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Sep. 10th, 2007 04:56 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kat8chaYuuta should have known private tutoring with Mizuki was a bad idea.
In fact, somewhere at the back of his brain, Yuuta did know it was a bad idea. But that little voice way at the back of his brain was often overpowered by the voice Yuuta had developed that he liked to call 'Mr. Denial'. Mr. Denial helped Yuuta deal with such things as his brother and sisters inappropriate comments on Yuuta's body, or the occasional sight that Yuuta would prefer not to have seen. Mr. Denial had been Yuuta's good friend for a number of years now.
However, sometimes Mr. Denial lied.
"Mi-Mi-Mi-Mizuki-san!" Yuuta gasped, attempting to scurry away from Mizuki. However Mizuki had cleverly laid a trap by tying Yuuta's tie to his own, giving Mizuki a rather effective leash.
"Yuuta-kun…." Mizuki wrapped the combined ties around his hand, pulling Yuuta close. "Don't try to run away."
Yuuta whimpered when Mizuki kissed him. It was a bad, bad, bad thing he was doing. Yuuta wasn't supposed to be interested in Mizuki in a sexual way. Mizuki was his manager, and an upperclassman, and Syuusuke hated him… but most importantly Mizuki was a boy! Though, really, Mizuki smelled like a girl, and acted like a girl…
Yuuta's eyes widened as Mizuki slipped onto his lap and a rather forceful argument decided the gender debate. Breaking the kiss, because he wanted to not just because he needed air, Yuuta gasps. "Mizuki-san! We can't!"
Mizuki chuckled huskily and traced a finger over his glossy lips. Yuuta's eyes followed that finger because he was trained to follow Mizuki's actions, not because they were fascinated by the way Mizuki's cherry gloss made his lips shine, or the way Mizuki's half opened mouth sent Yuuta's primordial libido ablaze.
"Yuuta-kun… your mouth is saying no but your head…" And Mizuki's other hand, which Yuuta hadn't been keeping track of, dropped lightly onto Yuuta's own aggressive argument for masculinity. "Your head is saying yes."
However, sometimes Mr. Denial lied.
"Mi-Mi-Mi-Mizuki-san!" Yuuta gasped, attempting to scurry away from Mizuki. However Mizuki had cleverly laid a trap by tying Yuuta's tie to his own, giving Mizuki a rather effective leash.
"Yuuta-kun…." Mizuki wrapped the combined ties around his hand, pulling Yuuta close. "Don't try to run away."
Yuuta whimpered when Mizuki kissed him. It was a bad, bad, bad thing he was doing. Yuuta wasn't supposed to be interested in Mizuki in a sexual way. Mizuki was his manager, and an upperclassman, and Syuusuke hated him… but most importantly Mizuki was a boy! Though, really, Mizuki smelled like a girl, and acted like a girl…
Yuuta's eyes widened as Mizuki slipped onto his lap and a rather forceful argument decided the gender debate. Breaking the kiss, because he wanted to not just because he needed air, Yuuta gasps. "Mizuki-san! We can't!"
Mizuki chuckled huskily and traced a finger over his glossy lips. Yuuta's eyes followed that finger because he was trained to follow Mizuki's actions, not because they were fascinated by the way Mizuki's cherry gloss made his lips shine, or the way Mizuki's half opened mouth sent Yuuta's primordial libido ablaze.
"Yuuta-kun… your mouth is saying no but your head…" And Mizuki's other hand, which Yuuta hadn't been keeping track of, dropped lightly onto Yuuta's own aggressive argument for masculinity. "Your head is saying yes."
