[Drabble] Dive into me
Dive into me
MSM - Iwamoto/Watanabe
878 words, R/NC-17, High School!AU
They spend the night at Watanabe's. Follow up of this
[Notes]THE PORN IS JUST NOT FOR ME OKAY. Written for Saki on demand after she read the first piece. Sobs and curls up into a ball.
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When Watanabe had said he could stay the night, Iwamoto hadn't known what to expect. Perhaps he should have expected this, but he hadn't.
This being Watanabe shoving him up against the door and kissing him senseless.
The date, the one that Iwamoto had agreed to in a fit of madness, had actually been a lot of fun. He and Watanabe had become friends after Watanabe had transferred into Iwamoto's school, but that had been more of a group-wide friendship. This was Iwamoto's first time really spending one on one time with Watanabe.
(Which perhaps made Watanabe's tongue in his mouth a little ridiculous, but Iwamoto wasn't really thinking about that. Not when he could just tangle his hands in Watanabe's hair and lean in a bit more.)
Iwamoto couldn't really think straight, his thoughts this vague, confusing mess of how hard he was, how he already knew how Watanabe sounded like when he moaned, and Watanabe's goddamn tongue.
He'd been thinking about it since their little conversation behind the school, with Watanabe's tongue wrapped around a lollipop, but now Watanabe was licking along Iwamoto's lips and he found he vastly preferred it that way.
"Kinda wondered what you'd be like," Watanabe said, the words bleeding into Iwamoto's mouth between nips and kisses.
His huff of surprise - because Iwamoto certainly hadn't been thinking about it, not until that day - melted into a groan when Watanabe pressed their hips together, because, yeah, he was really hard and that felt really good, but not nearly enough of what he wanted.
And while he wasn't inexperienced, it had never been quite like this and he was at a loss of what to do.
Luckily this didn't seem to bother Watanabe a bit. He seemed to enjoy shoving Iwamoto around until Iwamoto was half sprawled out on the bed and Watanabe was swinging a leg over him, straddling his hips.
"You kinda just go on forever," Watanabe muttered, running a hand down Iwamoto's chest, his fingers following its track, before he palmed at Iwamoto's erection.
Groaning, because it felt good, and he kind of wanted Watanabe to shut up and then again he kind of really liked it too, Iwamoto settled for pulling Watanabe down for sloppy kiss, hips rocking up into the other's touch. Iwamoto wasn't really one to stay shy on the sidelines and arousal was a great motivator.
Watanabe purred, but pulled his hand and his mouth away. Iwamoto bit back a groan of frustration, rewarded when Watanabe shifted so he could start undoing their pants instead.
Iwamoto sort of wanted to take their shirt off too, wanted to see what Watanabe looked like bare, wanted to chase his tongue over the jut of Watanabe's hip, but Watanabe took the fast road, pushing Iwamoto's underwear down enough to free his cock. "Happy to see me," he teased, running a finger down the entire length of Iwamoto's cock.
"Don't," Iwamoto said through gritted teeth, but Watanabe just smirked, fingers ghosting over his cock, thumbing lightly at the tip. "Don't you dare."
"Don't rush me," Watanabe said, which was almost ridiculous because this was their first date and Watanabe had been a horrible tease with that stupid ringtone and it was his fault Iwamoto was so hard and aching in the first place. "I like it," he added, his smile especially lewd as he said it, as he finally wrapped his hand around Iwamoto's cock. "Maybe next time I'll take it for a ride."
Iwamoto really did not want to be turned on by that, but it was a terribly appealing image, especially when couple with the way Watanabe was now stroking him.
"Touch me," Watanabe said, leaning down to kiss him again, and it took a second or two for that to sink in through Iwamoto's haze of pleasure, but he didn't hesitate to comply, snaking a hand between their bodies to stroke Watanabe. He wasn't a tease, and he felt a surge of smugness when Watanabe gasped into his mouth.
It felt a little frienzied after that, all tongue and teeth and and hips and cocks, both of them wanting to come, wanting the other to get them off. Iwamoto was actually surprised when Watanabe climaxes, falling apart all beautiful and messy against Iwamoto. It was hot, the way Watanabe's eyes had glazed over, lower lip between his teeth. Iwamoto was pretty sure that look was going to come up in his fantasies later. It made up for the fact that Watanabe had stopped touching him and Iwamoto bit back a groan, wrapping a hand around himself to finish the job, just watching the way Watanabe eyed his cock, thinking about all the things Watanabe had said, about how he really wanted to see Watanabe naked, about what he wanted with Watanabe's tongue. It only took a few more strokes and Iwamoto came with white-washed pleasure.
They stay like that for a few minutes, Watanabe a comfortable weight on his chest, their arms still tangled between them, and their come is smeared on the both of them and that should be gross, but it wasn't yet.
"Next time?" Iwamoto asked, once he found his voice again.
"Next time," Watanabe confirmed, wiggling closer. "I'm giving you ten minutes."
MSM - Iwamoto/Watanabe
878 words, R/NC-17, High School!AU
They spend the night at Watanabe's. Follow up of this
[Notes]THE PORN IS JUST NOT FOR ME OKAY. Written for Saki on demand after she read the first piece. Sobs and curls up into a ball.
---
When Watanabe had said he could stay the night, Iwamoto hadn't known what to expect. Perhaps he should have expected this, but he hadn't.
This being Watanabe shoving him up against the door and kissing him senseless.
The date, the one that Iwamoto had agreed to in a fit of madness, had actually been a lot of fun. He and Watanabe had become friends after Watanabe had transferred into Iwamoto's school, but that had been more of a group-wide friendship. This was Iwamoto's first time really spending one on one time with Watanabe.
(Which perhaps made Watanabe's tongue in his mouth a little ridiculous, but Iwamoto wasn't really thinking about that. Not when he could just tangle his hands in Watanabe's hair and lean in a bit more.)
Iwamoto couldn't really think straight, his thoughts this vague, confusing mess of how hard he was, how he already knew how Watanabe sounded like when he moaned, and Watanabe's goddamn tongue.
He'd been thinking about it since their little conversation behind the school, with Watanabe's tongue wrapped around a lollipop, but now Watanabe was licking along Iwamoto's lips and he found he vastly preferred it that way.
"Kinda wondered what you'd be like," Watanabe said, the words bleeding into Iwamoto's mouth between nips and kisses.
His huff of surprise - because Iwamoto certainly hadn't been thinking about it, not until that day - melted into a groan when Watanabe pressed their hips together, because, yeah, he was really hard and that felt really good, but not nearly enough of what he wanted.
And while he wasn't inexperienced, it had never been quite like this and he was at a loss of what to do.
Luckily this didn't seem to bother Watanabe a bit. He seemed to enjoy shoving Iwamoto around until Iwamoto was half sprawled out on the bed and Watanabe was swinging a leg over him, straddling his hips.
"You kinda just go on forever," Watanabe muttered, running a hand down Iwamoto's chest, his fingers following its track, before he palmed at Iwamoto's erection.
Groaning, because it felt good, and he kind of wanted Watanabe to shut up and then again he kind of really liked it too, Iwamoto settled for pulling Watanabe down for sloppy kiss, hips rocking up into the other's touch. Iwamoto wasn't really one to stay shy on the sidelines and arousal was a great motivator.
Watanabe purred, but pulled his hand and his mouth away. Iwamoto bit back a groan of frustration, rewarded when Watanabe shifted so he could start undoing their pants instead.
Iwamoto sort of wanted to take their shirt off too, wanted to see what Watanabe looked like bare, wanted to chase his tongue over the jut of Watanabe's hip, but Watanabe took the fast road, pushing Iwamoto's underwear down enough to free his cock. "Happy to see me," he teased, running a finger down the entire length of Iwamoto's cock.
"Don't," Iwamoto said through gritted teeth, but Watanabe just smirked, fingers ghosting over his cock, thumbing lightly at the tip. "Don't you dare."
"Don't rush me," Watanabe said, which was almost ridiculous because this was their first date and Watanabe had been a horrible tease with that stupid ringtone and it was his fault Iwamoto was so hard and aching in the first place. "I like it," he added, his smile especially lewd as he said it, as he finally wrapped his hand around Iwamoto's cock. "Maybe next time I'll take it for a ride."
Iwamoto really did not want to be turned on by that, but it was a terribly appealing image, especially when couple with the way Watanabe was now stroking him.
"Touch me," Watanabe said, leaning down to kiss him again, and it took a second or two for that to sink in through Iwamoto's haze of pleasure, but he didn't hesitate to comply, snaking a hand between their bodies to stroke Watanabe. He wasn't a tease, and he felt a surge of smugness when Watanabe gasped into his mouth.
It felt a little frienzied after that, all tongue and teeth and and hips and cocks, both of them wanting to come, wanting the other to get them off. Iwamoto was actually surprised when Watanabe climaxes, falling apart all beautiful and messy against Iwamoto. It was hot, the way Watanabe's eyes had glazed over, lower lip between his teeth. Iwamoto was pretty sure that look was going to come up in his fantasies later. It made up for the fact that Watanabe had stopped touching him and Iwamoto bit back a groan, wrapping a hand around himself to finish the job, just watching the way Watanabe eyed his cock, thinking about all the things Watanabe had said, about how he really wanted to see Watanabe naked, about what he wanted with Watanabe's tongue. It only took a few more strokes and Iwamoto came with white-washed pleasure.
They stay like that for a few minutes, Watanabe a comfortable weight on his chest, their arms still tangled between them, and their come is smeared on the both of them and that should be gross, but it wasn't yet.
"Next time?" Iwamoto asked, once he found his voice again.
"Next time," Watanabe confirmed, wiggling closer. "I'm giving you ten minutes."