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Halloween Challenge: Trick or Drabble
We've been a little inactive lately because stuff happened but we're back now with our annual
Halloween: Trick or Drabble Challenge!!
step one: people who want to will set up "houses" by commenting on this Trick or Drabble post with their usernames.You have the option of creating a candy bowl with options of candy that people can select from. ( Read more... )
Halloween: Trick or Drabble Challenge!!
step one: people who want to will set up "houses" by commenting on this Trick or Drabble post with their usernames.You have the option of creating a candy bowl with options of candy that people can select from. ( Read more... )
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French restaurant with dim lights, piano music, night view of the harbour from the window on the last floor? This certainly wasn't the kind of place Tamamori expected his senpai to take him out for dinner. Not even Miyata ever dared so much.
"Do you like it? I come here often,” Kitamura said, shaking his glass of red wine.
Tamamori was misunderstanding for sure. Kitamura had chosen that place just because he was a regular and...
"To our night!" Kitamura broke out, interrupting the flow of Tamamori's thoughts. With a teasing smile, Kitamura held his glass in Tamamori's direction.
No, maybe he didn't misunderstand.
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Tamamori was drunk. He couldn't walk straight so his body was leaning on Kitamura's and he was letting the man guide him towards the main street to stop a taxi.
He had drunk quite a lot. But the things that really made his blood turning hot were Kitamura's words, pronounced by his damn lips with his damn voice and his deep gaze that made everything sound even more sensual.
I like watching you eating with gusto. With those cute pouty lips.
Every time he had to pass the salt or the bread, Kitamura's fingers brushed Tamamori's hand on purpose. Even during such a brief contact, those hands looked so confident and knew what they were doing.
Your hands are so smooth. Your fingers are so long and neat. You really look like a prince.
All those compliments made Tamamori feel proud of his beauty. He clung even more to the warmth of the other's body as a taxi stopped next to them.
"What is your address?" Kitamura asked.
The answer was suddenly obvious in Tamamori's mind.
"I... I can't remember," he announced shaking his head and doddering a little.
Kitamura smiled satisfied.
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"Are you sure that you still want to drink? You don’t seem to handle alcohol well. I even had to take you to my place because you couldn't remember your own address."
"Sometimes you're such an awful actor," Tamamori muttered with a faint voice, barely audible.
Kitamura giggled and took away the glass from Tamamori's hand while he was still trying to drink the content. A red drop remained to stain Tamamori's lip. Kitamura raised his arm and wiped it away, thumbing Tamamori's lower lip.
Now or never. Tamamori thought, after the connection of his lips and the other man's hand broke. With calculated slowness, he ran his tongue on his lower lip, looking straight into Kitamura's eyes just to let his look drop down in awe afterwards.
Tamamori knew he was blushing, he could feel his own skin burning. What he didn't know was how much his reaction pleased Kitamura.
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Tamamori raised his look, shy, and when Kitamura noticed, he brought the finger he had used to wipe the other's lips to his mouth, parting his lips a bit. Tamamori lowered his head again and faltering, he fell into the man's arms.
"I think I drank too much," he said, hoping to provide an excuse for his pink cheeks.
Kitamura grabbed his shoulders while Tamamori raised his head and looked at him. Tamamori had shiny eyes, his lips were slightly open. They stared at each other for a fraction of a second, then Kitamura tilted his head forward and kissed Tamamori, who immediately closed his eyes and opened his lips, letting the other man's tongue slide inside his mouth. While they were kissing, in contrast with Kitamura's hands that were smoothing down Tamamori's back wildly, Tamamori's hands moved shily their fingers up on the man's chest and stopped, with a gentle caress, on his neck.
Can I ask for more or... ?
Kitamura's hands, weaving their way under his shirt, answered his question. Slowly, Tamamori started unbuttoning Kitamura's shirt.
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