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Sep. 6th, 2007 09:42 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kat8chaIt feels like flying when Sengoku kisses him.
Minami's head is light, and he feels dizzy, but that might just be because all of the blood that was in Minami's face two seconds ago is rushing to his cock now. It's like a wet dream, in fact if not for the pain of his erection. There's something wrong, there must be, Minami had noticed Sengoku's hazy unseeing eyes while he was picking up his books. His books, they're still in the hallway, and the door to the closet wasn't locked, anyone could open it.
Sengoku's kissing down Minami's stomach and it makes all the bad parts of Minami twitch in excitement. He's hot, and it's good, and it's so, so bad. Sengoku murmurs something as he pulls down the zipper of Minami's pants and Minami slides his fingers into Sengoku's hair. Sengoku's hair feels so soft under his touch, it doesn’t crunch between his fingers like Higashikata’s had. It’s then that thing start feeling wrong. Not bad, they feel oh so good, but they feel so wrong. Sengoku’s tongue licks a stripe up Minami’s cock and Minami bangs his head on the supply closet’s wall. It hurts but it doesn’t help him think. To think would mean he’d need to have blood flowing upwards, instead of down. The blood seems to gather like his pre-cum, all in the tip of his cock, waiting to flow into Sengoku’s mouth.
Sengoku’s a dick vampire, Minami thinks giddily to himself, he’s going to suck souls and cocks.
It’s illogical, and stupid, and just goes to show how much Minami shouldn’t try to think while receiving head. He almost giggles, but then Sengoku’s teeth barely graze him and Minami yelps instead.
“Sorry.” Sengoku murmurs, pulling away and looking bashful. Minami wants to say ‘no, it’s okay, we can stop’ because it’s the perfect opportunity to end the wrongness. Sengoku knows what he’s doing now, Minami can see that the hazy look in Sengoku’s eyes has cleared.
“Promise it won’t happen again.” Sengoku flashes Minami a daredevil smile. “Don’t you wanna get lucky?” And then Sengoku’s almost attacking his cock as he licks and sucks and gives Minami’s dick all the attention it’s ever wanted and never gotten. Minami gasps, gags, grimaces. He comes into Sengoku’s mouth, the blood vacating his cock flooding his face when Minami realizes that Sengoku swallowed. Standing Sengoku swipes his thumb over a thin trail of cum leading from the side of his lips down to his chin.
“Do you…” Minami’s about to offer to reciprocate but Sengoku’s out the door and vanishing down the hallway.
“Late to class!” Sengoku shouts back, and Minami realizes that his teacher has probably noticed his absence. Picking up his books Minami trudges along, swinging into a nearby bathroom to make sure he doesn’t look like he just had a blowjob in the supply closet.
Higashikata gives a guilty jump from where he is leaning against the sinks, then flinches in pain.
Minami drops his books for the second time.
“What happened?” Minami asks, rushing over and looking at his best friend’s (his lover’s?) body. It’s a mess, Higashikata’s uniform has dirt on it, and there’s fresh bruises blooming all over his face. “Can you walk? I’ll take you to the nurses office.”
Higashikata laughs brokenly, and it probably hurts him as much as it looks. Minami shakes his head and takes Higashikata’s arm, wrapping it around him.
“It’ll be like that three-legged footrace.”
Minami catches the sight of Higashikata’s toothy grin, his bottom lip leaking a little blood as he smiles. “We’ll always be Yamabuki’s super combi.”
Minami smiles back and wonders if his lips are puffy from kissing Sengoku. “Jimmies desu.”
Sengoku's kissing down Minami's stomach and it makes all the bad parts of Minami twitch in excitement. He's hot, and it's good, and it's so, so bad. Sengoku murmurs something as he pulls down the zipper of Minami's pants and Minami slides his fingers into Sengoku's hair. Sengoku's hair feels so soft under his touch, it doesn’t crunch between his fingers like Higashikata’s had. It’s then that thing start feeling wrong. Not bad, they feel oh so good, but they feel so wrong. Sengoku’s tongue licks a stripe up Minami’s cock and Minami bangs his head on the supply closet’s wall. It hurts but it doesn’t help him think. To think would mean he’d need to have blood flowing upwards, instead of down. The blood seems to gather like his pre-cum, all in the tip of his cock, waiting to flow into Sengoku’s mouth.
Sengoku’s a dick vampire, Minami thinks giddily to himself, he’s going to suck souls and cocks.
It’s illogical, and stupid, and just goes to show how much Minami shouldn’t try to think while receiving head. He almost giggles, but then Sengoku’s teeth barely graze him and Minami yelps instead.
“Sorry.” Sengoku murmurs, pulling away and looking bashful. Minami wants to say ‘no, it’s okay, we can stop’ because it’s the perfect opportunity to end the wrongness. Sengoku knows what he’s doing now, Minami can see that the hazy look in Sengoku’s eyes has cleared.
“Promise it won’t happen again.” Sengoku flashes Minami a daredevil smile. “Don’t you wanna get lucky?” And then Sengoku’s almost attacking his cock as he licks and sucks and gives Minami’s dick all the attention it’s ever wanted and never gotten. Minami gasps, gags, grimaces. He comes into Sengoku’s mouth, the blood vacating his cock flooding his face when Minami realizes that Sengoku swallowed. Standing Sengoku swipes his thumb over a thin trail of cum leading from the side of his lips down to his chin.
“Do you…” Minami’s about to offer to reciprocate but Sengoku’s out the door and vanishing down the hallway.
“Late to class!” Sengoku shouts back, and Minami realizes that his teacher has probably noticed his absence. Picking up his books Minami trudges along, swinging into a nearby bathroom to make sure he doesn’t look like he just had a blowjob in the supply closet.
Higashikata gives a guilty jump from where he is leaning against the sinks, then flinches in pain.
Minami drops his books for the second time.
“What happened?” Minami asks, rushing over and looking at his best friend’s (his lover’s?) body. It’s a mess, Higashikata’s uniform has dirt on it, and there’s fresh bruises blooming all over his face. “Can you walk? I’ll take you to the nurses office.”
Higashikata laughs brokenly, and it probably hurts him as much as it looks. Minami shakes his head and takes Higashikata’s arm, wrapping it around him.
“It’ll be like that three-legged footrace.”
Minami catches the sight of Higashikata’s toothy grin, his bottom lip leaking a little blood as he smiles. “We’ll always be Yamabuki’s super combi.”
Minami smiles back and wonders if his lips are puffy from kissing Sengoku. “Jimmies desu.”
