Ai No Kusabi Fan Fiction ❯ Lust ❯ Lust ( One-Shot )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: Ka-Ching! 
Raoul jerks off to a fantasy he has about Iason.
Raoul/Iason (sort of)
AU, PWP
Anime/Manga: Ai No Kusabi Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 02.17.2003 | Pages: 1 | Words: 981 | Visits: 1.5K | Status: Completed
Raoul jerks off to a fantasy he has about Iason.
Raoul/Iason (sort of)
AU, PWP
Anime/Manga: Ai No Kusabi Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 02.17.2003 | Pages: 1 | Words: 981 | Visits: 1.5K | Status: Completed
Lust
By: Ka-Ching!
Fandom: Ai no Kusabi
PWP/AU
Lime
Shounen ai
Pairing: Iason/Raoul (sort of)
Spoilers: None
Rating: NC-17
Archive: Ask and you shall receive.
Feedback: It would be greatly appreciated.
Story blurb: Raoul is jerking off in his living room to thoughts of his best friend, Iason.
Disclaimer: I don't own Ai no Kusabi or any continuations/variations of the show/movie/games/other merchandise, or any of the characters within, and I am not making any money off of this, or any other, fanfiction.
Warning: Male/male situations, masturbation, hentai thoughts, language
Author's note: This is an idea that came to me while I was writing More Than Friends. So, I just had to write it, before I explode. O.o; This is also my first attempt at a fanfic that's just masturbation
Raoul sat completely naked in his living room, on a comfortable chair by the couch, his legs spread wide and his hand firmly gripping his own hard cock, his lips parted slightly as he made very soft pants, his eyes closed and his back slightly arched, head back a bit.
His hand was completely still, positioned at the hilt of his erection, wanting to get the perfect thoughts before continuing. He moved back a bit on the chair, removing his hand from his cock for a moment, so that he could help himself into the right position, getting his legs up on the arms of the chair. Just in case he needed extra stimulation with fingers inside of himself.
Finally, he had the perfect thought. Iason blowing him, going down on him and deep-throating him like an expert, kneeling naked in front of him, that beautiful blond hair, so much lighter than his own golden blond hair, falling down his back and a few locks falling over his shoulders. He pictured Iason's well-toned body, firm ass...Iason's whole body was sculpted just right, like some statue of a Greek god come to life.
Raoul wanted to be dominated by Iason, wanted to give in, to submit, to subject himself to that sinful pleasure that was Iason's mouth, hands and cock. Speaking of Iason's dick...in Raoul's fantasy at the moment, it was hard and straining, but Iason wasn't paying attention to his own cock, he was paying attention to Raoul's, his mouth on it, sucking, deep-throating, tongue playing at the same time.
Delicious imaginary suction that felt so wonderful it made him want to scream, but he only moaned, his hand gripping his erection firmly again and sliding up and down it slowly, his thumb swirling over the head and across the narrow slit at the tip on very trip down the hard length.
"Oh, god..." Raoul breathed, his breath hitching slightly for a moment, his hips starting to involuntarily thrust a little bit when he sped up his pace, pumping his own dick faster, his breathing heavier now, his body starting to flush just slightly, as well as sweat a bit, some of his golden hair starting to stick to his face.
"Yes! Suck me! Faster!!" Raoul yelled to an imaginary Iason, who did as Raoul asked in the fantasy the Blondie had made for himself at the start of this.
He stroked himself faster, to match the pace his imaginary Iason had, his other hand moving down to fondle his own balls at the same time. He could easily imagine Iason with Raoul's cock in his mouth down to the golden curls and Iason's hand fondling his balls much like his own hand was doing right now.
"More!" Raoul cried out to his imaginary lover, thrusting his hips into his own hand, the hand he was imagining was Iason's mouth.
He let the hand at his balls drop down again, gasping as he slid his index finger into his own entrance, the greedy hole tried to take in more than there was, the muscles squeezing around Raoul's own finger, as Raoul moved it in and out of himself, arching again and begging the imaginary Iason for more, his hand moving up and down on his cock as fast and hard as he could make it, firmly gripping his own dick, thrusting into his own hand.
His body was flushed red with desire and need, sweat making his already beautiful lithe body glisten as he writhed and moaned in pleasure of what he was doing to his own body, his long golden hair matted and clinging to his neck, shoulders.
Adding a second finger inside of himself nearly did him in. He tried to spread his legs further, move them further up on the arms of the chair, thrusting faster into his own hand, two fingers moving in and out of the greedy puckered hole that was his entrance, stroking himself from on the inside as well as the outside.
"IASON!!" Raoul cried out, as he finally came, cumming all over his own hand, arching his back until it seemed nearly painful, thrusting up one last time into his own hand, his muscles clamping and spasming around his own fingers, sliding them in further as far as he could.
He was still panting when he could finally move again, removing his fingers from inside of himself, as well as removing his hand from his own cock, opening his eyes again, and bringing his hand up to lick the cum off of his own fingers.
Raoul's eyes scanned the dark room. The only thing remotely resembling Iason was a photograph he had. Iason didn't look too happy in the picture, either. He sighed softly, there went his fantasy.
"I can always do this again tomorrow night." Raoul said to himself, taking his legs down off the arms of the chair and sitting down the way he was supposed to in the chair, for a moment while he rested, legs still slightly spread.
The End
By: Ka-Ching!
Fandom: Ai no Kusabi
PWP/AU
Lime
Shounen ai
Pairing: Iason/Raoul (sort of)
Spoilers: None
Rating: NC-17
Archive: Ask and you shall receive.
Feedback: It would be greatly appreciated.
Story blurb: Raoul is jerking off in his living room to thoughts of his best friend, Iason.
Disclaimer: I don't own Ai no Kusabi or any continuations/variations of the show/movie/games/other merchandise, or any of the characters within, and I am not making any money off of this, or any other, fanfiction.
Warning: Male/male situations, masturbation, hentai thoughts, language
Author's note: This is an idea that came to me while I was writing More Than Friends. So, I just had to write it, before I explode. O.o; This is also my first attempt at a fanfic that's just masturbation
Raoul sat completely naked in his living room, on a comfortable chair by the couch, his legs spread wide and his hand firmly gripping his own hard cock, his lips parted slightly as he made very soft pants, his eyes closed and his back slightly arched, head back a bit.
His hand was completely still, positioned at the hilt of his erection, wanting to get the perfect thoughts before continuing. He moved back a bit on the chair, removing his hand from his cock for a moment, so that he could help himself into the right position, getting his legs up on the arms of the chair. Just in case he needed extra stimulation with fingers inside of himself.
Finally, he had the perfect thought. Iason blowing him, going down on him and deep-throating him like an expert, kneeling naked in front of him, that beautiful blond hair, so much lighter than his own golden blond hair, falling down his back and a few locks falling over his shoulders. He pictured Iason's well-toned body, firm ass...Iason's whole body was sculpted just right, like some statue of a Greek god come to life.
Raoul wanted to be dominated by Iason, wanted to give in, to submit, to subject himself to that sinful pleasure that was Iason's mouth, hands and cock. Speaking of Iason's dick...in Raoul's fantasy at the moment, it was hard and straining, but Iason wasn't paying attention to his own cock, he was paying attention to Raoul's, his mouth on it, sucking, deep-throating, tongue playing at the same time.
Delicious imaginary suction that felt so wonderful it made him want to scream, but he only moaned, his hand gripping his erection firmly again and sliding up and down it slowly, his thumb swirling over the head and across the narrow slit at the tip on very trip down the hard length.
"Oh, god..." Raoul breathed, his breath hitching slightly for a moment, his hips starting to involuntarily thrust a little bit when he sped up his pace, pumping his own dick faster, his breathing heavier now, his body starting to flush just slightly, as well as sweat a bit, some of his golden hair starting to stick to his face.
"Yes! Suck me! Faster!!" Raoul yelled to an imaginary Iason, who did as Raoul asked in the fantasy the Blondie had made for himself at the start of this.
He stroked himself faster, to match the pace his imaginary Iason had, his other hand moving down to fondle his own balls at the same time. He could easily imagine Iason with Raoul's cock in his mouth down to the golden curls and Iason's hand fondling his balls much like his own hand was doing right now.
"More!" Raoul cried out to his imaginary lover, thrusting his hips into his own hand, the hand he was imagining was Iason's mouth.
He let the hand at his balls drop down again, gasping as he slid his index finger into his own entrance, the greedy hole tried to take in more than there was, the muscles squeezing around Raoul's own finger, as Raoul moved it in and out of himself, arching again and begging the imaginary Iason for more, his hand moving up and down on his cock as fast and hard as he could make it, firmly gripping his own dick, thrusting into his own hand.
His body was flushed red with desire and need, sweat making his already beautiful lithe body glisten as he writhed and moaned in pleasure of what he was doing to his own body, his long golden hair matted and clinging to his neck, shoulders.
Adding a second finger inside of himself nearly did him in. He tried to spread his legs further, move them further up on the arms of the chair, thrusting faster into his own hand, two fingers moving in and out of the greedy puckered hole that was his entrance, stroking himself from on the inside as well as the outside.
"IASON!!" Raoul cried out, as he finally came, cumming all over his own hand, arching his back until it seemed nearly painful, thrusting up one last time into his own hand, his muscles clamping and spasming around his own fingers, sliding them in further as far as he could.
He was still panting when he could finally move again, removing his fingers from inside of himself, as well as removing his hand from his own cock, opening his eyes again, and bringing his hand up to lick the cum off of his own fingers.
Raoul's eyes scanned the dark room. The only thing remotely resembling Iason was a photograph he had. Iason didn't look too happy in the picture, either. He sighed softly, there went his fantasy.
"I can always do this again tomorrow night." Raoul said to himself, taking his legs down off the arms of the chair and sitting down the way he was supposed to in the chair, for a moment while he rested, legs still slightly spread.
The End