[Event] Shishido's Birthday Party - 2nd edition
It's that time of the year again, guys.
Grab your rainbow-colored party-hat, don your finest silver garment and join us for a week full of celebrating the most awesome senpai ever.
( Please form an orderly line and get your invitations behind the cut! )
Grab your rainbow-colored party-hat, don your finest silver garment and join us for a week full of celebrating the most awesome senpai ever.
( Please form an orderly line and get your invitations behind the cut! )
Ohtori exhaled and shifted slightly, trying to ease the strain in his back. The floor wasn’t his first choice of places to lie, but it was (marginally) cooler than anywhere else, and even that slight difference mattered right now. The soft murmur of the emergency radio Shishido was listening to floated out of the kitchen, but Ohtori didn’t even try to make out what it was saying. It was too damn hot to care.
He closed his eyes and tried to relax, to ignore the slight ache in his lower back and the uncomfortable sweaty stickiness he felt covered in. All the windows were open, trying to coax in a breeze, but the storm that had torn through earlier, knocking out their power, had left the air feeling more dense and humid than before, and this time they were without the aid of an air conditioner to mitigate it.
In the stillness, he could hear Shishido clattering around in the kitchen, and a part of him marveled that Shishido could find the energy for anything in this heat. A few seconds later the radio shut off, and Ohtori could feel the vibrations of Shishido walking towards him. He blinked his eyes open and tilted his neck back, meeting Shishido’s amused gaze above him.
“Hey,” Shishido said, lips quirking. “The radio said another storm’s coming. The power probably won’t come on until that’s over, at least.”
“Really?” Ohtori said, unable to keep the hint of a whine out of his tone. Shishido smirked.
“Yeah. Try not to melt before then, huh?”
“No promises,” Ohtori said, closing his eyes. He felt Shishido sit down next to him. His partner set something down on the floor with a metallic clink, then droplets of icy wetness were hitting his exposed chest. The temperature shock was so great Ohtori couldn’t stifle a small yelp as he shot upright, head whipping around to meet Shishido’s gaze.
“What was that?”
Shishido dipped his hand into a bowl sitting next to him on the floor, fishing something out and waving it at Ohtori. “Ice water. From the ice cubes that were melting in our freezer.” He popped the cube into his mouth and crunched happily.
“And you thought throwing the water on me was a good idea why?”
“Well, I didn’t want you to melt,” Shishido said. “Didn’t it feel good?” He swallowed and fished another cube out of the bowl, this time offering it to Ohtori. Ohtori shook his head, and Shishido shrugged and took it himself.
“Yeah…” Ohtori said.
“So what’s the problem?”
“No problem,” Ohtori said. “You just startled me, is all.”
“Hnh,” Shishido said, eyeing Ohtori speculatively. “So you wouldn’t mind if I did this, then?” He lunged forward, dumping a palmful of water on Ohtori’s head. Ohtori couldn’t stop the gasp or the full-body shiver as the water trickled down his head and across his neck, slowly warming from contact with his body. It did feel good, though he eyed the pools of water on the floor ruefully.
“You’re cleaning that up, you know,” he said, giving his head a shake. Shishido didn’t respond, and Ohtori glanced up. Shishido was watching a droplet make its way down his neck with an intensity Ohtori was very familiar with.
“Oh, no,” he said, as firmly as possible. “It is way too hot for that.”
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“Yes,” Ohtori said. “It’s too hot to do anything but just lay here.”
Shishido quirked a smile at him. “If you say so.”
“I do.” Ohtori watched Shishido warily, but Shishido made no move to come closer, and eventually Ohtori relaxed enough to lie back down and shut his eyes. The only sounds were the far-off grumble of thunder and the occasional crunch as Shishido worked his way through the bowl of ice cubes. Shishido certainly seemed to be enjoying himself, and the bowl, placed by Ohtori’s head, gave off a subtle draft of coolness that felt amazing. Without opening his eyes, he asked,
“Can I have one?”
Shishido hummed agreement, and soon there was a light tap of something cold and wet against Ohtori’s lower lip. He opened his mouth and Shishido let the ice cube slip in, his cold fingers tracing a damp path over Ohtori’s lips and down his chin and neck, resting on the jut of his collarbone. Ohtori instinctively moved into Shishido’s touch, and Shishido chuckled.
“You sure it’s still too hot for this?” His fingers brushed against Ohtori’s shoulder, and a cold, wet tongue brushed against his nipple.
“Sh-Shishido-san!” Ohtori gasped, arching into him. Shishido kissed him, tongue brushing gently against his, and Ohtori swallowed hard around the ice cube still melting in his mouth before returning the kiss. It was a strange sensation, this cold kissing, but it lit a fire low in his belly, and Ohtori chased the coolness of Shishido’s mouth until it warmed against his. Shishido pulled away slightly, dropping kisses against Ohtori’s chin, cheek, ear, only to return a moment later, an ice cube in hand and another tucked between his cheek and teeth. He trailed the one in his hand gently down the line of Ohtori’s sternum, causing Ohtori to squirm, before following the path with his tongue.
“Oh, fuck,” Ohtori gasped, head banging against the floor as Shishido blew a cool stream of air against the damp path he’d made down Ohtori’s chest. Goosebumps sprang up under Shishido’s searching hands, and Ohtori reached out, fingers threading through Shishido’s hair. Shishido looked up.
“Hey,” he said, still tracing gentle patterns with the rapidly melting ice cube on Ohtori’s lower chest, leaving trails of tingling coolness in its wake.
“Hey,” Ohtori said, tugging gently on Shishido’s hair. “C’mere.”
“Hmm, in a minute,” Shishido said, smirking, before allowing his hand to dip lower and lower until…
“Ah!” Ohtori’s hips thrust up involuntarily into the cold grip of Shishido’s hand. The cold was intense, almost too much, but then Shishido swooped down, mouth chasing the path of his hand, and Ohtori’s back arched. Despite his earlier protestations, the heat of Shishido’s mouth was perfectly welcome now, the dual sensations twisting across his nerve endings. Shishido pulled off, blowing more cool air on him, before swallowing him down, and Ohtori’s fingers clenched in Shishido’s hair. He was even warmer than before, sweat pooling underneath him and causing his shoulders to slide against the floor when he arched into Shishido’s mouth, but at this point, he couldn’t care less.
“Ah, please, please,” Ohtori gasped, and Shishido groaned, pulling off for a second but still working Ohtori with his hand.
“Yeah, Choutarou, come on,” he said, voice raspy with arousal.
A wicked twist of Shishido’s wrist and a few well-applied strokes of his tongue later, Ohtori was spilling into Shishido’s mouth, biting hard on his lip to keep the scream that would let all their neighbors know what was happening in. Shishido pulled away, pillowing his head against Ohtori’s thigh, and for a long moment there was silence except for their panting breaths.
“Wow,” Ohtori said. “That was…”
“Awesome? Amazing? Incredible?”
“Hot. I’m stickier than I was before.”
Shishido snorted. “I didn’t hear you complaining earlier.”
Ohtori laughed. “Yeah, well, I was distracted.” He uncurled his fingers from Shishido’s hair and began stroking through it, grinning when Shishido almost began purring, arching into the caress.
“Did you want-”
“Nah,” Shishido said, flapping a hand at him. “It’s too hot right now.”
“Is it?”
“Yup. Plus, we’re out of ice cubes.”
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Really liked this one, thanks so much for sharing!
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this was hotness and hilarious and hotness. also, hot. did I mention that?
thank you!
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