.
 
 
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