8059challenge - Prompt 114 - Test on Monday
Challenge:
8059challenge 'Sex Anywhere, Sex Everywhere'
Prompt: 114: Intercom Room in a School
Fandom: Katekyo Hitman Reborn!
Pairing: TYL!8059
Rating: R (not TOO graphic)
Word Count: 610
Worksafe: Noooooo
Warnings: Well...pretty sure that there's some adult activity going on in this one. So...yeah. Oh, and there's a test on Monday.
Author's Note: I...totally screwed this one up. As you can see, the prompt was 'Intercom Room in a School'. Stupid me read it as just 'Intercom Room'. So, this went through 2 large(ish??) revisions and editing. It is still not the 'hawt', but that's fine with me. Maybe the next one? Also, this is probably closer to 23!8059. ALSO: AS WARNING. This is an adult oriented work of fiction. I've placed this under the 'Adult Concepts' flag so as long as you're 15 or older (right?) you can read this. I do not want to use the 'Adult Content' flag. My reason being that anyone 15 years or older has read/watched something of this nature, so hey.
"H-hurry up," one voice panted, quickly followed by a soft grunt from another. Gokudera was pushed up hard against the control panel in the principal's office of the college, shifting it slightly, with his arms wrapped around Yamamoto's neck, scrunching up his jacket between his clenched fingers. With no hesitation, Yamamoto hooked his arm under Gokudera's leg, lifting it up to wrap around his waist and positioned himself at Gokudera's entrance. So much for getting scholarship papers for I-Pin.
"You ready?" he asked, almost breathless. A bead of sweat rolled down the side of his face. He found himself abnormally impatient, but he supposed that running the risk of being caught was enough to make anyone hasty. His hands would be shaking if not for the firm hold on Gokudera's hips.
"Yes, just get in already," Gokudera urged.
Yamamoto let Gokudera drop a little as he thrust upwards, filling him in one stroke. He didn't move for a moment, allowing the two of them to adjust to the feeling. He felt Gokudera's leg tighten around him, and allowed Gokudera to breathe in and out heavily several times before Yamamoto began moving at all. Gokudera didn't say anything--he just pressed closer to Yamamoto. He gladly took that as his sign to move.
What little help Gokudera could offer, balancing between the control panel behind him and Yamamoto with just a foot to steady himself, he gave. Of course it wasn't much but Yamamoto seemed to be doing a fine job on his own. He slid in and out of Gokudera just in small increments, eliciting small and sharp breaths from him. Yamamoto turned his head a little to play with Gokudera's earrings, the flesh holding them still tender from the recent piercings.
"M-more...Ya-Yamamoto..." Gokudera panted. His fingers scratched at whatever they could find, his teeth digging in just slightly to Yamamoto's flesh at the base of his neck. Yamamoto thrust a little harder, trying to go deeper, and just a few moments later....
"Yamamo...moto.... I...."
In a flash and without much movement between the two, Yamamoto shed his black suit jacket and shoved it between them to catch any bodily fluid that would look highly suspicious covering their fronts. He could always fold his jacket over his arm without worry.
Yamamoto's hands grabbed at Gokudera's waist once more. He pushed him down hard and with a raspy moan Gokudera came, Yamamoto following soon after; except he managed to keep quiet with minimal noise.
The two's breathing was calming down, and Yamamoto snickered, pulling out of Gokudera. "I like it when you're louder."
Gokudera, however, scowled as he regained his footing. "Then fuck me harder next time."
"In all honesty, actually...."
There was a screeching noise accompanying the sudden voice, and rush of hurried words from different people after it. The voice continued.
"It would be greatly appreciated by all else residing here if you could keep that down to a minimum."
The voice belonged to an old man, and he did not sound like a happy old man. The voice was broadcasting through the whole of the college campus, and the eyes of Yamamoto and Gokudera widened horrifically. After sharing a look of fright, Gokudera moved away from the panel he leaned against. He and Yamamoto glanced around the board, and sure enough--the 'broadcast' switch was turned on.
Gokudera was at a loss for words which Yamamoto found a little saddening, but he grabbed the microphone with a smile, and asked loudly, "Tell me--did you all enjoy our show? And I hope you all paid attention: There'll be a test on Monday."
Students' groans echoed through the speakers.
8059challenge 'Sex Anywhere, Sex Everywhere'
Prompt: 114: Intercom Room in a School
Fandom: Katekyo Hitman Reborn!
Pairing: TYL!8059
Rating: R (not TOO graphic)
Word Count: 610
Worksafe: Noooooo
Warnings: Well...pretty sure that there's some adult activity going on in this one. So...yeah. Oh, and there's a test on Monday.
Author's Note: I...totally screwed this one up. As you can see, the prompt was 'Intercom Room in a School'. Stupid me read it as just 'Intercom Room'. So, this went through 2 large(ish??) revisions and editing. It is still not the 'hawt', but that's fine with me. Maybe the next one? Also, this is probably closer to 23!8059. ALSO: AS WARNING. This is an adult oriented work of fiction. I've placed this under the 'Adult Concepts' flag so as long as you're 15 or older (right?) you can read this. I do not want to use the 'Adult Content' flag. My reason being that anyone 15 years or older has read/watched something of this nature, so hey.
"H-hurry up," one voice panted, quickly followed by a soft grunt from another. Gokudera was pushed up hard against the control panel in the principal's office of the college, shifting it slightly, with his arms wrapped around Yamamoto's neck, scrunching up his jacket between his clenched fingers. With no hesitation, Yamamoto hooked his arm under Gokudera's leg, lifting it up to wrap around his waist and positioned himself at Gokudera's entrance. So much for getting scholarship papers for I-Pin.
"You ready?" he asked, almost breathless. A bead of sweat rolled down the side of his face. He found himself abnormally impatient, but he supposed that running the risk of being caught was enough to make anyone hasty. His hands would be shaking if not for the firm hold on Gokudera's hips.
"Yes, just get in already," Gokudera urged.
Yamamoto let Gokudera drop a little as he thrust upwards, filling him in one stroke. He didn't move for a moment, allowing the two of them to adjust to the feeling. He felt Gokudera's leg tighten around him, and allowed Gokudera to breathe in and out heavily several times before Yamamoto began moving at all. Gokudera didn't say anything--he just pressed closer to Yamamoto. He gladly took that as his sign to move.
What little help Gokudera could offer, balancing between the control panel behind him and Yamamoto with just a foot to steady himself, he gave. Of course it wasn't much but Yamamoto seemed to be doing a fine job on his own. He slid in and out of Gokudera just in small increments, eliciting small and sharp breaths from him. Yamamoto turned his head a little to play with Gokudera's earrings, the flesh holding them still tender from the recent piercings.
"M-more...Ya-Yamamoto..." Gokudera panted. His fingers scratched at whatever they could find, his teeth digging in just slightly to Yamamoto's flesh at the base of his neck. Yamamoto thrust a little harder, trying to go deeper, and just a few moments later....
"Yamamo...moto.... I...."
In a flash and without much movement between the two, Yamamoto shed his black suit jacket and shoved it between them to catch any bodily fluid that would look highly suspicious covering their fronts. He could always fold his jacket over his arm without worry.
Yamamoto's hands grabbed at Gokudera's waist once more. He pushed him down hard and with a raspy moan Gokudera came, Yamamoto following soon after; except he managed to keep quiet with minimal noise.
The two's breathing was calming down, and Yamamoto snickered, pulling out of Gokudera. "I like it when you're louder."
Gokudera, however, scowled as he regained his footing. "Then fuck me harder next time."
"In all honesty, actually...."
There was a screeching noise accompanying the sudden voice, and rush of hurried words from different people after it. The voice continued.
"It would be greatly appreciated by all else residing here if you could keep that down to a minimum."
The voice belonged to an old man, and he did not sound like a happy old man. The voice was broadcasting through the whole of the college campus, and the eyes of Yamamoto and Gokudera widened horrifically. After sharing a look of fright, Gokudera moved away from the panel he leaned against. He and Yamamoto glanced around the board, and sure enough--the 'broadcast' switch was turned on.
Gokudera was at a loss for words which Yamamoto found a little saddening, but he grabbed the microphone with a smile, and asked loudly, "Tell me--did you all enjoy our show? And I hope you all paid attention: There'll be a test on Monday."
Students' groans echoed through the speakers.