[Roleplay Log]
I'm posting this for Haku-dearest who cannot seem to get her asshole Mac to post logs correctly. (It's a shame...because I love these things. ULTIMATE CRACK PAIRING FOR THE FRICKING WIN.) ...so yeah. I'M HAKU TOBI. EAT ME SAIIII EAT ME.
Who: Sai and Tobi :D
What: Sai and Tobi have some 'fun' in the art room on the last day of school.
When: Last day of school.
Where: Art Room
Warnings: Kissing, toplessness, ruining-of-the-moment-ness, interruptions, licking of ears, beastiality
School was back in session, and Sai hadn't done a thing during the holidays. Naturally, he was trying to catch up before he went to work.
The art room was typically empty after Iruka and Mizuki-sensei tidied up, apart from the odd times he found Tobi there. He doubted the other would be there this time. Well, more hoped...he really needed to do work.
He sat at his usual place, facing the window, pulling various books from his backpack before beginning to do his first piece of work. Two hours before he had to leave for work.
Rather unluckily for the other boy, Tobi was staying after school- he'd wanted to finish the turtle he was working on before break, and when he came back he'd found the turtle had broken in the kiln.
Coming back from the stock room, Tobi was humming to himself quietly, babbling on to the clay about how it would become "Happii and fun" and how "Happii will love you too!", not noticing the other male as he enters the room.
Sai leaned back, running a hand through disheveled hair with a sigh as he looked at the work in front of him. Science. Joy.
He vaguely heard someone else in the room, and his breath caught in his throat when he heard the voice. It couldn't be...?
He looked over to where he heard the sound coming from and groaned. There was no way he'd work now.
Looking up, Tobi smiles before waving at Sai. "Hello, Sai-kun..!" He doesn't ever have homework, being in the classes he's in, but he does like to stay after school anyways.
(It's safe, and his baachan likes some time alone too.)
"Hey...Tobi..." The tone was hesitant, like the wave, and the pen he was holding loosely between his fingers dropped with a swear. Sai hopped off the stool and picked up the pen from where it rolled under the desk.
Were Tobi subtle enough to notice the boy's nervousness, he would have asked, but as he was, Tobi didn't pick up on it. "Sai-kun, you okay?" He asks instead.
Normally he was alone here, and he didn't mind, but it was always more fun with friends.
"Mmm, busy," he replied shortly as he returned to trying to work. "You?"
"Tobi is good!" He says with a grin, before going back to the desk he'd been working at- he wants to finish the turtle for Happii today, because he'd promised her on Sunday to have it, but then it had broke.
He crawls in the chair, sitting on it much like a monkey would, feet tucked under him as he pulls the green clay from the red, rolling it clumsily into little balls.
Sai continued to work on the series of questions before him, absentmindedly nodding in response.
Why did he leave all this shit?
Falling into a pattern, Tobi begins to chatter mindlessly to both the clay and to Sai at once, going on about aliens and turtles, and how Hana-san was really magic. In all honesty Tobi retained about as much as Sai did when it came to his chatter, and if you'd asked him to repeat it he would have been at a loss.
Sai twitched as he heard Tobi continue to talk, it was distracting. Unlike most, he enjoyed silence when working. His pen scribbled over words, nothing was right!
After a while of doing this, Tobi quiets down as he begins to focus more on forming shapes of his turtle. A head, (blue) and body (green) sit before him, and he carves little scales onto the body in silence.
Stuffing the biology book back into his backpack, Sai stood up. "Tobi, I'm going to take off now," he told the other, he'd given up, really.
"...Oh, okay." Tobi nods, a little put out. He'd liked having the other's company.
"..." Sai finished packing before looking at the turtle. Very...primitive.
Personally, Tobi liked his turtle, except the head kept falling off. (Just like before.) He sighs for the second time, pushing the blue back onto the green with clumsy fingers.
Sai - curious as ever - moved over to the turtle. It was commonplace for the two, almost, to have Sai correct Tobi's work. His thin, ever paint-stained fingers, worked at the colors.
Watching, Tobi wiggles slightly in his chair. Sai was so good with art- it would have made Tobi jealous, if he were capable of such an emotion.
With a small flourish, Sai finished what needed to be done, giving a strained smile to Tobi as he stood back up
Tobi smiles back, looking down at the turtle. "Thank you, Sai-kun..!"
Sai shrugged it off, pushing back a couple of locks of Tobi's hair as he shivered in the cold of the art room.
The smile fades, and Tobi clamps his hand over his left eye, not wanting Sai to see his 'secret'. (Obvious as it was, Tobi liked to think no one knew about it if he kept his hair over it.)
Tilting his head, Sai pushed his hands back into his pockets, rocking on his heels.
He was supposed to be leaving, right?
His hand drops slowly, and Tobi stands up on his knees, still in his chair so he's level with Sai. He leans in and gives Sai a kiss on the cheek, before grinning. "Bye-bye, Sai-kun."
"Uh...yeah...bye." His hand reached up to touch the area Tobi kissed before he leaned in to peck the other sophomore on the lips
Tobi grins, because actions like these aren't uncommon with him and Sai- he likes being affectionate, and it's nice when someone returns his affection. "Have good day, okay?"
"I'll try," he replied. His hand had slipped to between Tobi's shoulder blades and he kissed the other again, a little longer this time.
Blinking, Tobi slides his hands around Sai's neck for support, kissing him back. Usually the 'big kisses' (as Tobi has told his baachan) don't happen, but he likes these ones even more, because he feels special when he gets to kiss Sai like this, and he smiles into it, both eyes closing.
Sai nipped at Tobi's lips with his teeth ever-so-softly, pulling it open a little to slide his tongue in with closed eyes.
Tobi blinks, opening his eyes when Sai sticks his tongue in his mouth- it feels weird, and his first instinct is to bite down, but he doesn't, instead waiting for Sai to do something else. (Fun, fun, fun game!)
With a slight moan, Sai pulls his tongue and lips away, taking a short breath. Stupid conscience.
The sophomore is still balanced on the chair, and he brings his head back a few inches to look at Sai, breathing a little heavy. Tobi isn't sure why Sai stopped, but he's a little sad that he did. (No more fun game..?)
There shouldn't be a fun game, part of Sai screamed, while the other told him he was mad for stopping, that he was still infected by girl and needed to get rid of it somehow.
No one would come back to the art room anyway, it reasoned and Sai found his lips against the others again.
Tobi smiles, simply happy that they could still play. (Fun, fun, fun!) And because Tobi hopes to make Sai happy, he tilts his head as he licks the other's teeth and lips, a small noise of pleasure escaping his own. (These games made him feel so funny...)
Leaning back slightly, Sai began to sink down a little, holding Tobi tightly as he captured the sophomore's tongue, sucking on it lightly.
Hands that had remained motionless on Sai's neck began to drop, one to the other's hip and the other staying there, lacing itself in the other's hair. If anyone had asked Tobi, he wouldn't be able to explain what he was doing, or why- just that it felt good. (Tobi was a simple boy- he did what he wanted to, after all.) And despite his attempts to stay quiet (he was always told he was too loud-), Tobi lets out a small moan that looses itself in Sai's mouth.
In contrast to Tobi, Sai was always told he was too quiet (even during sex), but a slight whimper pushed out of his throat as he felt the hand in his hair and the sound vibrate against his mouth. He tensed his arms, one foot kicking the chair out from under Tobi as he relinquished his hold on the other's tongue, just doing what he was used to - exploring, probing, biting - but he was gentle (for once) - Tobi was a different situation.
Caught off guard by the chair's sudden absence, Tobi catches himself (clumsily) at the last moment, managing not to fall over. After a moment he stands back up, about level with Sai, and he holds the other male close, fingers twisting the fabric of Sai's uniform out of habit.
Sai's uniform was mangled to the point it got him in trouble frequently. His blazer had been cut to the almost signature belly-top style jackets he wore, and his shirt was only buttoned because it had to be.
The fingerless gloves he wore were a leather-like material, and they rested on Tobi's hips as the two entwined in their embrace.
If anyone else had seen the two, it would have been a very strange sight. Unlike Sai (and most of the students here, in all honesty), Tobi's uniform was exactly as it should be, down to the very last button on the blazer's cuff. He'd never thought of tearing it up (Baachan would be so upset!) or otherwise destroying it, when it was just as nice now as it would be afterwards.
After a moment, Tobi pulls away, unable to breath (it didn't occur to him to breath through his nose-) "...S-sai.."
Sai opened his eyes, looking into Tobi's as the kiss broke. He caught his own breath - though he'd breathed through his nose, he was still short of breath. "...?"
"Sai-kun... T-tobi feels funny.." He says, forehead pressed against Sai's. It's not a bad sort of funny, he thinks- but his stomach feels light, and... and- and funny. (He's never been good with words.)
"Do you?" He replied. Sai felt a little anxious, his stomach was in knots. What was this?
Nodding, Tobi points to his stomach and groin- he feels warm and funny, and- and funny. (And he tells Sai so.)
"Ah..." Came the reply, short. It wasn't unusual, and Sai pressed his lips against Tobi's briefly, before moving to his jaw line and neck.
He'd forgotten everything else, now.
"Mmnn-" Tobi mewls, tilting his neck to the side- the funny feeling was more predominate now -so Sai could have better access. (He thought idly about telling Baachan about this, but after a moment he decided not to.)
Sai's mouth worked on the skin, tasting and touching. His fingers had slid under Tobi's waistline as he moved across the flesh, tugging at the trousers.
Hands gripped Sai's pants tighter, because the funny feeling (mm- it felt so funny!) was getting the better of him. "Mmn- S-sai-kun-" - Tobi likes that, Sai-kun.
Pausing, Sai noticed a problem. Tobi's collar was done up, other than his hands, face and neck, everything was covered. He sighed, moving his hands to the blazer, beginning to unbutton it as he moved back to kiss Tobi on the lips.
Of course he was done up, like a good little boy should be. (Tobi aimed to be a good boy, after all- and where would he get if his uniform wasn't right?) He watches Sai out of the corner of one eye, secretly amazed at how fast he can undo the buttons.
Pushing the blazer back, Sai's hands glided over the buttons on the shirt, before tugging away the tie, so he could access more of the other's flesh.
Thoughts - what were they? Right now, Sai didn't know or care.
Frowning, Tobi bends down after Sai drops his tie- it was a gift from mamma -and picks it up, not bothering to care or notice if he's offended Sai in any way. ('This is a very special gift, Tobi-chan, from your mother. Take good care of it.') After a moment of smoothing it down, he sets it on the table behind them.
Everything halted there. Sex could be called a game, but unlike a board game or a card game, if you stopped in the middle, often you couldn't just resume. It was like a video game without pressing pause. You lose if you stop.
Blinking, Tobi watches Sai for a moment.
"...Did Tobi do something wrong?" He asks innocently.
Sometimes, with Tobi, Sai wanted to scream in frustration. He just...GAH, he couldn't understand the teenager. He couldn't understand his own feelings towards the teenager, either.
He took a deep breath, trying to collect his thoughts. Sex...right. Were they continuing?
Finding himself awkward, the sophomore rocks side-to-side slightly, playing with the half-unbuttoned shirt on his body. It was white, steam-pressed and bleached, and it covered the strangest skin. It was pasty-white, but not in the way Sai's was, or Haku's was- it was white from wearing T-shirts, not from black lights, and it was white from not having friends, or going to the beach, or in general doing much outside, but somewhere, underneath the soft skin (soft from taking bubble-baths all his life-), there was a hint of a tan, of summers spent on the beach when he was young, with his mamma.
The sophomore froze as he heard the door creak open - why was someone here?
Mizuki had forgotten his wallet. That's why. He walked into the room, not expecting anything - least of all two students like that. The art room wasn't a make-out zone, as far as he could remember.
He knew their faces, and their names.
Blinking once again, Tobi looks over to the door and spots his teacher.
"Oh, hey Mizuki-sensei!" He says with a beaming smile.
"Hello Tobi-kun," he responded, smiling. "Hello Sai-kun." The sophomore in question nodded stiffly. He pretended like nothing was wrong. He was good at pretending.
In general, Tobi wasn't known for being very quick when it came to problems arising, but for once in his life he was fairly fast on getting the picture.
"Tobi got paint on his shirt, sensei." He says, making up some excuse as to why he was near topless.
Mizuki nodded, clearly accepting that ('I'm sure, Tobi...') as he grabbed his wallet.
"Sai-kun, you've done your work, right?" He was a prize student, after all.
Sai nodded, inwardly cursing.
Wiggling slightly, Tobi waits for Mizuki to leave. He knows that whatever they were doing was bad, now- but it felt fun, and it wasn't hurting anybody, so what was so bad? (Well, it wasn't hurting anyone yet...)
"Make sure to leave this place tidy," he told them as he left. 'Though I doubt you will,' he added to himself as he exited.
Sai relaxed so much once Mizuki left - he knew the TA had figured out something, but so long as he wasn't there, he didn't care.
"Okay!" Tobi says with a grin, and when the door locks behind the older man he glances back to Sai, almost worriedly.
"Sai-kun-?"
"Mmm?" He asked, shaking his head clear. Maybe signs did exist. Signs that this shouldn't happen.
"Sai-kun, we can still...." What did he call it? "We can still... play, right?" He'd really, really liked that game.
Um...
"Alright."
With that, he grinned again, and clapped his hands. "Yay..!"
Sai was amused by the reaction, and couldn't resist adding something. "Extra points for starting a round, Tobi."
"Nani- Oh!" Tobi grinned and leaned into Sai, kissing his cheek, and then his neck cautiously- if you got extra points, then that meant Sai was probably winning. (And it was no fun unless you were winning!)
Overall, Tobi decided Sai tasted kind of like a fingernail, like when he got bored and chewed on his own, but it was a much more pleasant taste than that.
Sai's head tilted to the side, giving extra room. Okay, manipulative it was, but...well...it worked.
It was fun, he decides again, to kiss Sai on the neck, because it was warm, and when he sucked on one part, he could feel the other's blood underneath, and it was warm and calm, like his mamma's heartbeat. (He can still remember how it goes-)
"Uh--- hnnn...." came the tiny whimper as he felt Tobi begin to suck on his neck, feeling the blood rush to the surface of it. He leant backwards slightly, head rolled completely back.
Hands that had been idle went to Sai's stomach, resting on the cool flesh of his belly and abdomen- it was firm, and Tobi thought it was funny, compared to his soft flesh (he'd never been active, except in-doors). Moving lower, Tobi finds the other's Adam apple and giggles as he licks it like a dog. (Woof!)
Sai twitched at the lick, stepping back a fraction in surprise. His hands, which were a little less steady than before, undid the rest of Tobi's shirt, pushing it back.
It's all a game to Tobi, and he slides out of his shirt easily, letting that one drop to the floor before he releases Sai's neck from his mouth, breathing a little heavy and saliva glossing his lips. Fumbling fingers start to undo Sai's shirt, and he gets stuck on the third of five buttons, frown appearing as he tries to fix it.
Sai's hands came to meet Tobi's stuck ones, undoing the rest of the buttons and letting the shirt and massacred blazer fall to the floor.
Offering a shy smile, Tobi kisses Sai on the nose quickly, before huddling closer- it was winter after all, and a little cold.
Sai blinked briefly, before remembering that Tobi didn't understand this. He pressed his lips to the side of Tobi's, fingertips pressing lightly on the boy's waist.
With a turn of his head, Tobi kisses Sai again, fingers resting on the other's waistband for support. He's not sure what to do now, but Tobi is confidant Sai will show him.
This, at least, was something Tobi was getting better in. -Just listen to teacher...-
His gloved hands slid over the hem of Tobi's trousers, fingers slipping onto a button.
With all the concentration Tobi could muster, he watched Sai's fingers work- still idly amazed at how good he was with buttons (darn buttons-) -with his tongue between his teeth in that trade-marked look of his. (So utterly comical.)
Damnit. Don't laugh, Sai. He buried his head on Tobi's shoulder, his body shaking slightly with held laughter as he undid the buttons.
If anyone could ruin the moment, it was Tobi- his actions, reactions, half of them tended to mismatch on the occasion. Wiggling slightly, he nuzzles Sai before licking his ear- again, like a dog. (Woof!)
Sai twitched again, head jerking away when Tobi licked at him. This was never going to work.
No way, no how.
For as many mistakes as he made, Tobi could only manage to catch a few of them, but by the way Sai pulls back, Tobi understands once again he's made a mistake. (This is getting very frustrating.)
"...Sai-kun, if you aren't having fun, we can stop..." Tobi didn't want to upset Sai, or be bad.
"..." Sai didn't respond, and instead just glanced towards his shirt and blazer, bending down to pick them up.
Bad idea.
Sitting on the table, Tobi takes his tie in-between his fingers and plays with it quietly- maybe Sai will tell him to go sit in the corner, or something, for being bad.
Sai didn't say such a thing, just got dressed and left.
Fucking hell...
Legs swaying quietly, Tobi sighs as the door shuts, rubbing his eye- maybe that was it, after all. (He forgets Sai had seen his 'secret'-) The sophomore doesn't bother to put his shirt back on- he has no idea how to tie a tie, or button it back anyways.
Mizuki had passed Sai on his way out, looking distinctly rumpled.
He'd forgotten something else, as well. (Condoms).
Walking into the art room, he didn't expect to see Tobi there still.
"Tobi-kun, are you okay?" He asked, patient.
Glancing up, Tobi nods quietly before getting off the table.
"Tobi spilled paint." Even though he hadn't been using paint.
"Ah. But Tobi-kun, it's cold outside, you can't go out topless. Your baachan wouldn't like that." Mizuki explained patiently, rubbing his temples.
"...But Tobi doesn't know how button..." he trailed off, shirt in hand. He didn't want to go home without his shirt, but it seemed like the only way.
Repressing a roll of his eyes, Mizuki took the shirt.
There was no paint.
He pulled it over Tobi's shoulders, waiting for the sophomore to slide his arms in the sleeves.
Wiggling in, Tobi sticks his hands inside the holes and pushes his head through, popping through a moment later. "Tobi did it..!"
"Good Tobi," he pulled the tie and blazer on the boy, making sure he looked presentable. He remembered Tobi's grandmother, and she was rather scary - even by his family's standards.
She wasn't scary- she was primp, and proper. (Okay, maybe a little scary- but she just wanted to protect her only grandson.) Tobi smiles in spite of the well of sadness he's feeling, and thanks Mizuki quietly before hopping off the table.
"See you later, Tobi-kun."
Now, about those condoms...
And, Morgan-sweet, it's come to my attention that we have no 'Tobi' tag? And no 'SaiTobi' tag. And no 'HOLY GOD WTF CRACK OTP FTW' tag.
Who: Sai and Tobi :D
What: Sai and Tobi have some 'fun' in the art room on the last day of school.
When: Last day of school.
Where: Art Room
Warnings: Kissing, toplessness, ruining-of-the-moment-ness, interruptions, licking of ears, beastiality
School was back in session, and Sai hadn't done a thing during the holidays. Naturally, he was trying to catch up before he went to work.
The art room was typically empty after Iruka and Mizuki-sensei tidied up, apart from the odd times he found Tobi there. He doubted the other would be there this time. Well, more hoped...he really needed to do work.
He sat at his usual place, facing the window, pulling various books from his backpack before beginning to do his first piece of work. Two hours before he had to leave for work.
Rather unluckily for the other boy, Tobi was staying after school- he'd wanted to finish the turtle he was working on before break, and when he came back he'd found the turtle had broken in the kiln.
Coming back from the stock room, Tobi was humming to himself quietly, babbling on to the clay about how it would become "Happii and fun" and how "Happii will love you too!", not noticing the other male as he enters the room.
Sai leaned back, running a hand through disheveled hair with a sigh as he looked at the work in front of him. Science. Joy.
He vaguely heard someone else in the room, and his breath caught in his throat when he heard the voice. It couldn't be...?
He looked over to where he heard the sound coming from and groaned. There was no way he'd work now.
Looking up, Tobi smiles before waving at Sai. "Hello, Sai-kun..!" He doesn't ever have homework, being in the classes he's in, but he does like to stay after school anyways.
(It's safe, and his baachan likes some time alone too.)
"Hey...Tobi..." The tone was hesitant, like the wave, and the pen he was holding loosely between his fingers dropped with a swear. Sai hopped off the stool and picked up the pen from where it rolled under the desk.
Were Tobi subtle enough to notice the boy's nervousness, he would have asked, but as he was, Tobi didn't pick up on it. "Sai-kun, you okay?" He asks instead.
Normally he was alone here, and he didn't mind, but it was always more fun with friends.
"Mmm, busy," he replied shortly as he returned to trying to work. "You?"
"Tobi is good!" He says with a grin, before going back to the desk he'd been working at- he wants to finish the turtle for Happii today, because he'd promised her on Sunday to have it, but then it had broke.
He crawls in the chair, sitting on it much like a monkey would, feet tucked under him as he pulls the green clay from the red, rolling it clumsily into little balls.
Sai continued to work on the series of questions before him, absentmindedly nodding in response.
Why did he leave all this shit?
Falling into a pattern, Tobi begins to chatter mindlessly to both the clay and to Sai at once, going on about aliens and turtles, and how Hana-san was really magic. In all honesty Tobi retained about as much as Sai did when it came to his chatter, and if you'd asked him to repeat it he would have been at a loss.
Sai twitched as he heard Tobi continue to talk, it was distracting. Unlike most, he enjoyed silence when working. His pen scribbled over words, nothing was right!
After a while of doing this, Tobi quiets down as he begins to focus more on forming shapes of his turtle. A head, (blue) and body (green) sit before him, and he carves little scales onto the body in silence.
Stuffing the biology book back into his backpack, Sai stood up. "Tobi, I'm going to take off now," he told the other, he'd given up, really.
"...Oh, okay." Tobi nods, a little put out. He'd liked having the other's company.
"..." Sai finished packing before looking at the turtle. Very...primitive.
Personally, Tobi liked his turtle, except the head kept falling off. (Just like before.) He sighs for the second time, pushing the blue back onto the green with clumsy fingers.
Sai - curious as ever - moved over to the turtle. It was commonplace for the two, almost, to have Sai correct Tobi's work. His thin, ever paint-stained fingers, worked at the colors.
Watching, Tobi wiggles slightly in his chair. Sai was so good with art- it would have made Tobi jealous, if he were capable of such an emotion.
With a small flourish, Sai finished what needed to be done, giving a strained smile to Tobi as he stood back up
Tobi smiles back, looking down at the turtle. "Thank you, Sai-kun..!"
Sai shrugged it off, pushing back a couple of locks of Tobi's hair as he shivered in the cold of the art room.
The smile fades, and Tobi clamps his hand over his left eye, not wanting Sai to see his 'secret'. (Obvious as it was, Tobi liked to think no one knew about it if he kept his hair over it.)
Tilting his head, Sai pushed his hands back into his pockets, rocking on his heels.
He was supposed to be leaving, right?
His hand drops slowly, and Tobi stands up on his knees, still in his chair so he's level with Sai. He leans in and gives Sai a kiss on the cheek, before grinning. "Bye-bye, Sai-kun."
"Uh...yeah...bye." His hand reached up to touch the area Tobi kissed before he leaned in to peck the other sophomore on the lips
Tobi grins, because actions like these aren't uncommon with him and Sai- he likes being affectionate, and it's nice when someone returns his affection. "Have good day, okay?"
"I'll try," he replied. His hand had slipped to between Tobi's shoulder blades and he kissed the other again, a little longer this time.
Blinking, Tobi slides his hands around Sai's neck for support, kissing him back. Usually the 'big kisses' (as Tobi has told his baachan) don't happen, but he likes these ones even more, because he feels special when he gets to kiss Sai like this, and he smiles into it, both eyes closing.
Sai nipped at Tobi's lips with his teeth ever-so-softly, pulling it open a little to slide his tongue in with closed eyes.
Tobi blinks, opening his eyes when Sai sticks his tongue in his mouth- it feels weird, and his first instinct is to bite down, but he doesn't, instead waiting for Sai to do something else. (Fun, fun, fun game!)
With a slight moan, Sai pulls his tongue and lips away, taking a short breath. Stupid conscience.
The sophomore is still balanced on the chair, and he brings his head back a few inches to look at Sai, breathing a little heavy. Tobi isn't sure why Sai stopped, but he's a little sad that he did. (No more fun game..?)
There shouldn't be a fun game, part of Sai screamed, while the other told him he was mad for stopping, that he was still infected by girl and needed to get rid of it somehow.
No one would come back to the art room anyway, it reasoned and Sai found his lips against the others again.
Tobi smiles, simply happy that they could still play. (Fun, fun, fun!) And because Tobi hopes to make Sai happy, he tilts his head as he licks the other's teeth and lips, a small noise of pleasure escaping his own. (These games made him feel so funny...)
Leaning back slightly, Sai began to sink down a little, holding Tobi tightly as he captured the sophomore's tongue, sucking on it lightly.
Hands that had remained motionless on Sai's neck began to drop, one to the other's hip and the other staying there, lacing itself in the other's hair. If anyone had asked Tobi, he wouldn't be able to explain what he was doing, or why- just that it felt good. (Tobi was a simple boy- he did what he wanted to, after all.) And despite his attempts to stay quiet (he was always told he was too loud-), Tobi lets out a small moan that looses itself in Sai's mouth.
In contrast to Tobi, Sai was always told he was too quiet (even during sex), but a slight whimper pushed out of his throat as he felt the hand in his hair and the sound vibrate against his mouth. He tensed his arms, one foot kicking the chair out from under Tobi as he relinquished his hold on the other's tongue, just doing what he was used to - exploring, probing, biting - but he was gentle (for once) - Tobi was a different situation.
Caught off guard by the chair's sudden absence, Tobi catches himself (clumsily) at the last moment, managing not to fall over. After a moment he stands back up, about level with Sai, and he holds the other male close, fingers twisting the fabric of Sai's uniform out of habit.
Sai's uniform was mangled to the point it got him in trouble frequently. His blazer had been cut to the almost signature belly-top style jackets he wore, and his shirt was only buttoned because it had to be.
The fingerless gloves he wore were a leather-like material, and they rested on Tobi's hips as the two entwined in their embrace.
If anyone else had seen the two, it would have been a very strange sight. Unlike Sai (and most of the students here, in all honesty), Tobi's uniform was exactly as it should be, down to the very last button on the blazer's cuff. He'd never thought of tearing it up (Baachan would be so upset!) or otherwise destroying it, when it was just as nice now as it would be afterwards.
After a moment, Tobi pulls away, unable to breath (it didn't occur to him to breath through his nose-) "...S-sai.."
Sai opened his eyes, looking into Tobi's as the kiss broke. He caught his own breath - though he'd breathed through his nose, he was still short of breath. "...?"
"Sai-kun... T-tobi feels funny.." He says, forehead pressed against Sai's. It's not a bad sort of funny, he thinks- but his stomach feels light, and... and- and funny. (He's never been good with words.)
"Do you?" He replied. Sai felt a little anxious, his stomach was in knots. What was this?
Nodding, Tobi points to his stomach and groin- he feels warm and funny, and- and funny. (And he tells Sai so.)
"Ah..." Came the reply, short. It wasn't unusual, and Sai pressed his lips against Tobi's briefly, before moving to his jaw line and neck.
He'd forgotten everything else, now.
"Mmnn-" Tobi mewls, tilting his neck to the side- the funny feeling was more predominate now -so Sai could have better access. (He thought idly about telling Baachan about this, but after a moment he decided not to.)
Sai's mouth worked on the skin, tasting and touching. His fingers had slid under Tobi's waistline as he moved across the flesh, tugging at the trousers.
Hands gripped Sai's pants tighter, because the funny feeling (mm- it felt so funny!) was getting the better of him. "Mmn- S-sai-kun-" - Tobi likes that, Sai-kun.
Pausing, Sai noticed a problem. Tobi's collar was done up, other than his hands, face and neck, everything was covered. He sighed, moving his hands to the blazer, beginning to unbutton it as he moved back to kiss Tobi on the lips.
Of course he was done up, like a good little boy should be. (Tobi aimed to be a good boy, after all- and where would he get if his uniform wasn't right?) He watches Sai out of the corner of one eye, secretly amazed at how fast he can undo the buttons.
Pushing the blazer back, Sai's hands glided over the buttons on the shirt, before tugging away the tie, so he could access more of the other's flesh.
Thoughts - what were they? Right now, Sai didn't know or care.
Frowning, Tobi bends down after Sai drops his tie- it was a gift from mamma -and picks it up, not bothering to care or notice if he's offended Sai in any way. ('This is a very special gift, Tobi-chan, from your mother. Take good care of it.') After a moment of smoothing it down, he sets it on the table behind them.
Everything halted there. Sex could be called a game, but unlike a board game or a card game, if you stopped in the middle, often you couldn't just resume. It was like a video game without pressing pause. You lose if you stop.
Blinking, Tobi watches Sai for a moment.
"...Did Tobi do something wrong?" He asks innocently.
Sometimes, with Tobi, Sai wanted to scream in frustration. He just...GAH, he couldn't understand the teenager. He couldn't understand his own feelings towards the teenager, either.
He took a deep breath, trying to collect his thoughts. Sex...right. Were they continuing?
Finding himself awkward, the sophomore rocks side-to-side slightly, playing with the half-unbuttoned shirt on his body. It was white, steam-pressed and bleached, and it covered the strangest skin. It was pasty-white, but not in the way Sai's was, or Haku's was- it was white from wearing T-shirts, not from black lights, and it was white from not having friends, or going to the beach, or in general doing much outside, but somewhere, underneath the soft skin (soft from taking bubble-baths all his life-), there was a hint of a tan, of summers spent on the beach when he was young, with his mamma.
The sophomore froze as he heard the door creak open - why was someone here?
Mizuki had forgotten his wallet. That's why. He walked into the room, not expecting anything - least of all two students like that. The art room wasn't a make-out zone, as far as he could remember.
He knew their faces, and their names.
Blinking once again, Tobi looks over to the door and spots his teacher.
"Oh, hey Mizuki-sensei!" He says with a beaming smile.
"Hello Tobi-kun," he responded, smiling. "Hello Sai-kun." The sophomore in question nodded stiffly. He pretended like nothing was wrong. He was good at pretending.
In general, Tobi wasn't known for being very quick when it came to problems arising, but for once in his life he was fairly fast on getting the picture.
"Tobi got paint on his shirt, sensei." He says, making up some excuse as to why he was near topless.
Mizuki nodded, clearly accepting that ('I'm sure, Tobi...') as he grabbed his wallet.
"Sai-kun, you've done your work, right?" He was a prize student, after all.
Sai nodded, inwardly cursing.
Wiggling slightly, Tobi waits for Mizuki to leave. He knows that whatever they were doing was bad, now- but it felt fun, and it wasn't hurting anybody, so what was so bad? (Well, it wasn't hurting anyone yet...)
"Make sure to leave this place tidy," he told them as he left. 'Though I doubt you will,' he added to himself as he exited.
Sai relaxed so much once Mizuki left - he knew the TA had figured out something, but so long as he wasn't there, he didn't care.
"Okay!" Tobi says with a grin, and when the door locks behind the older man he glances back to Sai, almost worriedly.
"Sai-kun-?"
"Mmm?" He asked, shaking his head clear. Maybe signs did exist. Signs that this shouldn't happen.
"Sai-kun, we can still...." What did he call it? "We can still... play, right?" He'd really, really liked that game.
Um...
"Alright."
With that, he grinned again, and clapped his hands. "Yay..!"
Sai was amused by the reaction, and couldn't resist adding something. "Extra points for starting a round, Tobi."
"Nani- Oh!" Tobi grinned and leaned into Sai, kissing his cheek, and then his neck cautiously- if you got extra points, then that meant Sai was probably winning. (And it was no fun unless you were winning!)
Overall, Tobi decided Sai tasted kind of like a fingernail, like when he got bored and chewed on his own, but it was a much more pleasant taste than that.
Sai's head tilted to the side, giving extra room. Okay, manipulative it was, but...well...it worked.
It was fun, he decides again, to kiss Sai on the neck, because it was warm, and when he sucked on one part, he could feel the other's blood underneath, and it was warm and calm, like his mamma's heartbeat. (He can still remember how it goes-)
"Uh--- hnnn...." came the tiny whimper as he felt Tobi begin to suck on his neck, feeling the blood rush to the surface of it. He leant backwards slightly, head rolled completely back.
Hands that had been idle went to Sai's stomach, resting on the cool flesh of his belly and abdomen- it was firm, and Tobi thought it was funny, compared to his soft flesh (he'd never been active, except in-doors). Moving lower, Tobi finds the other's Adam apple and giggles as he licks it like a dog. (Woof!)
Sai twitched at the lick, stepping back a fraction in surprise. His hands, which were a little less steady than before, undid the rest of Tobi's shirt, pushing it back.
It's all a game to Tobi, and he slides out of his shirt easily, letting that one drop to the floor before he releases Sai's neck from his mouth, breathing a little heavy and saliva glossing his lips. Fumbling fingers start to undo Sai's shirt, and he gets stuck on the third of five buttons, frown appearing as he tries to fix it.
Sai's hands came to meet Tobi's stuck ones, undoing the rest of the buttons and letting the shirt and massacred blazer fall to the floor.
Offering a shy smile, Tobi kisses Sai on the nose quickly, before huddling closer- it was winter after all, and a little cold.
Sai blinked briefly, before remembering that Tobi didn't understand this. He pressed his lips to the side of Tobi's, fingertips pressing lightly on the boy's waist.
With a turn of his head, Tobi kisses Sai again, fingers resting on the other's waistband for support. He's not sure what to do now, but Tobi is confidant Sai will show him.
This, at least, was something Tobi was getting better in. -Just listen to teacher...-
His gloved hands slid over the hem of Tobi's trousers, fingers slipping onto a button.
With all the concentration Tobi could muster, he watched Sai's fingers work- still idly amazed at how good he was with buttons (darn buttons-) -with his tongue between his teeth in that trade-marked look of his. (So utterly comical.)
Damnit. Don't laugh, Sai. He buried his head on Tobi's shoulder, his body shaking slightly with held laughter as he undid the buttons.
If anyone could ruin the moment, it was Tobi- his actions, reactions, half of them tended to mismatch on the occasion. Wiggling slightly, he nuzzles Sai before licking his ear- again, like a dog. (Woof!)
Sai twitched again, head jerking away when Tobi licked at him. This was never going to work.
No way, no how.
For as many mistakes as he made, Tobi could only manage to catch a few of them, but by the way Sai pulls back, Tobi understands once again he's made a mistake. (This is getting very frustrating.)
"...Sai-kun, if you aren't having fun, we can stop..." Tobi didn't want to upset Sai, or be bad.
"..." Sai didn't respond, and instead just glanced towards his shirt and blazer, bending down to pick them up.
Bad idea.
Sitting on the table, Tobi takes his tie in-between his fingers and plays with it quietly- maybe Sai will tell him to go sit in the corner, or something, for being bad.
Sai didn't say such a thing, just got dressed and left.
Fucking hell...
Legs swaying quietly, Tobi sighs as the door shuts, rubbing his eye- maybe that was it, after all. (He forgets Sai had seen his 'secret'-) The sophomore doesn't bother to put his shirt back on- he has no idea how to tie a tie, or button it back anyways.
Mizuki had passed Sai on his way out, looking distinctly rumpled.
He'd forgotten something else, as well. (Condoms).
Walking into the art room, he didn't expect to see Tobi there still.
"Tobi-kun, are you okay?" He asked, patient.
Glancing up, Tobi nods quietly before getting off the table.
"Tobi spilled paint." Even though he hadn't been using paint.
"Ah. But Tobi-kun, it's cold outside, you can't go out topless. Your baachan wouldn't like that." Mizuki explained patiently, rubbing his temples.
"...But Tobi doesn't know how button..." he trailed off, shirt in hand. He didn't want to go home without his shirt, but it seemed like the only way.
Repressing a roll of his eyes, Mizuki took the shirt.
There was no paint.
He pulled it over Tobi's shoulders, waiting for the sophomore to slide his arms in the sleeves.
Wiggling in, Tobi sticks his hands inside the holes and pushes his head through, popping through a moment later. "Tobi did it..!"
"Good Tobi," he pulled the tie and blazer on the boy, making sure he looked presentable. He remembered Tobi's grandmother, and she was rather scary - even by his family's standards.
She wasn't scary- she was primp, and proper. (Okay, maybe a little scary- but she just wanted to protect her only grandson.) Tobi smiles in spite of the well of sadness he's feeling, and thanks Mizuki quietly before hopping off the table.
"See you later, Tobi-kun."
Now, about those condoms...
And, Morgan-sweet, it's come to my attention that we have no 'Tobi' tag? And no 'SaiTobi' tag. And no 'HOLY GOD WTF CRACK OTP FTW' tag.