#13 Theme 28: Melty Love - Shazna; Tora/Hiroto
Title: Reason to Buy a New House #02
Author: beyondtheremix
Theme: 028 Melty love (Shazna)
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Tora/Hiroto
Band[s]: Alice Nine
Disclaimer: PWP FTW 8D *nods*
Comments: A shoddy sequel to “Reason to Buy a New House #01” by tingedwords . LOL because maybe we shouldn’t… talk about basements >:D
Reasons to Buy a New House #02
Hiroto snuggled deeper into the warmth of their bed. He had to admit buying a house really was a good idea. For one, they actually owned their modest two-story home - yard, basement and all. They didn’t have to wait for their landlord’s permission to make “household modifications” (i.e. fixing the A/C) and they were no longer forced to pay extra at a “complex approved” repair agency (the only approved agency because its owner happened to be the landlord’s brother).
Frowning in his sleep, Hiroto let the cool air circle his cocoon of blankets and lull him into more restful thoughts.
Tora was already awake and probably out tending the garden or something. He had been keen on the lawn bit of their house hunting, had developed a borderline obsession with working on it. Tora would cut zigzags into the overgrown grass just because he could, because the lawn was his, because no one could say anything about his crap mow-job, and because Hiroto got the most adorably annoyed look when he saw Tora haphazardly shoving the lawnmower around.
Tora would only smirk at the other’s complaints and disapproving huffs, telling Hiroto he could do it himself if it bothered him so much (straight lines were for pansies and they were anything but straight). Hiroto was just as content going back inside and basking in the wind of their A/C; he was still trying to adjust to their new appliances after all. So far he’d only succeeded in conquering the large TV and second fridge Tora had insisted on. The lawnmower was a mystery he hoped would remain so (it was still too hot outside).
Frowning as he dressed, Tora threw a dirty sock at the snoring lump on their bed.
Sure he had finally talked Hiroto into taking the plunge, buying a new house together and all, but now that they were settled down all Hiroto seemed interested in was curling up in bed knowing it was a burning summer outside, comfortably cold inside, and even more comfortable asleep in under the covers.
Deciding the day would best be spent at Saga’s, Tora grudgingly tromped downstairs to grab his bag from the basement, throwing some things in the fridge before heading back up and out the front door.
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It took Hiroto a while to wake up, but when he did it was to the disappointing revelation that (once again) he was drenched in sweat, clothes and sheets sticking to his skin, the air suffocated with breathless humidity.
“Nooooo,” he half-groaned, half-sobbed.
The heat was like a weighty lethargy, wrapping itself round his bones and making him sleepy. This is how people die isn’t it? They fall asleep and get heat-bitten and their limbs melt off into goo before amputation… Don’t fall asleep...
Like a slime covered alien unfurling from its cocoon, Hiroto could only find enough strength to shed the last of his damp clothing. They fell amongst an anthill of sheets as he rolled off the bed into a messy heap of sticky limbs, wet hair, and loud breath.
It was too hot; unbearably so to Hiroto’s A/C spoiled body.
He lay spread-eagle on the carpeted floor for some time wondering why it was so hard to think in the smothering heat. He could open a window right? Or… he should… It was really far away though… Biting back a pitiful whimper, Hiroto willed his body into a lazy slither of a crawl, making his way towards the adjoining bathroom.
Tumbling into the tub he turned the cold water on and let it trickle over his head, hoped it would soothe his mind and body.
A half hour later Hiroto was convinced there was no way he would be getting any cooler anytime soon. Toweling himself dry, he dropped the towel and wandered downstairs stark naked. It was another added plus of their new home - he didn’t have to worry about giving anyone a free show if the landowner felt the need to barge in and check up on them.
Hiroto journeyed through the house opening windows and turning on ceiling fans, finally winding up in the kitchen fighting a desperate battle with his slippery hands against the new fridge door and its cold beers. He would have kept the fridge open, but knew Tora would kill him for the electricity bill later. Instead, Hiroto heaved a sigh and went to examine the A/C control unit on the wall to his left.
Poking buttons soon proved ineffective - the screen would light up every so often with indecipherable symbols and broken numbers - and Hiroto could have sworn the heater was blowing now. He gave up and collapsed back onto the linoleum floor, phone in hand.
“Tora?”
“Speaking.”
“Must’ve broken the A/C yeaaah…,” Hiroto giggled over Tora’s snort.
“What’s up? You sound a little… tipsy,” Tora laughed, this time in Saga’s direction.
“Huh? Something… I think I broke it,” Hiroto trailed off, spilling some beer as he rolled onto his side cradling the phone. This time Tora’s voice came through sounding a little more than annoyed.
“Are you kidding me?! Did you touch the A/C? You know I told you not to touch any of that stuff until after I taught you how to use it,” Tora’s stern chastising was met with a drowsy nod he couldn’t see as the phone slid from the moist crook of Hiroto’s neck and onto the floor. Right now all Hiroto really wanted was some air conditioning and if he had to dream about it to have it, so be it.
Tora hung up to Saga’s disapproving stare.
“What? He started it.”
“Uh-huh,” Saga agreed sarcastically. “Whatever, just go already. You take up too much space and you’re sitting on Chiko’s favorite chair.”
Smacking the other man playfully, Tora got up and made his exit.
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Hiroto only woke up because his knees were irritably bent; sweat sticking the back of his calves to his thighs and making them itch. It was also then that he realized he couldn’t move his right arm and the knot of a blindfold dug infuriatingly against the back of his head.
“What the -,” shit. He’d left all the windows open hadn’t he? Left them open and fallen asleep. Shit shit shit. He was naked too, wasn’t he? Shit. Of all the days to be butt-naked on the kitchen floor.
Hiroto began to struggle violently against his captor, left arm still in the stranger’s grasp and feeling more give in his right arm’s restraints the more he fought at them.
“Oh no you don’t,” a deep voice rasped in his ear.
“Tora?” A familiar guffaw came in reply. Using the brief distraction he strapped Hiroto’s wrist into the last restraint and just as quickly did up his ankles.
“So you think you can get away with breaking the A/C twice?”
It was Tora, or at least Tora’s normal voice several silly octaves deeper. It was intended to sound evil, but all it brought on was relief tinged with arousal as Hiroto stilled beneath him. “You’re in my underground torture chamber about to be dealt your justly deserved punishment, by the way.”
“I - didn’t - do - anything,” Hiroto bit out between bucks of his hips as he tried to dislodge Tora from his thighs. He knew it was all in vain but so what? The basement may be slightly cooler than the rest of their house, but he was still pretty damn hot. He was also mostly certain he’d been tied to a futon with Nao’s housewarming gift - an inventive set of restraints that threaded and connected beneath any mattress (or futon for that matter) without the need for a fancy headboard.
Cursing their band leader and momentarily admitting defeat, Hiroto hoped whatever Tora had planned would be quick and painless.
Already undressed in their stifling house and mostly aroused, Tora stepped back to admire his handiwork. It turned out to be quite a job lugging Hiroto’s sleeping frame down the basement. By the time he’d reached the top of the underground staircase, he was drenched in sweat. A couple times he’d thought he would drop Hiroto, accidently lose his grip on the equally slippery form, but thankfully they’d made it to the basement futon unscathed - Tora only wanted to torture him, not kill him.
“Hmmm. What should I do to you first?”
Hiroto cringed at the words. Usually when Tora was in this kind of playfully sadistic mood he was in trouble. Not that he didn’t enjoy it (was enjoying it as they spoke), but still…
He felt the weight on his legs leave as Tora stood up. Then he could hear the fridge being opened and closed, Tora returning with something. Hiroto briefly recalled their old apartment, no A/C, and himself dumping a tray of ice on Tora’s belly. Shuddering, Hiroto strained his ears for what would come next.
“Maybe I should whip you.”
Hiroto jumped as the voice sounded close to his ear, tongue tracing the shell, teeth only just nibbling the lobe. Then his breath was leaving him hissed as the end of a thin chain trailed a teasing path along his neck. He gulped for air as it continued from his Adam’s apple down the line of his chest, straying to harden a nipple with its chilled links before making tantalizing circles above his bellybutton. He arched shakily towards it, cock only wanting friction when all the silver chain gave was water-like touches.
“How about you just fuck me,” Hiroto suggested hoarsely, licking his dry lips.
Tora only grinned wider, bringing the chain lower and letting it just trace the junction between Hiroto’s hip and thigh.
“Aw come on Pon. That wouldn’t be any fun now would it?” Hiroto gave a loud yelp as the cold chain quickly traveled up his erect length, briefly pooling at the slit before leaving him altogether.
Another plus of the basement, Tora thought.
“No one can hear you scream,” he sang.
Hiroto wondered just how long the torture was going to last. The chain felt like hot metal searing his skin, but it was cold and felt good and he really wanted more now, but the more he seemed to want the longer Tora took.
“Tora what the hell,” he groaned. His ear came in contact with something cold and wet as he jerked up and away from the metal links dancing around his entrance. Slick fingers pressed into him even as he clenched down on them; that damned chain tinkling against his skin and making him twitch, cold liquid from that something leaving a moist track on his ear.
Tora was forced to suppress his own groan as he prepared the other. It was hot in the basement, but his fingers engulfed in Hiroto were infinitely hotter. His own ache throbbed between his legs, droplets of sweat absorbed in the bedding. Concentrate. You’re the one in control here.
“Patience love.” The words blew from between pierced lips, chilling the wet in Hiroto’s ear and making Tora laugh as the other frantically rubbed it into a shoulder, trying to lessen the ticklish shudders. It seemed Tora was full of surprises today, breathtakingly so as something was placed on his chest.
If there was ever a time for his nipples to grow hands it would be now. He wouldn’t mind them growing eyes either, so long as he could find out what the hell was on him. As it was, Hiroto could only sit and wait as the cold object slowly puddled on his chest. The thing was cold as melting ice, not as slick, but oddly like it was sinking into him - consuming his mind with just how cold it was compared to everything else - a burning hole in his chest.
Lips came up to cover his broken complaint, the patch of skin now almost unbearably numb, before Tora was sliding the wet cold down, down, down his belly and between spread thighs. Hiroto’s eyes flew open beneath the blindfold as soon as the icy object began pushing into him.
His body tightened against the protrusion, attempting to keep the cold out, but nonetheless, it slid in easy with Tora’s help. He began to pull the blunt object in and out, back and forth, tilting it erratically and making Hiroto’s clenching insides deliciously cool. He wanted more, his body contracting to find some heat, some friction, but that only made the ache worse. He couldn’t feel the numbing toy inside of him and it was torture. Finally, an angled thrust in just the right spot had Hiroto crying out, head thrown back into the pillow, beside himself with this foreign pleasure he could feel and yet couldn’t.
“Fuck.” Tora was done with concentrating, done with teasing. Pulling out the device of torture, Tora quickly aligned himself and entered Hiroto in one smooth stroke. He swore loudly as cool flesh swallowed his arousal, doubling over as Hiroto muttered similar frantic nonsenses, warm flesh filling him, burning him.
They began to move with each other, the coolness of ice quickly replaced by the heat of passion. Somewhere along the way his blindfold had been ripped off, but Hiroto couldn’t think to care, couldn’t think to take in the sight of Tora working all slick skin and muscles above him when there was coldhot everywhere.
His orgasm took them both by surprise, the hand Tora had brought down to fist him abruptly coated in Hiroto’s release. All at once, the doorbell rang, its sound drifting clearly through the open basement door, freezing the snap of Tora’s hips as Hiroto continued to shudder around him.
“Oh hell no,” Tora growled, the doorbell echoing his words. Hiroto grinned mockingly beneath him, arms and legs splayed out in a sated mess.
“Aren’t you gonna get that? I’m a little tied up at the moment,” he slurred.
Giving Hiroto the worst glare he could muster (two seconds from release and surrounded by tightening muscles), Tora gave one last thrust hard enough to lift the other off the futon and deep enough to make his mouth open. Hiroto had to bite back a scream as his prostate was pressed into, heat flooding away the last of the cold inside of him.
“Shit.” Tora pulled out and untied Hiroto, using his shirt to wipe them both off.
“Aren’t you going to go get that?” Hiroto asked again once Tora was flopped back on the futon. He gave Hiroto a funny look, the doorbell had long since ceased.
“No. It’s our house. We can open the door whenever the hell we want, to whoever the hell we want.”
Laughing, Hiroto pointed at the edge of the bed. “No I mean that. Whatever the hell it is, it’s leaking.” Indignant face taking on a smirk, Tora reached over Hiroto to pick it up.
“This, my love, is not just any old thing” he emphasized his point by holding the “thing” at eyelevel. It looked suspiciously like a condom filled with water, its core still a hazy white ice. “This is a homemade device of pleasure made from the bottommost of my heart.”
Tora snorted, feigning a scandalized look when Hiroto immediately kicked the frozen condom out of his hand.
“What the hell?! You mean a dildo don’t- You planned this?!”
“With love my dear, with love!” Tora laughed as he dodged the angry limbs aimed his way.
“A frozen stick of ice!” Hiroto yelled, launching himself at the larger man who managed to slip past him and out the basement door. “Fix the A/C damnit!”
Another household perk, Tora thought as he quickly shoved a nearby bookcase in front of the door.
He’d let the squirrel out tomorrow. Maybe. Tora chuckled as he flicked the A/C on. The basement was like its own apartment anyways, what with the fridge and even a separate bathroom; a TV too now that he thought about. Either way it’d be amusing once Hiroto got out. Whether it was tomorrow or that night was up to one pair of scrawny, squirrel arms.
Reason #03
A/N:
LOL~ nothing here… I swear there’s a plot! If you put our fics side by side and squish them together one will fall out!
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Author: beyondtheremix
Theme: 028 Melty love (Shazna)
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Tora/Hiroto
Band[s]: Alice Nine
Disclaimer: PWP FTW 8D *nods*
Comments: A shoddy sequel to “Reason to Buy a New House #01” by tingedwords . LOL because maybe we shouldn’t… talk about basements >:D
Reasons to Buy a New House #02
Hiroto snuggled deeper into the warmth of their bed. He had to admit buying a house really was a good idea. For one, they actually owned their modest two-story home - yard, basement and all. They didn’t have to wait for their landlord’s permission to make “household modifications” (i.e. fixing the A/C) and they were no longer forced to pay extra at a “complex approved” repair agency (the only approved agency because its owner happened to be the landlord’s brother).
Frowning in his sleep, Hiroto let the cool air circle his cocoon of blankets and lull him into more restful thoughts.
Tora was already awake and probably out tending the garden or something. He had been keen on the lawn bit of their house hunting, had developed a borderline obsession with working on it. Tora would cut zigzags into the overgrown grass just because he could, because the lawn was his, because no one could say anything about his crap mow-job, and because Hiroto got the most adorably annoyed look when he saw Tora haphazardly shoving the lawnmower around.
Tora would only smirk at the other’s complaints and disapproving huffs, telling Hiroto he could do it himself if it bothered him so much (straight lines were for pansies and they were anything but straight). Hiroto was just as content going back inside and basking in the wind of their A/C; he was still trying to adjust to their new appliances after all. So far he’d only succeeded in conquering the large TV and second fridge Tora had insisted on. The lawnmower was a mystery he hoped would remain so (it was still too hot outside).
Frowning as he dressed, Tora threw a dirty sock at the snoring lump on their bed.
Sure he had finally talked Hiroto into taking the plunge, buying a new house together and all, but now that they were settled down all Hiroto seemed interested in was curling up in bed knowing it was a burning summer outside, comfortably cold inside, and even more comfortable asleep in under the covers.
Deciding the day would best be spent at Saga’s, Tora grudgingly tromped downstairs to grab his bag from the basement, throwing some things in the fridge before heading back up and out the front door.
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It took Hiroto a while to wake up, but when he did it was to the disappointing revelation that (once again) he was drenched in sweat, clothes and sheets sticking to his skin, the air suffocated with breathless humidity.
“Nooooo,” he half-groaned, half-sobbed.
The heat was like a weighty lethargy, wrapping itself round his bones and making him sleepy. This is how people die isn’t it? They fall asleep and get heat-bitten and their limbs melt off into goo before amputation… Don’t fall asleep...
Like a slime covered alien unfurling from its cocoon, Hiroto could only find enough strength to shed the last of his damp clothing. They fell amongst an anthill of sheets as he rolled off the bed into a messy heap of sticky limbs, wet hair, and loud breath.
It was too hot; unbearably so to Hiroto’s A/C spoiled body.
He lay spread-eagle on the carpeted floor for some time wondering why it was so hard to think in the smothering heat. He could open a window right? Or… he should… It was really far away though… Biting back a pitiful whimper, Hiroto willed his body into a lazy slither of a crawl, making his way towards the adjoining bathroom.
Tumbling into the tub he turned the cold water on and let it trickle over his head, hoped it would soothe his mind and body.
A half hour later Hiroto was convinced there was no way he would be getting any cooler anytime soon. Toweling himself dry, he dropped the towel and wandered downstairs stark naked. It was another added plus of their new home - he didn’t have to worry about giving anyone a free show if the landowner felt the need to barge in and check up on them.
Hiroto journeyed through the house opening windows and turning on ceiling fans, finally winding up in the kitchen fighting a desperate battle with his slippery hands against the new fridge door and its cold beers. He would have kept the fridge open, but knew Tora would kill him for the electricity bill later. Instead, Hiroto heaved a sigh and went to examine the A/C control unit on the wall to his left.
Poking buttons soon proved ineffective - the screen would light up every so often with indecipherable symbols and broken numbers - and Hiroto could have sworn the heater was blowing now. He gave up and collapsed back onto the linoleum floor, phone in hand.
“Tora?”
“Speaking.”
“Must’ve broken the A/C yeaaah…,” Hiroto giggled over Tora’s snort.
“What’s up? You sound a little… tipsy,” Tora laughed, this time in Saga’s direction.
“Huh? Something… I think I broke it,” Hiroto trailed off, spilling some beer as he rolled onto his side cradling the phone. This time Tora’s voice came through sounding a little more than annoyed.
“Are you kidding me?! Did you touch the A/C? You know I told you not to touch any of that stuff until after I taught you how to use it,” Tora’s stern chastising was met with a drowsy nod he couldn’t see as the phone slid from the moist crook of Hiroto’s neck and onto the floor. Right now all Hiroto really wanted was some air conditioning and if he had to dream about it to have it, so be it.
Tora hung up to Saga’s disapproving stare.
“What? He started it.”
“Uh-huh,” Saga agreed sarcastically. “Whatever, just go already. You take up too much space and you’re sitting on Chiko’s favorite chair.”
Smacking the other man playfully, Tora got up and made his exit.
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Hiroto only woke up because his knees were irritably bent; sweat sticking the back of his calves to his thighs and making them itch. It was also then that he realized he couldn’t move his right arm and the knot of a blindfold dug infuriatingly against the back of his head.
“What the -,” shit. He’d left all the windows open hadn’t he? Left them open and fallen asleep. Shit shit shit. He was naked too, wasn’t he? Shit. Of all the days to be butt-naked on the kitchen floor.
Hiroto began to struggle violently against his captor, left arm still in the stranger’s grasp and feeling more give in his right arm’s restraints the more he fought at them.
“Oh no you don’t,” a deep voice rasped in his ear.
“Tora?” A familiar guffaw came in reply. Using the brief distraction he strapped Hiroto’s wrist into the last restraint and just as quickly did up his ankles.
“So you think you can get away with breaking the A/C twice?”
It was Tora, or at least Tora’s normal voice several silly octaves deeper. It was intended to sound evil, but all it brought on was relief tinged with arousal as Hiroto stilled beneath him. “You’re in my underground torture chamber about to be dealt your justly deserved punishment, by the way.”
“I - didn’t - do - anything,” Hiroto bit out between bucks of his hips as he tried to dislodge Tora from his thighs. He knew it was all in vain but so what? The basement may be slightly cooler than the rest of their house, but he was still pretty damn hot. He was also mostly certain he’d been tied to a futon with Nao’s housewarming gift - an inventive set of restraints that threaded and connected beneath any mattress (or futon for that matter) without the need for a fancy headboard.
Cursing their band leader and momentarily admitting defeat, Hiroto hoped whatever Tora had planned would be quick and painless.
Already undressed in their stifling house and mostly aroused, Tora stepped back to admire his handiwork. It turned out to be quite a job lugging Hiroto’s sleeping frame down the basement. By the time he’d reached the top of the underground staircase, he was drenched in sweat. A couple times he’d thought he would drop Hiroto, accidently lose his grip on the equally slippery form, but thankfully they’d made it to the basement futon unscathed - Tora only wanted to torture him, not kill him.
“Hmmm. What should I do to you first?”
Hiroto cringed at the words. Usually when Tora was in this kind of playfully sadistic mood he was in trouble. Not that he didn’t enjoy it (was enjoying it as they spoke), but still…
He felt the weight on his legs leave as Tora stood up. Then he could hear the fridge being opened and closed, Tora returning with something. Hiroto briefly recalled their old apartment, no A/C, and himself dumping a tray of ice on Tora’s belly. Shuddering, Hiroto strained his ears for what would come next.
“Maybe I should whip you.”
Hiroto jumped as the voice sounded close to his ear, tongue tracing the shell, teeth only just nibbling the lobe. Then his breath was leaving him hissed as the end of a thin chain trailed a teasing path along his neck. He gulped for air as it continued from his Adam’s apple down the line of his chest, straying to harden a nipple with its chilled links before making tantalizing circles above his bellybutton. He arched shakily towards it, cock only wanting friction when all the silver chain gave was water-like touches.
“How about you just fuck me,” Hiroto suggested hoarsely, licking his dry lips.
Tora only grinned wider, bringing the chain lower and letting it just trace the junction between Hiroto’s hip and thigh.
“Aw come on Pon. That wouldn’t be any fun now would it?” Hiroto gave a loud yelp as the cold chain quickly traveled up his erect length, briefly pooling at the slit before leaving him altogether.
Another plus of the basement, Tora thought.
“No one can hear you scream,” he sang.
Hiroto wondered just how long the torture was going to last. The chain felt like hot metal searing his skin, but it was cold and felt good and he really wanted more now, but the more he seemed to want the longer Tora took.
“Tora what the hell,” he groaned. His ear came in contact with something cold and wet as he jerked up and away from the metal links dancing around his entrance. Slick fingers pressed into him even as he clenched down on them; that damned chain tinkling against his skin and making him twitch, cold liquid from that something leaving a moist track on his ear.
Tora was forced to suppress his own groan as he prepared the other. It was hot in the basement, but his fingers engulfed in Hiroto were infinitely hotter. His own ache throbbed between his legs, droplets of sweat absorbed in the bedding. Concentrate. You’re the one in control here.
“Patience love.” The words blew from between pierced lips, chilling the wet in Hiroto’s ear and making Tora laugh as the other frantically rubbed it into a shoulder, trying to lessen the ticklish shudders. It seemed Tora was full of surprises today, breathtakingly so as something was placed on his chest.
If there was ever a time for his nipples to grow hands it would be now. He wouldn’t mind them growing eyes either, so long as he could find out what the hell was on him. As it was, Hiroto could only sit and wait as the cold object slowly puddled on his chest. The thing was cold as melting ice, not as slick, but oddly like it was sinking into him - consuming his mind with just how cold it was compared to everything else - a burning hole in his chest.
Lips came up to cover his broken complaint, the patch of skin now almost unbearably numb, before Tora was sliding the wet cold down, down, down his belly and between spread thighs. Hiroto’s eyes flew open beneath the blindfold as soon as the icy object began pushing into him.
His body tightened against the protrusion, attempting to keep the cold out, but nonetheless, it slid in easy with Tora’s help. He began to pull the blunt object in and out, back and forth, tilting it erratically and making Hiroto’s clenching insides deliciously cool. He wanted more, his body contracting to find some heat, some friction, but that only made the ache worse. He couldn’t feel the numbing toy inside of him and it was torture. Finally, an angled thrust in just the right spot had Hiroto crying out, head thrown back into the pillow, beside himself with this foreign pleasure he could feel and yet couldn’t.
“Fuck.” Tora was done with concentrating, done with teasing. Pulling out the device of torture, Tora quickly aligned himself and entered Hiroto in one smooth stroke. He swore loudly as cool flesh swallowed his arousal, doubling over as Hiroto muttered similar frantic nonsenses, warm flesh filling him, burning him.
They began to move with each other, the coolness of ice quickly replaced by the heat of passion. Somewhere along the way his blindfold had been ripped off, but Hiroto couldn’t think to care, couldn’t think to take in the sight of Tora working all slick skin and muscles above him when there was coldhot everywhere.
His orgasm took them both by surprise, the hand Tora had brought down to fist him abruptly coated in Hiroto’s release. All at once, the doorbell rang, its sound drifting clearly through the open basement door, freezing the snap of Tora’s hips as Hiroto continued to shudder around him.
“Oh hell no,” Tora growled, the doorbell echoing his words. Hiroto grinned mockingly beneath him, arms and legs splayed out in a sated mess.
“Aren’t you gonna get that? I’m a little tied up at the moment,” he slurred.
Giving Hiroto the worst glare he could muster (two seconds from release and surrounded by tightening muscles), Tora gave one last thrust hard enough to lift the other off the futon and deep enough to make his mouth open. Hiroto had to bite back a scream as his prostate was pressed into, heat flooding away the last of the cold inside of him.
“Shit.” Tora pulled out and untied Hiroto, using his shirt to wipe them both off.
“Aren’t you going to go get that?” Hiroto asked again once Tora was flopped back on the futon. He gave Hiroto a funny look, the doorbell had long since ceased.
“No. It’s our house. We can open the door whenever the hell we want, to whoever the hell we want.”
Laughing, Hiroto pointed at the edge of the bed. “No I mean that. Whatever the hell it is, it’s leaking.” Indignant face taking on a smirk, Tora reached over Hiroto to pick it up.
“This, my love, is not just any old thing” he emphasized his point by holding the “thing” at eyelevel. It looked suspiciously like a condom filled with water, its core still a hazy white ice. “This is a homemade device of pleasure made from the bottommost of my heart.”
Tora snorted, feigning a scandalized look when Hiroto immediately kicked the frozen condom out of his hand.
“What the hell?! You mean a dildo don’t- You planned this?!”
“With love my dear, with love!” Tora laughed as he dodged the angry limbs aimed his way.
“A frozen stick of ice!” Hiroto yelled, launching himself at the larger man who managed to slip past him and out the basement door. “Fix the A/C damnit!”
Another household perk, Tora thought as he quickly shoved a nearby bookcase in front of the door.
He’d let the squirrel out tomorrow. Maybe. Tora chuckled as he flicked the A/C on. The basement was like its own apartment anyways, what with the fridge and even a separate bathroom; a TV too now that he thought about. Either way it’d be amusing once Hiroto got out. Whether it was tomorrow or that night was up to one pair of scrawny, squirrel arms.
Reason #03
A/N:
LOL~ nothing here… I swear there’s a plot! If you put our fics side by side and squish them together one will fall out!
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