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Title: Mirror Perfect
Characters/Pairings: Taiga/Juri
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Juri fucks Taiga in front of the mirror.

With two fingers, Juri gently pushed Taiga’s chin up to make him face the mirror. “Watch,” Juri whispered, his breath warm against Taiga’s ear. When Taiga stubbornly kept his eyes closed, Juri rolled his hips slowly, his dick shifting inside Taiga, and with a gasp Taiga’s eyes finally fluttered open.

Taiga’s glare was much softened by the flush of arousal and all hints of grumpiness melted away as Taiga took in the view. They made quite a sight together - Taiga all pale and pretty, almost delicate looking, his blond hair rumbled, his face flushed pink and his lips kiss-swollen, then Juri behind him with his red hair, high cheekbones and knowing, lecherous grin.

“Fuck,” Taiga breathed, sounding awed.

Juri brushed his lips over Taiga’s cheeks. “Now you know why fucking against the mirror rocks,” he said smugly.

Now that Taiga was watching, Juri had no reason to hold back anymore. He drew out slowly, then pushed back in fast, drawing a gasp from Taiga. Just as expected, Taiga kept his eyes open and Juri grinned knowingly as he snapped his hips again and again. “Your blush goes all the way down your chest,” Juri pointed out and Taiga’s blush deepened. “We look so good together.”

“This wouldn’t look half as good if your cheekbones weren’t so freaking pretty,” Taiga agreed between moans.

“Damn straight.” Juri grinned, shifting his grip on Taiga’s hips. By now he was fucking Taiga hard enough that Taiga’s arms shook from the effort of keeping him from getting flattened against the mirror.

Juri rubbed little circles on Taiga’s right hip with his thumb, tracing the bone. He never got tired of touching Taiga’s soft, smooth skin, especially when Taiga was all keyed up and sensitive and reacted to every touch. When Juri’s hand wandered down to caress Taiga’s thigh, he could feel the muscle trembling under his touch. It was too early to touch Taiga’s dick, so Juri moved his hand back up, trailing teasing touches over Taiga’s stomach up to his ribs.

Taiga wasn’t ticklish, so Juri feathered light touches up and down over Taiga’s ribs before moving on to his nipples. Taiga’s nipples weren’t particularly sensitive and a light touch didn’t do much for him, but pinching them could on occasion elicit a moan or two.

With Taiga’s eyes locked on the mirror, Juri spent a minute or two longer on Taiga’s nipples than he otherwise would have - it looked unexpectedly hot how his fingers worked the little pebbled nubs over and Taiga was clearly more affected by the sight than by the action itself.

Juri sped up the movement of his hips, changing the angle until Taiga gasped his name. Making sure to keep that angle, Juri continued to fuck Taiga fast and deep, all the while watching Taiga’s reactions in the mirror. Taiga was panting for breath, his parted lips and flushed cheeks showing clearly how much he was enjoying himself.

Slowly, Juri moved his hand up from Taiga’s nipples to his collarbones. He scratched his nails lightly over Taiga’s left collarbone, drawing a startled moan from Taiga, then wrapped his fingers ever so lightly around Taiga’s throat. Taiga’s eyes flashed and Juri knew he’d be paying for this later, but it looked so good that it was totally worth it.

His fingers around Taiga’s pale, white throat looked so wrong and yet so right, making Taiga look even more frail, like someone who could be taken advantage of. Juri was pretty sure he wouldn’t have enjoyed this at all if Taiga was actually frail or helpless, but the knowledge that Taiga would make him pay for this display of possession and dominance only made him burn hotter.

Look,” Juri whispered, squeezing his fingers around Taiga’s throat just the tiniest bit. “It’s almost as if you’re wearing a collar.”

Juri watched in the mirror as Taiga’s eyes went from Juri’s fingers to Juri’s eyes and back to Juri’s fingers. Juri saw the exact moment Taiga got it, the slight widening of Taiga’s eyes, the small gasp, and even if he hadn’t seen it he would have known because he could feel Taiga’s throat move under his fingers when Taiga swallowed.

“You kinky fuck,” Taiga cursed, but his voice was breathy and he didn’t sound at all disapproving.
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