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works/913533.
  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Dangan_Ronpa
  Relationship:
      Komaeda_Nagito/Kuzuryuu_Fuyuhiko
  Character:
      Kuzuryuu_Fuyuhiko, Komaeda_Nagito
  Additional Tags:
      Cosplay, Handcuffs
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-08-05 Words: 382
****** Seul Contre Tous ******
by orphan_account
Summary
     Komaeda likes dressing up, and Kuzuryuu is more open to the idea of
     being fucked by a (pretend) cop than he thought. Non-despair AU.
Notes
     wow... my first ev er fic.. a nsfw oneshot... si x u did it now
     kuzumaeda is like my most loved ship and no one ships it i feel kind
     of cool writig the first smut for it ever but w/e read on and enjoy i
     guess, i hope??? hm
When Kuzuryuu got in, the house was empty. Quiet, save for the sliding shut of
the door. Odd. Normally, Komaeda would be around somewhere, greeting him with
loud smiles and hugs. He wasn’t expecting the place to be so silent, and
certainly wasn’t expecting the man who cropped up out of nowhere, and was
shoved face-first into the wall.
Panic, pinned, struggling but the stranger had pulled his arms behind his back,
and with a cold click, he knew handcuffs were on his wrists. A wheezed whisper
in his ear, “you’re under arrest”. He was flipped over now, and Officer Komaeda
smirked as he roughly undressed his captive. Only after his clothes were
mercilessly yanked off could Komaeda’s hands roam his bare skin and grope where
they pleased, earning uncontrolled jerks and hitched breathing.
The taller of the two pressed their bodies together, enjoying the feel. The
heat. The way they didn’t fit; hard against hard. Kuzuryuu’s head was tilted up
by his chin, and then they pushed their mouths to each other, breathless,
tongues gliding hot and wet and the dribble that moistened their lips only
drove them to work faster.
After pulling away, the gangster slid to the ground. Komaeda didn’t follow
until he’d taken off his trousers, and then he was on top of Kuzuryuu, giving
him half-lidded eyes as his hand travelled to the boy’s fly, undoing it and
removing his cock. The shaft was pumped once or twice, tongue dragged
torturously up it and Kuzuryuu was achingly hard, helpless to do anything but
grunt and whine and buck his hips.
Komaeda tugged his boxers down and then dropped himself onto Kuzuryuu’s dick,
gasping and arching his back. It was warm - Kuzuryuu always got surprised at
how warm it was - and he shifted, thrusting, just the right amount of friction,
he was moaning and Komaeda was rocking, hot look on his face, god he always
made the best faces, calling out Fuyukku in ways that only sweetened the
fucking, his hands were scrabbling against the floor, finding and tugging
Kuzuryuu’s jacket. Someone was groaning loudly and it took Kuzuryuu too long,
far too long to realise it was him. Building, higher and higher and hotter and
hotter and fuck, fuck, Nagito, mmfuckme, please keep, keep going, Nagito,
Nagito
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