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Facet -> Hallway Encounter (erotic short story) (11/15/2009 12:03:15 PM)
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This is actually a fanfiction for the anime Naruto, but you don't have to be familiar with it at all to appreciate this short.
Hallway Encounter
Kabuto happened to step out into the torch-lit hall just as Orochimaru was passing by on the way to his own room for the night. There was a flicker of motion and Kabuto's back was suddenly against the rough wall. His eyes went wide as he was crushed between cold stone and the man's chest, and lowered to half mast when his lips were caught in a bruising lusty kiss. The gray haired boy slipped one hand up the Sannin's torso to push him away even as another made it's way around his back to draw him closer.
The lip-lock stretched on for minutes. An unbelievably thick strong tongue ravaged his mouth and he tried desperately to return the powerful thrusts and parries. A pale hand rested on his neck and another at his cheek, keeping his face tilted at just the perfect angle. He felt the distinctive shape of erection pressing into his hip and shuddered; the hand against the chest moved lower and slipped inside the simple evening robe to grasp his master's cock and stroke it firmly. He had broken the kiss with a whispered moan to do this and had rested his head upon a squared shoulder as his knowing fingers massaged the swollen organ.
"You want to put it in your mouth." Silky tones caressed his ear just as the warm breath it rode on, "You want to taste it, don't you, Kabuto-kun?" lithe hips bucked into the talented grasp, demanding more friction.
His knees went weak and he felt a jolt run down his body, "Yes, Lord Orochimaru." he groaned and kissed him, every nerve singing with anticiption. Lipping his bottom lip as he pulled away, he sank shakily down to his knees, drawing eye-level with the object of his desires. Eagerly, he licked the leaking head, eliciting a ragged intake of breath from the dark-haired man. Slender fingers fisted into his hair as he sucked him in completely, letting the length slip past his gag-reflex as he buried his nose in ebony pubic hairs that scented of musk. A low sound, like a growl, spilled from the Sannin's lips as Kabuto swallowed, and he soon found his head being ground into the wall behind him as the other man thrust heedlessly.
Despite his efforts, the boy gagged repeatedly in response to this onslaught and tears welled up behind his glasses which had been shoved askew by his master's passions. With a particularly violent bang that brought splotches of black to his vision, he felt the member pulse before his mouth was filled with the almost bitter flavor of Orochimaru's pleasure. He forced himself to swallow and continue swallowing even when the back of his tongue felt dry and he was sure there was nothing left to ingest.
After about a minute of Orochimaru's heavy breathing and Kabuto's repeated swallowing, the older man withdrew, taking a step back to allow the younger to stand. The boy placed his arms around the porcelain neck and moved to press their lips together.
"Don't kiss me." One corner of his mouth twisted in a sneer of disgust as he flicked Kabuto's arms away. "I don't want to taste it."
Kabuto nodded his acceptance as the dark haired man re-arranged his clothing and continued walking down the hall as if nothing more than a 'good evening' had passed between them. He watched his back until it disappeared around a corner, and wished in vain for something more than brief, unsatisfying physical encounters.
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