....Oi
::FLAIL:: Bastard I have a name!!!!
*sigh*....I want something for lunch tomorrow.
WTF!!! Make your own damn lunch!!!! Who the hell do you think I am? Your mother?! Your Maid?! Your NANNY?!?!
*totally ignoring the flailing*....hn.....i'm in the mood for something specific..
WHY ARE YOU TELLING ME THAT?! It's not like I'm going to go out of my
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"No I didn't hit my head you asshole! It's this stupid place and Yuuko-san screwing with me! I can't help it if I'm getting confused!! Dreams one minute and reality the next!! What the hell do you except?!!?!" He was panicking about more than just the last dig from the idiot. Exactly when had he entered back into reality? How much of his angry rant had Bastard!Doumeki actually heard? The possibilities were staggering....
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He wrapped his arms around the boy's too thin waist and sighed contently at finally being able to enjoy this. Yes, so much time wasted he had to agree, as he pulled the boy into his lap cradling his head into the crook of his neck.
"Ah...I see, if that was a crush, then this must be love." he leaned back to look upon the face he knew he could never grow tired of and smile softly at him.
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"Tch, bastard. By that logic I should have killed you by now. I still might too if you fuck up..." He clutched the fabric of the others shirt in his fists in attempt to steel his courage for the next question he needed to ask. "So...What comes next?"
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"...I won't, I've waited a long time to have this." His arms tightened briefly to say what he was sure words wouldn't be able to express. "...Now is when I ask you to be my boyfriend...Kimihiro."
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Something more that he was tentatively titling lovelusthateloatingfearhappynesslustlovehatehatehatelove.
He shifted positions so that he was straddling Doumeki's lap, schooling his features into a stern expression as he met the golden eyes that matched one of his own, getting that odd mirror effect again. Ignoring it, he brought his lips down briefly on Doumeki's before pulling back with a small embarrassed smile and flushed face.
"Then I'll say yes...S-shizuka..." He deflated slightly and sagged, "Tch, Still sounds weird. You're still Doumeki."
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"I'll be gentle." He whispers huskily against Kimihiro's lips. He could feel his heart beating loudly, the sound reverberating down to his fingers. His hand reached their destination, hovering over the fastenings of Kimihiro's belt for a moment. He looked into his mis-matched eyes and saw his permission being granted. He kept his gaze steady as he began to unbuckle his belt, waiting for any sign of hesitation.
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"Bastard, I said to take me, you think I meant tomorrow?!" To emphasize his point, he swiftly unbuckled Doumeki's belt (in half the time it took Doumeki to do the same thing, mind you...) and quickly reached in to wrap his hand around Doumeki's length and crushed their mouths together. "Now."
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His strokes grew faster as he pistoned his hips into that wanton body, grunting with exertion, feeling those slim thighs quiver against his own with each thrust. "FFF..uuuckkk" he practically sobbed out feeling his hold over his release weakening.
Pressing their foreheads, he wanted to ensure that he got to see the look in his eyes when it came, he embedded himself once more as deeply he as was possible as his release hit him in waves, his hand feeling Kimihiro's own coating his fingers, and god if he wasn't beautiful during throes of passion. His hair wet, sticking up in angles his faced flushed, his lips glistening slightly and all Doumeki could do was take them into his own pouring all his love into that single point.
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And even though he would beat the shit out of himself mentally, he couldn't help it that his eyes felt vaguely misty as he saw the look in Shizuka's eyes as they came down from the high, panting as he tried to stand up on his own and failing.
"S-shizuka..." He reconnected their lips and tightened his arms around the others neck, blushing as the last hour or so, ran though his head again and he groaned, burying his face in a wet shirt "...teme...I'm not gonna be able to walk straight for a week..." And that shirt and the shower were doing wonders to hide the fact that he really was crying again "....you're a moron but...I really do love you...so much..."
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