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It's getting hard for Hibari to hold back. His pillow is clenched tightly within his sweaty palms, ruining the packing within. It will be lumpy and impossible to sleep on the rest of the week, leading Hibari to punch it repeatedly and eventually be forced to buy a new one. The pillow cover, Egyptian cotton with a 300 thread count, hangs off the edge of Hibari's night stand. The sheets are tangled around Hibari's thighs, and Mukuro's legs press against the back of Hibari's legs, Mukuro's thighs lie on top of the sheets, trapping Hibari's legs under the sheets.
"Ah…" Hibari bites into the pillow to stifle the sounds he is making.
Mukuro chuckles against the back of his neck, sweat slipping across their skin. The sounds of Mukuro thrusting in and out of Hibari's ass is wet and slick and squishy. Hibari groans into his pillow and tightens up, his arms holding the pillow even tighter against his face.
Mukuro's breath hitches and his nails bite into Hibari's hips.
"You're not going to scream for me, Skylark?" Mukuro pries one hand off of Hibari's hips to train his fingers along the loosely knotted black silk tie that still dangles around Hibari's neck and tickles at his chest. "I like it when you scream." Mukuro dusts the end of Hibari's tie over one perky nipple.
Hibari grunts and thrusts backwards against Mukuro, demanding even though he is not in control.
"Kufufu." Mukuro chuckles into Hibari's ear and obliges Hibari's demanding body language, thrusting hard and fast into him. Their breathing speeds up, and words fall apart to moans and groans and stifled expletives. Hibari doesn't scream, not even when he comes, splattering seed all over his white headboard. This is an improvement, as the last time Mukuro fucked him before a performance Hibari had to cancel, his voice lost from the night's activities.
Mukuro jacks off and comes onto the back of Hibari's thighs, prompting a backwards swipe of Hibari's fist. Mukuro easily dodges, and slides along the bed to lay on his side. Hibari flops onto his front and kicks at the sheets tangling along his legs. Hibari ignores the feeling of Mukuro watching him and instead tries to summon the energy to move. He wants to shower before he falls asleep, otherwise the cum will dry on his skin and become sticky, pulling at the small hairs on his legs. He wants to wipe off the wall too, because that's just gross.
"What are you singing tomorrow?" Mukuro questions, stroking manicured fingernails along Hibari's back. Mukuro plays the trumpet, not the violin, so unlike many orchestra members he does not need to keep his nails extremely short. Hibari snorts into the pillow case.
"If you do not know the concert schedule by now, I will bite you to death." Picking himself up Hibari rolls off the bed, away from Mukuro. "You have a solo."
Mukuro lounges easily on a bed kicked and stripped bare of all but the most basic of sheets, the rest of the accoutrements tossed around the room. The room looks like a crime scene, bold splashes of red covered up by white and black randomly tossed around cloth. Hibari wades through a sea of shirts and pants and coverlets to get to his bathroom, and he does not bother to close the door after him. The bathroom's light is bright white, in comparison to the low dim light golden light of Hibari's bedside table. Hibari turns the water on hot and waits for steam to begin to fill the room.
Mukuro will give him five minutes to strip the remnants of round one off his skin, and then will begin round two.
"Ah…" Hibari bites into the pillow to stifle the sounds he is making.
Mukuro chuckles against the back of his neck, sweat slipping across their skin. The sounds of Mukuro thrusting in and out of Hibari's ass is wet and slick and squishy. Hibari groans into his pillow and tightens up, his arms holding the pillow even tighter against his face.
Mukuro's breath hitches and his nails bite into Hibari's hips.
"You're not going to scream for me, Skylark?" Mukuro pries one hand off of Hibari's hips to train his fingers along the loosely knotted black silk tie that still dangles around Hibari's neck and tickles at his chest. "I like it when you scream." Mukuro dusts the end of Hibari's tie over one perky nipple.
Hibari grunts and thrusts backwards against Mukuro, demanding even though he is not in control.
"Kufufu." Mukuro chuckles into Hibari's ear and obliges Hibari's demanding body language, thrusting hard and fast into him. Their breathing speeds up, and words fall apart to moans and groans and stifled expletives. Hibari doesn't scream, not even when he comes, splattering seed all over his white headboard. This is an improvement, as the last time Mukuro fucked him before a performance Hibari had to cancel, his voice lost from the night's activities.
Mukuro jacks off and comes onto the back of Hibari's thighs, prompting a backwards swipe of Hibari's fist. Mukuro easily dodges, and slides along the bed to lay on his side. Hibari flops onto his front and kicks at the sheets tangling along his legs. Hibari ignores the feeling of Mukuro watching him and instead tries to summon the energy to move. He wants to shower before he falls asleep, otherwise the cum will dry on his skin and become sticky, pulling at the small hairs on his legs. He wants to wipe off the wall too, because that's just gross.
"What are you singing tomorrow?" Mukuro questions, stroking manicured fingernails along Hibari's back. Mukuro plays the trumpet, not the violin, so unlike many orchestra members he does not need to keep his nails extremely short. Hibari snorts into the pillow case.
"If you do not know the concert schedule by now, I will bite you to death." Picking himself up Hibari rolls off the bed, away from Mukuro. "You have a solo."
Mukuro lounges easily on a bed kicked and stripped bare of all but the most basic of sheets, the rest of the accoutrements tossed around the room. The room looks like a crime scene, bold splashes of red covered up by white and black randomly tossed around cloth. Hibari wades through a sea of shirts and pants and coverlets to get to his bathroom, and he does not bother to close the door after him. The bathroom's light is bright white, in comparison to the low dim light golden light of Hibari's bedside table. Hibari turns the water on hot and waits for steam to begin to fill the room.
Mukuro will give him five minutes to strip the remnants of round one off his skin, and then will begin round two.