Occasionally, he’d dig his nails into soft flesh just to hear Kurama cry out. Hiei teasingly, achingly ran his hands over the smooth plains of Kurama’s skin. Kurama tried to grind against Hiei but Hiei wasn’t ready to allow Kurama the pleasure of being fucked yet. “Yes, Hiei, I want you!” Kurama cried out. He kept a steady hold on Kurama’s erection. He rolled Kurama over onto his back and replaced his tongue with his fingers. The feeling of Hiei’s hot tongue leaving his entrance had Kurama whimpering in disappointment. He didn’t know how much longer he could hold out. His hand jerked up Kurama gasped out a moan. A string of barely coherent curses left Kurama’s mouth as Hiei wrapped a hand around Kurama’s erection. Kurama threw his head back at the intrusion of Hiei’s wet (and hot, oh gods, he was hot) tongue. With his nails digging in ever so slightly, Hiei opened Kurama enough to slip his tongue inside. Kurama felt Hiei kneel behind him and spread his ass-cheeks. Hiei’s hands were everywhere, grabbing Kurama’s ass, tweaking his pert nipples, massaging his dick (never for long enough to let him cum). Kurama worried for a moment that he’d have to walk home naked, but he didn’t get the chance to think about it too much. The sound of fabric being torn told Kurama that Hiei was removing his pants as quickly as possible. In one swift motion, Hiei pushed Kurama to the wet pavement on his hands and knees. “I thought you liked it,” Hiei murmured, a chuckle on his breath. ![]() It felt like his flame was surging through Kurama’s entire body. Hiei ravished Kurama’s lips with a fiery intensity. He didn’t know if it was blood or sweat, but he didn’t particularly care. The kitsune whimpered as his back was abused yet again and he felt warmth trickle down his spine. Hiei slammed Kurama into the wall in his attempt to get closer. The flavor of blood was soon lost in the taste of Hiei. The metallic taste of blood alerted Kurama that Hiei had broken the skin in at least one area. He straightened and reclaimed Kurama’s lips. Hiei moved his hot lips back down to Kurama’s chest, biting and licking his way down to where his progress was impeded by pants. He squeezed Kurama’s ass past the point of pain. His nails dug into Kurama’s thigh as he trailed his fingers up Kurama’s torn jeans. ![]() Hiei dragged a hand up Kurama’s leg, lifting his knee to give himself a better angle. “Am I being too rough?” Hiei growled, releasing Kurama’s neck. His shirt was torn, Kurama knew but Hiei’s hungry teeth clamped down on his neck and he could no longer think about the state of his clothing. The full moon was looming overhead, allowing only enough light to reach the ally so that the demons could see each other but nothing further away. The ally they were in was deserted and dark. Kurama’s breath hitched as Hiei’s hand roamed up his shirt. Hiei had returned from Makai after a long absence and both demons were feeling the separation. His back would no doubt be scratched all to hell tomorrow, but he didn’t care at the moment. With his back scraping on the unyielding brick wall behind him, Kurama stared down at the demon who currently had him pinned.
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