fic.
In response to this.
“We can’t do this,” he utters against Sora’s ear, pressed back against the wall. There is a muffled sound before Sora turns out the light, leaning in and brushing his lips over Kilik’s chin. It’s a little too easy, he realizes-too easy, as he slides his fingers down Sora’s torso to tug at his shirt, pulling it over his head and allowing it to fall against the floor.
“Better than the shower, that’s what you need to say,” Sora mutters.
Kilik tries to argue again, but Sora’s kissing him again. The other members of Sleeping Forest are just in the other room, and as Sora angles his head to deepen the kiss, Rika’s easy laughter echoes through the halls. The sound is almost encouraging as Sora’s fingers undo the belt holding up Kilik’s pants, unbuttoning and unzipping mere seconds later.
There is only one interruption while they struggle and press against one another. It’s Spitfire, promising that he doesn’t have a camera this time, but his arrival and exit make the boys rush through their actions, sloppy kisses and muttered casual statements between them and ending up in a weak pile on the floor.
“An’ now, you’re goin’ to give me my ratin’?” Sora asks, tilting his head so that black strands of hair fall in a mess against Kilik’s shoulder.
“Fifty one,” Kilik replies almost immediately. “You were able to help me reach climax, but the wall wasn’t a very comfortable place for either of us. And you shouldn’t have had the dominant advantage given our power.” His features don’t change as he sits there, merely angling his head to see Sora’s features change in response to the results.
“Guess I’ll just do better next time.” But it isn’t long before Sora’s doubled over with laughter.
“We can’t do this,” he utters against Sora’s ear, pressed back against the wall. There is a muffled sound before Sora turns out the light, leaning in and brushing his lips over Kilik’s chin. It’s a little too easy, he realizes-too easy, as he slides his fingers down Sora’s torso to tug at his shirt, pulling it over his head and allowing it to fall against the floor.
“Better than the shower, that’s what you need to say,” Sora mutters.
Kilik tries to argue again, but Sora’s kissing him again. The other members of Sleeping Forest are just in the other room, and as Sora angles his head to deepen the kiss, Rika’s easy laughter echoes through the halls. The sound is almost encouraging as Sora’s fingers undo the belt holding up Kilik’s pants, unbuttoning and unzipping mere seconds later.
There is only one interruption while they struggle and press against one another. It’s Spitfire, promising that he doesn’t have a camera this time, but his arrival and exit make the boys rush through their actions, sloppy kisses and muttered casual statements between them and ending up in a weak pile on the floor.
“An’ now, you’re goin’ to give me my ratin’?” Sora asks, tilting his head so that black strands of hair fall in a mess against Kilik’s shoulder.
“Fifty one,” Kilik replies almost immediately. “You were able to help me reach climax, but the wall wasn’t a very comfortable place for either of us. And you shouldn’t have had the dominant advantage given our power.” His features don’t change as he sits there, merely angling his head to see Sora’s features change in response to the results.
“Guess I’ll just do better next time.” But it isn’t long before Sora’s doubled over with laughter.