this got strangely fluffly.
anonymous
August 26 2011, 15:40:56 UTC
Kyon's knees are half-bent, feet awkwardly sliding over the floor and producing a small, sqeaking sound as Itsuki tightens his grip on his hips and thrusts into him. Kyon clenches his teeth and tries in vain to stay silent. Itsuki, however, only grins slightly at the strained moan that forces itself from Kyon's throat.
"It's just too small-" Kyon gasps inbetween Itsuki's merciless thrusts, and Itsuki never misses a beat; "Now, I really hope you mean the desk, Kyon-kun." A groan erupts from the boy below Itsuki, and all Itsuki can do is keep on burying himself in Kyon deeper and deeper, eyebrows furrowed in concentration. Kyon's hands clench the edge of the desk desperately, but fails getting any firm grip on it - his fingers are too sweaty, shaking. His back hurts. His legs threaten to give in. "You're still the-" Kyon breaks off, moaning huskily, then ends his sentence merely croaking; "smug jerk you've always-"
And that's when it all suddenly ends, with Kyon's voice rising and his vision blurring, his own essence spilling out from beneath him. He tries to muffle his, in his opinion rather pitiful sounding wails, though they seem to be what sends Itsuki over the edge, finally - Itsuki pushes into him one last time, then climaxes, emptying himself in Kyon's body, waiting until he stops trembling, catching his breath.
The only sound in the empty classroom are their exhausted gasps as they try to get some air into their lungs again. Itsuki pulls out then, making Kyon cringe and shudder, leaving a trace of himself behind. Kyon feels ready to just collapse right there, his mind blissfully blank and sated. He feels Itsuki lean down then, the other boy's chest pressing against his sore back. Itsuki's lips brush Kyon's ear as he whispers; "This is how I love you the most." and presses a quick kiss against Kyon's right cheek.
Kyon can't bring himself to despise Itsuki then, he can't even pretend to like he usually does, but instead summons all the strength left in his body to gather himself up and turn around, facing the other boy bravely; "Stop ... messing with me."
And he lets his body fall forward, lets himself by catched by Itsuki's waiting arms, marveling at the warmth of the other's body.
Itsuki, however, only grins slightly at the strained moan that forces itself from Kyon's throat.
"It's just too small-" Kyon gasps inbetween Itsuki's merciless thrusts, and Itsuki never misses a beat;
"Now, I really hope you mean the desk, Kyon-kun."
A groan erupts from the boy below Itsuki, and all Itsuki can do is keep on burying himself in Kyon deeper and deeper, eyebrows furrowed in concentration. Kyon's hands clench the edge of the desk desperately, but fails getting any firm grip on it - his fingers are too sweaty, shaking. His back hurts. His legs threaten to give in.
"You're still the-" Kyon breaks off, moaning huskily, then ends his sentence merely croaking; "smug jerk you've always-"
And that's when it all suddenly ends, with Kyon's voice rising and his vision blurring, his own essence spilling out from beneath him. He tries to muffle his, in his opinion rather pitiful sounding wails, though they seem to be what sends Itsuki over the edge, finally - Itsuki pushes into him one last time, then climaxes, emptying himself in Kyon's body, waiting until he stops trembling, catching his breath.
The only sound in the empty classroom are their exhausted gasps as they try to get some air into their lungs again.
Itsuki pulls out then, making Kyon cringe and shudder, leaving a trace of himself behind.
Kyon feels ready to just collapse right there, his mind blissfully blank and sated.
He feels Itsuki lean down then, the other boy's chest pressing against his sore back. Itsuki's lips brush Kyon's ear as he whispers; "This is how I love you the most." and presses a quick kiss against Kyon's right cheek.
Kyon can't bring himself to despise Itsuki then, he can't even pretend to like he usually does, but instead summons all the strength left in his body to gather himself up and turn around, facing the other boy bravely; "Stop ... messing with me."
And he lets his body fall forward, lets himself by catched by Itsuki's waiting arms, marveling at the warmth of the other's body.
End.
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