I finally finished another one!
Author: lunareclipse1
Title: Bittersweet
Theme: Bittersweet
Rating: M
Fandom/Character: Hana Kimi/Dr. Umeda
Summary: Dr. Umeda receives a phone call--a dirty phone call.
Disclaimer: The universe of Hanazakari no kimitachi e does not belong to me, but to the genius mind of Hisaya Nakajo.
The phone rang, and Dr. Hokuto Umeda grumbled as he left the chocolate melting on the stove.
'If that burns, I'm going to stuff this phone up someone's ass...'
“Umeda speaking,” was his curt greeting.
There was silence for a moment, then suddenly a soft chuckle that Dr. Umeda knew all too well.
“What do you want?” he asked, trying desperately to hold on to the anger and resentment that immediately welled into his chest.
There was only breathing on the other end, and the distinctive sound of a zipper being pulled down oh so carefully on a pair of leather pants.
Dr. Umeda was silent, listening intently to the sound, his own breath suddenly coming harder and his heart pounding against his ribcage. “I see,” he sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I'll play.”
The sound of something hard hitting the floor, a grumble of complaint, and then a plastic cap being flipped off was heard.
Dr. Umeda followed the other's lead, hastily pulling down his pants and reaching for a convenient bottle of lotion that he always kept on the kitchen counter. His erection was already straining against his boxers, and he hissed when he allowed it to spring free.
The other end chuckled, hearing Dr. Umeda's obvious arousal.
“Bastard,” Dr. Umeda whispered away from the phone, knowing it would only encourage the derogatory behavior. He carefully cradled the headpiece between his shoulder and head, his neck already becoming stiff but the overwhelming pleasure well worth it.
He could hear the sound of flesh against flesh, the other man tugging roughly at his own arousal, breathing raggedly into the phone, most likely on purpose, trying his best to bring Umeda to completion without ever having touched him.
Dr. Umeda ground his teeth, trying his best to prolong the pleasure, trying not to cum from the erotic sounds alone. After all, who knew when he would be granted this pleasure again?
His breath came harder, and finally the other man began to moan and grunt in frustration-he was waiting for Umeda to cum first.
“Fuck,” he replied, “Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck!” He couldn't yet!
“Hokuto.”
“Damn it,” the doctor cursed. He could no longer hold himself together. He could never deny that man anything.
Dr. Umeda moaned, spurting against himself and his kitchen cabinets, his body splitting apart in a great flood of warmth and coming back together again just as suddenly. He found himself, leaning against the cold tile counter, his underwear soiled and his stomach churning roughly. He had a faint metallic taste on the back of his tongue and he was afraid he was going to be sick.
The other line was dead.
The call had been abrupt and the phone sex even more so. He wasn't sure if he should be happy the man had called, or ashamed that he could be so utterly controlled by the mere sound of his breathing. His breathing, and his flesh, and that soft whisper that he had had to strain to hear... Had it been an accident, or a ruse to make him feel ever the fool? Always the trusting, love-struck fool.
Dr. Umeda didn't bother cleaning himself before returning to his task at the stove. He glared at the melting bittersweet chocolate, exactly the right consistency for the recipe he was currently working on.
He couldn't even blame the man for a ruined dessert.
Author's Notes:
I apologize for my long absence. I really don't have an excuse... I just haven't been working on it. I think I've given myself a few too many projects. I'll try and get back on the ball!
This can also be found on ff.net under the username Shooby.
Thanks for reading. ^_^