[KRFourze] stubborn, impudent, determined, and inflexible
Kisaragi Gentarou, Utahoshi Kengo
Mature. Also, completely PWP.
Kengo usually didn't have a sex drive. His body didn't allow for it, and anyway, he was too busy working on Fourze to even bother. Yet, here he was, pressed up against a sterile white wall with his pants lying around his knees while Gentarou nosed at his boxers.
"You're sullying my moon base."
Gentarou ignored Kengo's plaintive complaint and pulled his boxers down. Kengo was half-hard but Gentarou figured he wouldn't be for long.
"Is this what you do for people who don't want to be friends with you?" Kengo said snippily. Gentarou shot him a dark look, breathing lightly over his skin. Kengo swallowed hard.
"You talk too much," Gentarou said, and closed his mouth over Kengo's dick. Kengo jerked upwards, one hand flying to his mouth to stifle the moan. Gentarou roughly shoved Kengo's thighs back towards the wall, coughing a little. "Don't choke me," he said, and Kengo laughed a little breathlessly.
"I didn't force you to do this," Kengo retorted, but he dug his hands into Gentarou's shoulders, pulling him forwards. Gentarou nudged Kengo's legs wider in response, pulling one pants leg off and pushing the shorter student up gently to nearly sit on his shoulders. The weaker gravity helped; Kengo was not as heavy as he should be and Gentarou sucked him in again, slow and shallow, tongue flicking against the head. There was nothing for Kengo to push against, and he could only roll his hips helplessly.
"You suck at this," Kengo stuttered out, and Gentarou growled in his throat a reply, and somehow that sent Kengo over the edge, sudden and fast and it was actually a little embarassing. He felt a little light-headed, heart pounding dangerously hard but it didn't feel like dying. "I hope you don't expect me to return favours," Kengo slurred, slack and lazy.
Gentarou was already fishing out a wrinkled handkerchief and spitting into it, making a face. He looked up at Kengo, lips wet and red and Kengo could not help but think that maybe he might just like another go. "Maybe now you won't be so uptight," Gentarou said instead, and Kengo flushed hotly, all feelings of teenage lust gone. He hastily did up his own pants.
"You know this doesn't make us friends, Kisaragi."
"Who says I do this for friends?" Gentarou said, and stood up, and casually walked away.
Mature. Also, completely PWP.
Kengo usually didn't have a sex drive. His body didn't allow for it, and anyway, he was too busy working on Fourze to even bother. Yet, here he was, pressed up against a sterile white wall with his pants lying around his knees while Gentarou nosed at his boxers.
"You're sullying my moon base."
Gentarou ignored Kengo's plaintive complaint and pulled his boxers down. Kengo was half-hard but Gentarou figured he wouldn't be for long.
"Is this what you do for people who don't want to be friends with you?" Kengo said snippily. Gentarou shot him a dark look, breathing lightly over his skin. Kengo swallowed hard.
"You talk too much," Gentarou said, and closed his mouth over Kengo's dick. Kengo jerked upwards, one hand flying to his mouth to stifle the moan. Gentarou roughly shoved Kengo's thighs back towards the wall, coughing a little. "Don't choke me," he said, and Kengo laughed a little breathlessly.
"I didn't force you to do this," Kengo retorted, but he dug his hands into Gentarou's shoulders, pulling him forwards. Gentarou nudged Kengo's legs wider in response, pulling one pants leg off and pushing the shorter student up gently to nearly sit on his shoulders. The weaker gravity helped; Kengo was not as heavy as he should be and Gentarou sucked him in again, slow and shallow, tongue flicking against the head. There was nothing for Kengo to push against, and he could only roll his hips helplessly.
"You suck at this," Kengo stuttered out, and Gentarou growled in his throat a reply, and somehow that sent Kengo over the edge, sudden and fast and it was actually a little embarassing. He felt a little light-headed, heart pounding dangerously hard but it didn't feel like dying. "I hope you don't expect me to return favours," Kengo slurred, slack and lazy.
Gentarou was already fishing out a wrinkled handkerchief and spitting into it, making a face. He looked up at Kengo, lips wet and red and Kengo could not help but think that maybe he might just like another go. "Maybe now you won't be so uptight," Gentarou said instead, and Kengo flushed hotly, all feelings of teenage lust gone. He hastily did up his own pants.
"You know this doesn't make us friends, Kisaragi."
"Who says I do this for friends?" Gentarou said, and stood up, and casually walked away.