| [Jan. 5th, 2010|11:14 pm] |
Raidou caught a groan between his teeth and kept it there. Dragged his slick-sticky hand up and around, until his arm could wrap around Genma's shoulders and hold his friend there, braced sideways against Raidou's right flank. Hold him tight, because Raidou had to grab something solid or fly apart at the seams...
Genma's mouth pressed against his throat, hot and searing, half a bite away from new-burned, barely-healed flesh.
That really shouldn't feel good.
T-shirt and hoodie sticking to the sweat sliding down his back, Raidou resisted the urge to just squirm on the bed. He wanted to scratch and strip and flip Genma right back over and--
Fingers flexed, laced with old scars, and dragged a raw-bitten noise up from the base of Raidou's stomach. A noise he didn't even recognize. Genma chuckled, murmured something quiet and encouraging, and Raidou realized he couldn't even remember the last time he'd let Genma take the lead.
Five minutes ago, when Genma had kissed him. But Raidou had taken it back...
The hospital, when Genma had kept watch while Raidou had slept. But Raidou had taken it back...
The mission, right before everything had gone to hell.
Maybe Genma wasn't the only one who needed to let go. But Genma was also right there and touching -- looking, yanking Raidou open from the inside out -- and it wasn't exactly easy to chill out when the most godsdammed beautiful man in the world was right there with a smile on his lips and his hand down Raidou's pants.
Fingers flexed again. Raidou's hips bucked in return, lightning-heat coiling around the twisted knots of his insides; he wrapped the fingers of his left hand, his free hand, around Genma's upper arm, closed his eyes, and tried to breathe. |
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