#34 Theme 25: Just One More Kiss - Buck-Tick; Tora/Hiroto
Title: Reason to Buy a New House #08
Author: beyondtheremix
Theme: 025 Just One More Kiss (Buck-Tick)
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Tora/Hiroto/Tora
Band[s]: Alice Nine
Disclaimer: smut, fluff
Comments: Hahaha… a bit belated but…
Previous Reasons: [1] [2] [3] [4] [5] [6] [7]
Reason to Buy a New House #08
Visiting the doctor's was about as easy as waiting in line.
Tora fidgeted in his seat for a good two or three hours, Hiroto sleeping lightly on his shoulder, before they were called in. It wasn't so bad after that, a twenty minute inspection full of tsking and tongue clicking, too much lacerated skin and flinching. There was a small kiss when no one was looking. And finally, a written prescription for heavy anti-scarring cream.
Switching the car into reverse, Tora backed them out of the drug store parking lot and into the street. Filling the prescription had taken longer than he’d expected. They wound up wandering through aisles for half an hour, inspecting packages and trying on sunglasses, ultimately leaving with only the ointment and two bottled drinks (though they’d stood and stared at donuts for a good ten minutes).
It was useless to try and bite back the worry bubbling guilt in his stomach now. Hiroto was back to dozing in the passenger seat and Tora was back to remembering how he'd selfishly taken the car that morning, knowing full well the other would probably have to stand all through the train ride to practice. Remembering how he’d angrily brushed past Hiroto the night before. How he hadn’t even bothered to check in on him before he left. Twisting the steering wheel, Tora silently berated himself for everything he’d done wrong, knowing it wouldn't help but feeling so helpless. Hiroto’s eyes were still swollen, small bandages still wrapped around his fingers.
Regret tugged his heart low, but those thoughts were swept to the side when, not minutes later, Tora found himself pulling up next to a suspiciously familiar car. Parking and shaking Hiroto awake, he grabbed the ointment and drinks and stepped out onto their driveway.
“What do you want?”
The arched brow spoke volumes, but Aki chose to ignore it.
“Are you and Pon okay?”
After all, persistence was a virtue.
“Fine, no thanks to you,” Tora scoffed, popping open the passenger door and coaxing the other out.
“I’m not with him nor do I want to be.”
Concern and relief flooded through Aki when Hiroto finally stumbled out, happy to see they hadn’t broken up. But at the same time, the exhausted look on the younger’s face didn’t suit him.
“What happened?”
Sighing (he knew the other wouldn’t leave until he got his answers), Tora beckoned him in, unlocking the front door for three pairs of feet to shuffle in and toe three sets of shoes off. Hiroto curled up on the couch while Tora guided Aki in the opposite direction.
“That happened,” he pointed. In the kitchen the boarded up window left no room for light. The curtained glass set into the backdoor was the only source of yellow sun, illuminating just enough for Aki to tell something wasn’t quite right. “I broke the window last night trying to get in after Hiroto locked me out.”
At the confused look Tora held up a hand and continued. “I'm not saying this is entirely your fault, my fault or Hiroto's fault. It doesn't matter, what matters is that it happened. I know you mean well, with all your strange gifts and stupid ideas, but just…”
Aki’s eyes stung at the word stupid, an irrational hurt that was just him trying to be a good friend and help them out.
“Aki,” Tora bumped his chin up. “We know you mean well, we do. And we appreciate it.”
He didn’t have the heart to say more than that. No ‘mind your own business’ or ‘work on your own sex life,’ hurtful things he’d all but blurted that morning.
“Just give us a little time. What happened yesterday- It just- When I get drunk... I lose my self-control. Pon forgets how to say no and I can’t hear it either way... ” He paused to squeeze Aki’s shoulder reassuringly. “See how it could be a bad thing?”
With a defeated sigh, Aki nodded, giving Tora a wry, thin-lipped smile through the guilt now coursing its way through his veins.
“I do mean well, I do.”
“We know.”
“I guess... I guess the tiger and squirrel just can’t be trusted to handle themselves,” Aki sighed, the regretful look quickly turning into a lighthearted jab in the ribs. Grinning back, Tora promptly shoved Aki into the counter. He meant well and deep down they all knew that. Deep down Aki cared more than he wanted to admit.
Giving the smirking bassist one last glance, Tora went searching for the tape measure.
“Since you’re here, you might as well be useful and watch Pon while I fix the window.” Flicking on the overhead light, he pulled out paper and pen. “He needs to apply his ointment two times a day, preferably after he’s bathed and no molesting while he does it.” Scribbling down the window measurements, Tora dropped Hiroto’s prescription onto the table with a pointed look, behave, before exiting to the colorfully painted living room.
“I’ll be back in a half an hour to fix the window,” he pressed a kiss to Hiroto’s forehead, keys jingling in his hand. “Call me for anything. Aki’s here too… if you need his help.” At Tora’s mention, the other man appeared.
“Sorry about these past few days, Pon… but I promise to make it up to you.” His wink had the older man wanting to cringe and change his mind.
“Just take a bath and use your medicine, okay?” Tora pleaded when he noticed something cross Hiroto’s usually sweet features.
“One more kiss?” was his only reply.
---
An hour later and Tora was grinding his teeth on the other end of the phone line.
Muffling another giggle and slapping Aki’s side for about the tenth time that evening, Hiroto tried again.
“Y-Yes, Tora?”
“What are you two doing?” he growled. “Did you take a bath yet?”
“Yes, and I EVEN used the meh-EHDICINE like you told me- AKI!”
Trying not to glare at the cashier, Tora shoved his signed receipt forward and followed one of the floor managers out the door, new pane of glass in tow. He took a deep breath and counted to ten.
“I thought you said you weren’t on speaking terms with him this morning.”
“Well I didn’t mean it,” Hiroto replied, hardly managing to cover his squawk on the receiver when Aki’s foot slid under his behind. “Besides, he is my friend and he means well. I’m pretty sure he wasn’t forcing me to eat or drink anything the other day so I have no reason to be angry at him.”
Another squeal and the sound of something noisy clattering to the floor.
“Right.”
Yanking open the car door, Tora buckled in and screeched onto the main road, swearing when he hit rush hour traffic.
“Okay, well I just called to make sure you were okay and the house wasn’t on fire and I’m going to be a little late. That’s all.” He was trying not to let his possessive streak get the best of him. He’d already forced Hiroto to suffer through his pride not even a day ago; he wasn’t going to let his jealousy ruin everything anew.
“I love you, Tora.”
Oddly, that made him smile. Not really oddly, but it was funny how a few soft spoken words could drown out his hot raging mood so fast.
“I love you, too.”
“Come back and fix the window soon,” Hiroto replied, ending with a snicker. “I think the mosquitoes like Aki’s chin.”
---
Tora was relieved to find both Hiroto and Aki safely and appropriately sitting on the living room couch when he got home, TV blaring in the background, hair soft and fresh smelling when he bent down for his welcome home kiss.
“You should eat something,” he mumbled, receiving a hum against his lips, before Hiroto merely shrugged and turned away.
“Aki,” he gestured with his head. “Help me bring my stuff in?”
By the time they’d hauled all the necessary supplies into the kitchen it was dark out. But Tora was determined to get this done in one day so, handing Aki a flashlight and turning on all the adjacent lights, he began hammering away at the wooden boards, carefully extracting the last broken fragments of window glass and breaking off the molding. It wasn’t until late into the night, early into the next morning Aki left, new window nailed and sealed in place, kitchen cleaned of dust and wood fragments.
“Time for bed,” Hiroto groaned, tugging at Tora’s arm when the other made to give his neat handiwork another once over. Smelling like sweet, newly applied ointment, Hiroto tumbled into bed, dragging the other man with him and fumbling in the dark for the covers.
“Oyasumi.”
---
Morning was sweet pecks on the lips, soft sheets and cool metal.
Grunting and stretching, Tora found… his arms already stretched out for him. What the…
“Morning,” Hiroto grinned, hips draped over the other’s waist and hands sliding up and down a rippling chest. Eyes widening, Tora looked up and, just as he’d expected, found his wrists cuffed in velvet-lined manacles; locked metal installed a good distance apart just above the railing of their headboard.
“You wouldn’t,” Tora hissed through a clenched jaw.
A minty tongue slipped past Hiroto's smile to swipe at a pierced bottom lip. “But we’ve done it before.”
“You wouldn’t.”
Tora whimpered this time, a bit more high-pitched and sleep gravely as calloused fingers slid up his propped back, the barest of touches that gave him goose bumps when Hiroto’s hands slid downwards, hovering just above the small of his back.
“Tie you up and fuck you so you know what it feels like… or just leave you there so you can’t molest me.”
Hiroto’s threat rang loud in his ears as lips were pressed to his, tongue deep and roving, slow searching and steady persuading until it was less of a threat and more of a request.
“Please?”
Wet and heat that slid low on his chest, swirling and lower, lower.
He was always so reluctant, too many ‘no’s and not enough fucking.
Exhaling through his mouth, Tora finally gave the barest of nods, lifting his hips for Hiroto to slide his boxers down, knees parting, eyes watching. He couldn’t say no, not to Pon, not today. Especially not like this with angry red lines littering what now seemed like everywhere, blue swollen bruises on a curved hipbone and angled shoulder where pliant body had hit edgy kitchen surface. Plus Tora was pretty sure he’d rather be fucked than simply left there.
Fingers touched and tugged and the bedside table was opened, wooden drawer sliding back for a foil packet and plastic tube. Hiroto rubbed Tora’s sides soothingly, settling between spread thighs and kissing a bent knee. His movements were slow, patient and learned. Littering touches and fleeting licks. He knew what was too much, what would hurt and what felt deathly good. And he didn’t want it to hurt.
Tora shifted without complaint, moving where Hiroto wanted him, legs looking far too board with the younger man kneeling between them. He could barely move, only watch, while his arms slowly started to numb above him.
Leaning on a propped leg, Hiroto slowly pushed and prepped, soft half-smile that was just as persuasive as the fingers on Tora’s arousal, in him pressing against just the right spot. Squirming on the sheets the other waited, breaths coming in twice as hard as he watched the younger’s eye’s darken, small frame leaning forward for one last kiss, demanding, tongues stroking faster, faster, more.
“Ready?”
A nod.
Hiroto was rough and gentle all at once, moving how he knew would feel good. He rarely got the chance and Tora had almost forgotten the way Hiroto fucked. He didn’t just fuck to show Tora what it felt like to be thoroughly fucked, he wanted to move and show him what he felt. The ache and want, loss of control and burning hot, hot, hot. Back and forth, back and forth, every second, every minute.
Sweat slid from his brow and he fell forward onto his hands and knees, lips desperately search-suck-tasting before he started fucking up, hips curving and making Tora’s whole lower body buck towards the ceiling.
Shit.
It was hot and sticky, surprising and good. Arms clenching against the unmoving hold of his manacles, Tora rode down into the thrusts, wishing his hands could feel and touch. Hiroto looked so thin and lithe, lean muscle and ribs to skin, but he could move and excite, surprise. His shorter limbs and curved frame only meant Hiroto could oh so easily lean down and fuck yes.
Lips brushed and wrapped around the head of Tora’s cock, one hand keeping him steady as Hiroto rocked, bent almost awkwardly in on himself, sucking.
Slipping sliding pressure, heavy heat until they were both coming apart on the sheets.
“Fuck.”
Hiroto’s breath left in a strained gasp, crushing hips to hips, one last time before he collapsed
One… two… he counted the seconds, swore before the minute.
“Pon. Please.” Tora’s voice was ragged, early morning exertion making his lungs breathe faster and heart work harder than it would have at night. It wasn’t a proper question or a real request, his brain was still too foggy for that, all sudden circumstance and feel, feel, feel, but Hiroto understood.
Hissing as his wrists were unlocked and the other slid out from between his legs, Tora wrapped his arms around the tiny waist and tugged him close. There was loud panting silence, limbs cooling and pleasant tingling and that fact that Hiroto really had gotten Aki to help him install manacles in their bedroom. Tora vaguely wondered when he was supposed to start feeling stiff (because right now he just felt boneless) and when he’d get his once chance to use the manacles, but his phone buzzing to life distracted his thoughts.
Groaning, Tora flopped an arm over Hiroto’s head to grab his mobile off the bedside table, yanking the charger out of the wall, and answering it without pause.
“Is everything okay? Hiroto’s not sick or anything is he?”
Oops.
Looking at the time Tora grimaced. They were going to be more than a little late for practice.
“Um… well he just woke up so he’s going to have to shower and put on his scarring cream... and… yeah…”
Luckily Hiroto saved him from more stumbling excuses by snatching the phone out of his hands.
“Nao?… Yeah I’m okay… Can I have one more day?… There’s a lot… Okay… I will… I will… Okay. Thanks… Uh-huh… Bye.”
Snorting, Hiroto hung up and gingerly settled back onto Tora’s chest.
“Are you awake yet tiger?”
“No.”
“Good, we have the whole day.”
The smaller man heaved a content sigh and tugged the covers back over them.
“You do need to shower and put on your ointment you know.”
“Make me.”
A/N:
Surprise? D: lol I don’t think anyone was waiting for this but I finally got motivated to write it down! It was soft and serious and... yeah
Ummm UMM I HAVE NO PROMPT?!?! Is that a prompt TAT?! It’s been so long… and shiiit I wrote this instead of my essayssss *cry*
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Author: beyondtheremix
Theme: 025 Just One More Kiss (Buck-Tick)
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Tora/Hiroto/Tora
Band[s]: Alice Nine
Disclaimer: smut, fluff
Comments: Hahaha… a bit belated but…
Previous Reasons: [1] [2] [3] [4] [5] [6] [7]
Reason to Buy a New House #08
Visiting the doctor's was about as easy as waiting in line.
Tora fidgeted in his seat for a good two or three hours, Hiroto sleeping lightly on his shoulder, before they were called in. It wasn't so bad after that, a twenty minute inspection full of tsking and tongue clicking, too much lacerated skin and flinching. There was a small kiss when no one was looking. And finally, a written prescription for heavy anti-scarring cream.
Switching the car into reverse, Tora backed them out of the drug store parking lot and into the street. Filling the prescription had taken longer than he’d expected. They wound up wandering through aisles for half an hour, inspecting packages and trying on sunglasses, ultimately leaving with only the ointment and two bottled drinks (though they’d stood and stared at donuts for a good ten minutes).
It was useless to try and bite back the worry bubbling guilt in his stomach now. Hiroto was back to dozing in the passenger seat and Tora was back to remembering how he'd selfishly taken the car that morning, knowing full well the other would probably have to stand all through the train ride to practice. Remembering how he’d angrily brushed past Hiroto the night before. How he hadn’t even bothered to check in on him before he left. Twisting the steering wheel, Tora silently berated himself for everything he’d done wrong, knowing it wouldn't help but feeling so helpless. Hiroto’s eyes were still swollen, small bandages still wrapped around his fingers.
Regret tugged his heart low, but those thoughts were swept to the side when, not minutes later, Tora found himself pulling up next to a suspiciously familiar car. Parking and shaking Hiroto awake, he grabbed the ointment and drinks and stepped out onto their driveway.
“What do you want?”
The arched brow spoke volumes, but Aki chose to ignore it.
“Are you and Pon okay?”
After all, persistence was a virtue.
“Fine, no thanks to you,” Tora scoffed, popping open the passenger door and coaxing the other out.
“I’m not with him nor do I want to be.”
Concern and relief flooded through Aki when Hiroto finally stumbled out, happy to see they hadn’t broken up. But at the same time, the exhausted look on the younger’s face didn’t suit him.
“What happened?”
Sighing (he knew the other wouldn’t leave until he got his answers), Tora beckoned him in, unlocking the front door for three pairs of feet to shuffle in and toe three sets of shoes off. Hiroto curled up on the couch while Tora guided Aki in the opposite direction.
“That happened,” he pointed. In the kitchen the boarded up window left no room for light. The curtained glass set into the backdoor was the only source of yellow sun, illuminating just enough for Aki to tell something wasn’t quite right. “I broke the window last night trying to get in after Hiroto locked me out.”
At the confused look Tora held up a hand and continued. “I'm not saying this is entirely your fault, my fault or Hiroto's fault. It doesn't matter, what matters is that it happened. I know you mean well, with all your strange gifts and stupid ideas, but just…”
Aki’s eyes stung at the word stupid, an irrational hurt that was just him trying to be a good friend and help them out.
“Aki,” Tora bumped his chin up. “We know you mean well, we do. And we appreciate it.”
He didn’t have the heart to say more than that. No ‘mind your own business’ or ‘work on your own sex life,’ hurtful things he’d all but blurted that morning.
“Just give us a little time. What happened yesterday- It just- When I get drunk... I lose my self-control. Pon forgets how to say no and I can’t hear it either way... ” He paused to squeeze Aki’s shoulder reassuringly. “See how it could be a bad thing?”
With a defeated sigh, Aki nodded, giving Tora a wry, thin-lipped smile through the guilt now coursing its way through his veins.
“I do mean well, I do.”
“We know.”
“I guess... I guess the tiger and squirrel just can’t be trusted to handle themselves,” Aki sighed, the regretful look quickly turning into a lighthearted jab in the ribs. Grinning back, Tora promptly shoved Aki into the counter. He meant well and deep down they all knew that. Deep down Aki cared more than he wanted to admit.
Giving the smirking bassist one last glance, Tora went searching for the tape measure.
“Since you’re here, you might as well be useful and watch Pon while I fix the window.” Flicking on the overhead light, he pulled out paper and pen. “He needs to apply his ointment two times a day, preferably after he’s bathed and no molesting while he does it.” Scribbling down the window measurements, Tora dropped Hiroto’s prescription onto the table with a pointed look, behave, before exiting to the colorfully painted living room.
“I’ll be back in a half an hour to fix the window,” he pressed a kiss to Hiroto’s forehead, keys jingling in his hand. “Call me for anything. Aki’s here too… if you need his help.” At Tora’s mention, the other man appeared.
“Sorry about these past few days, Pon… but I promise to make it up to you.” His wink had the older man wanting to cringe and change his mind.
“Just take a bath and use your medicine, okay?” Tora pleaded when he noticed something cross Hiroto’s usually sweet features.
“One more kiss?” was his only reply.
---
An hour later and Tora was grinding his teeth on the other end of the phone line.
Muffling another giggle and slapping Aki’s side for about the tenth time that evening, Hiroto tried again.
“Y-Yes, Tora?”
“What are you two doing?” he growled. “Did you take a bath yet?”
“Yes, and I EVEN used the meh-EHDICINE like you told me- AKI!”
Trying not to glare at the cashier, Tora shoved his signed receipt forward and followed one of the floor managers out the door, new pane of glass in tow. He took a deep breath and counted to ten.
“I thought you said you weren’t on speaking terms with him this morning.”
“Well I didn’t mean it,” Hiroto replied, hardly managing to cover his squawk on the receiver when Aki’s foot slid under his behind. “Besides, he is my friend and he means well. I’m pretty sure he wasn’t forcing me to eat or drink anything the other day so I have no reason to be angry at him.”
Another squeal and the sound of something noisy clattering to the floor.
“Right.”
Yanking open the car door, Tora buckled in and screeched onto the main road, swearing when he hit rush hour traffic.
“Okay, well I just called to make sure you were okay and the house wasn’t on fire and I’m going to be a little late. That’s all.” He was trying not to let his possessive streak get the best of him. He’d already forced Hiroto to suffer through his pride not even a day ago; he wasn’t going to let his jealousy ruin everything anew.
“I love you, Tora.”
Oddly, that made him smile. Not really oddly, but it was funny how a few soft spoken words could drown out his hot raging mood so fast.
“I love you, too.”
“Come back and fix the window soon,” Hiroto replied, ending with a snicker. “I think the mosquitoes like Aki’s chin.”
---
Tora was relieved to find both Hiroto and Aki safely and appropriately sitting on the living room couch when he got home, TV blaring in the background, hair soft and fresh smelling when he bent down for his welcome home kiss.
“You should eat something,” he mumbled, receiving a hum against his lips, before Hiroto merely shrugged and turned away.
“Aki,” he gestured with his head. “Help me bring my stuff in?”
By the time they’d hauled all the necessary supplies into the kitchen it was dark out. But Tora was determined to get this done in one day so, handing Aki a flashlight and turning on all the adjacent lights, he began hammering away at the wooden boards, carefully extracting the last broken fragments of window glass and breaking off the molding. It wasn’t until late into the night, early into the next morning Aki left, new window nailed and sealed in place, kitchen cleaned of dust and wood fragments.
“Time for bed,” Hiroto groaned, tugging at Tora’s arm when the other made to give his neat handiwork another once over. Smelling like sweet, newly applied ointment, Hiroto tumbled into bed, dragging the other man with him and fumbling in the dark for the covers.
“Oyasumi.”
---
Morning was sweet pecks on the lips, soft sheets and cool metal.
Grunting and stretching, Tora found… his arms already stretched out for him. What the…
“Morning,” Hiroto grinned, hips draped over the other’s waist and hands sliding up and down a rippling chest. Eyes widening, Tora looked up and, just as he’d expected, found his wrists cuffed in velvet-lined manacles; locked metal installed a good distance apart just above the railing of their headboard.
“You wouldn’t,” Tora hissed through a clenched jaw.
A minty tongue slipped past Hiroto's smile to swipe at a pierced bottom lip. “But we’ve done it before.”
“You wouldn’t.”
Tora whimpered this time, a bit more high-pitched and sleep gravely as calloused fingers slid up his propped back, the barest of touches that gave him goose bumps when Hiroto’s hands slid downwards, hovering just above the small of his back.
“Tie you up and fuck you so you know what it feels like… or just leave you there so you can’t molest me.”
Hiroto’s threat rang loud in his ears as lips were pressed to his, tongue deep and roving, slow searching and steady persuading until it was less of a threat and more of a request.
“Please?”
Wet and heat that slid low on his chest, swirling and lower, lower.
He was always so reluctant, too many ‘no’s and not enough fucking.
Exhaling through his mouth, Tora finally gave the barest of nods, lifting his hips for Hiroto to slide his boxers down, knees parting, eyes watching. He couldn’t say no, not to Pon, not today. Especially not like this with angry red lines littering what now seemed like everywhere, blue swollen bruises on a curved hipbone and angled shoulder where pliant body had hit edgy kitchen surface. Plus Tora was pretty sure he’d rather be fucked than simply left there.
Fingers touched and tugged and the bedside table was opened, wooden drawer sliding back for a foil packet and plastic tube. Hiroto rubbed Tora’s sides soothingly, settling between spread thighs and kissing a bent knee. His movements were slow, patient and learned. Littering touches and fleeting licks. He knew what was too much, what would hurt and what felt deathly good. And he didn’t want it to hurt.
Tora shifted without complaint, moving where Hiroto wanted him, legs looking far too board with the younger man kneeling between them. He could barely move, only watch, while his arms slowly started to numb above him.
Leaning on a propped leg, Hiroto slowly pushed and prepped, soft half-smile that was just as persuasive as the fingers on Tora’s arousal, in him pressing against just the right spot. Squirming on the sheets the other waited, breaths coming in twice as hard as he watched the younger’s eye’s darken, small frame leaning forward for one last kiss, demanding, tongues stroking faster, faster, more.
“Ready?”
A nod.
Hiroto was rough and gentle all at once, moving how he knew would feel good. He rarely got the chance and Tora had almost forgotten the way Hiroto fucked. He didn’t just fuck to show Tora what it felt like to be thoroughly fucked, he wanted to move and show him what he felt. The ache and want, loss of control and burning hot, hot, hot. Back and forth, back and forth, every second, every minute.
Sweat slid from his brow and he fell forward onto his hands and knees, lips desperately search-suck-tasting before he started fucking up, hips curving and making Tora’s whole lower body buck towards the ceiling.
Shit.
It was hot and sticky, surprising and good. Arms clenching against the unmoving hold of his manacles, Tora rode down into the thrusts, wishing his hands could feel and touch. Hiroto looked so thin and lithe, lean muscle and ribs to skin, but he could move and excite, surprise. His shorter limbs and curved frame only meant Hiroto could oh so easily lean down and fuck yes.
Lips brushed and wrapped around the head of Tora’s cock, one hand keeping him steady as Hiroto rocked, bent almost awkwardly in on himself, sucking.
Slipping sliding pressure, heavy heat until they were both coming apart on the sheets.
“Fuck.”
Hiroto’s breath left in a strained gasp, crushing hips to hips, one last time before he collapsed
One… two… he counted the seconds, swore before the minute.
“Pon. Please.” Tora’s voice was ragged, early morning exertion making his lungs breathe faster and heart work harder than it would have at night. It wasn’t a proper question or a real request, his brain was still too foggy for that, all sudden circumstance and feel, feel, feel, but Hiroto understood.
Hissing as his wrists were unlocked and the other slid out from between his legs, Tora wrapped his arms around the tiny waist and tugged him close. There was loud panting silence, limbs cooling and pleasant tingling and that fact that Hiroto really had gotten Aki to help him install manacles in their bedroom. Tora vaguely wondered when he was supposed to start feeling stiff (because right now he just felt boneless) and when he’d get his once chance to use the manacles, but his phone buzzing to life distracted his thoughts.
Groaning, Tora flopped an arm over Hiroto’s head to grab his mobile off the bedside table, yanking the charger out of the wall, and answering it without pause.
“Is everything okay? Hiroto’s not sick or anything is he?”
Oops.
Looking at the time Tora grimaced. They were going to be more than a little late for practice.
“Um… well he just woke up so he’s going to have to shower and put on his scarring cream... and… yeah…”
Luckily Hiroto saved him from more stumbling excuses by snatching the phone out of his hands.
“Nao?… Yeah I’m okay… Can I have one more day?… There’s a lot… Okay… I will… I will… Okay. Thanks… Uh-huh… Bye.”
Snorting, Hiroto hung up and gingerly settled back onto Tora’s chest.
“Are you awake yet tiger?”
“No.”
“Good, we have the whole day.”
The smaller man heaved a content sigh and tugged the covers back over them.
“You do need to shower and put on your ointment you know.”
“Make me.”
A/N:
Surprise? D: lol I don’t think anyone was waiting for this but I finally got motivated to write it down! It was soft and serious and... yeah
Ummm UMM I HAVE NO PROMPT?!?! Is that a prompt TAT?! It’s been so long… and shiiit I wrote this instead of my essayssss *cry*
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