[Fic] The Temperature of a Kiss
Title: The Temperature of a Kiss
Author: analine
Pairing: TutixNagayan
Warnings: Kissing, mostly worksafe though. I think. I wrote it at work, so.... >_>
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1,584
Summary: Just kissing...
Notes: Stolen title. :P Stolen theme too, I guess, because this is completely inspired by manikineko's fic from a few days ago. :D (And by the fact that I can't look at band-aids on Tuti's neck without getting weird ideas. >_>)
Takashi is nothing but smooth, soft angles at first - pliant, flexible, and his tongue is nimble too, not at all shy. There’s a hint of something almost tentative at first, but it quickly melts away, along with everything else as soon as their lips meet, in a dark corner of a bar - a deep, possessive kiss prompted by hours spent pressed next to each other on a cramped bench, and fueled by several bottles of sake, so that when they suddenly realize they’ve been left alone, Takashi all but launches himself into Tuti’s lap.
Tuti is surrounded by the warmth and urgency of Takashi’s arms as they wrap around his back and his neck, pressing him further back into the corner between the small table and the wall. Tuti is still dimly aware of the inappropriateness of what’s happening though, even as Takashi flicks his tongue inside his mouth and sends a jolt of pleasure and arousal straight through him. They’ve clearly spent too much time apart over the last few weeks, he’s thinking as he feels Takashi moan as their tongues slide against each other, but still...
He can’t get the words out fast enough to avoid the disappointed look in Takashi’s eyes, but he does say them, eventually, after he’s able to catch his breath. The whole exchange can’t have lasted more than thirty seconds, but Tuti is disappointed too.
“We should go somewhere else,” he whispers against Takashi’s ear, feeling the other man relax into a smile. Any regrets fade away as he realizes how happily his stomach turns over, knowing that for the first time this evening, this smile is meant for him, and no one else.
“Somewhere else” ends up being a bench in a small, secluded park, on the way to Tuti’s apartment, because Takashi says he likes the way the fresh air feels on his skin, and because thanks to a certain pair of lips, and the anticipation of tasting them again, Tuti finds himself surprisingly agreeable to whims such as this, despite the fact that his common sense tells him this location is only slightly more appropriate than the bar.
It’s late though, and dark, and even though it’s summer, there’s hardly anyone else out. It’s a week night after all, and the trains will stop running soon, if they haven’t already. The moon is almost hidden by the clouds, and even the few stars that should be visible aren’t under the haze of the city. They sit there silently for a few moments - Takashi leans his head back, and glances up into the darkness, letting out a breath, and stretching his legs out in front of him.
They both start at a noise from the neatly stacked garbage area behind them, but several seconds later, a grey tabby ventures out, regarding them leisurely for a moment, before ducking under a small fence at the far corner of the park. They laugh, and when Takashi turns to him, Tuti feels his insides turn to absolute jelly as the other man blinks, deep brown eyes focusing all their attention on him, his lips parted slightly. Takashi studies him carefully, as if weighing his options, and then smiles. He shifts closer to Tuti, and a moment later, Tuti feels a brush of skin against his hand; Takashi’s fingers are touching the surface of his palm, lightly.
Tuti feels his face warm immediately, and he’s suddenly struck by the fact that this person in front of him, his friend, someone who’s been by his side for years, can suddenly make him feel as giddy and as light and as dizzy as he’s ever felt in his entire life, just with one look, one touch…
He realizes that Takashi is staring at him, and that the intense look from a moment ago has been replaced by an extremely amused smile, so wide that reaches the corner of his eyes, scrunching them up a little.
“What?” Tuti says. He tries to speak softly, but it comes out as a sort of squeak.
“Nothing,” Takashi says, shaking his head a little. “It’s your turn, I’m just waiting. A few more minutes of you staring at me like you have no idea what to make of this is nothing.” Takashi grins. “The night is young, right?”
“Is that your way of telling me I’m taking too long?”
“Maybe.”
“Well, what do you expect, when you look at me like that?”
Takashi shrugs, then smiles a little. “Doesn’t matter to me, I’m not going anywhere.”
Tuti studies the man in front of him, realizing that for a while now, he’s been turning Takashi’s hand over in his own, absently. Takashi doesn’t seem to have noticed.
He studies the soft brown hair framing Takashi’s face, the shape of his ears, the length of his eyelashes, and how they seem to touch Takashi’s cheeks when he closes his eyes… Takashi is still smiling a little, but his features smooth into something more serious when Tuti squeezes his hand and moves towards him. He can feel Takashi’s swift intake of breath when their noses touch, and when their lips meet this time, it’s familiar, even though this kiss has nothing of the hurried urgency of Takashi’s kiss back in the bar.
Tuti runs his hand down the smooth skin of Takashi’s arm, his fingers linger a little at the edge of his t-shirt, and then close around the hard muscles there, as Takashi tilts his head back and parts his lips. He hadn’t noticed it back at the bar, but out here there are less distractions, just the darkness around them, and the warm night breeze against his back, and so Tuti can concentrate on certain sensations - the slight stubble on Takashi’s upper lip and chin, for example, and how it rubs against his skin when their kiss deepens, or how when Takashi makes a noise deep in the back of his throat when Tuti sucks on his tongue, as if he’s trying to swallow his desire, or Tuti’s, or both, maybe, Tuti can hear it as well as feel it. It sets something deep in his stomach on fire, and weakens his resolve a little… Because really, he can’t rip off Takashi’s clothes here, can’t press him down, his back against the wooden bench, can’t observe the smooth lines of his body under the moonlight, no matter how much wants to…
So maybe concentrating on these sensations isn’t the best course of action, but Takashi is already sucking lightly on his tongue, and then breaking the contact between their lips for a moment with a tiny gasp before he licks at Tuti’s lips, nipping and biting his way along Tuti’s jaw line. Then Takashi’s tongue finds his collarbone, and his hand slips under the thin cotton of Tuti’s shirt, smooth fingers brushing lightly over his chest. Tuti gives an involuntary shiver before their mouths meet again, and Takashi’s tongue presses against his. There’s something so tender about his touch, even like this, when they’re both a little sloppy with desire, and too many nights spent across the city from each other, and Tuti feels his mouth relax as he relents, and lets Takashi take control for a moment. He closes his eyes as Takashi drags a slow moan from his throat, one that he doesn’t even try to hide, even as Takashi breaks away from him for a moment and laughs.
“Has it been that long?” Takashi whispers, his breath warm and damp against Tuti’s ear.
“Since we’ve made out like this?” Tuti prompts, and when Takashi sucks lightly on Tuti’s ear in response, it draws another low hum from somewhere deep inside of him.
“Mmm, yeah, I think it has,” Tuti whispers, as Takashi’s lips close around a patch of skin near the edge of his shirt, just above his collarbone. He can feel Takashi’s teeth against his skin, and the sensation makes the hair on his arms stand on end. He shivers.
“Maybe we should think about going somewhere else again then,” Takashi whispers a second later, against Tuti’s neck.
“You have some place in mind?” Tuti asks, poking Takashi’s arm playfully with his finger.
“I think I can find somewhere if I try. Come on…”
Tuti finds himself being pulled up as the other man stands, but before he can turn in the direction of his apartment, Takashi pulls him close, a quick kiss this time, one that bumps their chests and noses together, and causes Tuti to laugh a little, as he realizes that Takashi is standing on tiptoe. Tuti squeezes his arm around Takashi’s shoulders for a moment, and glances down, grinning.
“You know, I’m going to kill you if I have a bruise tomorrow.” He touches his hand to his neck.
“You’ll end up with more than one if you keep this up.”
Tuti grins. “Feeling impatient?”
Takashi tilts his head up at Tuti, and glances at him slyly. “Always.”
Tuti is tempted to remind him that they would have long since been home by now, if it wasn’t for the fact that someone decided they wanted to enjoy the novelty of making out on a park bench in the middle of the night, but he decides against it. Instead, he steals another kiss from Takashi’s lips, one that’s just deep enough to taste the sake lingering on his tongue, and that brings Takashi’s arms around his waist possessively for a moment, before they finally start walking.
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Author: analine
Pairing: TutixNagayan
Warnings: Kissing, mostly worksafe though. I think. I wrote it at work, so.... >_>
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1,584
Summary: Just kissing...
Notes: Stolen title. :P Stolen theme too, I guess, because this is completely inspired by manikineko's fic from a few days ago. :D (And by the fact that I can't look at band-aids on Tuti's neck without getting weird ideas. >_>)
Takashi is nothing but smooth, soft angles at first - pliant, flexible, and his tongue is nimble too, not at all shy. There’s a hint of something almost tentative at first, but it quickly melts away, along with everything else as soon as their lips meet, in a dark corner of a bar - a deep, possessive kiss prompted by hours spent pressed next to each other on a cramped bench, and fueled by several bottles of sake, so that when they suddenly realize they’ve been left alone, Takashi all but launches himself into Tuti’s lap.
Tuti is surrounded by the warmth and urgency of Takashi’s arms as they wrap around his back and his neck, pressing him further back into the corner between the small table and the wall. Tuti is still dimly aware of the inappropriateness of what’s happening though, even as Takashi flicks his tongue inside his mouth and sends a jolt of pleasure and arousal straight through him. They’ve clearly spent too much time apart over the last few weeks, he’s thinking as he feels Takashi moan as their tongues slide against each other, but still...
He can’t get the words out fast enough to avoid the disappointed look in Takashi’s eyes, but he does say them, eventually, after he’s able to catch his breath. The whole exchange can’t have lasted more than thirty seconds, but Tuti is disappointed too.
“We should go somewhere else,” he whispers against Takashi’s ear, feeling the other man relax into a smile. Any regrets fade away as he realizes how happily his stomach turns over, knowing that for the first time this evening, this smile is meant for him, and no one else.
“Somewhere else” ends up being a bench in a small, secluded park, on the way to Tuti’s apartment, because Takashi says he likes the way the fresh air feels on his skin, and because thanks to a certain pair of lips, and the anticipation of tasting them again, Tuti finds himself surprisingly agreeable to whims such as this, despite the fact that his common sense tells him this location is only slightly more appropriate than the bar.
It’s late though, and dark, and even though it’s summer, there’s hardly anyone else out. It’s a week night after all, and the trains will stop running soon, if they haven’t already. The moon is almost hidden by the clouds, and even the few stars that should be visible aren’t under the haze of the city. They sit there silently for a few moments - Takashi leans his head back, and glances up into the darkness, letting out a breath, and stretching his legs out in front of him.
They both start at a noise from the neatly stacked garbage area behind them, but several seconds later, a grey tabby ventures out, regarding them leisurely for a moment, before ducking under a small fence at the far corner of the park. They laugh, and when Takashi turns to him, Tuti feels his insides turn to absolute jelly as the other man blinks, deep brown eyes focusing all their attention on him, his lips parted slightly. Takashi studies him carefully, as if weighing his options, and then smiles. He shifts closer to Tuti, and a moment later, Tuti feels a brush of skin against his hand; Takashi’s fingers are touching the surface of his palm, lightly.
Tuti feels his face warm immediately, and he’s suddenly struck by the fact that this person in front of him, his friend, someone who’s been by his side for years, can suddenly make him feel as giddy and as light and as dizzy as he’s ever felt in his entire life, just with one look, one touch…
He realizes that Takashi is staring at him, and that the intense look from a moment ago has been replaced by an extremely amused smile, so wide that reaches the corner of his eyes, scrunching them up a little.
“What?” Tuti says. He tries to speak softly, but it comes out as a sort of squeak.
“Nothing,” Takashi says, shaking his head a little. “It’s your turn, I’m just waiting. A few more minutes of you staring at me like you have no idea what to make of this is nothing.” Takashi grins. “The night is young, right?”
“Is that your way of telling me I’m taking too long?”
“Maybe.”
“Well, what do you expect, when you look at me like that?”
Takashi shrugs, then smiles a little. “Doesn’t matter to me, I’m not going anywhere.”
Tuti studies the man in front of him, realizing that for a while now, he’s been turning Takashi’s hand over in his own, absently. Takashi doesn’t seem to have noticed.
He studies the soft brown hair framing Takashi’s face, the shape of his ears, the length of his eyelashes, and how they seem to touch Takashi’s cheeks when he closes his eyes… Takashi is still smiling a little, but his features smooth into something more serious when Tuti squeezes his hand and moves towards him. He can feel Takashi’s swift intake of breath when their noses touch, and when their lips meet this time, it’s familiar, even though this kiss has nothing of the hurried urgency of Takashi’s kiss back in the bar.
Tuti runs his hand down the smooth skin of Takashi’s arm, his fingers linger a little at the edge of his t-shirt, and then close around the hard muscles there, as Takashi tilts his head back and parts his lips. He hadn’t noticed it back at the bar, but out here there are less distractions, just the darkness around them, and the warm night breeze against his back, and so Tuti can concentrate on certain sensations - the slight stubble on Takashi’s upper lip and chin, for example, and how it rubs against his skin when their kiss deepens, or how when Takashi makes a noise deep in the back of his throat when Tuti sucks on his tongue, as if he’s trying to swallow his desire, or Tuti’s, or both, maybe, Tuti can hear it as well as feel it. It sets something deep in his stomach on fire, and weakens his resolve a little… Because really, he can’t rip off Takashi’s clothes here, can’t press him down, his back against the wooden bench, can’t observe the smooth lines of his body under the moonlight, no matter how much wants to…
So maybe concentrating on these sensations isn’t the best course of action, but Takashi is already sucking lightly on his tongue, and then breaking the contact between their lips for a moment with a tiny gasp before he licks at Tuti’s lips, nipping and biting his way along Tuti’s jaw line. Then Takashi’s tongue finds his collarbone, and his hand slips under the thin cotton of Tuti’s shirt, smooth fingers brushing lightly over his chest. Tuti gives an involuntary shiver before their mouths meet again, and Takashi’s tongue presses against his. There’s something so tender about his touch, even like this, when they’re both a little sloppy with desire, and too many nights spent across the city from each other, and Tuti feels his mouth relax as he relents, and lets Takashi take control for a moment. He closes his eyes as Takashi drags a slow moan from his throat, one that he doesn’t even try to hide, even as Takashi breaks away from him for a moment and laughs.
“Has it been that long?” Takashi whispers, his breath warm and damp against Tuti’s ear.
“Since we’ve made out like this?” Tuti prompts, and when Takashi sucks lightly on Tuti’s ear in response, it draws another low hum from somewhere deep inside of him.
“Mmm, yeah, I think it has,” Tuti whispers, as Takashi’s lips close around a patch of skin near the edge of his shirt, just above his collarbone. He can feel Takashi’s teeth against his skin, and the sensation makes the hair on his arms stand on end. He shivers.
“Maybe we should think about going somewhere else again then,” Takashi whispers a second later, against Tuti’s neck.
“You have some place in mind?” Tuti asks, poking Takashi’s arm playfully with his finger.
“I think I can find somewhere if I try. Come on…”
Tuti finds himself being pulled up as the other man stands, but before he can turn in the direction of his apartment, Takashi pulls him close, a quick kiss this time, one that bumps their chests and noses together, and causes Tuti to laugh a little, as he realizes that Takashi is standing on tiptoe. Tuti squeezes his arm around Takashi’s shoulders for a moment, and glances down, grinning.
“You know, I’m going to kill you if I have a bruise tomorrow.” He touches his hand to his neck.
“You’ll end up with more than one if you keep this up.”
Tuti grins. “Feeling impatient?”
Takashi tilts his head up at Tuti, and glances at him slyly. “Always.”
Tuti is tempted to remind him that they would have long since been home by now, if it wasn’t for the fact that someone decided they wanted to enjoy the novelty of making out on a park bench in the middle of the night, but he decides against it. Instead, he steals another kiss from Takashi’s lips, one that’s just deep enough to taste the sake lingering on his tongue, and that brings Takashi’s arms around his waist possessively for a moment, before they finally start walking.
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