Hit the Shower [2/2]
anonymous
April 11 2012, 06:00:31 UTC
His hand slips out, supporting himself against the taller boy, enjoying the hard pressure easing into his back. The taller boy's hands go lower, until they are on his lower back. He starts to roll his hips, as he pushes the other into him. The shorter boy's mouth pulls up into a smile as his buns are kneaded, his entire body becoming putty under those clever hands. "Daisuke... Touch me." And the hands obey, sliding into the shorts, sliding over the slick and wet cheeks. A strong squeeze. A finger running between. The digit starting to tease, and getting rewarded with the boy biting hard into his shoulder.
A groan emits that sounds quite like a purr to the taller's ears. He plants a kiss on the wet hair. He rubs the circle nestled between those tight buns. Nails dig into him, as the shorter thrusts forward, and grinds against him. The hand leaves, they can't take this too far. It's too risky. This only milks out an impatient whine as teeth clamp on the jersey and pull as those grey eyes mischievously smile. The breath drawn by the taller boy shakes, gathering the smaller boy into his arms and shakes his head.
Mouth turns down in a slight frown, quickly changing into a pout as the shorter boy rubs himself against the other, bringing himself on his toes to kiss him. The taller boy's hands leave the hug and move to hold the smaller's head, cupping his cheek and gripping the hair as he steals all the air he can in the kiss as the shorter keeps rubbing himself vigorously against him. They start to pant in each others mouth, taking what fresh air they could from the sides of their mouths. The smaller wraps his arms around the taller's neck, pulling him even further down and keeping him in a strong hold.
Both of them are getting dizzy, hearts beating fast as the kiss intensifies, as air is becoming nothing than each others' breath. It's suffocating. It's making them lightheaded. Feeling as though they are on a drug cutting off oxygen to their brain. They break the kiss, both of them panting hard, holding onto each other as the world spins around them, trying to catch their breath, intake fresh air. They both smile at each other. A look of lust and longing shared between them, only halted by fear of being caught.
Slipping out of the hug, the shorter one removes his shorts and rings them out. The tight spandex boxers cling to the curves and contours of his body, a knowing smirk shot back at the taller boy who's eyes are fixated. "We should change, come on. The janitor will be here soon..."
"All of a sudden you're the voice of reason?" A smug smile. "Pretty sure a moment ago you were ready t--" Distracted. It was hard for him to talk when the other was sliding off the rest of the clothes, and purposefully rubbing his hands over his body. Now ending with thumbing the tip of his near flaccid cock. "...Yeah. That."
A warm chuckle was all the answer. A towel was now travelling over the boy's body, drying himself off while the taller just watched. "Quit admiring and get changed~" He spun the towel and whipped it at the other's leg.
"OW AH GOD" A red mark started to show. He started to quickly undress, wringing out his own clothes as a towel was tossed over to him. They dryed off as best as they could as Daisuke tried to get revenge by snapping the towel on Kou's backside. It led to a quick display of dominance from Kou, pushing him down on the bench and straddling him as he bruised his nape with his mouth.
"Kou, ya wanna come over to watch the game tonight?" They shoved their clothes in their separate bags to take them home to wash.
Kou just slung the bag over his shoulders. "Are we going to actually watch it this time?" Raising his eyebrow as they exited side-by-side.
"I want to." He elbowed Kou. "Someone keeps interrupting the game."
He pushed his shoulder quickly against Daisuke, starting their playing roughhousing. "Who said I was? I'm just starting one where I can have more hands on."
"You know, you aren't suppose to use your hands in soccer..."
"I wasn't planning on using my hands..." And he licked his lips, slowly with a wink. Then he raced off toward the vehicle before any other word was said. The heat was rising up in Daisuke as he slung the bag over his shoulder and ran home with a wild grin on his face.
A groan emits that sounds quite like a purr to the taller's ears. He plants a kiss on the wet hair. He rubs the circle nestled between those tight buns. Nails dig into him, as the shorter thrusts forward, and grinds against him. The hand leaves, they can't take this too far. It's too risky. This only milks out an impatient whine as teeth clamp on the jersey and pull as those grey eyes mischievously smile. The breath drawn by the taller boy shakes, gathering the smaller boy into his arms and shakes his head.
Mouth turns down in a slight frown, quickly changing into a pout as the shorter boy rubs himself against the other, bringing himself on his toes to kiss him. The taller boy's hands leave the hug and move to hold the smaller's head, cupping his cheek and gripping the hair as he steals all the air he can in the kiss as the shorter keeps rubbing himself vigorously against him. They start to pant in each others mouth, taking what fresh air they could from the sides of their mouths. The smaller wraps his arms around the taller's neck, pulling him even further down and keeping him in a strong hold.
Both of them are getting dizzy, hearts beating fast as the kiss intensifies, as air is becoming nothing than each others' breath. It's suffocating. It's making them lightheaded. Feeling as though they are on a drug cutting off oxygen to their brain. They break the kiss, both of them panting hard, holding onto each other as the world spins around them, trying to catch their breath, intake fresh air. They both smile at each other. A look of lust and longing shared between them, only halted by fear of being caught.
Slipping out of the hug, the shorter one removes his shorts and rings them out. The tight spandex boxers cling to the curves and contours of his body, a knowing smirk shot back at the taller boy who's eyes are fixated. "We should change, come on. The janitor will be here soon..."
"All of a sudden you're the voice of reason?" A smug smile. "Pretty sure a moment ago you were ready t--" Distracted. It was hard for him to talk when the other was sliding off the rest of the clothes, and purposefully rubbing his hands over his body. Now ending with thumbing the tip of his near flaccid cock. "...Yeah. That."
A warm chuckle was all the answer. A towel was now travelling over the boy's body, drying himself off while the taller just watched. "Quit admiring and get changed~" He spun the towel and whipped it at the other's leg.
"OW AH GOD" A red mark started to show. He started to quickly undress, wringing out his own clothes as a towel was tossed over to him. They dryed off as best as they could as Daisuke tried to get revenge by snapping the towel on Kou's backside. It led to a quick display of dominance from Kou, pushing him down on the bench and straddling him as he bruised his nape with his mouth.
"Kou, ya wanna come over to watch the game tonight?" They shoved their clothes in their separate bags to take them home to wash.
Kou just slung the bag over his shoulders. "Are we going to actually watch it this time?" Raising his eyebrow as they exited side-by-side.
"I want to." He elbowed Kou. "Someone keeps interrupting the game."
He pushed his shoulder quickly against Daisuke, starting their playing roughhousing. "Who said I was? I'm just starting one where I can have more hands on."
"You know, you aren't suppose to use your hands in soccer..."
"I wasn't planning on using my hands..." And he licked his lips, slowly with a wink. Then he raced off toward the vehicle before any other word was said. The heat was rising up in Daisuke as he slung the bag over his shoulder and ran home with a wild grin on his face.
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This meme needs more Daisuke and Kou love.
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