Post by Loki-chan on Apr 10, 2007 21:40:30 GMT -5
[[here, until I think of a better place to post fics? Feh, my forum, my rules. ;D Takes place in that gap in the party scene emma didn't want to wriiiite~ ENJOY. plus. YAOI WARNING YAOI WARNING YAOI WARNING thanks.]]
“Mmmm~… you reek.” Ren purred through nips and sucks to Mithy’s tender flesh.
“Alcohol. Drunk. Both of us.”
Mithy never had been very talkative, and Ren surmised the alcohol didn’t help that. Of course, between Ren’s alternating locations of his kisses, his mouth was only available at select moments. It wasn’t his fault of course. Being drunk left Ren indecisive. Or maybe, just hungry. A fiery attempt to devour as much of the older male as he could stand.
The night had barely started before everyone cracked into the booze, and through the thin walls Ren still heard the party raving outside. That would be his ridiculous “friends” whom Mithy had invited to come. If Ren were not focused on other things, right now he’d be out there laughing at the stupid things Horo was known for doing when drunk. Tonight Ren was the one to be laughed at, however, Mithy had still been sober enough to figure out they needed to move before Ren continued. Maybe it was because Ren had stuck his hand down his pants that he snapped to attention, or maybe he was just self-conscious, but Mithy had indeed picked up the intoxicated young chinaman and dragged them off to his bedroom. Ren, in this state, could certainly not walk there.
Ren had lost his shirt somewhere before they made it into the room. The heat of the party and the warm sensation of the alcohol on his brain made Ren’s half-naked body glisten in sweat. He writhed when Mithy finally set him down on the bed, as he slipped around give him a sexy pose. Which wasn’t hard, considering that without his shirt, Ren could be sexy just standing there. But now he dragged Mithy down onto the bed, limbs and body slipping around him like a seducing little minx, just begging for whatever Mithy could dish out.
The bottle Mithy had finished off – vodka, whiskey, it’d been something strong – was finally setting in, apparently. His cheeks were now a rosy pink, which may have even just been from the way Ren was treating him. But Mithy didn’t blush quite as often as the chinaman around him did, and one would tend to assume it was the alcohol. Once out of his right mind, Ren was free to drive him mad. And just when Ren’s hand had snaked it’s way under Mithy’s waistband and found it’s prize, it seemed to awaken Mithy’s dormant aggressive side. He finally took the offensive.
Roughly Ren was pushed down onto the soft, forgiving covers, and panting as he lay there and looked up at the Englishman who loomed over him. It was almost intimidating, when one considers the difference in their size. Mithy had Ren pinned down with his whole body, almost. He lay on Ren, their pelvises together, and his own back arched enough to keep his head aligned with Ren’s. Of course, his legs extended hopelessly past Ren’s. Their abdomens might have been comparable, but Ren was short in general, and Mithy had incredibly long legs. Proportionally though, Mithy was still completely bigger than Ren. Completely.
Ren, unleashed by alcohol, moaned like a bitch under Mithy’s ministration. Even the Englishman’s hands held Ren’s arms down, so that he was completely trapped below the older. There was something about that feeling that made him antsy, and coincidentally, turned on. Ren whimpered Mithy’s name as he rubbed against the bed, attempting to get out of his pants though the tie was still firmly in place. Damn that belt. Ren’s efforts were futile, since his hips were far too big to even consider something slipping over them, especially when it was tied right below his waist. There had to be at least a three-inch difference in the measurements. Ren was a regular hourglass figure.
Mithy however, noticed Ren’s pain and was quick to free him of it. With a quick shift of his lower body, Mithy slipped down with his head and bit Ren’s belt, the cloth bow coming undone and the belt limply falling to the bed. Ren didn’t even have to wiggle this time, Mithy nudged his pants down enough to get what he wanted, which was risen and waiting (and in fact, had been since around his second drink.) Ren’s whole body quivered with shock as he got a hot, deep-throat suck out of the Englishman, who then apparently decided he disliked the idea and left Ren with only his hand as a replacement. The jolt had managed to get Ren moaning. Half moans of which came out in Chinese, perhaps Ren didn’t even know how to express them in a foreign language. But his accent sent shivers down Mithy’s spine, as it would veritably any person of either gender in a similar situation. Ren’s voice was sexy even in Japanese, but when he got going in his native tongue, the whole building swooned.
Mithy’s long fingers played with Ren’s length just long enough to get his pants all the way off, and then slip out of his own. Without even waiting for Ren to get his first orgasm (which due to inexperience, he was quite near), Mithy sloppily grabbed his bedside bottle of lotion and dribbled it down onto himself. The action caught Ren’s attention, and drew it all the way down to observe something he hadn’t seen before. Were all Englishmen that well endowed? Ren’s was nothing to scoff at, especially in proportion to his body, but Mithy… even if smaller proportionally, Mithy was a giant compared to him… and that seemed to dictate his manhood would be too. Ren saw why he reached for the lotion. Ren barely knew how he’d stretch to fit that anyways, to imagine it without any lubrication…
Ren winced lightly. But his alcoholic want of the Englishman cast aside his fears and hesitations. He promptly began giving him wanting eyes, and licking his lips seductively. He wanted Mithy, and Mithy he would have. So Mithy promptly abandoned Ren’s member and pried his legs up and apart, because as men, foreplay was for sissies. Who cared how close he’d gotten Ren to coming with just his hand… not him, obviously. Mithy would make sure that Ren got to do that plenty of times tonight, regardless.
Ren’s ankles rested atop Mithy’s shoulders, and he was glad that he was such a limber person. If everything else of his stretched, maybe he’d have the same luck…
As Mithy pressed in, Ren abandoned all such hope. In an attempt to enjoy it, Ren grit his teeth and clawed the bed sheets, encouraging Mithy half-heartedly to go on. Mithy gave him only a temporary look of concern, a small breakthrough of his sober side behind this alcohol-infused sex fiend. Once he’d fit all of himself inside Ren (a feat in itself), he wasted no time with thrusting. The Englishman was moaning in pleasure, and Ren in pain. Obviously the small cavern which Ren possessed felt awfully nice to Mithy, who was inside it. Ren’s hands grabbed at Mithy’s back as he pounded away, and with every bloody talon mark left on Mithy’s back Ren numbed up a bit, the alcohol causing the pain to subside. Ren burst out in a chorus of Mithy’s name, just begging him to speed up, hit that spot, go deeper. His teeth had fastened themselves to Mithy’s earlobe, chewing it playfully as he was penetrated. He’d blow his warm breath on it and whisper more commands that need be obeyed, or else.
By the time they’d worn out the party had too, it was early morning and everyone finally decided to leave. Or maybe Mana was out there shoving them through the door. But Ren vaguely remembered hearing giggles from down in another bedroom, so perhaps she’d gone a little far with the tipsy American as well. Ren, having come so much that it was surprising his testicles weren’t empty, lay curled up against the Englishman who was just as, if not more, exhausted. Cum oozed over the boys, the bed sheets, as well as dripped from the ceiling… but it didn’t bother them now. The alcohol still ran in their blood, and not until the morning’s wicked hangover would they realize the magnitude of their actions. For now, they were totally content, as two good friends with benefits.
“Mmmm~… you reek.” Ren purred through nips and sucks to Mithy’s tender flesh.
“Alcohol. Drunk. Both of us.”
Mithy never had been very talkative, and Ren surmised the alcohol didn’t help that. Of course, between Ren’s alternating locations of his kisses, his mouth was only available at select moments. It wasn’t his fault of course. Being drunk left Ren indecisive. Or maybe, just hungry. A fiery attempt to devour as much of the older male as he could stand.
The night had barely started before everyone cracked into the booze, and through the thin walls Ren still heard the party raving outside. That would be his ridiculous “friends” whom Mithy had invited to come. If Ren were not focused on other things, right now he’d be out there laughing at the stupid things Horo was known for doing when drunk. Tonight Ren was the one to be laughed at, however, Mithy had still been sober enough to figure out they needed to move before Ren continued. Maybe it was because Ren had stuck his hand down his pants that he snapped to attention, or maybe he was just self-conscious, but Mithy had indeed picked up the intoxicated young chinaman and dragged them off to his bedroom. Ren, in this state, could certainly not walk there.
Ren had lost his shirt somewhere before they made it into the room. The heat of the party and the warm sensation of the alcohol on his brain made Ren’s half-naked body glisten in sweat. He writhed when Mithy finally set him down on the bed, as he slipped around give him a sexy pose. Which wasn’t hard, considering that without his shirt, Ren could be sexy just standing there. But now he dragged Mithy down onto the bed, limbs and body slipping around him like a seducing little minx, just begging for whatever Mithy could dish out.
The bottle Mithy had finished off – vodka, whiskey, it’d been something strong – was finally setting in, apparently. His cheeks were now a rosy pink, which may have even just been from the way Ren was treating him. But Mithy didn’t blush quite as often as the chinaman around him did, and one would tend to assume it was the alcohol. Once out of his right mind, Ren was free to drive him mad. And just when Ren’s hand had snaked it’s way under Mithy’s waistband and found it’s prize, it seemed to awaken Mithy’s dormant aggressive side. He finally took the offensive.
Roughly Ren was pushed down onto the soft, forgiving covers, and panting as he lay there and looked up at the Englishman who loomed over him. It was almost intimidating, when one considers the difference in their size. Mithy had Ren pinned down with his whole body, almost. He lay on Ren, their pelvises together, and his own back arched enough to keep his head aligned with Ren’s. Of course, his legs extended hopelessly past Ren’s. Their abdomens might have been comparable, but Ren was short in general, and Mithy had incredibly long legs. Proportionally though, Mithy was still completely bigger than Ren. Completely.
Ren, unleashed by alcohol, moaned like a bitch under Mithy’s ministration. Even the Englishman’s hands held Ren’s arms down, so that he was completely trapped below the older. There was something about that feeling that made him antsy, and coincidentally, turned on. Ren whimpered Mithy’s name as he rubbed against the bed, attempting to get out of his pants though the tie was still firmly in place. Damn that belt. Ren’s efforts were futile, since his hips were far too big to even consider something slipping over them, especially when it was tied right below his waist. There had to be at least a three-inch difference in the measurements. Ren was a regular hourglass figure.
Mithy however, noticed Ren’s pain and was quick to free him of it. With a quick shift of his lower body, Mithy slipped down with his head and bit Ren’s belt, the cloth bow coming undone and the belt limply falling to the bed. Ren didn’t even have to wiggle this time, Mithy nudged his pants down enough to get what he wanted, which was risen and waiting (and in fact, had been since around his second drink.) Ren’s whole body quivered with shock as he got a hot, deep-throat suck out of the Englishman, who then apparently decided he disliked the idea and left Ren with only his hand as a replacement. The jolt had managed to get Ren moaning. Half moans of which came out in Chinese, perhaps Ren didn’t even know how to express them in a foreign language. But his accent sent shivers down Mithy’s spine, as it would veritably any person of either gender in a similar situation. Ren’s voice was sexy even in Japanese, but when he got going in his native tongue, the whole building swooned.
Mithy’s long fingers played with Ren’s length just long enough to get his pants all the way off, and then slip out of his own. Without even waiting for Ren to get his first orgasm (which due to inexperience, he was quite near), Mithy sloppily grabbed his bedside bottle of lotion and dribbled it down onto himself. The action caught Ren’s attention, and drew it all the way down to observe something he hadn’t seen before. Were all Englishmen that well endowed? Ren’s was nothing to scoff at, especially in proportion to his body, but Mithy… even if smaller proportionally, Mithy was a giant compared to him… and that seemed to dictate his manhood would be too. Ren saw why he reached for the lotion. Ren barely knew how he’d stretch to fit that anyways, to imagine it without any lubrication…
Ren winced lightly. But his alcoholic want of the Englishman cast aside his fears and hesitations. He promptly began giving him wanting eyes, and licking his lips seductively. He wanted Mithy, and Mithy he would have. So Mithy promptly abandoned Ren’s member and pried his legs up and apart, because as men, foreplay was for sissies. Who cared how close he’d gotten Ren to coming with just his hand… not him, obviously. Mithy would make sure that Ren got to do that plenty of times tonight, regardless.
Ren’s ankles rested atop Mithy’s shoulders, and he was glad that he was such a limber person. If everything else of his stretched, maybe he’d have the same luck…
As Mithy pressed in, Ren abandoned all such hope. In an attempt to enjoy it, Ren grit his teeth and clawed the bed sheets, encouraging Mithy half-heartedly to go on. Mithy gave him only a temporary look of concern, a small breakthrough of his sober side behind this alcohol-infused sex fiend. Once he’d fit all of himself inside Ren (a feat in itself), he wasted no time with thrusting. The Englishman was moaning in pleasure, and Ren in pain. Obviously the small cavern which Ren possessed felt awfully nice to Mithy, who was inside it. Ren’s hands grabbed at Mithy’s back as he pounded away, and with every bloody talon mark left on Mithy’s back Ren numbed up a bit, the alcohol causing the pain to subside. Ren burst out in a chorus of Mithy’s name, just begging him to speed up, hit that spot, go deeper. His teeth had fastened themselves to Mithy’s earlobe, chewing it playfully as he was penetrated. He’d blow his warm breath on it and whisper more commands that need be obeyed, or else.
By the time they’d worn out the party had too, it was early morning and everyone finally decided to leave. Or maybe Mana was out there shoving them through the door. But Ren vaguely remembered hearing giggles from down in another bedroom, so perhaps she’d gone a little far with the tipsy American as well. Ren, having come so much that it was surprising his testicles weren’t empty, lay curled up against the Englishman who was just as, if not more, exhausted. Cum oozed over the boys, the bed sheets, as well as dripped from the ceiling… but it didn’t bother them now. The alcohol still ran in their blood, and not until the morning’s wicked hangover would they realize the magnitude of their actions. For now, they were totally content, as two good friends with benefits.
