fic; joystick
Riku/Daisuke, I blame tiv, don't look at me like that. Not. Safe. For Work.
Her legs are long, and pale, and flawless. It’s kind of an inane thought, but right now, Daisuke has a very good view of those legs, so it doesn’t bother him too much. Riku’s feet are also making focusing on that line of thought or anything at all really difficult, which would have lead a less-distracted man to reflect he really should have believed her when she mentioned being able to use a joystick with her feet instead of wondering why you would even do that.
Riku’s toes flick over the top of the rather conspicuous bulge in his pants, and she smirks as Daisuke stammers over a moan, trying and failing to articulate that the couch isn’t a good place, the door isn’t locked, this is Gorou-san’s apartment anyway shouldn’t they really-
And then she smiles and sits up, kissing him silent and Daisuke can’t really remember how to think at all.
“I know.”
He doesn’t have time for complaints anymore, after that
Her legs are long, and pale, and flawless. It’s kind of an inane thought, but right now, Daisuke has a very good view of those legs, so it doesn’t bother him too much. Riku’s feet are also making focusing on that line of thought or anything at all really difficult, which would have lead a less-distracted man to reflect he really should have believed her when she mentioned being able to use a joystick with her feet instead of wondering why you would even do that.
Riku’s toes flick over the top of the rather conspicuous bulge in his pants, and she smirks as Daisuke stammers over a moan, trying and failing to articulate that the couch isn’t a good place, the door isn’t locked, this is Gorou-san’s apartment anyway shouldn’t they really-
And then she smiles and sits up, kissing him silent and Daisuke can’t really remember how to think at all.
“I know.”
He doesn’t have time for complaints anymore, after that