Fandom: Kamen Rider Decade/Samurai Sentai Shinkenger
Pairing: Kadoya TsukasaxShiba Takeru
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Pr0n. NSFW
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters
Note: Written as a spin-off of
Nei's
Innocent Bird. I think this is pretty much the beginning of everything (read: my obsession to Ma-kunxTori) so this DESERVES to repost everywhere XDDD;;; So I took time to send this to my beta reader and she sent it back to me with reds everywhere LOL. Much love to all SATC-ERs. You guys made me do it *kisses* Oh yeah, this is in english.
Tsukasa hadn’t been lying when he said he liked the smell of rain, and Takeru smelled like it tonight, even though he’d just taken a shower not long before. The smell of the skin under Tsukasa’s lips was sweet and fresh. It tasted sweet and fresh, too. Tsukasa wanted more and quickly changed from licking that skin, to biting it. Just a little. He didn’t want to be greedy.
A smile then formed on his lips as he heard a gasp, accompanied by a shudder that ran under Takeru’s skin. He kissed the spot he’d just bit--a moan came this time--and looked up. Takeru’s eyes, bright brown eyes that had captured his attention earlier, were a little clouded around the corners. He looked uncertain and like maybe he was seriously reconsidering the whole idea of letting Tsukasa climb into his bed not half an hour ago.
“I’m not stopping,” Tsukasa stated in a whisper.
And Takeru moved, closing the distance between their already-close faces to kiss Tsukasa. Tsukasa blinked but didn’t take too long to ponder (and how could you ponder in moments like this?) and kissed him back. Then he moved down to kiss Takeru’s collarbone, kissing once again the place he’d bit earlier, worked his way up along Takeru’s neck. It excited him how Takeru threw his head back. He nipped the skin just under Takeru’s lips and was a bit surprised when Takeru smiled.
“This is the second time you smiled. You should do it more often,” he said against Takeru’s lips.
Takeru gave him a look and caught Tsukasa’s lower lip. He nipped the tender flesh gently, making Tsukasa smirk, startling Takeru by forcing his tongue into his mouth. Takeru didn’t protest, though. He welcomed the assault with an eagerness that matched Tsukasa’s.
It was different than the attention Takeru was used to receiving, though he couldn’t really put his finger on why. But he thought that maybe receiving such attention (and maybe a little bit of affection) from a total stranger was what made it so different.
“Gods, don’t think about anything else while we’re doing this,” he heard the long legged stranger – Tsukasa? – say, scowling.
Takeru blinked and suddenly felt something actually happening near his pelvic region.
“Sorry.” Takeru grimaced. “But you said you weren’t going to stop.”
“I did. But it would help if you put a little more feeling into this.”
Takeru was ready to make a reply but quickly shut his mouth when Tsukasa began to use his lips and tongue to explore the inner side of his thigh.
“It takes two to tango, you know,” Tsukasa said. "Or to have sex."
“I don’t tango.” Takeru rolled his eyes.
Tsukasa bit Takeru’s sensitive skin and smiled deviously when Takeru gasped and looked down at him, eyes eager to accept anything Tsukasa might do to him next. However, Tsukasa chose to enjoy himself by kissing, licking and nipping Takeru’s inner thigh while his left hand rubbed teasingly at the other side of his thigh, just inches from Takeru’s balls. Then Tsukasa felt a hand touch his cheek, caressing him for a moment before he went up to touch his head. The fingers grabbed a handful of Tsukasa’s hair. Not rough, just tugging gently to signal that Tsukasa should really get going with what he was doing, or else.
Tsukasa abandoned the abused thigh, now red, with visible kiss marks in several places, and crawled up to look right into Takeru’s eyes, searching. Takeru looked down. Tsukasa tilted his head to the side.
Leaning in, he pressed his mouth against the corner of Takeru’s eye and whispered, “Don’t look away. And don’t give me that look either.”
“What look?” Takeru asked, still not looking at Tsukasa. Not directly, anyway. His eyes were fixed on Tsukasa’s long, lean neck. It was white compared to the rest of his tanned body. Takeru lifted his hand to touch it, and let his fingers glide along Tsukasa’s neck and collarbone. He ducked and kissed that delicious looking neck, just like Tsukasa had done earlier.
“Ne,” he murmured against Tsukasa’s Adam’s apple.
“Hmn?” Tsukasa bit down on the moan that was about to escape from his lips. The rumbling of Takeru’s voice against his neck caused a delicious sensation.
“Why are you doing this?” Takeru moved and kissed the patch of skin just behind Tsukasa’s skin.
This time, Tsukasa couldn’t hold back the moan. "Dammit," he cursed with a hoarse voice.
Tsukasa sighed. "I don't know. You just... look like you need this."
Takeru seemed a bit amused though he wasn’t smiling. "You think I need to get laid? Do you really think I’m a host?"
"Are you really?" Tsukasa cocked a brow. Then he moved to kiss the smaller boy again and rolled Takeru on top of him. They shifted and wrestled a bit to find a more comfortable position and Tsukasa stopped moving when Takeru slipped one leg between his long limbs and rubbed. He grunted into the kiss and his hands moved to pat and squeeze Takeru's ass. This action seemed to encourage Takeru, because the boy was practically raping Tsukasa's mouth with his own and Tsukasa was sure that his balls were already bruised at this point due to the intensive rubbing of Takeru's knee against him.
Not that he had any objection to it. Not at all.
Then Takeru's hand closed around him and gave him a hard jerk once.
Definitely no objection at all.
Tsukasa couldn't help when his hip jerked off the bed as Takeru ran his thumb across his tip and scratched him a little bit, right under the head. He withdrew from the kiss because things had started to go in an entirely different direction than he’d intended. Takeru seemed to be in the mood though, and really into it. But then he stopped. As he’d observed before, Takeru looked really lonely and Tsukasa wondered again if maybe Takeru really did need this. That need to touch, to be touched. And so he searched for Takeru's eyes again and this time they were looking at him. Still unsure, dark, and dubious, but he could see some expectation, some hope, and of course, lust.
Tsukasa kissed those eyes again, kissed Takeru on the lips--along his jaw, his neck, his chest, stopping to lick one nipple, and then the other, before he went back to kissing Takeru again. Takeru moaned appreciatively at everything and jerked, squeezing and pressing at those sensitives places along Tsukasa's shaft. Tsukasa could feel that his cock was dripping shamelessly, and judging by the hard wet length poking against his thigh, Tsukasa knew that Takeru was too. He cursed when Takeru pressed his thumb against the base of his penis.
He bit his lower lip and took a deep breath. He was really close.
On the other side, Takeru was feeling a bit proud that he’d succeeded in turning Tsukasa into such a wreck. Well, almost a wreck. Tsukasa appeared to have more self control than he’d thought. But Takeru had to admit that he was a little desperate at the moment. They needed to continue or he'd come right then and there, all over Tsukasa's thigh and stomach. It would be so humiliating. But then he gasped. One of Tsukasa's hands had wandered down from his back to his ass and was teasing his opening. He felt a finger press and then carefully thrust inside. And then another followed.
Tsukasa moved his fingers experimentally, pressing here and there and when Takeru moaned loudly, the boy smirked and made sure to hit that spot every time. Takeru was gasping and moaning, and his hand moved again, jerking Tsukasa, matching his movement with Tsukasa's fingers fucking him. Until at one point, when Takeru thought that he couldn't take it anymore, he let go of Tsukasa's penis and kissed him hungrily.
"I want." He whispered the statement. "Now."
Tsukasa smirked, pressing his fingers repeatedly on that same spot inside Takeru which made the boy growl and bite at Tsukasa's lower lip. His hand went south to grab Tsukasa by the balls and he squeezed hard.
"Fuck!" Tsukasa cursed.
Takeru gave him a look, and Tsukasa chuckled. Gently, he kissed Takeru's cheek and put his arms around Takeru's waist. With one motion, he brought them into a sitting position. Takeru blinked but didn't have a chance to say or do anything because Tsukasa was kissing him again. Instinctively, his hands clung onto Tsukasa's neck and shoulder while both of his legs wrapped around Tsukasa's waist. Tsukasa's hand kneaded along Takeru's back then came to rest on Takeru's hips. His thumb rubbed the skin in a circular movement, making Takeru moan and press his body even closer to Tsukasa.
"Tsukasa," Takeru moaned, sounding a little bit desperate, as if only his ego was keeping him from begging.
Tsukasa finally took pity on him and tugged at Takeru's hips. They shifted, still maintaining their closeness. Takeru unconsciously took a deep breath when Tsukasa guided himself against Takeru's opening. Tsukasa looked up, and Takeru squeezed Tsukasa's shoulders, his eyes closed. Tsukasa touched Takeru's chin with his knuckle until Takeru opened his eyes. Tsukasa smiled a little and ran his thumb across Takeru's lower lip, as gently as he would a flower petal. Takeru blinked. He didn't know how to react to that so he kissed Tsukasa's forehead, right between his eyebrows.
Then the blunt sting of penetration took over. Both of them moaned as Tsukasa slowly seated himself inside Takeru. They stayed still for a while. Tsukasa could hear Takeru's heavy breathing beside his ear. He kissed the spot where Takeru's neck and shoulder met and started to thrust upwards slowly. Takeru gasped and tightened his grip on Tsukasa's shoulder, not caring if he bruised the other man.
Tsukasa didn't actually care either, though. He kept on thrusting and moving slowly, getting more and more excited every time his thigh slapped against Takeru's ass. Takeru placed his hand on Tsukasa's head, pushing it down towards his chest. Taking the cue, Tsukasa obediently kissed and licked Takeru's chest and nipples. Takeru's shameless moans were a nice reward.
Soon enough, they had found their rhythm. Takeru would press down as Tsukasa thrust up and vice versa. Tsukasa hissed when Takeru clawed into his shoulder as he shifted to thrust at a slightly different angle.
"Am I hurting you? Because you’re sure hurting me," Tsukasa gasped.
Takeru groaned. "You, ah, it's your own fault. Ah. Oh, gods." And then he started to make all kinds of noises.
Tsukasa would find these noises really cute and sexy if Takeru wasn't rolling his hips and clenching really tight every time he pressed down.
"Gods, don't clench so tight. I’ll come too fast." Tsukasa grunted.
Takeru gasped but managed to give Tsukasa a look and poked him in the chest. He may have pouted a little, too. Tsukasa kissed him, hard, and startled Takeru by pushing him down against the mattress. He put his hand behind Takeru's left knee and pushed it up. He positioned himself on one elbow and fucked the smaller boy deeper, gradually speeding up his thrusts. He sank his teeth in to Takeru's neck and mumbled that god, it felt so good.
Takeru's moan was uncontrollable. His hand fisted the blanket while the other went to close around his own erection, jerking it. Takeru's other leg had gone around Tsukasa, holding him tight and needy. It had become unbearable for Takeru, judging by the way he’d thrown his head back onto the mattress. Tsukasa dived and kissed that delicious, exposed neck.
"Come for me," Tsukasa whispered against his throat.
Takeru groaned as he felt his body became taut. He moaned long and loud as he clenched impossibly tight around Tsukasa. A few more thrusts and Tsukasa followed Takeru and came with strong shudder, showering Takeru's face with kisses.
*****
Tsukasa made sure he didn't make too much noise getting dressed. Takeru had practically passed out after they’d finished and was now snoring softly, comfortably snuggled underneath the fresh blanket Tsukasa had provided from the little cabinet beside the table. He would like to stay, but knew he had to leave. Besides, he knew that he had no other purpose to stay and linger in this world.
He tiptoed gently to pick up his camera and stole a look at Takeru. He blinked when he saw a small smile, just barely visible on the corner of Takeru's mouth. Tsukasa smirked and pointed his camera to take a picture of that sleeping face. The picture would be a sufficient memory for him. He leaned in to touch Takeru's lips with his finger. Takeru stirred but didn't wake up. Tsukasa took a deep breath and turned around. But his steps halted as he saw a picture of Takeru that he had taken earlier lying on the floor.
He took it, looking at it closely before he wrote a little message on it before putting it on the table so that Takeru would see it when he woke up.
Then he stepped out of the door and proceeded to another world. The rain had stopped.
