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kat8chaThe one thing Hiyoshi hated about being able to bend himself into strange positions was the shameless advantage Shishido took of this ability.
Shishido seemed to think that it should be no hardship to have Hiyoshi tied with his arms and legs to the wooden bedposts of one of the big fancy beds of Atobe's Mediterranean mansion. Having his arms and legs tied to separate bedposts wouldn't be bad, but Shishido seemed to think that Hiyoshi needed to be bent almost in half for today's round of 'fun and exciting' activities.
Shishido especially liked tying Hiyoshi up when there was something he wanted to get out of Ohtori.
"Shishido-san." Ohtori stuttered as he stepped up to the bed. Ohtori was trying to look Shishido in the eye while he talked but his eyes kept being dragged back to Hiyoshi's bound, sweaty, muscled, and heavily aroused, form. "Shishid-san, I don't think that's comfortable for Hiyoshi."
"For the last fucking time." Hiyoshi ground out, irritated as a drop of sweat slid down between his ass cheeks. "Call us by our first fucking names."
Ohtori's eyes seemed to have been glued to that drop of sweat, and it was obvious from his vacant expression that he hadn't heard a word that Hiyoshi had said.
"Calm down Wakashi." Shishido stated snarkily, slipping onto the bed beside Hiyoshi and ran his hands over shivering thigh muscles. "He's not good about first names." Hiyoshi's legs twitched and the sound of the leather manacles sliding over smooth wood whispered through the room. Ohtori's adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed once, twice, three times, before he managed to take a step towards the bed.
"He's good at them when he's…" Hiyoshi's breath hitched when Shishido nipped at the back of his knee. "Screwing us into the mattress." Another nip from Shishido and Hiyoshi's hands clenched into fists.
Shishido slid his tongue into the crevice, licking over the spot he'd nipped at, sucking at the top of Hiyoshi's calves with the intent to leave a mark. All the time he watched Ohtori with hungry eyes. "Yeah, but lots of people say stuff when they're in bed. Like 'I love you', or 'I want you'. Stuff they don't really mean."
Ohtori had reached the bed, he rested one big broad hand on the firm mattress by Shishido's legs, and the other slipped around Hiyoshi's legs to press against Hiyoshi's flexing stomach muscles. "I mean it." Ohtori said softly. "When I say…"
Shishido and Hiyoshi glanced at each other before looking at Ohtori. "We know."
Moving quicksilver fast Shishido was behind Ohtori, pushing him so he crouched above Hiyoshi's bent over body. "You should still call us by our first names though."
Shishido especially liked tying Hiyoshi up when there was something he wanted to get out of Ohtori.
"Shishido-san." Ohtori stuttered as he stepped up to the bed. Ohtori was trying to look Shishido in the eye while he talked but his eyes kept being dragged back to Hiyoshi's bound, sweaty, muscled, and heavily aroused, form. "Shishid-san, I don't think that's comfortable for Hiyoshi."
"For the last fucking time." Hiyoshi ground out, irritated as a drop of sweat slid down between his ass cheeks. "Call us by our first fucking names."
Ohtori's eyes seemed to have been glued to that drop of sweat, and it was obvious from his vacant expression that he hadn't heard a word that Hiyoshi had said.
"Calm down Wakashi." Shishido stated snarkily, slipping onto the bed beside Hiyoshi and ran his hands over shivering thigh muscles. "He's not good about first names." Hiyoshi's legs twitched and the sound of the leather manacles sliding over smooth wood whispered through the room. Ohtori's adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed once, twice, three times, before he managed to take a step towards the bed.
"He's good at them when he's…" Hiyoshi's breath hitched when Shishido nipped at the back of his knee. "Screwing us into the mattress." Another nip from Shishido and Hiyoshi's hands clenched into fists.
Shishido slid his tongue into the crevice, licking over the spot he'd nipped at, sucking at the top of Hiyoshi's calves with the intent to leave a mark. All the time he watched Ohtori with hungry eyes. "Yeah, but lots of people say stuff when they're in bed. Like 'I love you', or 'I want you'. Stuff they don't really mean."
Ohtori had reached the bed, he rested one big broad hand on the firm mattress by Shishido's legs, and the other slipped around Hiyoshi's legs to press against Hiyoshi's flexing stomach muscles. "I mean it." Ohtori said softly. "When I say…"
Shishido and Hiyoshi glanced at each other before looking at Ohtori. "We know."
Moving quicksilver fast Shishido was behind Ohtori, pushing him so he crouched above Hiyoshi's bent over body. "You should still call us by our first names though."
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