[Weiß Kreuz] Wind
Title: Wind Rating: NC-17 for sex Author: Trio Maxwell-Chang Fandom: Weiß Kreuz Pairing or POV: Yohji/Ken Written for: me Special Note: The image caught me this morning as I snuggled beneath our blankets, staring out at the trees and listening to the wind, and I had to get up and write it. Otherwise, I'd still be abed.
The trees outside the window swayed irregularly, the wind rustling their branches and whistling through their leaves. The chill of the air had invaded the apartment building, Ken noted as he dragged himself awake.
He loved mornings like this, when the cold enticed him to remain beneath the blankets, pressing backward until he could feel the furnace heat of his lover spooned against his back. One long, lean arm curled around him lazily, draping over his waist and keeping him captive against the warmth. Rather than fight it, Ken smiled.
He could feel soft, steady breath against the base of his head, and the arm around his waist dragged itself back just long enough to brush hair from his lover's face in sleepy irritability. Eyes still on the trees outside, Ken chuckled quietly.
When the arm reached out for the small tube laying on their bedside table, feeling around for it blindly, Ken's grin widened. He retrieved it, opening it and passing it back to the man against his back. He loved these mornings more than any other, when they weren't in a hurry to get up and could indulge in slow, indolent pleasure.
After a moment, Ken felt one slicked finger pressing into him from behind, the penetration pulling a soft gasp from his throat. His leg shifted, draping itself over his lover's hip as he pinned the arm between their bodies. In response, a second finger slid in, stretching him as his lover's lips found his throat, nibbling along the column of skin.
Ken sighed, the need within him growing stronger. His own hand curled around his neglected length, encouraging the half-hard member to full rigidity in movements that matched the way the long fingers slid into him, stretching him open. He wanted to beg his lover to hurry up, but didn't quite dare to break the silence.
Eyes sliding shut, Ken could feel Yohji's fingers withdraw, leaving behind an aching emptiness that he didn't protest only because he knew it would be filled almost immediately. Hand stilling, he waited, listening to the rustling leaves outside and the soft breathing behind him. They had yet to speak, but their 'good mornings' were often silent and loving. Gentle pressure pushed against his entrance, and Ken shifted his leg back further, encouraging.
He felt his lover's hand wipe itself on the sheet, a quick cleaning job before he curled the arm around Ken once more. The fingers found his left nipple, tweaking it with the same lethargic need that had him pressing backward, feeling the thick flesh filling him.
His hand slipped up and back, threading through Yohji's hair. He was careful to avoid the morning snarls and knots, wanting to comb through the silken locks. His breath shuddered from his throat as Yohji seated himself fully within Ken's body, his eyes opening once more to stare out at the trees again. As always, he felt something swell in his chest, wanted to open his mouth and let it out. But as always, he didn't.
It didn't matter, really. Yohji seemed to understand every time, pushing himself up enough to peer down at Ken's profile. Ken's head turned, their eyes meeting as Yohji slowly drew himself out of the tight tunnel, then pushed in again. It wasn't like their other encounters, needy and demanding. No, this pleasure was more subtle, as much emotional as physical.
Their lips met in a soft kiss as Ken felt Yohji shudder, and he whined softly, catching Yohji's hand and drawing it to his cock. Together, their hands slid over the hot skin, thumbs fighting each other to rub against the bulbous tip. The thick droplets gathered there spread over Ken, and he moaned, speared and pleasured, loving every moment of it.
When the rhythm finally increased, Ken lost track of the trees outside, his neck caught in Yohji's teeth. His lover's hips moved demandingly, piercing him and then drawing away to drive in again. Still no words passed between them, but Ken felt the energy coiling within him, preparing to be released.
At the last minute, Ken grabbed an edge of the blankets, cupping it over his cock as he felt himself shudder again. He came into the makeshift covering, protecting the rest of the bed as he found his release. Behind him, he heard a sharp gasp, Yohji's hand gripping his hip as he held still within the grasping cavern. His teeth pressed into Ken's neck again, marking him, and he released what little control he had left, flooding Ken with his own fluids.
Their shudders slowed, then stopped entirely, bodies remaining linked as they settled back into their previous positions. Yohji's arm draped over Ken's waist once more, his mouth leaving Ken's skin as he nestled into the pillow. Ken shoved the wet part of the blanket away, nestling back against Yohji anew. His eyes sought the leaves still dancing outside their window, and a lazy smile graced his lips. He felt himself slipping back toward sleep, knew Yohji was doing likewise, and his heart swelled further. This was perfection.