[FIC] - Blanket - Tora/Hiroto - PG-13 - Oneshot
Title: Blanket
Author: unna_rainchaser
Rating: PG-13
Genre: You tell me.
Pairings: Tora/Hiroto
Disclaimer: Not mine, no harm intended.
Comments: As if.
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Hiroto sat on Tora's bed, the blanket thrown over his head like a hood and wrapped around his naked body. His tongue heavy and dry in his mouth but he couldn't bring himself to get up and pour himself a glass of water.
His eyes were focused on the sleeping form in front of him. The dark disheveled hair, long limbs curled around his sitting self, a twitching foot giving away he was still dreaming.
There had been sex. Clumsy and leisure. Hiroto had loved every second of it. His grip on the sheets around him tightened, brows furrowing. All those kisses tasting of cheap ramen and unspoken truth, hands roaming to reveal skin yet untouched to claim what was supposed to.
Hiroto tilted his head to the side, blocking a ray of sunlight that wiggled it's way through the curtains. There was something off about the whole situation, but his he couldn't figure out what.
He shouldn't be sitting here, he told himself, naked and sticky from the previous night, staring at his friend's sleeping face. He couldn't bring himself to get out of there; to gather his clothes and leave without a single word uttered, waiting for the next day they would meet at the studio, acting as if nothing had happened.
He pulled the blanket over his face, biting his lips. He poked his big toes into his warm thighs.
Suddenly, a hand wrapped around his wrist, pulling him down and up against a chest. His blanked fell off the bed, down onto the ground, covering discarded clothes.
"You're thinking too loud."
A blanket was wrapped around his naked form, a warm palm securely on his lower back, bringing him closer until lips were pressed against a brow.
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Wherever this came from. Wut.
Author: unna_rainchaser
Rating: PG-13
Genre: You tell me.
Pairings: Tora/Hiroto
Disclaimer: Not mine, no harm intended.
Comments: As if.
Rainchaser's Archive
______________________________
Hiroto sat on Tora's bed, the blanket thrown over his head like a hood and wrapped around his naked body. His tongue heavy and dry in his mouth but he couldn't bring himself to get up and pour himself a glass of water.
His eyes were focused on the sleeping form in front of him. The dark disheveled hair, long limbs curled around his sitting self, a twitching foot giving away he was still dreaming.
There had been sex. Clumsy and leisure. Hiroto had loved every second of it. His grip on the sheets around him tightened, brows furrowing. All those kisses tasting of cheap ramen and unspoken truth, hands roaming to reveal skin yet untouched to claim what was supposed to.
Hiroto tilted his head to the side, blocking a ray of sunlight that wiggled it's way through the curtains. There was something off about the whole situation, but his he couldn't figure out what.
He shouldn't be sitting here, he told himself, naked and sticky from the previous night, staring at his friend's sleeping face. He couldn't bring himself to get out of there; to gather his clothes and leave without a single word uttered, waiting for the next day they would meet at the studio, acting as if nothing had happened.
He pulled the blanket over his face, biting his lips. He poked his big toes into his warm thighs.
Suddenly, a hand wrapped around his wrist, pulling him down and up against a chest. His blanked fell off the bed, down onto the ground, covering discarded clothes.
"You're thinking too loud."
A blanket was wrapped around his naked form, a warm palm securely on his lower back, bringing him closer until lips were pressed against a brow.
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Wherever this came from. Wut.