Titolo: You're No Angel Yourself
Fandom: Free!
Personaggi: Nagisa Hazuki/Haruka Nanase
Genere: erotico, introspettivo
Avvertimenti: AU, OOC, in inglese, lime
Parole: 1760
Note: scorreggetta per la missione di sta settimana del COW-T, con prompt "Angel". E il 'verse viene dal mio blog rp (ma và? XD) solo che stavolta m'è uscita un bel po' male. Meh non c'avevo cazzi >_<
Haruka knows it very well that this story is sick, it is always at risk of severely hurting them both. He knows that his sudden obsession with this bubbly blond boy is odd, against nature, against himself and his personality, and that doing anything about it means getting into trouble, especially when it comes to a boy who was already madly in love with someone else, especially when Haruka himself ruined all of Nagisa's chances at a normal relationship by acting jealous, by telling Rei things he should not have said.
But he truly cannot help it. Any time he sees Nagisa smile, his thoughts go back to every time he knew the blond was hiding his feelings, because he knew. He knew it every time, and it made him want to shake his friend off, yell at him to not bottle himself up. He sincerely wants the best for him, but he also does not deny that he himself is very selfish when it comes to that small ball of energy. Because he has never been - selfish - so he surely can take one thing for himself. Just once, once in his life he can want someone to keep him from being alone. Someone who understands him without making too many questions, even if that someone does end up pushing him out from his comfort zone.
And being with Nagisa is like standing close to a fire in the middle of winter. The light this blond seems to emit on his own is blinding, the purity he's wrapped in is only concealed by childishness, and that is alright. Nagisa is made to smile, and radiate warmth, joy, but he seems to also hide something wrong. The same wrongness within Haruka, himself.
That is why they clash so much, and yet they work together so well. Haruka can figure lies out, Nagisa does his best to keep the pretty dolphin boy happy, Haruka lets him boss around but takes control when it really matters for him. When it comes to claiming the younger, bite into him, remind the world that he's his, Nagisa just complies to let him, pleased. It is true that he likes feeling desired, and he likes it when Haruka is jealous. Those blue eyes turn into the most torbid ocean waves, his face to stone, and his voice becomes sharp as a blade. That is when Haruka brings out his instincts, and from the quiet, silent boy everybody sees from the outside, his manners become raw, his voice guttural, and his gestures cold, only hiding a hot iron strength.
He slams Nagisa against his own house's wall, attacks roughly his lips immediately biting down on them, and his hands confusely start to roam around the smaller's unripe body, while the other groans instinctively: he really loves it when Haruka gets possessive.
They have met a few people at the club they spent the evening in. Most ignored their existence, but some older men have indeed kept their eyes on the two barely legal boys. Mostly on Nagisa, who spent a lot of time grinding on Haruka. Even then, it was hard to not just jump him over and claim him there. But still
Nagisa knows how to warm Haruka up. He has left him on the dancefloor to go chat up a pair of boy, making sweet eyes at them, putting his body on display for them subtly, and they have indeed looked, even touched, almost, before Haruka inevitably swept in taking Nagisa away with him, angrily, spitting harsh words at him.
Nagisa looks like an angel to someone who has only spent a few days with him. Hell, he probably looks like an angel to anyone who has never been with him intimately. Makoto thinks he's pure and innocent as well, as pure and innocent as he is. But that projection could not be any more wrong.
Nagisa's kisses taste of candy and strawberries, they're soft as silk, but warm like Hell. They are teasing, gentle touches that evolve in tongues tangling together. Haruka eats them up, eats Nagisa's lips pressing their bodies together, pushes them close together to feel everything about Nagisa. Who, by the way, is not the only tease. Haruka makes sure to always tickle the other only to tear a smile from him, or slips a hand inside his pants to hear him sigh and moan softly. Nagisa's little noises sound so small, so cute, and so apparently wrong when they fly out of his round, soft lips during kisses. He is so small, and so fragile, and yet such a force of nature.
Haruka can only think of him when they are apart.
Haruka can only think of him when they are together.
Nagisa loves his attentions, he loves being in his thoughts so often, and so long. And what Haruka doesn't know is, his blond boyfriend thinks of him just as often. He thinks of him when with his slender fingers he touches himself, in his lonely room. He thinks of him whenever he hears something about dolphins, or sees them as souvenir plushies at the acquarium,
While kissing, their hands intertwine, even though Haruka is angry, hurt even, even while he devours Nagisa's mouth with wet, loud sounds and heavy breaths. The smaller already pants on his lips, but refuses to moan; it is not time, not yet. He glances at the dark blue piercing through him, he smiles cheeky while pulling him close, close enough for their bodies to grind again.
"Are you jealous?" He asks, knowingly, with a crooked smile.
"I'm not," Haruka replies dry, before fisting into Nagisa's blond curls, shoving his tongue inside the other's, who lets out a choked moan and then the shadow of a laughter.
This story is sick because Nagisa does not realize how much jealousy hurts, and he simply sees it as teasing, as fun. This story is sick because Haruka's obsession will always be as harmful as any other obsession. But still, he cannot tear his eyes away from the younger's face manipulating him so well into taking off his clothes.
"Yes, you are," Nagisa giggles, before suddenly softening his eyes, lifting on his toes to leave a chaste kiss on the taller's hard lips. Haruka blinks, surprised, before trapping him against the wall, pressing him by the chest, kissing him violently, harsh, with his teeth leaving red traces on Nagisa's lips.
Nagisa cries out softly, with his eyes closed, and his body melts into Haruka's arms. "I'm yours," he whispers between kisses. Haruka finds joy in that. It's one of the only forms of comfort he has. He does not like being alone, and he does not like it when someone lays eyes on his beautiful sun. It's his sun. Nagisa is his, nobody else's. And Nagisa knows it well, he knows it so well he feels entitled to joke about it, even though that might mean playing with fire. He is a natural born prankster, after all, and he does not mean to make Haruka suffer. All he wants is to provoke Haruka's possessiveness, to have him push into himself, claim him, mark him as his own territory. Nagisa likes having hickeys that he pretends to feel ashamed of, but that is not true. Whenever someone notices them, he feels some kind of pride taking over him because he is Haruka's, and Haruka loves him, and Haruka takes care of him, and he loves Haruka. Marks of love excite him despite the pain.
Once they free their bodies of clothes and their minds from any thoughts, Nagisa curls all around his companion, his legs wrap around the other's body, they intertwine together, they fit perfectly together. They whisper about love and possession, they gasp together at the always new sensation of being part of each other.
Nagisa is always thorough preparing himself for Haruka. It's a ritual, he does it staring at the other, like he is giving a performance. He is absolutely no angel. Other people might take him for one, but he is so good at pretending. Even when he shows his feelings, most times he hides the deepest ones.
Being naughty might be one of the ways he hides. It might be defense. He might really be as pure as people say he is. But now with his own fingers wiggling inside of himself, he looks beautifully lewd, with his lips parted and curls messy and eyes closed while his body moves like there was no-one else in the room. But when he raises his eyelids, the look he gives Haruka is a completely vulnerable one, with a blush coloring his cheeks. He looks adorable, despite the sins painted all over his face. Haruka leans over him, all the jealousy forgotten while kissing him, smiles painted on their faces, and Nagisa looks like he might be an autonome source of light, and Haruka is a moth attracted to it. He will always think that smile is for him only.
It's exclusive to him, and nobody else will ever see him like this, with pale soft skin exposed to kisses and bites. Haruka says nothing while his mouth moves up, down, all around Nagisa's stomach, and the other's fingers dive into his own raven hair.
"Nagisa," he whispers muffled by tender light skin. The blond just shivers in response, with quiet little noises. "Nagisa."
When he thrusts into him, Haruka cannot tear his eyes away from Nagisa's face, from his hand covering his mouth so uncharacteristically bashful. He does not tell him to take it away...
"Cute," he comments instead, with a slight smirk. "You look cute." Nagisa looks cute while getting fucked. Nagisa looks cute when he speaks, jumps up and down enthusiastically about something. Nagisa looks and sounds cute when he worries about Haruka being angry at him.
Haruka sometimes feel like the darkness, because of how possessive he is. Nagisa might be the light, but despite all his inner goodness and the way he does care for and love his partner, he is not the little fluffy angel everybody says he is. He is sinful like all people, but not everybody can see it. And the prolonged, lewd moan he lets out when Haruka hits his sweet spot might be the definitive, arousing proof.
Too bad only Haruka is allowed to know it. Only he is allowed to strip him naked, kiss him, possess him. This relationship is sick, but he loves it.
Only Haruka is allowed to love him.
