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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      DRAMAtical_Murder
  Relationship:
      Koujaku/Noiz_(DRAMAtical_Murder), slightly_(almost_nothing)_of_minao
  Character:
      Noiz_(DRAMAtical_Murder), Koujaku_(DRAMAtical_Murder)
  Additional Tags:
      ok_sorry_i_know_this_isn't_even_a_thing_but_they're_like_17, they're_not
      THAT_underage, Semi-Public_Sex, Bathroom_Sex, PWP, Alternate_Universe_-
      Modern_Setting, highschool_au_maybe_you_can_imagine_what_you_want
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-01-10 Words: 1769
****** White Knuckle Ride ******
by abyssobrotulaCronos
Summary
     Noiz gets bored and has a better idea than showing off.
Notes
     This was a giftfic and I'm not that fond of this shit. But have fun!
The sound is too loud for you to actually hear what Koujaku is saying about
Aoba's rage fit. Aoba is a brat, you thought everyone had this settled.
Throwing a tantrum over your fuckbuddy when he has his own (handsome, tanned,
delicious jock of a) boyfriend? It's alright that it's his best friend and he
doesn't like you, but you found the whole situation to be really amusing and
provoking him sure gave you a lot of joy. Gave. Now you're just bored, a bit
drunk, really horny and not giving a shit. You're all about the way Koujaku's
shirt is clinging to his strong body and his hands hold you by the waist. His
hair is not tied up for a change and you really appreciate it, because it falls
down his shoulders and have a good silk texture against your fingers; you'd
love to pull on it tonight.
You laugh to pretend you understood, but in fact you're just half-hard and your
little show towards Aoba is now in the back of your mind, for you just really
want to get off. You don't really know if Koujaku is the kind of person who
does it in big parties like this, with all his friends and acquaintances, and
mainly with you as a partner. Sure, he brought you, but he has this reputation
you always scowl at that he's really faithful to and your fame is not the best
one in the world. Maybe he wants to be respectful to Aoba, maybe he wants to be
respectful to himself, maybe... Maybe he just needs a hint.
You lean in and squeeze a good amount of strands in your hand, your mouth goes
straight to his ear as you lick it. "Let's fuck."
He tenses and everything happens really quick. He stops for a second, grip
tightening and you're almost sure you're gonna get a string of reasons why this
is immoral and filthy. But then you don't and he's suddenly pulling you into
the bathroom and closing the door behind him and making you lean against the
sink. Koujaku kisses you once, twice, thrice before lifting you up by the legs
and making you open them to welcome him. His heat, if something, it is vicious
and you're soon pressed up against him and grinding and digging your heel on
his thigh to force him to rub his hardening pelvis into yours.
The outside music is loud but muffled and you can hear drunken laughter and
glass touching, the inside is all about ruffling clothes and messing hair and
licking, biting, sucking on skin. You like a lot when he bites you, it's
something that you're really into, all this pain stuff. Sometimes you want him
to go on forever, ripping skin apart, drawing blood out, making you ache for
weeks an end. You haven't got enough heart to ask him, but someday you will
have and with some luck he won't be in complete denial. For now, being bitten
and having marks all over your body the next days is enough. Koujaku fits his
hand in between you two and he rubs your erection with a firm hand, your dick
twitches several times from his touch and usually you fight with him for power,
you try to take control. It's rare to manage, but tonight you're not feeling
like it, everything sounds like a cool idea when you're smashed. In fact,
kneeling down to suck his dick is a motherfucking fine idea. So you do that.
You shove him against the wall and stares at his hazel eyes the whole time
while you undo his belt and zipper and go down like a pro on his dick. It
twitches and drips precum a lot, you can't help but laugh at how much he's
turned on, his fingers bury inside your hair and he's panting hard.
You don't get to finish, he pulls your head away before that with a heavy
"I'mgonnaCOME". You would have killed him if he had came before the real fun.
Goooood boy. You prop up on your feet and just put your elbows on the sink,
stretching your body back and rubbing your still clothed ass against his bare
dick. The bathroom is very, very small and you have to make some miracle to
move without elbowing him or something but somehow you manage and the position
turns out to be exactly like you wanted.
"I've got no time to lose, come on," you growl, feeling his hands shove your
pants down and fingers invade your mouth, seeking for some natural (and not
that efficient) lube. But you don't particulary care, because you're drunk and
horny. Probably you will regret it later, but it'll pay off. Koujaku's dick
never disappointed you. Heh.
He's not gentle at all during prep and it doesn't change during penetration;
it's fast and rough, his member pulses and stretches everything inside, it
feels great, just the way you love it. His thrusts are all messed up in the
beginning, then he starts fucking to the rhythm of the music, short spaces of
time before prodding your prostate with the head of his cock, one hand holding
your arm and the other puling at your hair. You're pretty sure you're moaning
loud and maybe screaming his name. It doesn't make the slightest difference,
the pumps of the song are strong, and Koujaku's too.
He pulls out and you're going to complain when he turns you around and presses
you against the wall, holding your weight with his arms and ramming inside you
again, over and over. You pull on his hair, claw at his back underneath his
shirt, scream his name everytime that spot in special is hit. His mouth is very
close to your ear, so you can listen to his groans and raggedy whispers of you
name, of how he's gonna ravish you, even thought he's already doing that. You
get lost inside the boom-boom-boom of the music and the constant explosion of
stars Koujaku bursts into you, everything is too much right now; the booze in
your blood, the bass, the amount of dick that's inside you. The mix of the
three cause an interesting and not unpleasant at all sensation, it's dizzying
and feels like a pool full of dope. Is it Tau v2 playing outside? You don't
know, you don't care, as long as he keeps pounding to the rhythm everything is
perfect and nothing hurts. Besides your rear tomorrow.
He keeps going stronger, faster, as the DJ turns the speakers up, you are
convinced that you might cum without a single touch to your dick and you're
right. It's the last straw when he bites on your lip hard enough to make you
cringe and scream in pain, fingers digging into his nape, legs squeezing his
torso and eyes closing shut in sudden urge for release.
"JESUS FUCKING CHRIST!" you roar when the orgasm hits you hard, limbs
tightening and somehow Koujaku doesn't give a shit and doesn't stop, your
oversensitive everything tingling and aching and you want to beg him to stop
but you can't find your voice, it's lost somewhere between the current dubstep
and the hot silky liquid that fills you in; Koujaku's cum. It spills inside and
for a second you're worried about how the fuck you're gonna clean the mess of
cum in your shirt, the mess of sperm in your ass and the red dots in your neck.
It's very simple, you won't. He takes his time to breathe and slide out of you
with a tired groan. Pants are worn in a hurry, you note the faint discomfort
behind you but you don't allow it to bother you too much, it was fucking great.
Koujaku looks at you and smirks before handing you a roll of toilet paper, what
a gentleman. You scorn and mutter a "thank you, mister" and proceed to wipe cum
from yourself, in and out. When it's all the cleanest it can be, you dress too
and unlock the door. He laughs when you drag him out by the belt and kiss him
along the way. Your mouth must taste like his dick, but he doesn't mind this
bit, instead pulling you close and kissing you against the wall just beside the
bathroom's door. You two smell like sex and each other, it's a great smell to
have, mostly when you're ntoxicated.
The music is now fucking loud and the voices as well, everything blinks and
everyone is whether dancing or making out. In the back of your mind you
remember Koujaku telling you Aoba had a twin brother who would appear tonight,
but he's nowhere to be seen, even when you were outside you didn't see the boy.
The fresh air of the dawn ventilates the party and no one has problems with the
heat.
What are initially naive kisses, become a heated makeout session, but you're
both too spent to get aroused again. Teenage boys for teenage boys, you're
still not that sober, it's not gonna be that easy to get your dick up again,
but you're fine like that, just kissing a bit and feeling the guy who just
fucked you almost raw against the wall hold you in his arms. You're not a
romantic guy, but experimenting such closeness after sex is nice, mostly
because everyone you've ever had sex with threw you away after two or three
night stands and never bothered to even ask your name. Not that you minded, you
gave no fucks to them either. However, Koujaku is here and he didn't leave
(yet), he calls you your name, he even brought you to (technically) meet his
friends. He's too much of a good guy for you not to be impressed, even when
he's getting drunk on cheap bars because of a unrequited love. Now that you
stopped to think, that's pretty fucking nice, too. Aoba should give this guy
all the credits for being there the whole time and never giving up on what he
wanted.
Of course you understand Aoba's side, too. It's not his duty at all to like
Koujaku back, mainly when he has his own boyfriend. But Koujaku gets you in a
good way, because he lied and went to seek for comfort somewhere else instead
giving the guy he loves trouble. You decide he deserves all the good things
ever. You sigh internally and think, as you kiss him tenderly, hands touching
his awesome hair and tongue prodding his, that you are definitely not one of
them.
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