Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ Random Pr0n ❯ Random Pr0n ( Chapter 1 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

Hiei gasped as Kurama's soft, wet tongue traced the taut muscles of his neck, making its way slowly towards the divot at the base of his throat. His hands fisted in the red locks as a low moan escaped him, but the moan was cut short by a hiss as the kitsune's mouth found the welt running over Hiei's shoulder from his chest to his back.

“I'm sorry, Love,” Kurama breathed, drawing back as his smaller lover tensed.

“It's fine, Fox. Keep going,” Hiei mumbled, the pain receding already. When Kurama did not continue right away, Hiei used his hand in the fox's hair to pull the missing lips back to his neck. Carefully Kurama continued, making his way from Hiei's neck to his chest without brushing against the red, inflamed flesh.

Hiei enjoyed the feeling of Kurama laying on top of him, washing away the events of the past day with carefully placed kisses. Slowly the hiyoukai began to forget what had happened.

Kurama kissed and nibbled his way down Hiei's torso slowly, teasingly. He dragged his moist tongue around the hiyoukai's navel, causing the flesh to ripple as Hiei contracted his tight stomach muscles. Smiling, Kurama drew back and blew softly over the damp flesh, causing goosebumps to arise, among other things. Slowly, agonizingly, Kurama continued his descent.

Hiei knew better than to rush his fox. Kurama was a skilled lover, and he knew how to draw out even the smallest contact, making it last for a small eternity and torturing his lover with it. The kitsune always brought his mate pleasure, and Hiei trusted that tonight would be no exception. Settling for another low moan, he allowed the fox to take his time and pay homage to every inch of the toned, muscular body.

Kurama kissed his way down Hiei's abdomen. He knew the hiyoukai was fighting the urge to rush him, and he began to dawdle, taking more and more time to kiss and lick and avoiding the one area he knew Hiei needed his touch the most. It was a game they played. Kurama wanted to see how long Hiei could last without pushing his head down lower or crying out and begging him to continue. After their grueling fight with the escaped demon earlier that evening, Hiei did not last long.

“Gods! Fox, stop teasing me!” Hiei burst out, gripping Kurama's hair painfully tightly. The fox smiled.

“Stop teasing you, what, Love?” he whispered.

“Stop teasing me, now,” Hiei breathed, maintaining his vice-like grip.

“Nope,” Kurama responded cooly.

“Stop teasing me; I mean it!” Hiei replied, his voice cracking.

“Uh-uh,” Kurama replied calmly.

“Stop teasing me, PLEASE!” Hiei screamed, drawing out the last word in pleasurable agony and gripping Kurama's hair so tightly that several strands parted company with the kitsune's scalp.

“Well, since you asked so nicely...” Kurama began.

“Fox!!” Hiei shouted. Without another word, Kurama engulfed Hiei in his mouth, the breath from his nose tickling Hiei's groin and causing the fire demon to growl out a low groan.

Slowly the fox began to move his head, claiming Hiei's most sensitive flesh, then releasing it, reclaiming, releasing, down, up. Squirming, Hiei wriggled his hips, trying to increase the leisurely pace his mate had set. Kurama smiled, causing Hiei a sensation that made him cry out in sensory overload. Deciding to give his mate something to cry out about, Kurama began to hum softly.

Moist, hot vibrations started at Hiei's groin and spread throughout his entire body in waves, like a pulse of bliss. He opened his mouth, but only a few squeaks escaped as his vocal cords contracted too tightly to speak. His vision whitened, and he felt a pressure building within him, threatening to overtake all of senses is a maddened rush. Hiei was so distracted by the release to which he was so close, he did not even notice the first finger enter him gently and begin probing his inner walls.

Kurama twirled his tongue around his mate's hardened flesh, teasing and keeping the hiyoukai mere inches from climax, but not letting him slip over the edge just yet. Adding a second finger to the first, he began probing, looking for just the right spot. He knew where to find the sensitive bundle of nerves inside his mate, but he preferred to grope a bit first. Hiei, in his voiceless, tense state, seemed to prefer it, as well. Releasing his mate from his mouth, he added a third, and final, finger to prepare his lover.

Hiei finally found his ability to moan as the hot, wet mouth left him. The moan was a combination of disappointment and pleasure, for he finally felt the fingers stretching him and filling him. As they brushed the tender spot on the inner walls of his body, he shivered in anticipation. After a few more minutes, the fingers slipped away, leaving him empty.

Before he could protest, Kurama was on top of him, sliding inside of him. Hiei's whine died before it passed his lips as the taller fox settled onto him, allowing his weight to rest on Hiei's body. Strong arms surrounded the hiyoukai as the body above him moved, beginning the first steps of their intimate dance. Hiei pulled his legs up, wrapping them around the kitsune's slim waist and allowing the fox deeper access.

Kurama shifted, setting a moderate pace as he made love to his mate, rocking into and away from his lover. Hiei closed his eyes and tilted his head back, exposing his throat to the other demon. Kurama bent his head and gently placed his teeth over Hiei's Adam's Apple. This was a sign of trust, and a sign of their unshakable bond. Removing his teeth, Kurama licked the flesh and began trailing kisses and licks up Hiei's neck to his ear. The hiyoukai, lost in pleasure, did not even notice the tongue grazing the raised welt on his neck along the way.

When he got to Hiei's ear, Kurama stopped licking. Breathing into Hiei's ear for a few seconds, he finally whispered, “My love. My mate.” Hiei did not respond vocally, but the tightening of the arms and legs wrapped around him let Kurama know he had been heard. Increasing his pace, the fox began to drive them both towards their release.

Hiei's senses were full of Kurama. His ears heard Kurama's soft whisper. His eyes, during the few moments they fluttered open, saw the sweaty, crimson locks shake with every thrust. His nostrils were full of the scent of his fox and the musky scent of their joining. His skin tingled and leapt at every touch his lover gave to him as his body reacted to the welcome intrusion of their joining. Kurama's lips pressed against his, and even Hiei's taste was overwhelmed with the fox. The intimacy of their bond touched his senses as well, on a deeper level, and the sensations began to throb and hum in time to their movements. Breaking the kiss, Hiei moaned loudly, knowing his end was near.

Kurama felt the urgency with which Hiei separated their lips and the frantic, almost desperate undertone to his moans. Speeding up even more, the fox lifted Hiei's hips slightly to change the angle of his penetration and drive even more deeply into his mate. At this, Hiei moaned again, a sound that sent shivers of pleasure and lust down the fox's spine. Leaning forward, pressing all of his weight onto the demon below him, Kurama pushed a few more times before Hiei screamed his completion. The pleasure-laden sound and the clenching of Hiei's inner walls sent Kurama over the edge and he lost himself in the pleasure of his climax.

Neither demon moved for quite some time. When Kurama finally gathered his wits enough, he withdrew from his mate's body, but before he could roll to the side a soft voice stopped him. “Stay,” Hiei croaked. Kurama, too exhausted to think, just nodded and settled back down on top of the smaller form, drifting to sleep.

Hiei smiled. He loved when Kurama covered him like this. The independent, arrogant fire demon allowed his walls to fall when he was alone with his mate, and he cherished the bond they shared. Kurama was the first person around whom he could ever allow himself to be vulnerable. And to Kurama he gave his submission, his trust, his body, and his soul. The dark little demon with the gruff exterior had found the love he had so long been missing. The smile remained on his lips as sleep claimed him and he rested easily, covered by the one being he trusted to protect him.