| [Jan. 5th, 2010|11:02 pm] |
Startled, Raidou's eyes flicked away, then back. Taking in the flush colouring Genma's cheeks, the new shine on his lower lip, the full-blown black of dilated pupils. The shift of control. Slowly, one corner of his mouth lifted. "Any particular place, boss?"
Genma's chin lifted. "Keep doing that," he said, low and raspy. "And kiss me, dammit."
Raidou felt every single muscle in his back flex and tighten as he ducked forward, weight supported by his legs, held by his stomach muscles, and dropped a kiss in the hollow at the base of Genma's straining throat. Something like a whine dragged through a growl vibrated against Raidou's mouth; Genma's breath caught and choked as Raidou pressed hard with his right hand, grinding zipper-steel against overly sensitized flesh. He felt his own breath catch as he tried not to support himself too much with either hand. Heat coiled, liquid and sweet in his stomach; sweat trickled down his spine. And Genma wasn't even touching him.
No workouts until you're cleared, the medics had insisted. But not one of them had said no sex.
Though, thinking of it like that, if they were going to end back up in hospital again, Raidou wanted it to be for something more than a quick fumble through clothes, goddammit. And he definitely wanted to yank some more of those low, gasping, growling sounds out of Genma's throat.
He lifted his head, putting his mouth next to Genma's ear. "Hold still, bossy."
Genma ignored that entirely, turning immediately; Raidou kissed him silent before he could speak, and released his wrist, flattening his own palm gratefully against the dark cotton bedspread to brace himself better. Genma's hand lifted quickly, fingers hooking up and under Raidou's shirt, finding heated skin; Raidou exhaled and ignored him, focusing away from the lightning-dance of sparking, shivering nerves (it never felt that good with girls) and fleeting anxiety. Instead he flicked open the fly of Genma's jeans, flashed a sharp smile at the arching hips under his touch, and slid his hand beneath the wide elasticated waistband of Genma's functional briefs. Found heat, and hardness, and--
Familiarity. Difference. Genma's low, gravelling groan in his ear.
Yes. |
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