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Title: Advanced Go Problems, #38
Author/Artist: Matilda Filch
Rating: Hard PG13 (I think)
Prompt: Hikaru no Go, Shindou/Touya: Frottage - on the tatami.
Word count: 400-ish
Author's Note: Beta'd by paceus. Thank you!
They never make it to the bed. They never manage to undress properly either. Sometimes they don’t even make it past the traditional post-game argument.
Akira will be stabbing his finger at the goban when Hikaru glazes over, pushes the goban out of the way and climbs into Akira’s lap and Akira tries to finish his incisive analysis but Hikaru is kissing him and when Hikaru kisses him nothing else matters. They kiss like this and rock against each other for a while, making small noises of contentment. And then Hikaru tips him so far back they both crash gently onto the tatami, still kissing, still moving against each other, and Akira lets out an involuntary gasp and Hikaru presses in.
Usually Akira despairs of Hikaru’s addiction to sports’ shorts because the material is so cheap and thin, but right now the material is oh, so cheap and thin, and Akira had a formal exhibition game earlier that day, and he’s wearing silk and they practically don’t need to get undressed because they can feel each other so clearly through the two layers of fabric which add a little extra friction anyway and he is gripping Hikaru’s hips, keeping him in place as he thrusts against Akira. The tatami underneath him is hard and unyielding and really quite wonderful and any thought of getting to the bed has vanished. They are kissing profoundly now, even though it’s stopping them getting enough oxygen into their bodies to keep them alive long enough to reach orgasm, but somehow, thinks Akira vaguely, this wouldn’t be such a bad way to go.
It’s pointless even trying to make it to the bed, really, he thinks, as they lie together looking at the ceiling and getting their breath back. It’s too far for one, all the way over on the other side of the room.
When Akira comes back from the bathroom Hikaru is sitting at the goban in nothing but his boxers and laying a handful of white stones on the board. Akira’s eyes are drawn helplessly to the line of his collarbone and the slight glisten of sweat that’s still there and it occurs to him that if they made it to the bed they might get to have actual sex more often than they do.
As he kneels and lays two black stones on the goban, he wonders suddenly if it’s possible to get 19x19 patterned bed-linens.
Author/Artist: Matilda Filch
Rating: Hard PG13 (I think)
Prompt: Hikaru no Go, Shindou/Touya: Frottage - on the tatami.
Word count: 400-ish
Author's Note: Beta'd by paceus. Thank you!
They never make it to the bed. They never manage to undress properly either. Sometimes they don’t even make it past the traditional post-game argument.
Akira will be stabbing his finger at the goban when Hikaru glazes over, pushes the goban out of the way and climbs into Akira’s lap and Akira tries to finish his incisive analysis but Hikaru is kissing him and when Hikaru kisses him nothing else matters. They kiss like this and rock against each other for a while, making small noises of contentment. And then Hikaru tips him so far back they both crash gently onto the tatami, still kissing, still moving against each other, and Akira lets out an involuntary gasp and Hikaru presses in.
Usually Akira despairs of Hikaru’s addiction to sports’ shorts because the material is so cheap and thin, but right now the material is oh, so cheap and thin, and Akira had a formal exhibition game earlier that day, and he’s wearing silk and they practically don’t need to get undressed because they can feel each other so clearly through the two layers of fabric which add a little extra friction anyway and he is gripping Hikaru’s hips, keeping him in place as he thrusts against Akira. The tatami underneath him is hard and unyielding and really quite wonderful and any thought of getting to the bed has vanished. They are kissing profoundly now, even though it’s stopping them getting enough oxygen into their bodies to keep them alive long enough to reach orgasm, but somehow, thinks Akira vaguely, this wouldn’t be such a bad way to go.
It’s pointless even trying to make it to the bed, really, he thinks, as they lie together looking at the ceiling and getting their breath back. It’s too far for one, all the way over on the other side of the room.
When Akira comes back from the bathroom Hikaru is sitting at the goban in nothing but his boxers and laying a handful of white stones on the board. Akira’s eyes are drawn helplessly to the line of his collarbone and the slight glisten of sweat that’s still there and it occurs to him that if they made it to the bed they might get to have actual sex more often than they do.
As he kneels and lays two black stones on the goban, he wonders suddenly if it’s possible to get 19x19 patterned bed-linens.