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Oct. 9th, 2007 12:13 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kat8cha“Mm! Mmmm!” Muromachi bit down on collar of his jersey to stifle his groans.
Gripping the handle of the locked door Muromachi curled his hands around the cool metal. “Mmm!” Dropping his head forward Muromachi pushed his ass back, enjoying the sensation of being filled. Shaking his head Muromachi felt his glasses slip to the edge of his nose, a bead of sweat following the descent of the plastic.
“Ah…!” Muromachi gasped, a sharp thrust causing the glasses to slip entirely off his face and fall to the pavement.
“Like you better… without them.” His lover panted, and Muromachi whined both from the sudden change in angle as his lover wrapped an arm around him to pull him back. It was tough sometimes, because Muromachi was taller, but his lover just said it gave them some more interesting positions to try out. “Touji… Jeez.. ah….”
“Jesus.” Muromachi really enjoyed the way his boyfriend reacted whenever he cursed, especially if he took used religious words. It was like a full body gasp, and there was always a little more roughness to each thrust. “Fuck. Ah…. Mmmm…” Cursing made Muromachi blush hard though, but he put each swear word to good use, driving them both closer and closer to the edge.
“Mm.. mm…” Muromachi squeezed his eyes shut and gave a short coarse groan as he came all over the painted blue door. There was a squelching noise, and a sudden burst of warmth before Muromachi felt Nomura’s condom covered member slip out from between his ass cheeks. “Ah…. Nomura…san…” Panting Muromachi slipped to his knees, glad that his pants hadn’t been pulled all the way down or his skin would be scraped up by the sidewalk.
“Muromachi-san…” Nomura’s belt buckle jingled as he did himself up again. “You really should stop cursing. This is sin enough…”
Muromachi fumbled for his glasses, he didn’t bother to comment about this being ‘a sin’. He’d told Nomura a few times that it was love, and love really couldn’t be a sin right? If it was then God was just wrong. Both boys were silent as they finished up getting themselves back together. Turning to face Nomura Muromachi reached out and brushed one of Nomura’s spikes of hair out of his face.
“…I love you.” Nomura blushed, red cheeks partially obstructed by the rim of his clunky glasses. Muromachi smiled, leaning forward to kiss Nomura lightly, knowing that he didn’t have to speak for Nomura to know the sentiments were returned.
“Ah…!” Muromachi gasped, a sharp thrust causing the glasses to slip entirely off his face and fall to the pavement.
“Like you better… without them.” His lover panted, and Muromachi whined both from the sudden change in angle as his lover wrapped an arm around him to pull him back. It was tough sometimes, because Muromachi was taller, but his lover just said it gave them some more interesting positions to try out. “Touji… Jeez.. ah….”
“Jesus.” Muromachi really enjoyed the way his boyfriend reacted whenever he cursed, especially if he took used religious words. It was like a full body gasp, and there was always a little more roughness to each thrust. “Fuck. Ah…. Mmmm…” Cursing made Muromachi blush hard though, but he put each swear word to good use, driving them both closer and closer to the edge.
“Mm.. mm…” Muromachi squeezed his eyes shut and gave a short coarse groan as he came all over the painted blue door. There was a squelching noise, and a sudden burst of warmth before Muromachi felt Nomura’s condom covered member slip out from between his ass cheeks. “Ah…. Nomura…san…” Panting Muromachi slipped to his knees, glad that his pants hadn’t been pulled all the way down or his skin would be scraped up by the sidewalk.
“Muromachi-san…” Nomura’s belt buckle jingled as he did himself up again. “You really should stop cursing. This is sin enough…”
Muromachi fumbled for his glasses, he didn’t bother to comment about this being ‘a sin’. He’d told Nomura a few times that it was love, and love really couldn’t be a sin right? If it was then God was just wrong. Both boys were silent as they finished up getting themselves back together. Turning to face Nomura Muromachi reached out and brushed one of Nomura’s spikes of hair out of his face.
“…I love you.” Nomura blushed, red cheeks partially obstructed by the rim of his clunky glasses. Muromachi smiled, leaning forward to kiss Nomura lightly, knowing that he didn’t have to speak for Nomura to know the sentiments were returned.
