Until, Whenever...

Here we are, with the first of its kind. This is, for everyone’s perverted entertainment, the debut Yuriy x Boris jointly written lemon.

Your own, LaDyFiCtIoN and Diesty-Chan made this. This is our first collaboration and hopefully not our last together.

Warnings: Lemon.

Disclaimer: Nothing.

-=Until, whenever=-

He sat there, red sheets wrapped around his naked body, smoking a cigarette. He was lying against the smooth, cool wall that supported their bed and chilled his burning flesh. He leant his head back against the partition, drawing in a drag and seconds later, exhaling it slowly.

He then looked down to the ivory arm draped around his slender stomach, his olive eyes following the limb to the body it belonged to; red strands of fine hair spread against the pillow, looking like it was engulfed in flames. The face that belonged to the hair was in a deep, peaceful sleep, a small smile tugging at the pink lips.

Again, he drew in a puff of the cigarette and let out the smoke, watching the cloud of grey toxic dissipate before the ceiling, with a small smirk adorning his face as previous events ran through his mind.

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The force of the slam from the door shook the whole apartment. The two bodies in the apartment entangled in a lustful embrace. Hands swamped each other’s bodies and the kisses became playful and suggestive, rather then sweet and gentle. The smaller one teased mischievously pulling on the other’s lip, and then released it as he danced away, hips in full sway. Hands soon caught his slim wrists and tugged him back. Fingers roughly grabbed the boy’s ruby locks and pressed his lips harder on the captured. His tongue tried to gain entry to the warm mouth, which was being stubborn and resisting.

He resorted to other methods to obtain the taste he craved. He ran his free hand down the redhead’s back, tracing his index finger around his slim waist and then just a little below his trousers line, tickling the lad in an arousing manner. The boy jolted from the touch and a small moan escaped from his mouth. Finally, his entry had been allowed even though he used trickery. He slid his tongue in entwining it with the natives. The short breaths of both lads escaped through the small intervals allowed between the robust kisses.

The smaller one finally withdrew and tried dominating but the taller and obviously stronger was not going to give him that bit freedom just yet. He went straight for the kill. His lips came down hard on the bare neck of the older, sucking, licking, nipping and biting it as he pushed the lad in hope of finding something to stabilize them. Furniture caught in the rough dance was knocked over and moved, objects breaking, vases and lamps shattering but eventually they made it to a wall. Their breaths were just rasps now and the real fun was about to begin. The taller one stopped for a minute and looked at the cute Russian he had backed to a wall.

Violet eyes looked at him daringly and he smirked in response knowing what captured one was thinking. Without a minute’s delay, his hands were venturing further down and stroking the arousal in his trousers. A gasp shuddered out of the elder’s mouth, making the taller smirk in a devious way. He did it repeatedly torturing and teasing the lad, loving every second of it. On the other hand, the roused boy was not, tortured when all he could do was moan in response to the touch. He rest his head back against the wall, hoping the irking would soon end, but his lover kept it up even more, pressing slightly harder on the warm lump.

“Fucking hell, Boris, will you just do it all ready!” He complained, his excitement becoming unbearable.

The taller, known as Boris decided to play with him a bit more by just stroking the arousal through the jean material. Finally, his own lust took over and he went down on his knees. He lifted the going-to-be receiver’s top and kissed his ivory skin around the trousers rim, knowing his teasing was like hell and soft tongue, slowly lapping even worst. The moans from the teased one were evidence he liked it, so Boris halted. The violet orbed one stared down, wondering what his lover was doing stopping.

A smug smirked curled onto his lips. He then started to undo the braces to get to the buckle on the trousers and with that done the zip soon followed to be undone. Finally, he tugged the trousers down, boxers along with them. So now, the arousal that had been contained in the trousers up until now was released.

It had been nothing new to take it in his mouth, tongue circling the head before commencing with a slow bob. His tongue licking up the underside brought out another loud groan that resonated in the silence, disturbed by shallow breaths and whimpers in delight. Hands dug into the thin paint, veiling the concrete that contained the lustful noises until the fingers ran through the silky grey locks, pulling when the surges of bliss made his hips buck.

Boris lapped at the pre-cum, bobbing again at the entire length taken into his mouth, sucking when needed and licking in a swirl before rapture ensued. The warm liquid ran down his throat as a moan, laced with his name rang out with the orgasm. Climax had never tasted so sweet and looking up at the face, lost in his rapture, he smiled cheekily.

‘’Yuriy…’’ He breathed out his lover’s name, tongue rolling over his lower lip, savouring the last drops of essence lingering.

Yuriy did not respond, instead, pulled him into a fierce kiss, turned on again by the erotic taste of himself still present, in the warm cavern. His hands left the short tresses and began pulling up the articles of clothing remaining. Nothing seemed to come off quick enough. His fingers tugged at the pants, containing another hardening member and as they, both stood nude in the hall, he coaxed him into the bedroom, heading straight for the bed.

He refused to turn, stepping inside the room backwards, carefully placing each step. Mouths never parted, refusing to break even for a breath but they did, at the last second. Their timing had been precise, almost eerie as the lured found his legs pressed to the sideboards of their bed frame. With a push, his body made contact with the mattress, bouncing slightly on the springs. Another weight joined him, pinning him down with his arms and wrists pulled above his head.

The free hand toyed with a hard, rose nipple before taking it as well into his orifice. It earned him a whimper. Two digits, the index and middle travelled up the moistened flesh from the left side, running along a lower swollen lip. They were taken inside his mouth and dampened with saliva. The slick and glossy feel ran down his chin before they disappeared from his skin.

Lips returned to the abused pair as their mouths meshed, desperately together. The finger sultrily reappeared, tracing light damp circles on his inner thigh. They slid over his backside, and as their mouths ravished the other, he felt the first probe at his entrance. A second soon joined it and stretched the sensitive rim.

Only the initial penetration was remotely painful, a feeling he had long grown accustom too, soon to be smothered, as the second thrust ensued. It all started slow, at a leisure pace, until their hips rocked back and forth in their own sinful rhythm, the air riddled with their ragged breaths, groans, moans, and names stifled with fervour.

He kissed him during their sinful rhythm, muffling a moan, so husky; it sent shivers up his spine, ensued by nails, grazing up his skin. The body beneath him writhed as he felt that surge of white, hot lightening release into the core of his lover. When their eyes met, clouded by a sense of love, after the lust was fulfilled, everything else was clear and they…felt perfect.

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‘’Smoking is bad for you.’’ He smirked, letting out the drag he stole with a devious visage, from the cigarette he plucked away. ‘’It will leave you out of shape and I would not want that. Then, there would be no round two.’’

The tobacco stick, abandoned, burned to the filter and went out as the lovers occupied themselves for the remainder of the night again. Maybe even until dawn…or for breakfast…

until whenever…

-=EndE=-

AN: Ladyfiction: Wow that is hot. I really loved doing this with my partner in crime, Claire and nee-san extraordinaire. Without her, there would not have been such a shmex collaboration.

And, about the story, if you may have caught that mistake. There was no use of lube. Why? I did not want this to be overly romantic; it had to feel needy, lustful, like them, and only slightly rough and why I wrote that…still baffles myself.

AN: Diesty-chan: I did not think it would get this far when I started this little experiment out! Hehe! And, it turned out pretty much how I wanted it to! ^^ As you may see from my other fics, I am not a lemon writer, so this was new! ><

I have to thank Megs, my Imotou-chan for helping me out, I would not have finished it if she had not helped me. I do not really have much else to say except I hope you enjoyed it and now leave some nice comments, which will make us both happy. ^^