Possessive
Title: Possessive
Pairing: Akira/Waya
Fandom: Hikago
Notes: Written for the Hikago Kink Meme.
It was the kind of thing that just happened one day. The shift between the delicate balance of anger and argument and passion and love. Hate and love weren't as far apart as many would think, they were truly cut from the same passionate cloth.
Lately their arguments had been more forthcoming, more frequent and longer. A sick sort of foreplay to the inevitable, and it wasn't as though anyone suspected, even Isumi and especially Hikaru. Although, Waya suspected, he might understand.
Touya Akira was attractive, he had to admit, albeit grudgingly. He was tall, he had longer hair then most and there was something about that prim and proper manner of dress that made you just want to rip those annoying clothes off of him.
And that mouth, oh that mouth, capable of flinging insults as skathing as any sword and a piercing look that dug right through to your soul.
Yes, Waya suspected Hikaru would understand. It was common knowledge that every so often when they had an argument in private it wound up going somewhere it probably shouldn't.
It really wasn't that he wanted his best friend's boyfriend, but their latest argument was in private and he pushed Touya against the wall. Their eyes locked and there was nothing but pure raw emotion between them.
Touya was retorting. Waya didn't want to hear it. He closed in and captured his lips in a rough kiss, a hand coming to the back of Touya's head to keep him there. Tongues entangled and he felt encouraged when Touya's long fingers wound themselves in his hair.
He wondered how far he could push him.
Waya kissed harder, pressing his body against the length of his enemy's, feeling that liquid attraction that had settled in the bottom of his stomach and from the bulge in Touya's pants, he seemed to be feeling the same way.
With his attention on the bruising kiss, Waya moved his hands to Touya's belt and he undid the clasp and then the button and fly on his pants before sliding a hand into the garment.
Touya groaned, pulling back from the kiss a moment, eyes glazed and out of breath. He blushed a bright pink. "We shou-"
Waya didn't want to hear it so he cut him off, pressing another insistant kiss to his lips. Without a protest, Touya leaned back, letting him have at making delicious and angry noises against his lips.
Touya's hips were easy to bypass and he pushed his pants down and then his briefs, taking his time to look the one he hated over. Waya didn't say anything he just grabbed his sweater by the shoulders and pulled it right off of his body.
He yelped as the shirt came off and Waya pushed Touya back against the wall. There was the soft sound of six little pops - that was the end of his button-down and it too was discarded.
Waya reveled in this. He stepped back, eyes burning as he looked over Touya Akira's nude body. Still the other didn't protest but he looked embarrassed, not quite meeting his eyes. He enjoyed this and attacked that pale neck, kissing along it, nipping here and there. He had some insane urge to mark his prey.
He extracted moans as he kept his hands wrapped around Touya's wrists. Waya wasn't worried, the other never protested or struggled and beyond this he was fully aroused, something he'd make sure the other never forgot.
Waya ghosted his lips along the ridge between his pecks and ran his tongue under the muscles. Then he focused on one nipple.
Touya cried out, arching forward, bumping Waya's forehead.
He couldn't have that so he forcefully pushed him back against the wall. Instead of using his mouth, Waya ran his hands along his sides and abdomen, then between his legs, not touching his erection but the insides of his thighs.
Touya was squirming relentlessly.
Waya stepped back. "Stay still." He ordered and was surprised when his enemy complied. He lifted his shirt off his head and then dropped his pants and boxers, stepping out of them.
He took a moment to appreciate the vision before him. Touya stood there, eyes still glazed, his lips swollen and lightly bruised, chest heaving from the quickened breath and finally the light bruises from the markings he left on the skin.
It was incredibly hot.
He launched forward then pinning Touya to the wall, his hands on either side of his head and he kissed him again, claiming those lips as his own, putting their tongues to good use. Waya thrust his hips so their cocks touched and rubbed against one another. Each time brought him closer, and after the first few thrusts, there was an explosion of wet and warm coating his erection as Touya Akira came first.
That too, was a turn on. Waya grasped his hips as he kissed and continued his assault on the other's senses, and within a minute it was over. He saw stars, his world crashed down on him as he spilled his come on Touya's stomach.
Waya rested his head against the wall beside Touya's head for a moment, just catching his breath. Based on how the other's chest heaved against him, he was doing the same thing. He rested his hands on the wall and pushed back. He turned his back to Touya as he got dressed. It didn't take long, as he didn't wear that much.
When he turned back, the other teen hadn't moved, he stood there, his chest still heaving, their cum sliding down his left thigh. He was just staring, eyes half-lidded as he watched Waya.
Since he was under such scruitiny, the prodigy's blush returned with a vengeance. Waya glared a little because it wasn't like he liked the bastard, he still hated him and without a word walked out of the room.
Pairing: Akira/Waya
Fandom: Hikago
Notes: Written for the Hikago Kink Meme.
It was the kind of thing that just happened one day. The shift between the delicate balance of anger and argument and passion and love. Hate and love weren't as far apart as many would think, they were truly cut from the same passionate cloth.
Lately their arguments had been more forthcoming, more frequent and longer. A sick sort of foreplay to the inevitable, and it wasn't as though anyone suspected, even Isumi and especially Hikaru. Although, Waya suspected, he might understand.
Touya Akira was attractive, he had to admit, albeit grudgingly. He was tall, he had longer hair then most and there was something about that prim and proper manner of dress that made you just want to rip those annoying clothes off of him.
And that mouth, oh that mouth, capable of flinging insults as skathing as any sword and a piercing look that dug right through to your soul.
Yes, Waya suspected Hikaru would understand. It was common knowledge that every so often when they had an argument in private it wound up going somewhere it probably shouldn't.
It really wasn't that he wanted his best friend's boyfriend, but their latest argument was in private and he pushed Touya against the wall. Their eyes locked and there was nothing but pure raw emotion between them.
Touya was retorting. Waya didn't want to hear it. He closed in and captured his lips in a rough kiss, a hand coming to the back of Touya's head to keep him there. Tongues entangled and he felt encouraged when Touya's long fingers wound themselves in his hair.
He wondered how far he could push him.
Waya kissed harder, pressing his body against the length of his enemy's, feeling that liquid attraction that had settled in the bottom of his stomach and from the bulge in Touya's pants, he seemed to be feeling the same way.
With his attention on the bruising kiss, Waya moved his hands to Touya's belt and he undid the clasp and then the button and fly on his pants before sliding a hand into the garment.
Touya groaned, pulling back from the kiss a moment, eyes glazed and out of breath. He blushed a bright pink. "We shou-"
Waya didn't want to hear it so he cut him off, pressing another insistant kiss to his lips. Without a protest, Touya leaned back, letting him have at making delicious and angry noises against his lips.
Touya's hips were easy to bypass and he pushed his pants down and then his briefs, taking his time to look the one he hated over. Waya didn't say anything he just grabbed his sweater by the shoulders and pulled it right off of his body.
He yelped as the shirt came off and Waya pushed Touya back against the wall. There was the soft sound of six little pops - that was the end of his button-down and it too was discarded.
Waya reveled in this. He stepped back, eyes burning as he looked over Touya Akira's nude body. Still the other didn't protest but he looked embarrassed, not quite meeting his eyes. He enjoyed this and attacked that pale neck, kissing along it, nipping here and there. He had some insane urge to mark his prey.
He extracted moans as he kept his hands wrapped around Touya's wrists. Waya wasn't worried, the other never protested or struggled and beyond this he was fully aroused, something he'd make sure the other never forgot.
Waya ghosted his lips along the ridge between his pecks and ran his tongue under the muscles. Then he focused on one nipple.
Touya cried out, arching forward, bumping Waya's forehead.
He couldn't have that so he forcefully pushed him back against the wall. Instead of using his mouth, Waya ran his hands along his sides and abdomen, then between his legs, not touching his erection but the insides of his thighs.
Touya was squirming relentlessly.
Waya stepped back. "Stay still." He ordered and was surprised when his enemy complied. He lifted his shirt off his head and then dropped his pants and boxers, stepping out of them.
He took a moment to appreciate the vision before him. Touya stood there, eyes still glazed, his lips swollen and lightly bruised, chest heaving from the quickened breath and finally the light bruises from the markings he left on the skin.
It was incredibly hot.
He launched forward then pinning Touya to the wall, his hands on either side of his head and he kissed him again, claiming those lips as his own, putting their tongues to good use. Waya thrust his hips so their cocks touched and rubbed against one another. Each time brought him closer, and after the first few thrusts, there was an explosion of wet and warm coating his erection as Touya Akira came first.
That too, was a turn on. Waya grasped his hips as he kissed and continued his assault on the other's senses, and within a minute it was over. He saw stars, his world crashed down on him as he spilled his come on Touya's stomach.
Waya rested his head against the wall beside Touya's head for a moment, just catching his breath. Based on how the other's chest heaved against him, he was doing the same thing. He rested his hands on the wall and pushed back. He turned his back to Touya as he got dressed. It didn't take long, as he didn't wear that much.
When he turned back, the other teen hadn't moved, he stood there, his chest still heaving, their cum sliding down his left thigh. He was just staring, eyes half-lidded as he watched Waya.
Since he was under such scruitiny, the prodigy's blush returned with a vengeance. Waya glared a little because it wasn't like he liked the bastard, he still hated him and without a word walked out of the room.