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kat8chaSaeki blamed it on chemistry. Their body chemistries that is.
Bane had resisted having a talk with Saeki at the party, claiming that Itsuki was there to have a good time and he didn't want to hear whatever it was Saeki wanted to talk about. Itsuki had protested, for most of the evening in fact, but he'd done it quietly and was overruled by Bane.
Saeki had to admit that Itsuki did seem to have fun at the party, even if he was a wallflower.
After Itsuki had been walked back to his dorm and Bane and Saeki were alone was when things started to get sticky.
"You didn't say you were interested in him last night." Saeki glared, his steps slightly more wobbly then usual, whatever college students drank wasn't like what Saeki was used to imbibing. "I asked."
"I told you I didn't know if he was **dating** anyone, but he might be **seeing** someone… see? We're not really dating." Bane's arm was slung over Saeki's shoulder, for balance he claimed, but the arm was slipping precariously lower down Saeki's back until it was wrapped around Saeki's waist, an action that endangered both of them.
Saeki reached out to rest the palm of his hand against a handy wall. Bane leaned harder against Saeki's side, his chin dropping down onto the top of Saeki's head. "So," Saeki breathed, tipping his head forward he rested his forehead on Bane's shoulder. "I have a chance. Just gotta ask Itsuki out."
"Mmm." Bane's hand slid from Saeki's waist to cup Saeki's ass, squeezing.
Saeki jumped, his hold on the wall slipping and causing him to topple against it. Bane followed him, pinning Saeki's shoulders against the rough brick as he fondled Saeki's ass. "Bane!" Hissing Saeki grabbed at Bane's tight muscle tee, missing the tee and ending up running his hands over Bane's chest instead.
"Yeah?" Bane panted, his tongue hot on the rim of Saeki's ear, "Sae-san?"
Saeki grunted when Bane bit his ear, his hands sliding to grab Bane's hips and pull them hard against his own. "This isn't the place to do this. Call a cab."
--
Saeki's apartment was closest, and he swore that Davide was asleep. Davide, conveniently, was by the time Saeki and Bane fumbled the apartment door open and fell inside. Closing the door behind him Saeki flipped the bolt before he was distracted by Bane's roving hands and hot mouth. "Bedroom." Saeki pushed Bane against the wall, pulling Bane's shirt off and tossing it across the living room. With so much skin bared Saeki couldn't help himself from running his hands and mouth over, licking over Bane's muscles.
"Which one is yours?" Bane asked, grabbing Saeki's hands before they could continue the exploration of Bane's body and dive into Bane's tight fitting jeans.
"The one on the left." Saeki grabbed Bane's belt look and pulled him along. The door didn't close correctly as they began stripping, Saeki's shirt, then Bane's belt, trading off on losing clothes as hands and mouths ran over each bit of revealed skin. Letting out a surprised exhalation as he was pinned roughly to his mattress Saeki pointed in the direction of his bedside table.
Bane grunted, pinning Saeki even more securely as he pushed smaller man's legs apart and up, grinding their naked arousals against each other. Saeki groaned and his eyes fluttered closed. The drawer to his bedside table squawked as it was roughly pulled open and plundered, but no one was paying attention to the noise level anymore. Bane's fingers were thick and cold as they pushed inside of Saeki, a contrast to the hot warmth of the rest of Bane's body. Saeki gritted his teeth, fingers clenched tightly in his flowered bedspread while Bane roughly prepared him.
It burned when Bane pushed in, but not for long.
"Ah, fuck, Bane…" Saeki's nails left white crescent moon marks on Bane's shoulders, and Bane's teeth left a neat oval in Saeki's, their hips moved in tandem, out and in, back and forth. "Bane, ah, harder!"
"Call me… my first name." Bane growled, deep and guttural and knowing exactly who he was in bed with.
"Harukaze!"
Saeki had to admit that Itsuki did seem to have fun at the party, even if he was a wallflower.
After Itsuki had been walked back to his dorm and Bane and Saeki were alone was when things started to get sticky.
"You didn't say you were interested in him last night." Saeki glared, his steps slightly more wobbly then usual, whatever college students drank wasn't like what Saeki was used to imbibing. "I asked."
"I told you I didn't know if he was **dating** anyone, but he might be **seeing** someone… see? We're not really dating." Bane's arm was slung over Saeki's shoulder, for balance he claimed, but the arm was slipping precariously lower down Saeki's back until it was wrapped around Saeki's waist, an action that endangered both of them.
Saeki reached out to rest the palm of his hand against a handy wall. Bane leaned harder against Saeki's side, his chin dropping down onto the top of Saeki's head. "So," Saeki breathed, tipping his head forward he rested his forehead on Bane's shoulder. "I have a chance. Just gotta ask Itsuki out."
"Mmm." Bane's hand slid from Saeki's waist to cup Saeki's ass, squeezing.
Saeki jumped, his hold on the wall slipping and causing him to topple against it. Bane followed him, pinning Saeki's shoulders against the rough brick as he fondled Saeki's ass. "Bane!" Hissing Saeki grabbed at Bane's tight muscle tee, missing the tee and ending up running his hands over Bane's chest instead.
"Yeah?" Bane panted, his tongue hot on the rim of Saeki's ear, "Sae-san?"
Saeki grunted when Bane bit his ear, his hands sliding to grab Bane's hips and pull them hard against his own. "This isn't the place to do this. Call a cab."
--
Saeki's apartment was closest, and he swore that Davide was asleep. Davide, conveniently, was by the time Saeki and Bane fumbled the apartment door open and fell inside. Closing the door behind him Saeki flipped the bolt before he was distracted by Bane's roving hands and hot mouth. "Bedroom." Saeki pushed Bane against the wall, pulling Bane's shirt off and tossing it across the living room. With so much skin bared Saeki couldn't help himself from running his hands and mouth over, licking over Bane's muscles.
"Which one is yours?" Bane asked, grabbing Saeki's hands before they could continue the exploration of Bane's body and dive into Bane's tight fitting jeans.
"The one on the left." Saeki grabbed Bane's belt look and pulled him along. The door didn't close correctly as they began stripping, Saeki's shirt, then Bane's belt, trading off on losing clothes as hands and mouths ran over each bit of revealed skin. Letting out a surprised exhalation as he was pinned roughly to his mattress Saeki pointed in the direction of his bedside table.
Bane grunted, pinning Saeki even more securely as he pushed smaller man's legs apart and up, grinding their naked arousals against each other. Saeki groaned and his eyes fluttered closed. The drawer to his bedside table squawked as it was roughly pulled open and plundered, but no one was paying attention to the noise level anymore. Bane's fingers were thick and cold as they pushed inside of Saeki, a contrast to the hot warmth of the rest of Bane's body. Saeki gritted his teeth, fingers clenched tightly in his flowered bedspread while Bane roughly prepared him.
It burned when Bane pushed in, but not for long.
"Ah, fuck, Bane…" Saeki's nails left white crescent moon marks on Bane's shoulders, and Bane's teeth left a neat oval in Saeki's, their hips moved in tandem, out and in, back and forth. "Bane, ah, harder!"
"Call me… my first name." Bane growled, deep and guttural and knowing exactly who he was in bed with.
"Harukaze!"
