[Yukari squirms and is suddenly rather awake. She still isn't quite used to this whole "sleeping at night" thing (what sort of youkai sleeps at night? But Hakkai insists and she just can't resist him) and so she has been sleeping rather lightly.
Even so, she's still tired and her eyes are half-lidded when she turns to look at Hakkai.]
Re: action; NC-17 lolnecro_fantasiaAugust 21 2009, 07:20:44 UTC
[Ohohohoho, is that so?]
A dream?
[Yukari wriggles until she is facing him, and she's wearing that damn smile again. And she wraps a hand around his cock and squeezes, gently. Rubs the slit with her thumb and sighs. She can smell him, smell his arousal, and it's so sweet and familiar and lovely and she wants it, but she's too tired to fuck and if she sucks him off she'll have to brush her teeth again and she doesn't want to get out of bed because it's too comfortable here.
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[He only meant to get a drink from the kitchen. He only meant to get that cup of water and then go back to bed, press against Kakashi's side, maybe wrap an arm around his middle, maybe a leg against his leg too.
But now he is shaking, felt nerves sing from the sensation of having that done to Hakkai, of kissing Gojyo, of having Yukari's tongue and lips -
Oh god, he's never going to be able to look at Hakkai and Yukari or even Gojyo in the face for sometime now. There is absolutely zero chance of him seeing them and not turning into all shades of red, or over-steaming ...
And Hakkai's love for his wife ...
Iruka is crawling in to bed in under a minute, climbing over Kakashi and feeling the heat that isn't just from the summer evening. He doesn't even wait and just kisses him in the neck, tongue against the hollow of his throat.
Iruka's lips are against his throat, and Kakashi almost hadn't even felt him leave the bed. Too exhausted, too drained from Gai's ridiculous challenge.
Twenty-four hours of sex will do that to you.
Crashing from a soldier pill will, too.
His arm feels too heavy when he lifts it, fingers threading through brown hair. ]
[He crashed faster than Kakashi did earlier and he is currently running high on adrenaline, nothing more. The hormonal trigger isn't helping things either. He doesn't move much, his back side too tender and he's is so tired but -
Well, this feels good. So Iruka shifts a bit more so that he's lying completely on top of Kakashi.
And he wants to go back to sleep but knows that he should take care of his problem. It'll help knock him out completely till the next afternoon at least. Or help.]
[ And Kakashi feels something nudging against him and he's a little surprised given how exhausted they both were. His fingers stroke lightly as he bends his face down a bit, his lips brushing lightly over Iruka's forehead. ]
Aren't you tired?
[ His voice is gravely and thick with sleep and exhaustion, and sleep is trying to press itself down on his eyes even now.
His arm winds down around his lover's waist and he shifts them. Rolls them over, so they're lying side by side, facing each other with their legs tangled. ]
This really isn't the sort of thing he needs to see right now, when she's asleep only steps away and the only thing that's stopping him from setting down his tools and going to her is his own self-restraint.
And that is terribly strained, because now all he can think of is sliding that demure little nightgown he knows she's wearing at that very moment off of her and drinking in every inch of pale skin that lies beneath it, and of letting his fingers drift over soft curves so that he can draw out more of her whimpers and sighs, those sweet sounds of pleasure that he simply can't get enough of. And when his lips would follow the path down her body that his fingers had taken, he would whisper against her skin just how beautiful she is, and how much he desires her. But whispers simply wouldn't be enough, so he'd use his hands and his lips, and then the rest of himself, to show her just how much he loves her in a way that words simply never could fully express
( ... )
[Gai watches the dream with undeniable pleasure, and some arousal--it is, after all, his husband he's watching being sucked off, and Hakkai and Yukari are certainly far from being unattractive, as well. Maybe he should be jealous; Hakkai and Yukari are already married, and that's his husband they're inviting over for--or rather, tricking into--a threesome.]
[He finds instead, however, (aside from how damned erotic the dream is) that it's actually rather sweet. Yukari was doing what was best for her husband, Gojyo was concerned for his friend, and Gojyo and Hakkai.... well, they were bonding and cementing their friendship on levels deeper still than they had ever explored together. He smiles at the screen.] You certainly have quite a vigorously youthful imagination, Hakkai-san!
[Trust him, he knows all about surprises and imagination from yesterday's challenge....] I'm sure! The depths of the human heart and spirit are truly amazing things, full of wonders and surprises, are they not? Courage and beauty and strength beyond our wildest dreams can miraculously spring forth when we least suspect them!
[Perhaps Hakkai's poor mind was just so disappointed by not getting to witness the challenge that it cooked up this dream in retaliation. Or something.]
The human heart and spirit are capable of many things. [Still he smiles, but there's a quiet, grim edge in the undertone of his words.]
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Even so, she's still tired and her eyes are half-lidded when she turns to look at Hakkai.]
Hm?
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I just had the strangest dream...
[Realizes realizing his hard-on is pressing her butt.]
Ah. I apologize.
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A dream?
[Yukari wriggles until she is facing him, and she's wearing that damn smile again. And she wraps a hand around his cock and squeezes, gently. Rubs the slit with her thumb and sighs. She can smell him, smell his arousal, and it's so sweet and familiar and lovely and she wants it, but she's too tired to fuck and if she sucks him off she'll have to brush her teeth again and she doesn't want to get out of bed because it's too comfortable here.
So she just smiles indulgently and nuzzles him.]
What sort of dream~?
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A dream about you.
[Hakkai sighs quietly, apparently content with a handjob for the time being.]
And... mmh.
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But now he is shaking, felt nerves sing from the sensation of having that done to Hakkai, of kissing Gojyo, of having Yukari's tongue and lips -
Oh god, he's never going to be able to look at Hakkai and Yukari or even Gojyo in the face for sometime now. There is absolutely zero chance of him seeing them and not turning into all shades of red, or over-steaming ...
And Hakkai's love for his wife ...
Iruka is crawling in to bed in under a minute, climbing over Kakashi and feeling the heat that isn't just from the summer evening. He doesn't even wait and just kisses him in the neck, tongue against the hollow of his throat.
Damn these devices.]
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Iruka's lips are against his throat, and Kakashi almost hadn't even felt him leave the bed. Too exhausted, too drained from Gai's ridiculous challenge.
Twenty-four hours of sex will do that to you.
Crashing from a soldier pill will, too.
His arm feels too heavy when he lifts it, fingers threading through brown hair. ]
Iruka...?
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Well, this feels good. So Iruka shifts a bit more so that he's lying completely on top of Kakashi.
And he wants to go back to sleep but knows that he should take care of his problem. It'll help knock him out completely till the next afternoon at least. Or help.]
Hmm?
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Aren't you tired?
[ His voice is gravely and thick with sleep and exhaustion, and sleep is trying to press itself down on his eyes even now.
His arm winds down around his lover's waist and he shifts them. Rolls them over, so they're lying side by side, facing each other with their legs tangled. ]
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This really isn't the sort of thing he needs to see right now, when she's asleep only steps away and the only thing that's stopping him from setting down his tools and going to her is his own self-restraint.
And that is terribly strained, because now all he can think of is sliding that demure little nightgown he knows she's wearing at that very moment off of her and drinking in every inch of pale skin that lies beneath it, and of letting his fingers drift over soft curves so that he can draw out more of her whimpers and sighs, those sweet sounds of pleasure that he simply can't get enough of. And when his lips would follow the path down her body that his fingers had taken, he would whisper against her skin just how beautiful she is, and how much he desires her. But whispers simply wouldn't be enough, so he'd use his hands and his lips, and then the rest of himself, to show her just how much he loves her in a way that words simply never could fully express ( ... )
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[He finds instead, however, (aside from how damned erotic the dream is) that it's actually rather sweet. Yukari was doing what was best for her husband, Gojyo was concerned for his friend, and Gojyo and Hakkai.... well, they were bonding and cementing their friendship on levels deeper still than they had ever explored together. He smiles at the screen.] You certainly have quite a vigorously youthful imagination, Hakkai-san!
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It surprises even me, much of the time...
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The human heart and spirit are capable of many things. [Still he smiles, but there's a quiet, grim edge in the undertone of his words.]
I'm thankful you're not angry.
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