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Only in My Dreams
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Yuyu Hakusho › Yaoi - Male/Male › Yusuke/Kurama
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Adult +
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Only in My Dreams
Kurama's fingers are cool, his lips hot as he trails a line of hungry kisses down Yusuke's neck. His smooth hands skim across Yusuke's hips, rake harsh lines of fire down his back, as he molds his slender body perfectly against the harder planes of Yusuke's own, tangling their legs together.
Yusuke gives a desperate whine, writhing underneath the fox-demon, gasping into the contact when Kurama leans in to muffle his pleas with a hungry kiss. The demon knows Yusuke's body, plans every touch perfectly - his hips roll against Yusuke's, his tongue thrusts suggestively into his mouth - wringing a cacophony of gasps and moans and pleas from the half-demon, which Kurama swallows eagerly, letting his hands drift slowly downward.
By the time slender fingers wrap themselves around Yusuke's cock, he's so hard it hurts. He can't stop his hips from thrusting wildly into Kurama's loosely-curled fist, and he barely manages to strangle the scream that wants to tear itself from his throat. Kurama grins against his lips, a soft chuckle floating to Yusuke's ears from everywhere and nowhere all at once, and detangles himself from the half-demon, sliding seductively down his body.
And then Kurama's mouth is on him, hot and wet, moving with his customary grace when Yusuke thrusts again, and Yusuke can't tear his eyes away. Kurama meets his gaze hungrily - his teeth scrape lightly against Yusuke's cock - and the half-demon arches with a cry, hands flying to tangle in long hair, eyes closing, because it's all too much.
But Kurama doesn't stop, and now - oh, god - now Yusuke can feel the fox-demon moaning softly, can hear - vaguely - strange whimpers that might be spilling from his own mouth, but he can't bring himself to care. It's too soon, too fast, too good, and Yusuke just manages to get a hand up to his mouth in time to catch the keening wail that wrenches free as everything explodes into white.
When the colors fade back into the world, Yusuke is alone, the sharp tang of blood mingling with the bitter taste of disappointment in the back of his throat. With a frustrated sigh, he wipes the blood off one hand and the semen off the other, rolling out of the wet spot on the sheets. Sleep abandons him for a long while, though, and he is left uncharacteristically defenseless against the mocking voice in his head: the one that reminds him, again and again - in his own voice, with his own words and all the harsh cruelty he has ever been capable of mustering - of the unbearable distance between these pleasant dreams and cold reality.
Yusuke gives a desperate whine, writhing underneath the fox-demon, gasping into the contact when Kurama leans in to muffle his pleas with a hungry kiss. The demon knows Yusuke's body, plans every touch perfectly - his hips roll against Yusuke's, his tongue thrusts suggestively into his mouth - wringing a cacophony of gasps and moans and pleas from the half-demon, which Kurama swallows eagerly, letting his hands drift slowly downward.
By the time slender fingers wrap themselves around Yusuke's cock, he's so hard it hurts. He can't stop his hips from thrusting wildly into Kurama's loosely-curled fist, and he barely manages to strangle the scream that wants to tear itself from his throat. Kurama grins against his lips, a soft chuckle floating to Yusuke's ears from everywhere and nowhere all at once, and detangles himself from the half-demon, sliding seductively down his body.
And then Kurama's mouth is on him, hot and wet, moving with his customary grace when Yusuke thrusts again, and Yusuke can't tear his eyes away. Kurama meets his gaze hungrily - his teeth scrape lightly against Yusuke's cock - and the half-demon arches with a cry, hands flying to tangle in long hair, eyes closing, because it's all too much.
But Kurama doesn't stop, and now - oh, god - now Yusuke can feel the fox-demon moaning softly, can hear - vaguely - strange whimpers that might be spilling from his own mouth, but he can't bring himself to care. It's too soon, too fast, too good, and Yusuke just manages to get a hand up to his mouth in time to catch the keening wail that wrenches free as everything explodes into white.
When the colors fade back into the world, Yusuke is alone, the sharp tang of blood mingling with the bitter taste of disappointment in the back of his throat. With a frustrated sigh, he wipes the blood off one hand and the semen off the other, rolling out of the wet spot on the sheets. Sleep abandons him for a long while, though, and he is left uncharacteristically defenseless against the mocking voice in his head: the one that reminds him, again and again - in his own voice, with his own words and all the harsh cruelty he has ever been capable of mustering - of the unbearable distance between these pleasant dreams and cold reality.