furueru yoru mo kogoeru asa mo kono te ha hanasanai kara~
title :: Psychedelic Lover
fandom :: Digimon
couple :: Taichi x Yamato
summary :: Tai can't help it. Matt can.
theme :: #13 || like hell i care || Theme B
rating :: R
warning :: SLASH.
disclaimer :: Digimon is not mine. D:
author’s note :: Never resist the urge. >D
Tai couldn't stand it.
This was torture. Torture at its worse pain. If he wanted, Taichi bet he could just escape to hell right now. Rather endure the suffering there than in the place he was located in now, the place where he knew that death was upon him, where nothing he knew was safe anymore...
"Taaaai~chaaaan........ M-Make me come...?"
The brown-haired teen gulped slowly as he watched the blonde boy on his bed purr softly, in nothing but a thin, black bikini that seemed to be made of a hip-hugging leather, tight fish-net stalkings stroking the length of his pale, lean legs, and, to complete the costume, a long tail and cat ears that collided harshly with his light gold hair, utterly adding to the already lurid outfit.
The attire that the young Yamato was wearing, to put it simply, was skimpy. Slutty. Scandalous.
Downright... Downright...
Tai let out a slow, quivering exhale as he tried to think, to find the right word in his mind to describe the explicit outfit.
...Damn.
It was downright sexy.
But... who the hell could think when Yamato... Shit, when Yamato kept... DOING that thing with his... tongue...?!
"T-Taaa-AHH..! Mmn... P-Please... M-Make me come...?" The blonde let the words escape from his mouth in a slow, luring hum that would have even seduced a monk.
It was almost too much for the poor, ensnared male to handle.
The haze in his mind didn't seem to want to wither, either.
"N-N...No..."
Taichi could see a hint of a smirk in Matt's flushed, pink face as a puckered, wet tongue ran its way across a tender lip.
He knew it. Tai knew all along, he did. It was just a ruse. Everything was a ruse with Yamato. That was why it was always dangerous to be alone in a room with the bastard. That blonde, tricky bastard. That scheming, wily, devious...
Absolutely kissable, lickable, fine piece of ass---
NO!
It was hours before Taichi had finally gotten the balls (in more ways than one) to stutter quietly, "L-like I give a damn...!"
He had to pretend he didn't care. Hold it off for just one second, make Yamato be the one to suffer, make him pay for tricking him like this, just so he could get what he wanted. Oh, Taichi knew, all right. Yamato was one greedy bastard.
One hot, greedy, sexy bastard.
"B-But... Mmn-n... Taaaai...! I... I n-need you IN me... Ahhh-AAHH! Y-You... Mmph... H-HAVE to make me come...!"
Shit. Yamato knew how to play this game well.
Taichi clamped his eyes shut, hands shaking at his sides while his mind madly fought with the ever-growing heat in his jeans, breathing in and out of his nose as if his life depended on it. He tried not to notice. Tried to ignore Yamato's half-lidded, lust-clouded blue eyes. He tried not to hear the aching moans and keens coming from the other boy's mouth across the rooms, the pleading whispers, the tremble in each and every word that came through Matt's soft lips.
But... hell.
Why the fuck was he playing this game anyway?!
Because it was about time someone taught that greedy son of a bitch a lesson!
"S-Sorry, Matt..." Tai's eyes were still shut closed as he attempted to turn around toward the door, forcing a smug grin onto his face. "I'm just not in the mood for it right now."
Hell, now if that wasn't a lie, Tai'd have to shave his whole head off.
In more places than one.
Justwalkawayjustwalkawayjustwalkawayjustwalkawayjustwalkawayjustwalkaway---OH SHIT IS THAT HIS HAND ON MY...?!
...Dammit.
He should've just walked away.