|shiegra (shiegra) wrote in kinkfest,|
@ 2008-11-02 20:16:00
|Entry tags:||a: shiegra, f: code: breaker, november 02, p: ogami/sakura/toki|
coitus interruptus, Code: Breaker (Sakura/Toki/Ogami)
Title: coitus interruptus
Word count: 394
Summary: There's such a thing as too much conversation.
Prompt: Code: Breaker - Sakura/Toki/Oogami - rivalry - It was great fun to see Oogami's reactions
"Must I teach you everything?" Toki drawled, settling back on his elbows, half-naked. Sakura, who was curled against the pillows with a stoic expression and most of her upper body bare, also looked at Ogami.
It might have been expectant or it might have been, get me out of here!
Ogami, who had his school jacket off only and wore a strange expression, regarded them both--but mostly Sakura. She found this discomfiting in the way that she found a lot of what he did discomfiting, and thus was capable of enduring it.
Toki put his head against her hip, surprisingly soft hair brushing bare skin, and one hand on her thigh, stroking gently. Which felt nice, for a given value of nice, which was 'the kind of nice likely to be hazardous to your health'.
Ogami looked like he was about to try to kill Toki again, just for a minute, but then he leaned forward and kissed her instead.
She put both hands against his shoulders, surprised, but didn't shove yet; he didn't taste like blood or smoke, but something nicer; like toothpaste, maybe, or just clean boy, and he put his hands on her wrists like he had to hold onto something, just a little too tight.
Then Toki moved his hand up, and she jerked and yelped, her arm twisting awkwardly between them, her mouth opening against his, and he was startled enough to shift and skid in the sheets and their mouths were open together, and her breasts were pressed against his chest, and she was really distracted by the hand between her legs, settling securely there, cupping the juncture of her thighs. Toki kissed her hip, using a little teeth, and then said to Ogami, "try harder--" and then something softer, more unfriendly, that she didn't quite catch.
Ogami moved back in a fluid rush and was already pulling at his gloves, lunging for Toki's throat, which was when she nailed both of them in the head with a pillow harder enough to crack their foreheads together.
Ogami, now sprawled awkwardly across her thighs, looked up at her slowly, focusing briefly on the chest and then her face with an intent look. Toki grinned like a shark and moved his fingers.
Next time Toki tried to talk she yanked his hair, hard, and he obediently shut up.