[FIC] - So Simple - Tora/Hiroto - PG-13 - Oneshot
Title: So Simple
Author: unna_rainchaser
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Crack?
Pairings: Tora/Hiroto
Disclaimer: Not mine, no harm intended.
Comments: Somewhat just another scene. Inspired by tingedwords.
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Tora watched Hiroto from the corner of his eye. That young man couldn't sit still today, not a minute, there was something going on and he'd love to know what since those curious eyes were roaming his body every now and then. Did he put his shirt on the wrong way?
As the constant shuffling of Hiroto's feet on the studio floor turned unbearable (he needed to concentrate for fucks sake!) he swiftly turned around on his chair and faced the younger who was wringing his notebook in his hands.
"Seriously, Pon, what is it, just tell me!" Tora huffed, his brows creasing.
"The truth?" Asked the younger back, gnawing on his bottom lip as he failed hard at sitting still.
"Why, yes, of course." He threw his pencil back on the littered table in exasperation.
Hiroto hesitated. He opened his mouth, closed it, bit his bottom lip, and tried again. "Your cock and my mouth would look so good together, don't you think?"
Tora gaped, shook his head, he must have misheard. "Excuse me?"
Hiroto pointed at the elder. "Your cock," then at his lips he quickly moistened with the tip of his tongue before he continued, "and my mouth. Can't get it out of my head."
Mental images blurred Tora's view, shooing every thought about work from his mind.
"So, what do you say?" He kept shuffling in his seat, his eyes dropping to Tora's crotch for a second.
Oh, the answer was easy.
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See, that's what happens when I get up at 4AM.
Author: unna_rainchaser
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Crack?
Pairings: Tora/Hiroto
Disclaimer: Not mine, no harm intended.
Comments: Somewhat just another scene. Inspired by tingedwords.
Rainchaser's Archive
______________________________
Tora watched Hiroto from the corner of his eye. That young man couldn't sit still today, not a minute, there was something going on and he'd love to know what since those curious eyes were roaming his body every now and then. Did he put his shirt on the wrong way?
As the constant shuffling of Hiroto's feet on the studio floor turned unbearable (he needed to concentrate for fucks sake!) he swiftly turned around on his chair and faced the younger who was wringing his notebook in his hands.
"Seriously, Pon, what is it, just tell me!" Tora huffed, his brows creasing.
"The truth?" Asked the younger back, gnawing on his bottom lip as he failed hard at sitting still.
"Why, yes, of course." He threw his pencil back on the littered table in exasperation.
Hiroto hesitated. He opened his mouth, closed it, bit his bottom lip, and tried again. "Your cock and my mouth would look so good together, don't you think?"
Tora gaped, shook his head, he must have misheard. "Excuse me?"
Hiroto pointed at the elder. "Your cock," then at his lips he quickly moistened with the tip of his tongue before he continued, "and my mouth. Can't get it out of my head."
Mental images blurred Tora's view, shooing every thought about work from his mind.
"So, what do you say?" He kept shuffling in his seat, his eyes dropping to Tora's crotch for a second.
Oh, the answer was easy.
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See, that's what happens when I get up at 4AM.