| [Apr. 20th, 2009|11:02 pm] |
"I can talk," Ryouma said against the crease of a scarred palm. "Just not babble. And it's better if you talk, too." Ryouma had spilled enough tonight. "If we're doing sharing and caring time, you gotta take your turn."
On the other hand...
He caught another deep breath, tasting the edge of salt and skin against his lips. "Or we could skip the sharing. I can think of a dozen things that're more fun. Most of 'em don't even involve sex." He grinned. Kakashi's fingers twitched against his jaw. "You never did get that comedy flick. Or, hey, this time we really could go for pay-per-view--"
Kakashi shoved him. Ryouma caught himself, laughing, on his elbows; Shiba yipped with annoyance and rearranged herself over his navel. His back protested the sudden movement with a warning ache, but the painkillers dulled it enough to ignore. He grinned dazzlingly up at Kakashi. "Guess if you really want me on my back, we can go for that instead." |
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