Pokémon :: The Way of the Bug Type
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grapegardenI always liked Aaron/Lucian. Something about the former teasing the latter is so appealing to me, and I'm a sucker for the purple/green combo. Would I write about them one day? Sure. But what is my prompt? Then inspiration came along and voila. I am a happy person~ ♥
Title: The Way of the Bug Type
Author: Puri
Fandom: Pokémon
Genre: Romance
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Pr0n, Pr0n, Pr0n!
Ships/Characters: Aaron/Lucian
Finished: Yes
It was a quiet evening for Lucian, and there were no more challengers for the night. The psychic elite rested in his favorite easy chair, holding an olive-bound book between his fingers. The reading lamp simmered over the page, and a familiar shadow crept behind an illustration.
"Hey, you're reading about bugs!" Aaron exclaimed. "Did you miss me?"
"I was merely studying the Bug-type and how I would combat them," Lucian said, slipping a bookmark and closing the book. With Aaron around, he had come to accept it'd be impossible to read. "They have type advantage and I must compensate for my weaknesses."
"You could have just asked me. I'd be happy to show you!" The bug elite's knees rested on his lap, the verdant-eyed trainer leaning toward Lucian's face with a grin. "I could use a little more space, though. A Beautifly needs room to move around."
"I-I suppose." The psychic champion stammered. Aaron really didn't help the growing pressure on his lap, and when those hands combed back his hair and his lips touched his, Lucian did nothing but sit in silence. After an uncertain pause, Lucian returned the kiss, trailing the other's man's lips as they drawn apart. "Please... I'd like you to show me. I need to know."
It was just the response Aaron waited for. Drawing back from the chair, he took the bookworm by the hand, leading him to his room.
"Make yourself comfortable!" Aaron said, seating Lucian at the edge of the bed. He unzipped his top, letting it slide from his shoulders as he unbuckled his belt. Transfixed by the display, Lucian narrowed his eyes and caught the other boy by the wrists. If those hands did anything, they should be around him instead. He led them beneath his coat, allowing Aaron to reveal the dark shirt beneath. Aaron unbuttoned the other man's collar in a hurry, kissing his neck for every new inch of skin exposed. Lucian's hands wandered Aaron to balance him, the slope of his back warm and smooth like a peach. The bug elite found his lips again, locking Lucian in another kiss as the shirt fully opened and the psychic master's chest was revealed.
Lucian sworn not to lose focus. Back then, his mind was on battling. Yet Lucian didn't care as his shirt was lifted from him, didn't care as Aaron lowered his head and discovered weaknesses he never knew he had before. Tongue swiped over chest and it made him gasp; the psychic elite trembled from the attention Aaron given to his nipples, and the moist tongue that swirled and circled inside his navel. Aaron held little regard for his belt and let it slip, jerking down maroon pants with a tug.
Lucian curled his hands into fists, pushing them into the bed and trying to breathe. But Aaron held him down like an anchor, with his hands around his shaft and his mouth housing it with a cozy delirium... Lucian sighed, groaning as tongue caressed under Aaron's fervent care. Aaron withdrawn temporarily, hissing over head and stopping to grin, returning with a series of hard sucks and a determined moan.
"Ah-Aa-Aaron..." Lucian kept catching the wild strand of the bug elite's hair and slipping, settling for the rest of his hair instead. Aaron teased the psychic master, monitoring the speed of his bobbing and attending every spot. Aaron loved to feel him writhe and twitch; hot climax splashed in his mouth and he swallowed it all, softly breathing as leftover essence sprinkled above his lip.
Lucian quivered. Aaron was watching him with devious intent, and he backed against the pillows as the other boy crawled over his body. The bug elite wiggled out of his pants, possessing Lucian by the shoulders. The psychic trainer flushed but made little effort to move. He reached a hand to touch him, but Aaron stopped him, silencing him with another kiss as tongue arrived to probe his. Lucian groaned, more than happy to oblige. Lucian pressed his hand to Aaron's back, allowing him access to the other boy's mouth, exploring... tasting. The deeper the kiss, the lower Lucian's hand trailed, cupping Aaron's rear in his palm. The bug elite squirmed, bending erotically into Lucian's touch. The pair parted for breath and Lucian lowered his lips to his neck. His other hand past Aaron's cock to his softness and squeezed.
"Lucian." Aaron breathed. "God, Lucian..." The bug trainer was still as he succumbed to Lucian's treatment, gasping as the psychic master squeezed harder. His fingers caught the rim of Lucian's glasses, letting them dangle to the side of their bearer's face. Which reminded him of something...
"Ah. H-Hey." Aaron pulled back, looking Lucian in the eye. "Lucian. Wait here. I gotta get something."
Lucian understood and let go. The Elite Four never went unprepared, least of all Aaron. Aaron returned quickly with the gel and was rubbing himself when he got back to bed. Lucian held him, letting his hand slip between to soothe the bug trainer's need. The psychic master was robbed of breath as a finger probed him; Aaron meant well, but he was rough. But that was what intrigued him about the boy; the same characteristics that qualified Aaron for the League followed him wherever the situation. He held nothing back and neither did he. The next sensation to come sent him bowling... it was no longer a finger. He caught the glimpse in Aaron's eye and was ready.
He would not lose. Lucian struggled to match Aaron and his thrusts, clenching the bug trainer's shoulders as he tried to regain focus. Focus, focus! Purple hair tossed about and got in his way, but he shook his head and kept going with a determined grunt. Aaron kept reaching that point inside of Lucian that spurred him faster and faster, and he threw his head back each time he got that peak...! The two elites grew demanding of each other, fighting until the white flash of victory blinded them, and there was no more contest.
They were panting, tired. Lucian couldn't budge from his place in bed at all. Neither could he see well without his glasses, but he no longer felt Aaron inside him and now the boy was smiling by his side.
"Hey! Today's session went great today!"
"You... you got me...!" Lucian breathed. "It seems I have much learn."
"No problem! I'll be glad to teach you about the bug type anyday!" Aaron leaned forward and landed a quick peck on the cheek. "Next time, okay?"
"I'll look forward to it." Lucian smiled back, his face aglow with peace.
Title: The Way of the Bug Type
Author: Puri
Fandom: Pokémon
Genre: Romance
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Pr0n, Pr0n, Pr0n!
Ships/Characters: Aaron/Lucian
Finished: Yes
It was a quiet evening for Lucian, and there were no more challengers for the night. The psychic elite rested in his favorite easy chair, holding an olive-bound book between his fingers. The reading lamp simmered over the page, and a familiar shadow crept behind an illustration.
"Hey, you're reading about bugs!" Aaron exclaimed. "Did you miss me?"
"I was merely studying the Bug-type and how I would combat them," Lucian said, slipping a bookmark and closing the book. With Aaron around, he had come to accept it'd be impossible to read. "They have type advantage and I must compensate for my weaknesses."
"You could have just asked me. I'd be happy to show you!" The bug elite's knees rested on his lap, the verdant-eyed trainer leaning toward Lucian's face with a grin. "I could use a little more space, though. A Beautifly needs room to move around."
"I-I suppose." The psychic champion stammered. Aaron really didn't help the growing pressure on his lap, and when those hands combed back his hair and his lips touched his, Lucian did nothing but sit in silence. After an uncertain pause, Lucian returned the kiss, trailing the other's man's lips as they drawn apart. "Please... I'd like you to show me. I need to know."
It was just the response Aaron waited for. Drawing back from the chair, he took the bookworm by the hand, leading him to his room.
"Make yourself comfortable!" Aaron said, seating Lucian at the edge of the bed. He unzipped his top, letting it slide from his shoulders as he unbuckled his belt. Transfixed by the display, Lucian narrowed his eyes and caught the other boy by the wrists. If those hands did anything, they should be around him instead. He led them beneath his coat, allowing Aaron to reveal the dark shirt beneath. Aaron unbuttoned the other man's collar in a hurry, kissing his neck for every new inch of skin exposed. Lucian's hands wandered Aaron to balance him, the slope of his back warm and smooth like a peach. The bug elite found his lips again, locking Lucian in another kiss as the shirt fully opened and the psychic master's chest was revealed.
Lucian sworn not to lose focus. Back then, his mind was on battling. Yet Lucian didn't care as his shirt was lifted from him, didn't care as Aaron lowered his head and discovered weaknesses he never knew he had before. Tongue swiped over chest and it made him gasp; the psychic elite trembled from the attention Aaron given to his nipples, and the moist tongue that swirled and circled inside his navel. Aaron held little regard for his belt and let it slip, jerking down maroon pants with a tug.
Lucian curled his hands into fists, pushing them into the bed and trying to breathe. But Aaron held him down like an anchor, with his hands around his shaft and his mouth housing it with a cozy delirium... Lucian sighed, groaning as tongue caressed under Aaron's fervent care. Aaron withdrawn temporarily, hissing over head and stopping to grin, returning with a series of hard sucks and a determined moan.
"Ah-Aa-Aaron..." Lucian kept catching the wild strand of the bug elite's hair and slipping, settling for the rest of his hair instead. Aaron teased the psychic master, monitoring the speed of his bobbing and attending every spot. Aaron loved to feel him writhe and twitch; hot climax splashed in his mouth and he swallowed it all, softly breathing as leftover essence sprinkled above his lip.
Lucian quivered. Aaron was watching him with devious intent, and he backed against the pillows as the other boy crawled over his body. The bug elite wiggled out of his pants, possessing Lucian by the shoulders. The psychic trainer flushed but made little effort to move. He reached a hand to touch him, but Aaron stopped him, silencing him with another kiss as tongue arrived to probe his. Lucian groaned, more than happy to oblige. Lucian pressed his hand to Aaron's back, allowing him access to the other boy's mouth, exploring... tasting. The deeper the kiss, the lower Lucian's hand trailed, cupping Aaron's rear in his palm. The bug elite squirmed, bending erotically into Lucian's touch. The pair parted for breath and Lucian lowered his lips to his neck. His other hand past Aaron's cock to his softness and squeezed.
"Lucian." Aaron breathed. "God, Lucian..." The bug trainer was still as he succumbed to Lucian's treatment, gasping as the psychic master squeezed harder. His fingers caught the rim of Lucian's glasses, letting them dangle to the side of their bearer's face. Which reminded him of something...
"Ah. H-Hey." Aaron pulled back, looking Lucian in the eye. "Lucian. Wait here. I gotta get something."
Lucian understood and let go. The Elite Four never went unprepared, least of all Aaron. Aaron returned quickly with the gel and was rubbing himself when he got back to bed. Lucian held him, letting his hand slip between to soothe the bug trainer's need. The psychic master was robbed of breath as a finger probed him; Aaron meant well, but he was rough. But that was what intrigued him about the boy; the same characteristics that qualified Aaron for the League followed him wherever the situation. He held nothing back and neither did he. The next sensation to come sent him bowling... it was no longer a finger. He caught the glimpse in Aaron's eye and was ready.
He would not lose. Lucian struggled to match Aaron and his thrusts, clenching the bug trainer's shoulders as he tried to regain focus. Focus, focus! Purple hair tossed about and got in his way, but he shook his head and kept going with a determined grunt. Aaron kept reaching that point inside of Lucian that spurred him faster and faster, and he threw his head back each time he got that peak...! The two elites grew demanding of each other, fighting until the white flash of victory blinded them, and there was no more contest.
They were panting, tired. Lucian couldn't budge from his place in bed at all. Neither could he see well without his glasses, but he no longer felt Aaron inside him and now the boy was smiling by his side.
"Hey! Today's session went great today!"
"You... you got me...!" Lucian breathed. "It seems I have much learn."
"No problem! I'll be glad to teach you about the bug type anyday!" Aaron leaned forward and landed a quick peck on the cheek. "Next time, okay?"
"I'll look forward to it." Lucian smiled back, his face aglow with peace.
