Blue
Blindfold Disclaimer! ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
The blue blindfold shimmered in the moonlight. The dark haired man's chest rose and fell, the silver light crisscrossing once and again over sensitive nipples and heaving muscles. His moist flesh shivered as a light breeze filtered in through the window. A blonde man, slightly older, wiser, and harsher sat naked on the windowsill, his golden hair fluttering and falling around his shoulders. A pathetic moan escaped the man on the bed, his hands - fastened to the bedposts with blue silk scarves - were clenching and relaxing. The blonde looked away from the moon towards his companion, a lazy smirk graced his lips, and he rose from his seat. Tamahome felt the shift of weight as Nakago slipped onto the bed beside him, he moaned once more, it sounded like a plea to be set free. He felt the blonde man's lips move across one eyelid through the constricting material of the blindfold, then up over the bridge of his nose, toward the other eyelid. Almost mocking the lack of his sight with fluttering kisses. Nakago removed the ball that was gagging Tamahome, unfastening the leather straps that held it in place, before placing his lips over Tamahome's. There was a rush of relief in the younger man as he felt the horrible lump in his throat was sinking, and he didn't care anymore, it was too much and he didn't care. The blonde's tongue whipped into Tamahome's warm mouth cruelly, tasting him and exploring his moist cavern. Tamahome moaned once more, but it was different, there was a longing in his tone that seared Nakago's mind with desire. "I knew I would make you beg for me sooner or later... Tamahome..." the deep voice drawled into his left ear, tickling him and sending shivers down his spine. "I hate you..." Tamahome whimpered through clenched teeth. "You're lying..." Again his lips were claimed, this time Nakago's kiss was ravenous and unmerciful, bruising Tamahome with his feral desires. Wicked fingers tickled their way up and across Tamahome's chest, causing him to flex his muscles involuntarily. The hard dark nodules were given no mercy, as they were pulled and pinched ruthlessly, while the blonde moved to straddle his quarry. Tamahome groaned deeply, arching his neck as the expert hands moved across his chest and tortured his flesh. "Please..." "Please what?" Nakago lowered his face, kissing Tamahome's neck and biting it gently with his teeth, smiling when he felt a tremor pass through the younger man's body. "Please.. ah... Please stop..." Tamahome pleaded, his mind a whirl of sensations and emotions. Nakago smirked and reached down with his hand, grasping hold of Tamahome's engorged penis. Tamahome gasped and gulped at the air, "It doesn't seem like you want me to..." Nakago murmured sardonically. He laughed deeply in his throat, enjoying the play of emotions across Tamahome's blindfolded face. There was something irresistible about him being at his mercy, and Nakago couldn't stop himself from wanting him. He placed his moist lips on Tamahome's neck once more, suckling gently on the tanned skin. Tamahome moaned while mentally cursing the blindfold, wishing he could see the blonde man who was assailing his body so expertly. Nakago voiced the pleasure he was experiencing from Tamahome's body with a moan of his own, the sound was like a bell in the younger man's ears. Nakago's lips parted, and he licked the small mark he had sucked into existence on Tamahome's neck. It would fade within a week, but it's redness was obvious as a deeper shade of purple in the darkness of the room. Nakago placed tender moist kisses all over Tamahome's neck, unable to fight the intoxication that coursed through him at Tamahome's smell. He had a distinct taste and a unique smell, and they both drove Nakago mad with passion. Flicking his tongue over Tamahome's body, Nakago found his way down Tamahome's neck and across his chest, his tongue bumping into a nipple. Hello. Nakago circled the areole with his tongue, moistening the area with his saliva. With a wicked smirk he raised his head slightly and blew cold air onto the moist skin, causing Tamahome to arch his back and gasp Nakago's name out loud. The nipple hardened a little more as Tamahome's skin broke out in small goosebumps, a chortle escaped Nakago's closed lips, before he clamped them around Tamahome's nipple and suckled. Tamahome soughed with pain as Nakago's teeth bit into the dark nipple, pulling slightly, before letting go and massaging it with a moist tongue. It was torture, sweet and exquisite torture, carried out flawlessly by the man above him. He shifted uncomfortably as the pain between his thighs only heightened, he never thought a man could arouse such feelings within him. He whimpered Nakago's name, the last objection he voiced, before his mind was completely consumed by his need. Nakago looked down at Tamahome's hardness, his member twitched slightly at the sight of the younger man's penis. Nakago's smirk resurfaced and he shifted around easily, his lips directly above Tamahome's throbbing sex. Nakago flicked his tongue at the head, poking the tiny eye slightly with the tip of his tongue, drawing a tortured groan from Tamahome. Nakago smiled and lowered his hips, feeling Tamahome's lips clamp around his own organ, moaning and closing his eyes as the dark haired man commenced to suckle inexpertly. "Slower Tamahome... Mmmmm yes... Like that," Nakago took the whole of Tamahome's shaft into his mouth in one quick movement, feeling Tamahome gasp against his own penis. The blindfold became moist with tears of dissatisfaction, while Tamahome sought to quicken the pace by thrusting his hips upwards, he didn't succeed however since Nakago discontinued his gentle yet vicious exploration. Tamahome tried to do the same but received a sharp bite on the inside of his thigh, "Don't you dare stop..." He whimpered and conceded, drawing Nakago's sex deeper into his mouth, until it reached the back of his throat. He moaned, trying to accommodate Nakago's size, suckling at the foreign body part as though it was the elixir of life. Nakago rested his head against Tamahome's soft firm thigh, and breathed heavily, his desire mounting. His hair became moist with exertion, and he pulled out of Tamahome's mouth abruptly, causing the dark haired man to gasp with surprise. "You're quite subservient when you want to be, Tama-chan..." Tamahome pursed his lips together, which caused Nakago to laugh as he lowered his own to plant a warm kiss on the puckered form of Tamahome's. He didn't resist, in fact he ventured further into this strange field of desire by poking his tongue at Nakago's lips, the latter giving way and gaining him entry. Nakago's own tongue battled with Tamahome's, their grunts and moans mingling with each other until it seemed that only one being was present. Nakago pressed himself atop Tamahome, his own nipples hard against those below him, his sex silkily rubbing against Tamahome's. "Nakago... Nnnn... Nakago...." It was the final string in the frail reserve that Nakago battled to keep up, finally it had snapped. He viciously grabbed Tamahome's thighs and slung the darker haired man's legs over his broad shoulders, admiring the sight before him for a brief second before dipping his fingers into Tamahome's open mouth. Tamahome choked at the invading appendages at first, but lapped at them moments later, sliding his tongue along their length, coating them with his saliva. Nakago smirked and retracted them from Tamahome's warm mouth, spreading Tamahome's buttocks with his other hand, Nakago tickled the small puckered entrance with the moistened fingers of his other hand. Tamahome cried out in surprise, but his legs were firmly planted against Nakago's chest and shoulders, there was no escape. Nakago forced both fingers into Tamahome's heat, the muscles around them contracting and spasming at their audacity. A loud whimper escaped Tamahome as he tried to wriggle further up the bed, the scarves that bound his wrists to the posts aiding him, to no avail. Nakago wriggled his fingers within Tamahome, closing his eyes and listening to the desperation in his prey's tone of voice. "Please, unh! N-no more! I BEG YOU!" Nakago's eyes flew open and his free hand whistled through air, as a sharp slap rang out across the room. Tamahome's head was slightly angled, a stinging red mark slowly came into being on his left cheek. He held his bottom lip between his teeth, biting down the sob that threatened to surface, knowing that he wanted Nakago to continue, but too afraid to admit to it. Nakago extracted his fingers from Tamahome's depths and brought them once more to Tamahome's lips. "Suck," It was a command, one Tamahome chose to obey, his lips wrapped tenderly around the long fingers, and he tasted himself on them. Nakago leaned over to the side picking something up off the trey on the table, gently he pressed it to Tamahome's cheek, and the cool cloth soothed the slapmark. Tamahome moaned in gratitude and sucked with renewed ardour, eager to please this otherwise cold man whose mercy he was now upon. Nakago smiled faintly and abjured his fingers from Tamahome's mouth once more, reapplying them to his small puckered anus. This time Tamahome said nothing, but groaned deeply with each thrust Nakago made. Nakago bit down on his own lip, knowing that his resolve had all but broken, he had almost committed a grievous mistake, yet he held himself in check once more. But this time... This time it had to be all the way, he had to have Tamahome now or else all the small fabrications of lust would crumble. Nakago slowly pulled his fingers out, brought them to his lips, and licked at them noticing the musky taste that was Tamahome. Inching closer to him, Nakago gritted his teeth as he held himself against the heated opening, Tamahome bit down harder on his lip as he felt the tip of Nakago's sex penetrate him. An outcry of pain and defeat escaped Tamahome, as Nakago impaled him upon his member. He tore at the bindings on his hands but they were thick and tight, they made his wrists ache. Nakago reached a hand up over Tamahome's face and ripped the blindfold away from him. Freeing brilliant lilac, tear-stained eyes from their dark tomb. Tamahome was sobbing with the sensations that coursed through him; pain, bewilderment, desire, frailty, and vigour. Nakago leaned closer towards Tamahome, his chest brushing against the one below him, and his lips covering the quivering ones beneath. Slowly he moved, languidly, the moon stroking his pale back like an albino panther's paw. Tamahome arched his back, hips pressing against hips, as Nakago kissed and licked his tender throat. Slowly he slid and dipped inside of Tamahome, savouring the feeling of his warmth, the irrefutable fact that he was now conquered. His hands slid up the length of Tamahome's arms, tickling him and causing him to shiver with a slow whisper of breath passing from his lips into Nakago's blonde hair. Nakago's fingers found the tight knots of the silk scarves, with a quick movement, a bright blue glow on his forehead, and a small sigh, Tamahome's hands were free. Free yet bound, compelled, unstoppable. He circled them around Nakago's neck, delighting in the feel of the older man's silken hair against his forearms. He extended an arm down the length of Nakago's muscled back, his hand flattened against the taut skin, his nails digging into it as Nakago thrust savagely into him. They moaned in unison, Nakago's tongue found a helpless victim on Tamahome's chest, battered it and played with it until it ached. Tamahome's lips caught a delicate earlobe, licking the blue orb that decorated it, nibbling just below the jewelry. Nakago raised his face once more to lick the salty moisture away from Tamahome's cheeks, placing soft-lipped kisses on his nose, eyes, and forehead. Tamahome buried his hands within Nakago's thick blonde mane, clutching at it and running his fingers through it. Nakago moaned against Tamahome's chest, his thrusts becoming more forceful, his right hand moving down Tamahome's side, hip, and abdomen. He found the hardness of Tamahome's sex, causing the younger man to cry out in wanting, Nakago obliged and commenced to stroke the shaft with his hand. His own thrusts increased in velocity and frequency, pummeling Tamahome with his hips. Two names were called out in the dead of night; the silence became stifling. Nakago lay on top of Tamahome, perspiration making his body gleam and dance with moonbeams. He raised his head to peer down at the man that lay beneath him, he saw two large lilac eyes glinting in the faint light. A hand on the back of his head drew him close, and their lips locked in the ancient sacred ritual known as 'The Kiss'. While on the floor, cast away and forgotten by its owner and wearer... The blue blindfold shimmered in the moonlight. |