[Ficbit] Random KikuAsa
Maybe he's imagining things. Maybe it really isn't Kiku putting his arms around his neck and going down on him, every little movement another tingling thrill through the very core of his being, breath hot and heavy against his mouth, his weight a sweet burden on his waist and hips and thighs and-
Arthur wasn't even going to think about what was going on between his legs right now. He would, however, admit to being sorely tested when Kiku shifted his weight and moved just so-
And maybe he was just hallucinating that Kiku's teeth were gently scrapping the side of his neck, and there really weren't any deceptively long and sly fingers snaking down his chest, moving across his stomach and doing with feathery light touches what he would never admit in a lifetime to enjoying. There was no red tongue flashing, silvery hot and wet on his neck and shoulders, no white teeth tasting his earlobes, no surprisingly strong hands grasping him by the wrists and the back of his neck and mouth and legs parting for him and pushing and moaning and groaning as Arthur fell further and further-
When Arthur finally woke from what felt like an endless spiral into ecstasy, he found Kiku curled up next to him, eyes sweetly closed, the rest of him modestly wrapped in a cocoon of blankets. Arthur stared blankly at the sleeping man, his thoughts running wild as he wrestled with which was reality.
He was about to reach an epiphany of some sort when the blankets suddenly opened up and he was pulled, not unwillingly, back into the warm darkness which promised to give him an answer to his current dilemma.
Arthur wasn't even going to think about what was going on between his legs right now. He would, however, admit to being sorely tested when Kiku shifted his weight and moved just so-
And maybe he was just hallucinating that Kiku's teeth were gently scrapping the side of his neck, and there really weren't any deceptively long and sly fingers snaking down his chest, moving across his stomach and doing with feathery light touches what he would never admit in a lifetime to enjoying. There was no red tongue flashing, silvery hot and wet on his neck and shoulders, no white teeth tasting his earlobes, no surprisingly strong hands grasping him by the wrists and the back of his neck and mouth and legs parting for him and pushing and moaning and groaning as Arthur fell further and further-
When Arthur finally woke from what felt like an endless spiral into ecstasy, he found Kiku curled up next to him, eyes sweetly closed, the rest of him modestly wrapped in a cocoon of blankets. Arthur stared blankly at the sleeping man, his thoughts running wild as he wrestled with which was reality.
He was about to reach an epiphany of some sort when the blankets suddenly opened up and he was pulled, not unwillingly, back into the warm darkness which promised to give him an answer to his current dilemma.