Blame the Alcohol- 262 words, nothing really happens, Isumi/Hikaru/Waya wickednotevilMay 5 2011, 21:26:53 UTC
Isumi wonders how it’s got to this and then remembers Waya brought alcohol
Isumi can’t blame Shindou- much as he’d really really like to right now- because Shindou is writhing on his lap in a way that’s making Isumi deeply hot under the collar, and while Isumi is not the most experienced person in such matters he knows you can’t blame the willing, attractive young thing unwittingly arousing you. Especially when he’s blind drunk. Waya, however, he can blame. “This is your fault!” Isumi hissed. Waya blinked at him innocently. Isumi snorted, no-one who knew Waya even a little would ever believe that look. “But, Isumi-san~” Waya said. “Look at him; he’s all hot and bothered. Touya doesn’t take very good care of him.” “That’s not the point!” Isumi yelled. He regretted raising his voice immediately as it got Shindou’s attention, and he squirmed his way even closer and began nuzzling his neck, making an enquiring noise in the back of his throat. “He’s drunk! Where did you even get that much alcohol from?” “Isumi?” Shindou licked a line up his neck and smiled when a quiver he couldn’t hide ran up his spine. “Isumi, are we going to kiss now?” “Yeah, Isumi-san, you shouldn’t keep him waiting.” “…he wouldn’t be like this is you’d just stop touching him!” Isumi tried to admonish Waya as quietly as possible. Waya just grinned at him impishly and stroked Shindou again through his trousers. Isumi let his head fall back against the couch. Shindou wriggled happily in his arms and took immediate advantage of the new skin on display. ‘My life,’ Isumi moaned. ‘How is this my life?’
Isumi can’t blame Shindou- much as he’d really really like to right now- because Shindou is writhing on his lap in a way that’s making Isumi deeply hot under the collar, and while Isumi is not the most experienced person in such matters he knows you can’t blame the willing, attractive young thing unwittingly arousing you.
Especially when he’s blind drunk.
Waya, however, he can blame.
“This is your fault!” Isumi hissed.
Waya blinked at him innocently. Isumi snorted, no-one who knew Waya even a little would ever believe that look.
“But, Isumi-san~” Waya said. “Look at him; he’s all hot and bothered. Touya doesn’t take very good care of him.”
“That’s not the point!” Isumi yelled.
He regretted raising his voice immediately as it got Shindou’s attention, and he squirmed his way even closer and began nuzzling his neck, making an enquiring noise in the back of his throat.
“He’s drunk! Where did you even get that much alcohol from?”
“Isumi?” Shindou licked a line up his neck and smiled when a quiver he couldn’t hide ran up his spine. “Isumi, are we going to kiss now?”
“Yeah, Isumi-san, you shouldn’t keep him waiting.”
“…he wouldn’t be like this is you’d just stop touching him!” Isumi tried to admonish Waya as quietly as possible.
Waya just grinned at him impishly and stroked Shindou again through his trousers.
Isumi let his head fall back against the couch. Shindou wriggled happily in his arms and took immediate advantage of the new skin on display.
‘My life,’ Isumi moaned. ‘How is this my life?’
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