Fingers Fetish
Fingers Fetish, Hikaru/Inoo
Inoo always got praises on his fingers, his long, slender and beautiful fingers. He couldn’t deny he didn’t like his fingers either way. A little secret to be told, he loved his fingers the best of his whole body, that’s why he put extra care to them.
However, there are fingers he loved more than his’.
Inoo glanced to those fingers, those long and calloused fingers, which looked so firm every time it picked on strings. He just loved how every muscle on that hand moved along rhythmically with every beat. The scene was beautiful so Inoo couldn’t help but recorded every single second on his brains so he could play it on his brain in slow motion.
But he never got enough only by watching. Inoo wanted more. So in the certain fine day, in his usual randomness pattern (and he thanked God because his band mate didn’t question about his randomness anymore) he asked Hikaru to pat him in head, casually telling him just because he wanted it.
And it turned out better than he expected. When those fingers pressed to his hair, Inoo felt his blood rushed north and swirled around in the place where Hikaru touched it. It was weird, indeed, but good in any way possible. Furthermore when Hikaru pressed his scalp gently, Inoo could feel his heart skipped a beat.
“Something wrong?” asked Hikaru as Inoo didn’t say anything for ten seconds.
Inoo shook his head. He could feel Hikaru’s fingers just a centi above his ear, its rough and calloused tip brushed the tip of his ear. It was nice.
“Don’t stop,” said Inoo when those fingers started moving away, “I don’t tell you to stop.”
Hikaru’s mouth opened as if wanted to question something but he halted. In the end he only shrugged and continued rubbing Inoo’s hair gently.
Inoo wanted time were stopped for a while.
Inoo always got praises on his fingers, his long, slender and beautiful fingers. He couldn’t deny he didn’t like his fingers either way. A little secret to be told, he loved his fingers the best of his whole body, that’s why he put extra care to them.
However, there are fingers he loved more than his’.
Inoo glanced to those fingers, those long and calloused fingers, which looked so firm every time it picked on strings. He just loved how every muscle on that hand moved along rhythmically with every beat. The scene was beautiful so Inoo couldn’t help but recorded every single second on his brains so he could play it on his brain in slow motion.
But he never got enough only by watching. Inoo wanted more. So in the certain fine day, in his usual randomness pattern (and he thanked God because his band mate didn’t question about his randomness anymore) he asked Hikaru to pat him in head, casually telling him just because he wanted it.
And it turned out better than he expected. When those fingers pressed to his hair, Inoo felt his blood rushed north and swirled around in the place where Hikaru touched it. It was weird, indeed, but good in any way possible. Furthermore when Hikaru pressed his scalp gently, Inoo could feel his heart skipped a beat.
“Something wrong?” asked Hikaru as Inoo didn’t say anything for ten seconds.
Inoo shook his head. He could feel Hikaru’s fingers just a centi above his ear, its rough and calloused tip brushed the tip of his ear. It was nice.
“Don’t stop,” said Inoo when those fingers started moving away, “I don’t tell you to stop.”
Hikaru’s mouth opened as if wanted to question something but he halted. In the end he only shrugged and continued rubbing Inoo’s hair gently.
Inoo wanted time were stopped for a while.