I think I'll be killed.
...I couldn't post this in xkirakirax for sheer fear of what might happen to me, LOL. I didn't want to write it, but it was...tugging my sleeve, asking to be written. I had to comply (plus kat8cha did not offer much help and even cheered for the fic...with pompoms.
PLEASE DON'T KILL ME. This was done within two and a half hours...during office hours.
Title: Sordid
By: nikki hiiragizawa
Fandom: The Musical Prince of Tennis
Pairing: Sakurada Doori x Aoyagi Ruito
Genre: PWP
Rating: R? NC-17? I don't know T_T; Vaguely NC-17 maybe? *_*
Word Count: 2385
Disclaimer: Aoyagi Ruito and Sakurada Doori are under AMUSE Youth. This fic was written for entertainment purposes only and the writer is in no way connected to or affiliated with the actors or their companies. All circumstances here, no matter how similar to true events, are just products of the writer's imagination and did not or will not happen in real life.
Author’s Notes: ...please use your own reading discretion.
It started with a kiss.
It was tentative and awkward and short. It happened in a breath as they pressed their lips together, paused for a few seconds, and then let go. It was a kiss that spanned merely a few seconds, yet they ended up staring at each other’s faces, breaths heavy and eyes hazy, for a long time.
Ruito was surprised when the kiss happened. One moment, he was busy fussing over the sheer amount of lines he had to memorize for the play. The next moment he found himself being kissed as he stared at black orbs studying his reaction. Ruito’s seatmate simply leaned over from his chair to pull Ruito towards him and meshed their mouths together.
Despite his shock at being kissed, Ruito was not the one who pulled back. In fact, he was a bit surprised when the kiss ended suddenly. He touched his still warm lips with his fingers as he felt warmth rushing to his face. He watched his seatmate, wondering if there was an explanation for what just happened.
Doori looked away, not wanting to meet his stares anymore. He collected his script and folder from the table and stood up, head bowed. Ruito watched him walk away towards the door, accidentally bumping his head on the doorframe because he was not looking at where he was going.
Ruito laughed.
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It continued.
Ruito used to believe that Doori hated him. They were rivals for the company’s attention of course. After the kiss, he wondered if Doori did it to humiliate him. He decided otherwise. After all, there was no one else in the room to see them. Doori waited until everyone had left before he attacked.
Did he really wait? Or was it out of the blue? What was Doori’s purpose?
Ruito needed to make sure. No one kissed him without a reason (except that one time he kissed his reflection through the mirror and enjoyed it).
After their dialogue practice and after everyone had left, Ruito waited by the stairwell. He quietly leaned against the wall, watching his feet and listening for any footsteps of someone descending from the stairs. He knew Doori hated the elevator. He would surely pass there.
And Doori did.
The younger boy must have been surprised. Ruito smirked when Doori gave a little squeaky sound as his back met the cold wall under the stairs. Without missing a bit, Ruito moved foward, tilted his head a little upward, and showed Doori how to give someone a real kiss.
Doori stood still and did not fight Ruito’s advances. He was plastered to the wall, seemingly glued to it and unable to do anything except move his lips with his kisser. Ruito smiled as he started sucking on Doori’s lower lip. The younger boy gave a gurgling sound like he was trying to say something.
Ruito broke the kiss, his breath mingling with Doori’s racy ones. He could feel his heart ramming against his ribcage, making him remember how unsure he felt when he decided on doing this. “What?” he breathlessly asked the younger boy, tapping Doori’s chin with a thumb and forefinger.
The boy looked at him, his head leaning down slightly. He had grown an inch or two taller than Ruito. “I said,” Doori panted, one of his hands creeping on Ruito’s shoulder. “I said I hate you.” With that, he pulled Ruito’s shoulder towards him to make him resume the kiss.
Quite a challenge, Ruito gleefully thought as they kissed again. Doori was a fast learner. He had already learned how to lean his head this way and that so that their noses and teeth won’t bump against each other. Ruito was not surprised when the younger boy pressed his tongue against Ruito’s mouth. Either Doori was a natural or he just watched way too many videos with kissing scenes -- French kissing scenes.
But Ruito did not let him control the kiss. He was the one who started it, so he should manage it. He pushed Doori’s tongue back in its own mouth and wondered if he should try those stuff he watched the other day off the net. There was a groan of disappointment from Doori and the boy’s hands came up to rest on Ruito’s nape, pulling him closer.
Flicking his tongue out experimentally, Ruito licked the outline of Doori’s lips, making the other shiver. When he felt no other reactions, Ruito continued and ran his tongue over and around Doori’s mouth, never entering, bathing the younger boy’s chin and lips in his saliva. He prodded Doori’s mouth open and slid his tongue inside, their mouths making slurping noises as they kissed each other deeply. Their kiss became sloppy and messy as Doori rebelled against his control.
A sound of a door closing startled them and they pulled away from each other. Doori wiped the moisture around his lips and on his chin with a hand, licking its fingers as he passed them by his lips. Ruito watched him, enticed. He wondered why he wanted to kiss Doori again even though they had barely finished.
Doori paused from sucking his little finger and stared at Ruito with a perplexed expression. “Where did you learn that?”
“Which?” Ruito was shaking his shirt, wishing the creases made by Doori’s hands would smoothen.
The younger boy dropped his hand to his side and wiped his face with a handkerchief from his pocket. “Kissing.” Ruito noticed the trickle of sweat running down Doori’s neck until it was hidden by the folds of his shirt.
“Do you really want to know?” Ruito said, smiling as he helped Doori wipe his mouth.
Doori grinned against the handkerchief. “No.” He grabbed Ruito’s collar. “I think I am beginning to hate you a lot more.”
“The feeling is mutual, Doori-kun.”
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Ruito thought it was over. Doori kissed him and he asked for payback. They were quits and he had been thinking nothing would follow what happened. But the stolen moments behind the curtains, the sudden drags to the nearest shower stall or toilet cubicle, and the occasional meeting under the stairs proved his thought wrong.
They wouldn’t admit it to each other, but they both loved their secret kissing sessions. Doori would try his best to memorize the script earlier than the others so he could sneak out to the stairwell. Ruito faked his intolerance and would frequent the toilet to accidentally meet Doori on his way. Each time they met, there would be a new discovery, a new maneuver. Doori decided he should borrow porn from his friends so he could learn new kissing techniques, while Ruito smugly decided that he knew a lot more than the younger boy. They managed to surprise each other everytime they kiss, making them even more eager to meet again and try out something new.
One time, Ruito asked Doori about getting caught.
“What would you do in case we got caught?” Ruito murmured as Doori licked a wet trail from his collarbone to his chin. It was Doori’s technique of the day, and he was happy that he was making Ruito squirm in pleasurable agony.
“Caught?” Doori stopped licking him and offered Ruito two of his fingers, which Ruito accepted into his mouth and lavished with his tongue. “I guess I could care less, huh?” Doori murmured, eyes lidded with pleasure as Ruito ran his tongue between his fingers. “I don’t want to get caught because they might become...jealous. But if they see us...let them watch?”
Ruito felt something stir inside him as Doori’s words tumbled out, making him suck even more diligently on the younger boy’s fingers. His fear of getting caught was now gone.
He now hoped someone would actually catch them.
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The more sessions they had, the more they wanted each other. Oftentimes, after kissing, Ruito would ask to be left alone inside the cubicle. Doori would leave without complaint, allowing him to finish himself off and flush down the evidence. It had been always like that -- starting and playing together and finishing alone -- until that time Ruito’s hand accidentally groped the front of Doori’s pants.
The younger boy let out a surprised cry, his voice hitched at his throat. He moved Ruito’s hand away from his crotch, face red with embarrassment.
“S-sorry...” Ruito said, his hands running up the boy’s body to show his sincerity. He pressed a kiss on the boy’s collarbone. “Are you mad?”
Doori looked away. “It’s not that...I’m...well...”
Ruito watched Doori. The boy’s face was flushed like a tomato, his hands on either side of Ruito’s face with their palms against the tiles of the cubicle. Slowly, Ruito arched upward and rocked his hips against Doori’s.
“Aahn...” Doori moaned as the friction started. “Ru...no...”
Ruito had been cooped up in this cubicle with Doori long enough to know that the boy meant ‘yes’ when he said no. He locked stares with the younger boy and took one of the hands against the wall to press it to his own crotch. “Let’s play fair.”
Swallowing, Doori nodded and unzipped Ruito’s pants.
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Their meetings grew more intense and more frequent. Sometimes, after practice, they would even go to Doori’s house, knowing that his parents won’t be home until midnight. They never did their mutual handjobs in the bedroom, though. They always stayed inside the bathroom. Once, Ruito suggested that they use Doori’s bed, but Doori said it was better to do it in the bathroom, where the sounds were amplified.
“That’s dirty,” Ruito said as he arched into Doori’s touch, his head almost digging into the tiles behind him.
Doori gave a gasp as the heads of their erections met and exchanged fluids. “Well...” He managed to mutted despite his incoherent moans. “You loved it, too.”
They learned that friction against each other’s erections was better than doing it by hand, and they learned to grip both and pump them mercilessly, their hips undulating to the rhythm of the hand moving. Usually, it would be Doori’s hand who would do the job, since Ruito’s hands would either be pinned under him or pinned above his head, held by Doori’s other hand. Sometimes, the younger man would let Ruito go to allow him to bite his knuckles and muffle his cries. He wondered why Doori was never loud when they do...things. He simply opened his mouth to an O and moaned softly, breaths coming in and out in quick succession.
They continued doing such in Doori’s house (and on Saturdays, in Ruito’s house), getting off by rubbing their erections together as they made out inside the bathroom, fully clothed except for their open fly. One time they decided to just take their pants off because the stains did not easily come off and people notice (actually, just Ruito’s mom because she was observant like that). Their families also noticed the dwindling supply of paper towels in the bathroom. Doori wondered how to solve it.
The idea came to him without Ruito’s knowledge one time, when he had Ruito propped up against his bathroom wall again. Ruito felt him shudder and stiffen for a moment as he came. After a while, Ruito closed his eyes and shuddered against Doori’s hands on their erections, layering Doori’s cum with his own.
“Ah...” Ruito said, staring at the mess on their stomachs. “We should clean up.” He blinked when Doori made no move to walk away.
Doori raised his hand that was covered in their fluids, studied it, and looked at Ruito. Unblinking, he ran that hand on Ruito’s neck.
“Doori...you’re dirtying me and my shirt!” Ruito warned as Doori’s hand travelled to his cheek, letting him be coated in the still warm, sticky cum. Soon, Doori’s hand was right by his mouth, waiting for his worship. Rolling his eyes, Ruito licked at Doori’s palm, cleaning it up. He let his tongue lick the in-between of Doori’s fingers, cheering himself silently as Doori closed his eyes and sighed.
He did not expect the younger man to move closer and lick the other side of his hand. They cleaned it up thoroughly, removing the sticky fluids on Doori’s fingers. Their tongues met briefly when they both licked on the tips of Doori’s fingers. Ruito could feel himself getting hard again at the act. It was messy and sloppy and sticky, but it was making him aroused.
When his hand was clean, Doori pressed Ruito against the wall again and licked his skin, cleaning up the fluid that was spread intentionally on his neck. Ruito leaned his head to one side, whimpering as he felt Doori’s hand on his hip and the boy’s tongue lapping dutifully on his neck and clavicles. It was dirty, Ruito knew. But he made no move to stop it.
Not when it was this pleasurable.
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They only did such messy things in their homes, when the shower was conveniently placed beside them. But when they were at practice, they couldn’t bring themselves to climax without soiling their clothes. Doori, brilliant as ever, thought of another way -- something they should have learned a long time ago when they were using porn as a resource material for kissing.
Ruito felt a smile tugging at the edge of his lips as he pinned Doori against the wall. Today was his turn. “Ne,” he asked the boy pinned between him and the tiles.
“What?” Doori asked, a little bit impatient.
Ruito unzipped Doori’s zipper ever so slowly, his grin wanting to make Doori feel annoyed. “I just remembered...didn’t you hate me a lot before?”
Doori seemed surprised at the question, but he merely smiled and threaded his fingers through Ruito’s hair. “I hate you a lot. Even now.”
“Oh, I hate you a lot, too. What do you think of me then?” He tugged Doori’s pants open.
The younger boy smirked as he tipped Ruito’s head up. “I think you’re...dirty?”
“Oh, then the feeling is mutual.”
And Ruito leaned forward.
As he heard Doori start to plead from above him, Ruito’s thoughts on stopping their dirty, secret acts evaporated. They wanted to continue exploring more, feeling more, tasting more.
Stopping was not an option.
END
Gawd, Doori and Ruito muses, stop killing me with ideas like this, please. I can die now...
um...thanks for reading *is shot*
PLEASE DON'T KILL ME. This was done within two and a half hours...during office hours.
Title: Sordid
By: nikki hiiragizawa
Fandom: The Musical Prince of Tennis
Pairing: Sakurada Doori x Aoyagi Ruito
Genre: PWP
Rating: R? NC-17? I don't know T_T; Vaguely NC-17 maybe? *_*
Word Count: 2385
Disclaimer: Aoyagi Ruito and Sakurada Doori are under AMUSE Youth. This fic was written for entertainment purposes only and the writer is in no way connected to or affiliated with the actors or their companies. All circumstances here, no matter how similar to true events, are just products of the writer's imagination and did not or will not happen in real life.
Author’s Notes: ...please use your own reading discretion.
It started with a kiss.
It was tentative and awkward and short. It happened in a breath as they pressed their lips together, paused for a few seconds, and then let go. It was a kiss that spanned merely a few seconds, yet they ended up staring at each other’s faces, breaths heavy and eyes hazy, for a long time.
Ruito was surprised when the kiss happened. One moment, he was busy fussing over the sheer amount of lines he had to memorize for the play. The next moment he found himself being kissed as he stared at black orbs studying his reaction. Ruito’s seatmate simply leaned over from his chair to pull Ruito towards him and meshed their mouths together.
Despite his shock at being kissed, Ruito was not the one who pulled back. In fact, he was a bit surprised when the kiss ended suddenly. He touched his still warm lips with his fingers as he felt warmth rushing to his face. He watched his seatmate, wondering if there was an explanation for what just happened.
Doori looked away, not wanting to meet his stares anymore. He collected his script and folder from the table and stood up, head bowed. Ruito watched him walk away towards the door, accidentally bumping his head on the doorframe because he was not looking at where he was going.
Ruito laughed.
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It continued.
Ruito used to believe that Doori hated him. They were rivals for the company’s attention of course. After the kiss, he wondered if Doori did it to humiliate him. He decided otherwise. After all, there was no one else in the room to see them. Doori waited until everyone had left before he attacked.
Did he really wait? Or was it out of the blue? What was Doori’s purpose?
Ruito needed to make sure. No one kissed him without a reason (except that one time he kissed his reflection through the mirror and enjoyed it).
After their dialogue practice and after everyone had left, Ruito waited by the stairwell. He quietly leaned against the wall, watching his feet and listening for any footsteps of someone descending from the stairs. He knew Doori hated the elevator. He would surely pass there.
And Doori did.
The younger boy must have been surprised. Ruito smirked when Doori gave a little squeaky sound as his back met the cold wall under the stairs. Without missing a bit, Ruito moved foward, tilted his head a little upward, and showed Doori how to give someone a real kiss.
Doori stood still and did not fight Ruito’s advances. He was plastered to the wall, seemingly glued to it and unable to do anything except move his lips with his kisser. Ruito smiled as he started sucking on Doori’s lower lip. The younger boy gave a gurgling sound like he was trying to say something.
Ruito broke the kiss, his breath mingling with Doori’s racy ones. He could feel his heart ramming against his ribcage, making him remember how unsure he felt when he decided on doing this. “What?” he breathlessly asked the younger boy, tapping Doori’s chin with a thumb and forefinger.
The boy looked at him, his head leaning down slightly. He had grown an inch or two taller than Ruito. “I said,” Doori panted, one of his hands creeping on Ruito’s shoulder. “I said I hate you.” With that, he pulled Ruito’s shoulder towards him to make him resume the kiss.
Quite a challenge, Ruito gleefully thought as they kissed again. Doori was a fast learner. He had already learned how to lean his head this way and that so that their noses and teeth won’t bump against each other. Ruito was not surprised when the younger boy pressed his tongue against Ruito’s mouth. Either Doori was a natural or he just watched way too many videos with kissing scenes -- French kissing scenes.
But Ruito did not let him control the kiss. He was the one who started it, so he should manage it. He pushed Doori’s tongue back in its own mouth and wondered if he should try those stuff he watched the other day off the net. There was a groan of disappointment from Doori and the boy’s hands came up to rest on Ruito’s nape, pulling him closer.
Flicking his tongue out experimentally, Ruito licked the outline of Doori’s lips, making the other shiver. When he felt no other reactions, Ruito continued and ran his tongue over and around Doori’s mouth, never entering, bathing the younger boy’s chin and lips in his saliva. He prodded Doori’s mouth open and slid his tongue inside, their mouths making slurping noises as they kissed each other deeply. Their kiss became sloppy and messy as Doori rebelled against his control.
A sound of a door closing startled them and they pulled away from each other. Doori wiped the moisture around his lips and on his chin with a hand, licking its fingers as he passed them by his lips. Ruito watched him, enticed. He wondered why he wanted to kiss Doori again even though they had barely finished.
Doori paused from sucking his little finger and stared at Ruito with a perplexed expression. “Where did you learn that?”
“Which?” Ruito was shaking his shirt, wishing the creases made by Doori’s hands would smoothen.
The younger boy dropped his hand to his side and wiped his face with a handkerchief from his pocket. “Kissing.” Ruito noticed the trickle of sweat running down Doori’s neck until it was hidden by the folds of his shirt.
“Do you really want to know?” Ruito said, smiling as he helped Doori wipe his mouth.
Doori grinned against the handkerchief. “No.” He grabbed Ruito’s collar. “I think I am beginning to hate you a lot more.”
“The feeling is mutual, Doori-kun.”
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Ruito thought it was over. Doori kissed him and he asked for payback. They were quits and he had been thinking nothing would follow what happened. But the stolen moments behind the curtains, the sudden drags to the nearest shower stall or toilet cubicle, and the occasional meeting under the stairs proved his thought wrong.
They wouldn’t admit it to each other, but they both loved their secret kissing sessions. Doori would try his best to memorize the script earlier than the others so he could sneak out to the stairwell. Ruito faked his intolerance and would frequent the toilet to accidentally meet Doori on his way. Each time they met, there would be a new discovery, a new maneuver. Doori decided he should borrow porn from his friends so he could learn new kissing techniques, while Ruito smugly decided that he knew a lot more than the younger boy. They managed to surprise each other everytime they kiss, making them even more eager to meet again and try out something new.
One time, Ruito asked Doori about getting caught.
“What would you do in case we got caught?” Ruito murmured as Doori licked a wet trail from his collarbone to his chin. It was Doori’s technique of the day, and he was happy that he was making Ruito squirm in pleasurable agony.
“Caught?” Doori stopped licking him and offered Ruito two of his fingers, which Ruito accepted into his mouth and lavished with his tongue. “I guess I could care less, huh?” Doori murmured, eyes lidded with pleasure as Ruito ran his tongue between his fingers. “I don’t want to get caught because they might become...jealous. But if they see us...let them watch?”
Ruito felt something stir inside him as Doori’s words tumbled out, making him suck even more diligently on the younger boy’s fingers. His fear of getting caught was now gone.
He now hoped someone would actually catch them.
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The more sessions they had, the more they wanted each other. Oftentimes, after kissing, Ruito would ask to be left alone inside the cubicle. Doori would leave without complaint, allowing him to finish himself off and flush down the evidence. It had been always like that -- starting and playing together and finishing alone -- until that time Ruito’s hand accidentally groped the front of Doori’s pants.
The younger boy let out a surprised cry, his voice hitched at his throat. He moved Ruito’s hand away from his crotch, face red with embarrassment.
“S-sorry...” Ruito said, his hands running up the boy’s body to show his sincerity. He pressed a kiss on the boy’s collarbone. “Are you mad?”
Doori looked away. “It’s not that...I’m...well...”
Ruito watched Doori. The boy’s face was flushed like a tomato, his hands on either side of Ruito’s face with their palms against the tiles of the cubicle. Slowly, Ruito arched upward and rocked his hips against Doori’s.
“Aahn...” Doori moaned as the friction started. “Ru...no...”
Ruito had been cooped up in this cubicle with Doori long enough to know that the boy meant ‘yes’ when he said no. He locked stares with the younger boy and took one of the hands against the wall to press it to his own crotch. “Let’s play fair.”
Swallowing, Doori nodded and unzipped Ruito’s pants.
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Their meetings grew more intense and more frequent. Sometimes, after practice, they would even go to Doori’s house, knowing that his parents won’t be home until midnight. They never did their mutual handjobs in the bedroom, though. They always stayed inside the bathroom. Once, Ruito suggested that they use Doori’s bed, but Doori said it was better to do it in the bathroom, where the sounds were amplified.
“That’s dirty,” Ruito said as he arched into Doori’s touch, his head almost digging into the tiles behind him.
Doori gave a gasp as the heads of their erections met and exchanged fluids. “Well...” He managed to mutted despite his incoherent moans. “You loved it, too.”
They learned that friction against each other’s erections was better than doing it by hand, and they learned to grip both and pump them mercilessly, their hips undulating to the rhythm of the hand moving. Usually, it would be Doori’s hand who would do the job, since Ruito’s hands would either be pinned under him or pinned above his head, held by Doori’s other hand. Sometimes, the younger man would let Ruito go to allow him to bite his knuckles and muffle his cries. He wondered why Doori was never loud when they do...things. He simply opened his mouth to an O and moaned softly, breaths coming in and out in quick succession.
They continued doing such in Doori’s house (and on Saturdays, in Ruito’s house), getting off by rubbing their erections together as they made out inside the bathroom, fully clothed except for their open fly. One time they decided to just take their pants off because the stains did not easily come off and people notice (actually, just Ruito’s mom because she was observant like that). Their families also noticed the dwindling supply of paper towels in the bathroom. Doori wondered how to solve it.
The idea came to him without Ruito’s knowledge one time, when he had Ruito propped up against his bathroom wall again. Ruito felt him shudder and stiffen for a moment as he came. After a while, Ruito closed his eyes and shuddered against Doori’s hands on their erections, layering Doori’s cum with his own.
“Ah...” Ruito said, staring at the mess on their stomachs. “We should clean up.” He blinked when Doori made no move to walk away.
Doori raised his hand that was covered in their fluids, studied it, and looked at Ruito. Unblinking, he ran that hand on Ruito’s neck.
“Doori...you’re dirtying me and my shirt!” Ruito warned as Doori’s hand travelled to his cheek, letting him be coated in the still warm, sticky cum. Soon, Doori’s hand was right by his mouth, waiting for his worship. Rolling his eyes, Ruito licked at Doori’s palm, cleaning it up. He let his tongue lick the in-between of Doori’s fingers, cheering himself silently as Doori closed his eyes and sighed.
He did not expect the younger man to move closer and lick the other side of his hand. They cleaned it up thoroughly, removing the sticky fluids on Doori’s fingers. Their tongues met briefly when they both licked on the tips of Doori’s fingers. Ruito could feel himself getting hard again at the act. It was messy and sloppy and sticky, but it was making him aroused.
When his hand was clean, Doori pressed Ruito against the wall again and licked his skin, cleaning up the fluid that was spread intentionally on his neck. Ruito leaned his head to one side, whimpering as he felt Doori’s hand on his hip and the boy’s tongue lapping dutifully on his neck and clavicles. It was dirty, Ruito knew. But he made no move to stop it.
Not when it was this pleasurable.
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They only did such messy things in their homes, when the shower was conveniently placed beside them. But when they were at practice, they couldn’t bring themselves to climax without soiling their clothes. Doori, brilliant as ever, thought of another way -- something they should have learned a long time ago when they were using porn as a resource material for kissing.
Ruito felt a smile tugging at the edge of his lips as he pinned Doori against the wall. Today was his turn. “Ne,” he asked the boy pinned between him and the tiles.
“What?” Doori asked, a little bit impatient.
Ruito unzipped Doori’s zipper ever so slowly, his grin wanting to make Doori feel annoyed. “I just remembered...didn’t you hate me a lot before?”
Doori seemed surprised at the question, but he merely smiled and threaded his fingers through Ruito’s hair. “I hate you a lot. Even now.”
“Oh, I hate you a lot, too. What do you think of me then?” He tugged Doori’s pants open.
The younger boy smirked as he tipped Ruito’s head up. “I think you’re...dirty?”
“Oh, then the feeling is mutual.”
And Ruito leaned forward.
As he heard Doori start to plead from above him, Ruito’s thoughts on stopping their dirty, secret acts evaporated. They wanted to continue exploring more, feeling more, tasting more.
Stopping was not an option.
END
Gawd, Doori and Ruito muses, stop killing me with ideas like this, please. I can die now...
um...thanks for reading *is shot*