Cream and Clothes
Cream and Clothes
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Disclaimer: Yu Yu
Yoshihiro.
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“What do you think you’re doing?” Kurama asked, back
against a grimy wall, more curious than scared or angry because the warm body
in front of him was very familiar. He had no reason to fear it, or anything
else for that matter, and it was extremely difficult to be annoyed when the
aforementioned figure was glued to him and Hiei’s red eyes were full of
merriment.
Hiei nuzzled his neck and Kurama felt the thin lips
curving against his skin. “Thought you could need a bit of
cheering up after a workday.”
“I would’ve been home in half an hour,” Kurama pointed
out but couldn’t help smiling either. He certainly couldn’t help gasping when
clever fingers found their way inside his shirt and stroked his ribs.
“Impatient, are we?”
“Perhaps,” Hiei answered, his breath tickling Kurama’s
neck. “Or perhaps it’s just you.”
“You- -” It was rather embarrassing to cease in the
middle of a scolding but Hiei’s hands were busy on Kurama’s belt and zipper,
and the redhead was never quite coherent during that. “Hiei, we’re in public!”
Kurama tried to protest but his enthusiasm was somewhat lacking.
After all, Hiei was mouthing the hollow of his throat
while his hands had proceeded inside Kurama’s neatly ironed trousers. To
Kurama’s frustration, they decided to stay on
his underwear and get comfortable.
“You truly want me to stop?” Hiei echoed Kurama’s
thoughts, wriggling his fingers.
“…no,” Kurama admitted, his body winning against his
brains with a clear 5-0, not counting his cock which hadn’t had a vote since
that incident with Yusuke. The boy still blushed crimson if someone mentioned a
hot spring and either Kurama or Hiei in the same conversation. “But you could
at least kiss me.”
“That I could,” Hiei agreed and being the demon of
action he was, buried his other hand in Kurama’s hair, dragged his head down
and kissed him until Kurama felt dizzy.
And because Hiei was nothing if not thorough, Kurama
was kissed some more after that. If anyone would’ve been lucky enough to peek
to the side street, he would’ve been greeted with a sight of a young red-haired
man either being devoured or devouring the mouth of a smaller man and groping
him with fervour.
Kurama moaned when nimble fingers slid inside his
underwear and pulled his cock out, stroking it slowly. “Please, think of my
trousers!”
The fingers stilled. “Excuse me?”
“Ngh!”
The hand retreated when it became apparent that Kurama
would be in no condition to answer if Hiei would keep doing what he was doing.
The whimper that escaped Kurama’s lips was as undignified as the way his hips
tried to follow the promising source of pleasure.
“I can’t walk around wearing clothes covered in
cream,” Kurama explained and whimpered again. How Hiei managed to lift an
eyebrow so calmly and pinch Kurama’s nipples at the same time was a mystery
Kurama intended to solve later.
“Cream?”
Hiei’s composure crumpled and he snickered, hands kneading Kurama’s pectorals.
“Where the Hell did you pick that one up?”
Kurama frowned, trying to rub himself against Hiei. “I
don’t know. It sounds like it’s straight from those cheesy romance novels girls
read.”
“Try to refrain from using it again.” Hiei nibbled
Kurama’s ear before whispering, amused, “and don’t worry about your trousers.”
With those words, Hiei dropped down in front of Kurama
who saw a smirk before his head hit the wall, an outcome of a sudden wet warmth
around his cock. Kurama’s teeth sank into his lower lip in a desperate attempt
to prevent a shout because they were in
a public place, a fact that faded to the background when a smooth tongue curled
around him. Strong hands pinned his hips against the wall and their touch was
almost painfully hot.
“Hiei,” Kurama groaned and cursed when Hiei backed
off.
“What?” he asked and to Kurama’s despair licked his
swollen lips. It wasn’t fair for the fire-demon to be so pretty and talented
and so far from Kurama’s throbbing hard-on.
“Just that…” Hiei lapped a drop of pre-come and Kurama
gasped, clutching his shoulders. “I hope you won’t burn my clothes this time.
Do that again!”
Hiei obeyed before saying, annoyed, “What is it with
you and clothes?” The heat under Kurama’s hands lowered and Hiei continued,
“I’m beginning to believe you like them more than you want me. Should I stop?”
“No!” If Hiei would stop, Kurama would kill him. That
or bend him over and fuck him right there and then, were there a crowd nearby
or not. Actually… Kurama stored the latter thought for
later use.
Definitely later, because Hiei had finally resumed his
previous task and Kurama’s cock was imprisoned between sharp fangs, and had
Hiei been a human Kurama’s vice like grip would’ve bruised his shoulders. But
no human could move his tongue like that and caress Kurama’s shaft from the
hilt to the slit with one, torturing slow swirl. Not that he had ever had a
human to compare but nothing could’ve been as good as Hiei was, especially
since he was clearly enjoying his task, too, and circling the base of Kurama’s
cock, holding it tightly.
And then detaching his mouth from where it was
obviously needed the most.
“What?” Kurama panted and looked down. “Don’t stop!”
A wicked smile appeared on Hiei’s lips. “But I have to
ask,” he murmured and little kisses rained on the cock in front of his face.
Apparently he was able to interpret Kurama’s muffled moan as a question because
he answered, “Which one do you prefer, your clothes or me?”
“Hiei.”
The name was a long wail of vowels and desperation.
“I don’t think I heard you,” Hiei said in a singing
voice. “Which one was that?”
“Hiei!”
Kurama cried, his pride momentarily lost because of
the feathery touches on his shaft. “It’s always you, you fucking bastard!”
“Careful,” Hiei reminded, his
breath warm on Kurama. “Or someone might hear you.”
Someone would have heard Kurama if he hadn’t been fast
enough to cover his mouth with his own palm, the other hand curling around a
lock of black hair. As it was, the scream caused by the greedy swallowing was
audible only to Hiei’s sharp ears. The fire-demon hummed approvingly and the
vibrations ran through Kurama’s cock, teasing him mercilessly. A hand sneaked
inside his clothes, squeezing his tense ass and when a finger slipped between
the cheeks and caressed the sensitive opening, Kurama bit his palm. The finger
pushed in and the grip around his cock loosened, and then Kurama’s world
exploded to shining stars and blinding whiteness and taste of blood.
“Hello?” Kurama became slowly aware of a hand waving
in front of his face. “Did you hear me?”
“I heard you,” Kurama lied, noticing absently that
he’d been cleaned and tucked inside his trousers. Pity he’d missed that.
His hand, the one without the still bleeding
teeth-marks, was tangled in the soft mess of Hiei’s hair, and Kurama used the
opportunity to draw him closer in another long kiss. Kurama wasn’t particularly
fond of his human taste but underneath of it was Hiei who, on the other hand,
was delicious. An urgent need to breathe forced Kurama to finally back off and
pry his hand from Hiei’s hair.
“Kurama?”
Hiei called him again. “Let me go.”
“Hm?”
Kurama was quite busy admiring Hiei’s cheekbones and impossible long eyelashes.
“What? Didn’t you jerk off or something?”
“Thank you for caring.” Hiei shook his head and
snorted, removing Kurama’s hands from his waist and stepping back. “No, I
didn’t.”
“Then don’t even think about going anywhere.” Kurama
tried to grab a handful of a black coat but was too late. The fire-demon had
already flitted away and appeared on the close fire escape. “Hiei!
Come back in this instant.”
Reciprocal service was only fair, after all, and
Kurama really, really wanted to see a naked Hiei. Or partially clothed if naked
was impossible. He wanted to see Hiei,
and touch and taste and stroke and lick and he should probably calm down.
“I’ll wait you home.” Hiei grinned and Kurama knew
that Hiei knew that Kurama couldn’t wait to get his hands on him. “Better hurry
up or I will cream the sheets without you.”
Hiei’s laughter in his ears, Kurama spun around,
cursing, and ran.