On Height and Differences - Tora/Hiroto [drabble]
Title: On Height and Differences
Author: beyondtheremix
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Tora/Hiroto
Band[s]: Alice Nine
Warning/Disclaimer: smut
Word Count: 200
Comment: There's a bit of a height difference, yes? And waistlines too, I'd imagine.
On Height and Differences
Today, Hiroto was irritatingly short. Tora didn't know what it was about Saturdays, but as he tipped the younger man's head back for a kiss he couldn't be inclined to bend down for it.
"You're too short," he grunted, letting go of silky hair and frowning.
Hiroto was usually one to protest (Tora liked them short and he was about as short as they came) but he couldn't find it in himself to do more than press down on warm, broad shoulders and reach for his kiss. And really, it wasn't his fault the other had decided to wear boots in the house. He pulled back and was about to say something, but then Tora twisted him around and pressed his hands into the counter.
He gasped.
Being short meant Tora had to lift Hiroto's feet clean off the floor so his ass was at the perfect height for fucking. It meant he was weightless, out of his mind, with no control. It felt good and he didn't mind being small. He didn't care that Tora had to push him around, move him bodily back and forth against his cock, tight heat slipping and sliding and hot.
He had Tora.
A/N:
He had Tora up his ass. LOL Oh procrastination. How you hound me so.
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Author: beyondtheremix
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Tora/Hiroto
Band[s]: Alice Nine
Warning/Disclaimer: smut
Word Count: 200
Comment: There's a bit of a height difference, yes? And waistlines too, I'd imagine.
On Height and Differences
Today, Hiroto was irritatingly short. Tora didn't know what it was about Saturdays, but as he tipped the younger man's head back for a kiss he couldn't be inclined to bend down for it.
"You're too short," he grunted, letting go of silky hair and frowning.
Hiroto was usually one to protest (Tora liked them short and he was about as short as they came) but he couldn't find it in himself to do more than press down on warm, broad shoulders and reach for his kiss. And really, it wasn't his fault the other had decided to wear boots in the house. He pulled back and was about to say something, but then Tora twisted him around and pressed his hands into the counter.
He gasped.
Being short meant Tora had to lift Hiroto's feet clean off the floor so his ass was at the perfect height for fucking. It meant he was weightless, out of his mind, with no control. It felt good and he didn't mind being small. He didn't care that Tora had to push him around, move him bodily back and forth against his cock, tight heat slipping and sliding and hot.
He had Tora.
A/N:
He had Tora up his ass. LOL Oh procrastination. How you hound me so.
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