Senses

Ash might not always pay attention to surrounding noises, not when someone is trying to explain matters of boring things to him. Neither does he hear anything else but the happy cries of Pokémon when he plays with them outside, resulting in people calling him half-deaf.

But now with his senses utmostly sharp, he hears every breath and every noise Gary makes and dwells in them, having them excite himself further. They're soft gasps, sharp moans and heavy breathing and Ash hears every one of them, accompanied by his own gasps and the sounds of sex. Despite having a sharp tongue and sometimes jabbing attitude, Gary rarely loses control of his voice, even his laughter always sounds somehow composed. Except now when Ash is riding him in the warmth of afternoon sun Gary doesn't hold back and voices his rising lust so beautifully. And Ash listens. Gary's not exactly loud, not compared to his partner here, but his moans are strained, passionate, broken and they shoot right into Ash's core. They're the only things he hears and only ones to matter.

But if one asked Gary, he'd be nothing next to Ash. When Gary takes in short breaths of air he listen to his companion's voice fill the room. Being loud has always been part of Ash's nature, and bedroom isn't an exception. Just like he voices his opinions bluntly, Ash doesn't hold back any of his sharp gasps and high-pitched yells before giving out low grunt. The raw emotions, his entire personality given out through that beautiful voice. Reaching higher and louder and breaking under pressure. His voice is filled with countless tones and notes and they take Gary to his little euphoria as he listens to Ash's moans grow intense, have him grasp harder on the hips moving on top of him and matching their pace with his own.

And that sensation just adds more to the flame as Ash feels the grip against his hips tighten. The feeling of fingers digging into his skin stirs up the lust even more, pressing the buttons to drive Ash moving harder and faster and pressing against the cock inside him with desperate need. The pleasure of riding Gary, the touch of his fingers pressing into him and their hips grinding together give Ash a whole new meaning for the word "sensation." He also feels the sweat trickling down his body and making their moves more slippery, wetness sinking into sheets below them and even if he hates having to change the bed sheets later, none of that crosses his mind now as he fucks himself against Gary's cock. Ash lets his hand slide along Gary's body, tracing the muscles and down to the stomach and just feels the other's body under his hands.

Even if Ash's hands on him sparks fire within, it cannot tear his attention from what his eyes are giving him as Gary watches the body above him. He has never understood why someone wouldn't call Ash attractive; Ash moves with such intense rhythm, lust glowing on him and body arching so nicely. There is sweat gleaming on his tanned skin and few freckles among the marks on his face. His head is thrown back and eyes closed, his dark hair glued to his face. He's beautiful. And that is all Gary's cognition can focus on. Give the brunet stick for cheesiness, but to him Ash is an angel fallen on him and basking him in all of glory. He takes in all the details, all of Ash's expressions and the way he occasionally bites on his lower lip and drives Gary's inner turmoil even wilder.

As if feeling the other's intense look on himself, Ash opens his eyes and looks down on Gary with half-lidded and hazed gaze. Grabbing the brunet's thigh Ash locks his eyes with Gary's and adds another level of intensity as they keep fucking almost as hard as they can. There is nothing else in the universe than them in their warm bedroom. And Ash is the first to break as he eyes the brunet under him, unable to but drop down, the need to taste burning so bad within. He hungrily meets Gary's lips and sucks on them, opening his mouth wide and granting access as Gary just as eagerly sucks on his tongue. It is wet and rather sloppy and tastes just like Gary, and Ash can't have enough of him. He keeps moving his hips as they devour each other and soon Ash breaks the kiss to let out a loud cry as the pleasure is almost unbearable.

Gary doesn't hesitate but rises to sit on the bed and the tangled sheets with Ash in his lap. Ash locks his legs around the other's body and together they move faster and faster, reaching for the highest peak. It isn't about laughter or relaxed pleasure this time, but raw, intense fuck. Ash grips Gary's hair tightly, mewling out his own cries and when Gary leans to bite on his neck and firmly grabs around his cock, Ash feels he really can't take it anymore. To his fortune it's more than enough to set off his peak and Ash arches with a strangled cry as he climaxes against Gary.

With Ash tightening around his cock almost to the point of pain Gary almost sees colors. Being so close, so bloody, wonderfully close he grabs Ash and pushes the trainer onto his back against the bed and fucks him with few frantic and hard thrusts before finally reaching the climax as well.

No words are spoken but only deep tired breaths as they lay glued together on the bed. They're spent, they're messy and so utterly sore, and more satisfied than ever for a long time.

And if anything, their senses happily full of each other.

AN: Some sudden midnight inspiration~