Bottle Blonde
Title: Bottle Blonde
Pairing: tackey x tsubasa
Rating: R
Summary: Takki is blonde; Tsubasa likes :)
“Mmm,” Tsubasa purred appreciatively.
“Pardon?” Hideaki squeaked. There was something dangerous in how Tsubasa was eying him that made him feel very much exposed and naked. He shivered. Tsubasa was smiling sweetly at him - too sweetly.
“You know what they say about blondes?” Tsubasa reached a hand up and twirled a long strand of Hideaki’s hair around his finger.
Hideaki gulped. In the space of two seconds, Tsubasa had crossed the room (damn those long legs) and oddly enough, he found his back against the wall. He blinked mutely at Tsubasa in confusion. Flirting protocol dictated that he should probably be saying something witty right about now, but he was having a difficult time stringing thoughts together that did not involve a combination of the words Tsubasa, hot, and sex.
Luckily, Tsubasa found a solution to his dilemma -
Hideaki leaned eagerly into the kiss, whimpering in frustration when Tsubasa backed off.
“Shhh,” Tsubasa murmured, tracing a finger across Hideaki’s lower lip. He shivered again, this time, tense with anticipation. Tsubasa enjoyed these cat and mouse games too much. He wasn’t going to admit it, but he quite fancied them as well.
They stared intently at each other. It was a battle of wills, one that he usually only put up a token resistance for as defeat was a sweet pleasure in and of itself. Finally, unable to wait any longer, he gave in. “Please,” he whispered.
Tsubasa grinned in triumph. Entwining his fingers in Hideaki’s hair, he restarted the kiss, the pace tortuously slow. Hideaki lost himself happily in the moment - in the feel of soft lips moving against his, in the taste of mint chapstick and in the maddening thrill of chasing Tsubasa’s tongue.
It ended as abruptly as it started. Hideaki opened his eyes reluctantly. Tsubasa had untangled his hands and taken two steps back. He fought the urge to reach out for Tsubasa; past experience had taught him well that when his partner was in one of his playful moods, any proceedings were going to be at Tsubasa's pace or not happen at all.
“They have more fun.”
Hideaki didn’t have too much time to parse the meaning of Tsubasa’s statement. He was touching him again - more specifically, running his palm along the length of his clothed erection, causing all rational thought to abandon ship again in his head. By the time he managed to croak out a confused What? Tsubasa had sauntered off around the corner.
Luckily, Tsubasa had the courtesy to poke his head back around the hallway. “Well, are you coming to bed or do I have to drag you?” he said with a smirk.
Hideaki squeaked with joy and scrambled to catch up. He still wasn’t sure what had happened, but he knew a good thing when he heard it.
Pairing: tackey x tsubasa
Rating: R
Summary: Takki is blonde; Tsubasa likes :)
“Mmm,” Tsubasa purred appreciatively.
“Pardon?” Hideaki squeaked. There was something dangerous in how Tsubasa was eying him that made him feel very much exposed and naked. He shivered. Tsubasa was smiling sweetly at him - too sweetly.
“You know what they say about blondes?” Tsubasa reached a hand up and twirled a long strand of Hideaki’s hair around his finger.
Hideaki gulped. In the space of two seconds, Tsubasa had crossed the room (damn those long legs) and oddly enough, he found his back against the wall. He blinked mutely at Tsubasa in confusion. Flirting protocol dictated that he should probably be saying something witty right about now, but he was having a difficult time stringing thoughts together that did not involve a combination of the words Tsubasa, hot, and sex.
Luckily, Tsubasa found a solution to his dilemma -
Hideaki leaned eagerly into the kiss, whimpering in frustration when Tsubasa backed off.
“Shhh,” Tsubasa murmured, tracing a finger across Hideaki’s lower lip. He shivered again, this time, tense with anticipation. Tsubasa enjoyed these cat and mouse games too much. He wasn’t going to admit it, but he quite fancied them as well.
They stared intently at each other. It was a battle of wills, one that he usually only put up a token resistance for as defeat was a sweet pleasure in and of itself. Finally, unable to wait any longer, he gave in. “Please,” he whispered.
Tsubasa grinned in triumph. Entwining his fingers in Hideaki’s hair, he restarted the kiss, the pace tortuously slow. Hideaki lost himself happily in the moment - in the feel of soft lips moving against his, in the taste of mint chapstick and in the maddening thrill of chasing Tsubasa’s tongue.
It ended as abruptly as it started. Hideaki opened his eyes reluctantly. Tsubasa had untangled his hands and taken two steps back. He fought the urge to reach out for Tsubasa; past experience had taught him well that when his partner was in one of his playful moods, any proceedings were going to be at Tsubasa's pace or not happen at all.
“They have more fun.”
Hideaki didn’t have too much time to parse the meaning of Tsubasa’s statement. He was touching him again - more specifically, running his palm along the length of his clothed erection, causing all rational thought to abandon ship again in his head. By the time he managed to croak out a confused What? Tsubasa had sauntered off around the corner.
Luckily, Tsubasa had the courtesy to poke his head back around the hallway. “Well, are you coming to bed or do I have to drag you?” he said with a smirk.
Hideaki squeaked with joy and scrambled to catch up. He still wasn’t sure what had happened, but he knew a good thing when he heard it.