Shuichi Gets a Haircut
OOC: This is the sex warning.
He could feel the irritated aura stalk up the front steps outside from his perch at the island in the kitchen. Taiki slid off the chair as Shuichi slammed the door shut, kicking off his shoes and muttering under his breath. Dark angry reds swirled around the blond, growing and multiplying with each passing moment.
“Is something wrong?” Shuichi just glared at the little smile his partner wore.
“I didn’t think it was too difficult ta cut hair. I gave pretty clear instructions but still…!” Taiki thoughtfully eyeballed the close-cropped mess of blond hair. “It’s way too short, I can’t believe it.” He groused, lower lip jutting out as the beginnings of a pout began to settle over the athlete’s features.
“Mmm…” Taiki reached up, running his hand through Shuichi’s hair as considered the situation. Fingers curled and Shuichi let out a yelp as his partner gave the strands a sharp yank.
“What the hell was that for?” He rubbed at his sore scalp, brown eyes glaring at his partner.
“It is a little short but I think it will still work.” The smirk on Taiki’s face grew into a dangerous Cheshire-like grin and Shuichi watched him warily. It wasn’t until the smaller man turned and was halfway down the hall that the blond finally understood; his face heated up and he ducked his eyes…Well, that…That was kind of a turn on.
From the office came a peal of laughter and Shuichi’s cheeks went from pink to red.
He was perched on the edge of the bed and Taiki was kneeling between his legs, working some kind of magic down there. Seriously…how did he do that? Was there some kind of instruction manual that he missed? Maybe he should Google it…Because Taiki should seriously be able to experience this. Was there some kind of yoga you did with your tongue to make it so…so…
“Focus please.”
A barely intelligible apology was offered and Shuichi obeyed…for about thirty seconds. Then his hands moved up, fingers brushing through Taiki’s hair. One thought led to another and he remembered the earlier scalp-abuse he’d received. Mischievous ideas began filling his head and he couldn’t help the little smirk that crossed his lips.
That is, until Taiki pulled away and sat back, staring at him with narrowed eyes.
“I do not know why you are doing so much thinking at a time like this, nor what you are contemplating so intently…But I would like to remind you that I am holding a certain delicate part of your anatomy in my left hand.” A thumb brushed over thin skin and Shuichi jumped a little. Without another word Taiki continued his earlier activities and Shuichi tried his best to focus.
But he couldn’t help it! Taiki’s last words ran on loop through his brain and well…well…
The brunet between his legs chuckled and Shuichi groaned as the mouth around him hummed. Taiki sat back once more, a small smile on his lips as he worked a hand up and down.
“You are such a pervert.” He teased, missing the flush that settled over Shuichi’s cheeks. “I did not know that threats and abuse would turn you on so effectively.” This time black eyes flicked up and caught the blond’s embarrassment; Shuichi covered his face and flopped back onto the bed.
He should have focused like Taiki had told him earlier. This wasn’t fair.
He could feel the irritated aura stalk up the front steps outside from his perch at the island in the kitchen. Taiki slid off the chair as Shuichi slammed the door shut, kicking off his shoes and muttering under his breath. Dark angry reds swirled around the blond, growing and multiplying with each passing moment.
“Is something wrong?” Shuichi just glared at the little smile his partner wore.
“I didn’t think it was too difficult ta cut hair. I gave pretty clear instructions but still…!” Taiki thoughtfully eyeballed the close-cropped mess of blond hair. “It’s way too short, I can’t believe it.” He groused, lower lip jutting out as the beginnings of a pout began to settle over the athlete’s features.
“Mmm…” Taiki reached up, running his hand through Shuichi’s hair as considered the situation. Fingers curled and Shuichi let out a yelp as his partner gave the strands a sharp yank.
“What the hell was that for?” He rubbed at his sore scalp, brown eyes glaring at his partner.
“It is a little short but I think it will still work.” The smirk on Taiki’s face grew into a dangerous Cheshire-like grin and Shuichi watched him warily. It wasn’t until the smaller man turned and was halfway down the hall that the blond finally understood; his face heated up and he ducked his eyes…Well, that…That was kind of a turn on.
From the office came a peal of laughter and Shuichi’s cheeks went from pink to red.
He was perched on the edge of the bed and Taiki was kneeling between his legs, working some kind of magic down there. Seriously…how did he do that? Was there some kind of instruction manual that he missed? Maybe he should Google it…Because Taiki should seriously be able to experience this. Was there some kind of yoga you did with your tongue to make it so…so…
“Focus please.”
A barely intelligible apology was offered and Shuichi obeyed…for about thirty seconds. Then his hands moved up, fingers brushing through Taiki’s hair. One thought led to another and he remembered the earlier scalp-abuse he’d received. Mischievous ideas began filling his head and he couldn’t help the little smirk that crossed his lips.
That is, until Taiki pulled away and sat back, staring at him with narrowed eyes.
“I do not know why you are doing so much thinking at a time like this, nor what you are contemplating so intently…But I would like to remind you that I am holding a certain delicate part of your anatomy in my left hand.” A thumb brushed over thin skin and Shuichi jumped a little. Without another word Taiki continued his earlier activities and Shuichi tried his best to focus.
But he couldn’t help it! Taiki’s last words ran on loop through his brain and well…well…
The brunet between his legs chuckled and Shuichi groaned as the mouth around him hummed. Taiki sat back once more, a small smile on his lips as he worked a hand up and down.
“You are such a pervert.” He teased, missing the flush that settled over Shuichi’s cheeks. “I did not know that threats and abuse would turn you on so effectively.” This time black eyes flicked up and caught the blond’s embarrassment; Shuichi covered his face and flopped back onto the bed.
He should have focused like Taiki had told him earlier. This wasn’t fair.