[July 1] [Junjou Romantica] Beautiful Dream or Horrid Nightmare?

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Title: Beautiful Dream or Horrid Nightmare?
Author: deecherrywolf
Day/Theme: July 1 / a dream is nothing but a ghost
Rating: NC-17
Series: Junjou Romantica
Character/Pairing: Romantica



When Misaki was a young kid, he loved his dreams. His dreams as a child had been outrageous fairy tales... ones where he'd be a heroic knight and gain the fortunes of kings. Small, childish dreams. As he got older they became more carnal in nature. After he turned 16, he would dream about girls. The way their developing body, much like his own developing body, would press against him and how their legs would open for him...

After he met Usagi-san, the dreams of women stopped... dreams of a crying Usagi-san replaced those wanton women. After witnessing the man cry it was all he could think about in his dreams. And the feeling of his weight on his shoulder. Those were dreams that more often than not confused him.

After he moved in with Usagi-san, the carnal dreams returned. Only there weren't any beautiful girls in these dreams... no beautiful bosoms, no long legs... nothing curvaceous about these dreams. No, those dreams were over. They were replaced by other carnal activities... a hot mouth on his cock, running a thick tongue along the underside, a large hand cupping his balls... the other hand prodding his bottom with a rough finger. He would moan and thrash against the finger moving within him and a deep chuckle would come from the other.

He would look down at the person sucking his cock, those light locks brushing against his exposed belly... those shoulders moving as his hands moved. When the person let his cock drop out of his mouth he'd look up at Misaki with those light blue-purple eyes... full of passion. And then that rumbling voice would speak.

“Misaki.”

Misaki moaned feeling Usagi-san run his cool hands up his stomach and over his chest, tweaking a nipple gently. That mouth returned back to it's business and one of the cold hands abandoned his chest to return to his bottom. Misaki spread his legs, giving Usagi-san more room to pleasure him. The moan that escaped Usagi's lip vibrated along Misaki's erection, causing him to shudder and curl his toes at the feeling.

These dreams always felt extraordinary. Even in his dreams Usagi was incredible at this.

Though sometimes his dreams were too good...

The feel of Usagi's tongue would feel too real... those hands would feel as if they were breaking the boundary between reality and dreams.

And often, Misaki would awake with a groan, expecting a wet bed, but only to find a rather large lump in his bed and suction on his erection... cool hands on his chest. Misaki would never forget the time Usagi first woke him with a blow job. It had scared him and he hadn't known what to do about the pervert Usagi.

“UWAA!! U-USAGI-SAN!!!”

The sucking stopped and Usagi poked his head out of the covers. “Good morning, Misaki.”

“What do you think you're do--!!”

He was cut short as Usagi threw the covers back and placed his lips over that engorged cock again. Misaki's mouth fell open as he watched Usami assault his lower region in clear view now. As arousing as it was to not see Usami licking him, the mere sight of that light haired man bobbing up and down was damn near orgasmic. Misaki felt his cheeks darken at the thoughts running through his head. He trembled as Usami's tongue slowly slid to the tip as he pulled away, giving it a small kiss before lowering himself, licking gently down the shaft before meeting something a bit lower...

Misaki's breath hitched as Usami gently licked at one of his balls. He clenched his eyes shut as Usami's licks grew heavier and more frequently until his mouth became involved as well. Misaki felt his heart hammer in his chest as that tongue decided to slid lower still. Misaki trembled, lifting up lightly, unconsciously lifting his hips as well, giving the man more access.

“No! Usagi-san! Wait, it's dirty--!! Ah!”

Misaki quickly fell back against the pillows, eyes wide and hips still lifted ever so slightly as Usami grasped his legs while licking his opening. Misaki felt his toes curl as that tongue prodded harder.... pushing in gently before withdrawing. Misaki blinked as the wet feeling stopped, the sounds of something being squirted out of a bottle filled him with anticipation and then the feeling of something else pushing itself against his opening. Something longer and harder than that tongue...

Misaki gasped as Usami's fingertip brushed against him, smearing lubrication over it delicately. Usami chuckled as he leaned up for a better look at Misaki's face, watching the young man's eyes clench shut and his head toss back as he began to mewl. Usami's eyes flickered back down to his hand, laying back in his position from earlier. Misaki's eyes opened and widened as he saw Usami watching his own dirty work.

“Usagi-san! Don't look!!”

Usami raised an eyebrow. “Why not? It's lovely down here.”

“Don't say such perverted-- ah!”

With the second finger in, Usami chuckled, curling his fingers ever so slightly and in just the right direction... Misaki cried out as those tips brushed against something inside of him. Usami quickly took great pleasure in torturing that area, drinking in Misaki's mewls and moans.

Misaki panted, hands gripping the sheets tightly as Usami's mouth engulfed his erection once more. It was becoming too much... just too much!!

He felt a tightening sensation inside of his lower belly and his balls as well, warning him of his climax. He threaded his fingers through Usami's hair. “Usagi-san.. uwa! I'm going to... ah!”

Usami gripped Misaki's hip with one hand, speeding up his other, adding a third finger while increasing his tempo on his young lover's cock. Misaki shuddered. It was all over for him.

He cried out loudly, coming within Usami's mouth.

Misaki shuddered at hearing the slurping noises coming from his crotch area. He glared down at Usami, who lifted his head. Misaki reached over to the nightstand, handing some tissues for Usami. “Idiot Usagi-san... why did you swallow?”

Usami didn't speak, he merely wiped his mouth, trashing the tissues, and then swiftly claiming Misaki's mouth. Misaki felt his nose wrinkle at the taste of tobacco and himself. It was disgusting, but Usami made it right... He moaned lightly as that tongue danced with his own, fingers slowly sliding out of Misaki. Misaki shuddered at the empty feeling while Usami leaned into him, close to his ear, and whispered.

“I can't hold back any more, Misaki.”

Misaki trembled as Usami reached for the nightstand, pulling out a foil square. Misaki clenched his eyes shut, embarrassed at seeing the condom wrapper... it didn't help at all, as the sound of the foil tearing only resonated deeper with his eyes closed. Moments later he felt the tip of Usami's cock brushing lovingly against his opening.

“Misaki, open your eyes...”

“No!”

Usami chuckled, pressing against that opening. “I want to see you.”

“You see me, don't you!?”

Another push. “I want to see you looking at me.”

“It's embarrassing!”

“Oh?” A sharp push, the head sunk in. Misaki's eyes popped open in surprise. Usami smirked, their eyes clashing instantly. Misaki shuddered as he felt that cock sink into him inch by inch. Usami moaned as he finally filled Misaki as much as he could, pausing to let his lover get situated. Their eyes still connected... watching Misaki's face turn from an excited pink to an embarrassed red.

It was endearing.

Misaki averted his eyes for a second, glancing at the wall then back to see Usami still looking at him. His eyes narrowed. “Stop it.”

“No.”

Usami captured his lips, finally allowing his young lover to close his eyes as their hips shifted together. Misaki gasped in his mouth as Usami's hands ran down his sides, ghosting over his flesh gently before meeting his legs, gripping them firmly and lifting them over his shoulders. Misaki cried out again as that cock somehow managed to press against that spot inside of him... pressing deeply. Usami shuddered as he pulled back, watching Misaki's moans and head thrashes as he started up a rhythm.

He pumped in gently at first, relishing the way Misaki's face screwed up in pleasure, how his hair would bounce with each thrust and those green eyes would flutter open every so often only to shut quickly as he spotted Usami looking at him... but then the tight warmth of Misaki became too much. His thrusting increased and he was soon slamming into him, drinking in Misaki's loud and passionate cries as he furiously pounded into his lover.

He felt his balls tighten and his body shake. “Misaki!”

“U-Usagi-san! A-Ah!!”

Misaki came once more, causing the muscles around Usami's arousal to spasm and clench down as well... milking Usami and urging him on to climax. Usami growled loudly, slamming once more before releasing himself.

They lay panting for a moment, Usami felt Misaki's legs slowly lower themselves and he gently pulled out, pulling the condom off slowly, tying it off before reaching over the side of the bed to dispose it in the waste bin. He handed Misaki some tissues, watching the young man dab at himself and then glare at him.

“How often do you do that?”

“Hm?”

“... that... when I'm asleep.”

“Oh... well, as often as I want to.”

Misaki felt his face fall sourly. Of course Usami would say that... and knowing that man, it meant all the time.

(THE END)