PoT: PWP: Ration
Title: 分(Ration)
Pairing: Silver Pair
Series: Prince of Tennis
Disclaimer: ...ehehehe...
Rating: ...there were four entries to the smut meme, and this was the second.
Notes: this one was pretty long already, so there was editing, but very little adding. ^^; And also, I feel as if I failed on the ice cream, but, well, we try.
Request: Silver Pair, sex in the car. Bonus points for dripping ice cream. (Bwahahaha, I get bonus points!)
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分(Ration)
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It wasn't that Ootori didn't like ice cream. It was getting a little cold for it outside--well, it was a lot cold for it, which was probably why no-one else was at the lookout hill, and even the ice cream vendor had looked at them like they were crazy, but Ootori thought that a cone tasted nice no matter what the weather was like, and to his delight, Shishido-san always humored him. Mukahi-san accused him of being boring for liking vanilla, but the clean sweetness of it was so refreshing--you could dress it up, but why bother?
But eating ice cream got very uncomfortable when Shishido had finished his strawberry cone in four quick bites, a few crunches, and a slurp, and just... settled down to stare.
"You're watching me again," he accused with a frown, leaning against the side of Shishido's parents' battered old Mitsubishi Galant, and ducking his head to capture a stray droplet of vanilla that had escaped onto his fingers when he'd moved.
Oh. Wait. Maybe that was... not so much the right move.
Shishido-san's mouth was smiling, he could see that, but those fierce cobalt eyes... well, that could be a smile, if he were being... very, very loose about his definitions. And, well, who knew--maybe panthers did smile at prey. "Yeah." The grin widened, and that teasing, tempting tongue flickered over that lovely, kissable little dip of his senpai's upper lip. "That a problem?"
Ootori sighed, and turned away to give his ice cream a desultory lick. It wasn't that he didn't like it when his boyfriend looked at him like that... that was the problem, actually, when Shishido-san's every single emotion, every last hint of heat, every desire lit up that smile and those eyes... and how could any person with working eyes not want to... to... well, respond to that, to put it politely?
Sometimes, he wondered if Shishido Ryou was just a little bit of a masochist. Or maybe a sadist. You could be both, couldn't you? "Shishido-san, my mother is home, and your brother is home. And they won't let two men into love hotels... even if we did have the money. You know that."
And it was a good thing that he'd decided to research that, rather than just going ahead with it like his senpai had suggested. He definitely didn't mind having a boyfriend or being a boyfriend, but Shishido-san just didn't think, sometimes, that other people could have problems with them being boyfriends. It was...
Well, actually, if he was going to be honest with himself, it made his stomach melt with how little Shishido cared what anyone random stranger thought about them, and how much he loved his senpai.
But not enough that he really wanted to be kicked out of a love hotel.
At least he sounded as chiding as he'd wanted to, rather than as disappointed as he actually was. With Shishido's older brother studying for exams... he'd been home a lot these days, and since Ootori's mother didn't work, well... he didn't think he'd miss the caresses, the way those eyes looked when they were sleepy with knowing and bright with desire, the sleek hot of Shishido's mouth on him, the strange sweet connection of being opened and filled, even if it was uncomfortable at first. He definitely hadn't imagined that he'd find himself reaching for the lube, some nights, only to discover that his slimmer fingers didn't feel quite as good within him without the coarse rasp of his partner's voice, the feel of teeth tugging on his earlobe, the deeper ache of someone else's skin against his own.
Shishido nudged him with a hip--Ootori just barely managed to push down a shiver at the familiar contact-- and shrugged. "We could try to be quiet."
Ootori raised both of his eyebrows, and teased his tongue around the rim of his cone, a long slow liquid slide, a flick here, those eyes following every tiny motion and his partner's pupils dilating out to the thinnest rim of cobalt. At least if he were going to be sadistic, it was for a good reason.
Quiet? Them? He did believe in effort, but he didn't believe that people were really meant to fight against forces of nature.
"...Ah, fuck," but Shishido's voice was half a caress, half a growl. "Tease." Tease? Pot calling kettle, making the offer at all! "Okay, okay, maybe not. But... hm." Uh-oh. There was that grin again. Ootori closed his eyes. That smile, he sometimes thought, should have been classified as an illegal aphrodisiac. "Get in the car, Choutarou."
He almost slid right down the side of the vehicle in sheer relief--his body was just going to have to live with second-best, at least for a little while. Shishido-san was going to drop him home, go home himself, and, well, they'd call each other the moment they were both safely in their bathrooms. It wasn't enough--it wasn't nearly enough--but it'd do, for now. At least that way, he'd be able to hear his boyfriend's and partner's husky growl, the way his voice rasped when he... ah, gods, Shishido sounded so amazingly sexy when he came.
He knew he was supposed to be the controlled one, of them--the one who put on the brakes because it was sensible, sensible, sensible, but when his partner drove all the sense out of his head, what was a boy to do?
Ootori nodded, and reached for the passenger door--
"Oh, no you don't." Shishido's voice was deep and throaty and... amused. "Where d'you think you're going?"
He blinked--then again, raising an eyebrow at his boyfriend gestured to the back seat, wearing mischief on his face more clearly than he wore his hat on his head. Oh. Oh. "Shishido-san..." he'd grown another three inches or so in the two years since they'd become partners, and Shishido'd hit his own growth spurt in his freshman year in high school. He looked at the car, did a quick calculation in his head, and... "Oh. No. This... is not a good idea."
Both those cocky eyebrows went up, and that smile trembled through him like a hot draft in winter. "You got a better one?"
He almost opened his mouth to suggest that they both get a little self-control--because if he said it, then maybe it'd even be true and he'd stop being really, really tempted by the ridiculous proposition; if he kneeled on that seat, he'd be bent fully double, and how was anyone supposed to... except then there was a firm hand cupping him right through his jeans, stroking around the hard-on he'd really, really been trying to ignore, and his eyes halfway rolled back in his head.
"Y'know..." he'd have been offended by the hint of laughter in his partner's deep voice if he hadn't been trying to breathe and keep from dropping the last of the ice cream at the same time, "For someone so smart... Choutarou, when you've got a woody, people know, alright?"
He wasn't entirely sure he liked knowing that, but a few mind-bendingly slow strokes later, he was sitting in the back seat squirming, the fly of his pants open, Shishido-san's mouth on his, and... and what was... his eyes widened. They kept lube hidden under the floor mats, but... oh. Oh.
It didn't quite register what was happening--after all, he still had his pants on--when his boyfriend poured lube on his fingers. It still didn't quite register when he realised that Shishido'd shucked his own jeans onto the floor, followed by his boxers--Shishido-san had always been much faster at getting out of his clothes, and his partner was reaching behind himself.
But when he saw the initial instant of penetration in his partner's eyes before Shishido leaned forwards and took his mouth... he understood.
If that was what he looked like when he was sliding fingers into himself--Shishido-san's mouth just a little parted, his eyes sleepy as they kissed, and he couldn't see the fingers but he knew that rhythm... no wonder Shishido-san always liked watching him do that.
"Shishido-san, but... you..." it'd been a long time since they'd done it that way--a long time, not since, well, they'd found out just how much they liked it the other way around.
"Shh." Shishido-san smirked at him. "Too much talking. Eat your ice cream."
He was supposed to eat ice cream when his partner was kneeling over him, wearing the sexiest expression Ootori had ever seen and no pants, with his hand on Ootori's cock and his fingers inside himself rather than inside Ootori?! "But..."
But then Shishido poured lube on him, and he almost yelped COLD! and this time when his partner's hand came back there were no more coherent words. And he'd dropped the ice cream onto his own shoulder, the cold drip of it was almost as unpleasant as that initial shock of car-cold lube...
...except just as there was a strong hand warming up that lube on him very nicely, thank you very much, there was a pair of lips and a smooth, teasing tongue doing away with every last drop of vanilla.
He managed to think, very hazily, through the brightness behind his eyelids, that Shishido-san hated vanilla ice cream.
Obviously not an important detail right now. Not when his partner had changed position somewhere along the whole process, and the hand that had been stroking him, slicking him, was now... holding him, and he'd have wanted to keep his eyes open when he felt the pressure build just at his tip, then slide free, every inch almost too much, almost, but oh, it was hard!
It gave him just a little more respect for his partner's willpower--Shishido-san always watched.
The low, loud moan when he cocked his hips just a little upwards, just the way he liked the angle when his boyfriend was filling him from underneath, made him half-smile, though. He wrenched his eyes just the slightest sliver open, through the purringly lovely sensation of sliding into Shishido's body--
--at least until Shishido canted his head back and, in doing so, whacked his head on the roof of the car.
Ootori gasped. Well, okay, maybe part of that was because the shock of contact had slid his partner that last few inches down on him, and oh, oh gods he'd absolutely forgotten how that felt like, a fast stroke like that, the pressure around him hot and throbbing through his every vein, even louder than the sound of his heartbeat. "Shishido-san! Are you--"
"Shut it." Shishido-san had his eyes closed, and Ootori sympathised, really he did--it really did feel... well, a little odd, stinging, and it'd been a long time since they'd done it this way. He always managed to convince himself that being inside his partner wouldn't be any different from his hand, or Shishido's hand--but oh, oh yes it was different, tighter, more complete than anyone's hands could be.
"Oh, man, the look on your face, Choutarou. Still think this wasn't a good idea?" Shishido-san's eyes were still a little tight around the corners, but that mouth was turned up in that same fierce, triumphant smile.
"Don't you dare complain tomorrow when you've got a bump on your head!" he retorted--or tried, but halfway across 'complain' his sempai went silky tight around him, and the rest was mostly lost in the streak of lightning that went down his spine, the way his hips jerked and he almost brained himself against the seat back.
But Shishido's breath was half a sigh and half a snarl, his breathing harsh and hot across Ootori's cheek--still tilting with laughter when he purred, "You hear me complaining, Choutarou?"
He was sure he could have thought of something--something--to say to that... except then Shishido-san was moving on him, and all he could do was let the lightning take him in fast, hot strokes. And maybe the car was rocking, and maybe one or both of them was making too much noise, but with that sleek power riding on him, around him... he had strong hands clamped on his shoulders and just barely enough presence of mind to reach down to grasp Shishido's cock.
Though from the way his senpai was riding him, mouth half-open and eyes aflame... he wasn't all that sure that Shishido-san would need it.
Shishido-san's breath hissed in his ear at that touch, though, just barely recognisable as his name--but if that was because his own hips had jerked up at feeling that firm, slick heat cupped in his hands, or because of the contact, or because of the sound of his blood rushing in his ears, drowning out the slap of their bodies...
He was gone, coming hard with his one hand pressing down on his partner's hip to keep them deep together, his other sliding over his partner's cock, and just as his own spasms started to die down--just barely...
Oh. Oh. If anything... the sight of Shishido-san riding him, head back and hair tousled and body taut, mouth open and eyes more than a little wild when he howled, "Chouta-ah!"
If this never, ever happened again, he'd still remember that expression for the rest of his life.
As it was, it wrung another spasm from him, and it was another few seconds before he registered the pressure on his shoulder as being his partner's head... and that brief swipe of a tongue across a last bit of ice cream. "Oh. Fuck." Shishido's voice was a little hoarse, but... almost chagrined. "Man, I forgot... what that was like."
Ootori shivered--he wasn't sure if it was the tongue across his oversensitive skin, or... or... "You... like it? Being..." well, he couldn't exactly call it being bottom, because Shishido-san on his lap definitely wasn't bottom, and...
"You kidding? What part of me coming all over you did you miss?" It was a shadow of the dangerous smile, but there was something warmer in it, too, when his senpai raised his head--and waggled his eyebrows. Ootori almost, almost laughed. "Sure, it's weird at the beginning--but man, Choutarou, you should see the look on your face when you're inside me."
"...oh." He should have let it go at that--he really should have, but... but there were long, clever fingers undoing the buttons of his shirt, and each tiny little flick was catching in his throat. They'd never done it clothed before, and the thin cloth had been starting to stick unpleasantly to his skin--he didn't think his boyfriend realised just how synchronised they were, sometimes. "But... I thought... you said..."
"Yeah, well." He felt the smile against his shoulder when Shishido-san dropped his head again, and felt himself breathe just a little too hard when the smile came with a hint of teeth against newly bare skin. No... it was definitely the sensation of that mouth on his skin that was making him feel that way. "I was fifteen, and I was being dumb and macho." Ootori's lips twitched; he didn't think his partner was dumb, but it wasn't the time to inform Shishido-san that he was still--sometimes--very macho. "Besides, you really seemed to like it, me being inside you."
"Well... I did. Do." Oh, yes, very much, please... but he wasn't going to say that.
"Well, then." And then, a few seconds later... it just wasn't fair how that smile could do that to him even when he couldn't see it. "Hey, Choutarou. Wanna try it the other way?" And, as if there was any doubt... he purred, deep in his throat, in that velvet voice that Ootori had never, ever been able to resist, "Me deep inside you, partner."
Ootori decided that Shishido Ryou definitely was a sadist.
It really wasn't a good idea. It really, really wasn't, they were almost the same height but his legs were still a lot longer than his partner's, and as it was Shishido-san had hit himself on the roof; there was ice cream on the car seats that they really needed to clean up and come on both their bodies. It wasn't--
But he heard himself whisper "...yes, please," all the same.
~owari~
May 22, 2007
Pairing: Silver Pair
Series: Prince of Tennis
Disclaimer: ...ehehehe...
Rating: ...there were four entries to the smut meme, and this was the second.
Notes: this one was pretty long already, so there was editing, but very little adding. ^^; And also, I feel as if I failed on the ice cream, but, well, we try.
Request: Silver Pair, sex in the car. Bonus points for dripping ice cream. (Bwahahaha, I get bonus points!)
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It wasn't that Ootori didn't like ice cream. It was getting a little cold for it outside--well, it was a lot cold for it, which was probably why no-one else was at the lookout hill, and even the ice cream vendor had looked at them like they were crazy, but Ootori thought that a cone tasted nice no matter what the weather was like, and to his delight, Shishido-san always humored him. Mukahi-san accused him of being boring for liking vanilla, but the clean sweetness of it was so refreshing--you could dress it up, but why bother?
But eating ice cream got very uncomfortable when Shishido had finished his strawberry cone in four quick bites, a few crunches, and a slurp, and just... settled down to stare.
"You're watching me again," he accused with a frown, leaning against the side of Shishido's parents' battered old Mitsubishi Galant, and ducking his head to capture a stray droplet of vanilla that had escaped onto his fingers when he'd moved.
Oh. Wait. Maybe that was... not so much the right move.
Shishido-san's mouth was smiling, he could see that, but those fierce cobalt eyes... well, that could be a smile, if he were being... very, very loose about his definitions. And, well, who knew--maybe panthers did smile at prey. "Yeah." The grin widened, and that teasing, tempting tongue flickered over that lovely, kissable little dip of his senpai's upper lip. "That a problem?"
Ootori sighed, and turned away to give his ice cream a desultory lick. It wasn't that he didn't like it when his boyfriend looked at him like that... that was the problem, actually, when Shishido-san's every single emotion, every last hint of heat, every desire lit up that smile and those eyes... and how could any person with working eyes not want to... to... well, respond to that, to put it politely?
Sometimes, he wondered if Shishido Ryou was just a little bit of a masochist. Or maybe a sadist. You could be both, couldn't you? "Shishido-san, my mother is home, and your brother is home. And they won't let two men into love hotels... even if we did have the money. You know that."
And it was a good thing that he'd decided to research that, rather than just going ahead with it like his senpai had suggested. He definitely didn't mind having a boyfriend or being a boyfriend, but Shishido-san just didn't think, sometimes, that other people could have problems with them being boyfriends. It was...
Well, actually, if he was going to be honest with himself, it made his stomach melt with how little Shishido cared what anyone random stranger thought about them, and how much he loved his senpai.
But not enough that he really wanted to be kicked out of a love hotel.
At least he sounded as chiding as he'd wanted to, rather than as disappointed as he actually was. With Shishido's older brother studying for exams... he'd been home a lot these days, and since Ootori's mother didn't work, well... he didn't think he'd miss the caresses, the way those eyes looked when they were sleepy with knowing and bright with desire, the sleek hot of Shishido's mouth on him, the strange sweet connection of being opened and filled, even if it was uncomfortable at first. He definitely hadn't imagined that he'd find himself reaching for the lube, some nights, only to discover that his slimmer fingers didn't feel quite as good within him without the coarse rasp of his partner's voice, the feel of teeth tugging on his earlobe, the deeper ache of someone else's skin against his own.
Shishido nudged him with a hip--Ootori just barely managed to push down a shiver at the familiar contact-- and shrugged. "We could try to be quiet."
Ootori raised both of his eyebrows, and teased his tongue around the rim of his cone, a long slow liquid slide, a flick here, those eyes following every tiny motion and his partner's pupils dilating out to the thinnest rim of cobalt. At least if he were going to be sadistic, it was for a good reason.
Quiet? Them? He did believe in effort, but he didn't believe that people were really meant to fight against forces of nature.
"...Ah, fuck," but Shishido's voice was half a caress, half a growl. "Tease." Tease? Pot calling kettle, making the offer at all! "Okay, okay, maybe not. But... hm." Uh-oh. There was that grin again. Ootori closed his eyes. That smile, he sometimes thought, should have been classified as an illegal aphrodisiac. "Get in the car, Choutarou."
He almost slid right down the side of the vehicle in sheer relief--his body was just going to have to live with second-best, at least for a little while. Shishido-san was going to drop him home, go home himself, and, well, they'd call each other the moment they were both safely in their bathrooms. It wasn't enough--it wasn't nearly enough--but it'd do, for now. At least that way, he'd be able to hear his boyfriend's and partner's husky growl, the way his voice rasped when he... ah, gods, Shishido sounded so amazingly sexy when he came.
He knew he was supposed to be the controlled one, of them--the one who put on the brakes because it was sensible, sensible, sensible, but when his partner drove all the sense out of his head, what was a boy to do?
Ootori nodded, and reached for the passenger door--
"Oh, no you don't." Shishido's voice was deep and throaty and... amused. "Where d'you think you're going?"
He blinked--then again, raising an eyebrow at his boyfriend gestured to the back seat, wearing mischief on his face more clearly than he wore his hat on his head. Oh. Oh. "Shishido-san..." he'd grown another three inches or so in the two years since they'd become partners, and Shishido'd hit his own growth spurt in his freshman year in high school. He looked at the car, did a quick calculation in his head, and... "Oh. No. This... is not a good idea."
Both those cocky eyebrows went up, and that smile trembled through him like a hot draft in winter. "You got a better one?"
He almost opened his mouth to suggest that they both get a little self-control--because if he said it, then maybe it'd even be true and he'd stop being really, really tempted by the ridiculous proposition; if he kneeled on that seat, he'd be bent fully double, and how was anyone supposed to... except then there was a firm hand cupping him right through his jeans, stroking around the hard-on he'd really, really been trying to ignore, and his eyes halfway rolled back in his head.
"Y'know..." he'd have been offended by the hint of laughter in his partner's deep voice if he hadn't been trying to breathe and keep from dropping the last of the ice cream at the same time, "For someone so smart... Choutarou, when you've got a woody, people know, alright?"
He wasn't entirely sure he liked knowing that, but a few mind-bendingly slow strokes later, he was sitting in the back seat squirming, the fly of his pants open, Shishido-san's mouth on his, and... and what was... his eyes widened. They kept lube hidden under the floor mats, but... oh. Oh.
It didn't quite register what was happening--after all, he still had his pants on--when his boyfriend poured lube on his fingers. It still didn't quite register when he realised that Shishido'd shucked his own jeans onto the floor, followed by his boxers--Shishido-san had always been much faster at getting out of his clothes, and his partner was reaching behind himself.
But when he saw the initial instant of penetration in his partner's eyes before Shishido leaned forwards and took his mouth... he understood.
If that was what he looked like when he was sliding fingers into himself--Shishido-san's mouth just a little parted, his eyes sleepy as they kissed, and he couldn't see the fingers but he knew that rhythm... no wonder Shishido-san always liked watching him do that.
"Shishido-san, but... you..." it'd been a long time since they'd done it that way--a long time, not since, well, they'd found out just how much they liked it the other way around.
"Shh." Shishido-san smirked at him. "Too much talking. Eat your ice cream."
He was supposed to eat ice cream when his partner was kneeling over him, wearing the sexiest expression Ootori had ever seen and no pants, with his hand on Ootori's cock and his fingers inside himself rather than inside Ootori?! "But..."
But then Shishido poured lube on him, and he almost yelped COLD! and this time when his partner's hand came back there were no more coherent words. And he'd dropped the ice cream onto his own shoulder, the cold drip of it was almost as unpleasant as that initial shock of car-cold lube...
...except just as there was a strong hand warming up that lube on him very nicely, thank you very much, there was a pair of lips and a smooth, teasing tongue doing away with every last drop of vanilla.
He managed to think, very hazily, through the brightness behind his eyelids, that Shishido-san hated vanilla ice cream.
Obviously not an important detail right now. Not when his partner had changed position somewhere along the whole process, and the hand that had been stroking him, slicking him, was now... holding him, and he'd have wanted to keep his eyes open when he felt the pressure build just at his tip, then slide free, every inch almost too much, almost, but oh, it was hard!
It gave him just a little more respect for his partner's willpower--Shishido-san always watched.
The low, loud moan when he cocked his hips just a little upwards, just the way he liked the angle when his boyfriend was filling him from underneath, made him half-smile, though. He wrenched his eyes just the slightest sliver open, through the purringly lovely sensation of sliding into Shishido's body--
--at least until Shishido canted his head back and, in doing so, whacked his head on the roof of the car.
Ootori gasped. Well, okay, maybe part of that was because the shock of contact had slid his partner that last few inches down on him, and oh, oh gods he'd absolutely forgotten how that felt like, a fast stroke like that, the pressure around him hot and throbbing through his every vein, even louder than the sound of his heartbeat. "Shishido-san! Are you--"
"Shut it." Shishido-san had his eyes closed, and Ootori sympathised, really he did--it really did feel... well, a little odd, stinging, and it'd been a long time since they'd done it this way. He always managed to convince himself that being inside his partner wouldn't be any different from his hand, or Shishido's hand--but oh, oh yes it was different, tighter, more complete than anyone's hands could be.
"Oh, man, the look on your face, Choutarou. Still think this wasn't a good idea?" Shishido-san's eyes were still a little tight around the corners, but that mouth was turned up in that same fierce, triumphant smile.
"Don't you dare complain tomorrow when you've got a bump on your head!" he retorted--or tried, but halfway across 'complain' his sempai went silky tight around him, and the rest was mostly lost in the streak of lightning that went down his spine, the way his hips jerked and he almost brained himself against the seat back.
But Shishido's breath was half a sigh and half a snarl, his breathing harsh and hot across Ootori's cheek--still tilting with laughter when he purred, "You hear me complaining, Choutarou?"
He was sure he could have thought of something--something--to say to that... except then Shishido-san was moving on him, and all he could do was let the lightning take him in fast, hot strokes. And maybe the car was rocking, and maybe one or both of them was making too much noise, but with that sleek power riding on him, around him... he had strong hands clamped on his shoulders and just barely enough presence of mind to reach down to grasp Shishido's cock.
Though from the way his senpai was riding him, mouth half-open and eyes aflame... he wasn't all that sure that Shishido-san would need it.
Shishido-san's breath hissed in his ear at that touch, though, just barely recognisable as his name--but if that was because his own hips had jerked up at feeling that firm, slick heat cupped in his hands, or because of the contact, or because of the sound of his blood rushing in his ears, drowning out the slap of their bodies...
He was gone, coming hard with his one hand pressing down on his partner's hip to keep them deep together, his other sliding over his partner's cock, and just as his own spasms started to die down--just barely...
Oh. Oh. If anything... the sight of Shishido-san riding him, head back and hair tousled and body taut, mouth open and eyes more than a little wild when he howled, "Chouta-ah!"
If this never, ever happened again, he'd still remember that expression for the rest of his life.
As it was, it wrung another spasm from him, and it was another few seconds before he registered the pressure on his shoulder as being his partner's head... and that brief swipe of a tongue across a last bit of ice cream. "Oh. Fuck." Shishido's voice was a little hoarse, but... almost chagrined. "Man, I forgot... what that was like."
Ootori shivered--he wasn't sure if it was the tongue across his oversensitive skin, or... or... "You... like it? Being..." well, he couldn't exactly call it being bottom, because Shishido-san on his lap definitely wasn't bottom, and...
"You kidding? What part of me coming all over you did you miss?" It was a shadow of the dangerous smile, but there was something warmer in it, too, when his senpai raised his head--and waggled his eyebrows. Ootori almost, almost laughed. "Sure, it's weird at the beginning--but man, Choutarou, you should see the look on your face when you're inside me."
"...oh." He should have let it go at that--he really should have, but... but there were long, clever fingers undoing the buttons of his shirt, and each tiny little flick was catching in his throat. They'd never done it clothed before, and the thin cloth had been starting to stick unpleasantly to his skin--he didn't think his boyfriend realised just how synchronised they were, sometimes. "But... I thought... you said..."
"Yeah, well." He felt the smile against his shoulder when Shishido-san dropped his head again, and felt himself breathe just a little too hard when the smile came with a hint of teeth against newly bare skin. No... it was definitely the sensation of that mouth on his skin that was making him feel that way. "I was fifteen, and I was being dumb and macho." Ootori's lips twitched; he didn't think his partner was dumb, but it wasn't the time to inform Shishido-san that he was still--sometimes--very macho. "Besides, you really seemed to like it, me being inside you."
"Well... I did. Do." Oh, yes, very much, please... but he wasn't going to say that.
"Well, then." And then, a few seconds later... it just wasn't fair how that smile could do that to him even when he couldn't see it. "Hey, Choutarou. Wanna try it the other way?" And, as if there was any doubt... he purred, deep in his throat, in that velvet voice that Ootori had never, ever been able to resist, "Me deep inside you, partner."
Ootori decided that Shishido Ryou definitely was a sadist.
It really wasn't a good idea. It really, really wasn't, they were almost the same height but his legs were still a lot longer than his partner's, and as it was Shishido-san had hit himself on the roof; there was ice cream on the car seats that they really needed to clean up and come on both their bodies. It wasn't--
But he heard himself whisper "...yes, please," all the same.
~owari~
May 22, 2007