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Dec. 12th, 2007 01:57 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kat8chaChitose sat on Shiraishi’s bed, idly flipping through a magazine.
Amused Shiraishi closed his bedroom door and set his bag down beside it. “You missed practice again.” Chitose looked up, gifting Shiraishi with a gallic shrug.
“Train ticket. Ended up… Actually I don’t remember. But it took me a while to get back.” Generally when Chitose wandered off he did try to make tennis practice. He did not try very hard but he did try.
“And yet you’re here before me.” Shiraishi shrugged out of his uniform top and began unbuttoning the shirt underneath. “Oh the irony.”
Chitose set down the magazine and watched Shiraishi’s fingers slowly pop button after button. “So, I’m getting a show? Generally you punish me when I skip practice.”
“I’ll punish you after I do my yoga stretches.” Shiraishi tossed his shirts in the hamper and peeled off his tight white undershirt, tossing that in as well. “I don’t want punishing you to distract me.” Pretending he wasn’t affected at all by Chitose’s eager stare Shiraishi undid his belt and tossed it away.
“Huh…” Chitose seemed to think for a minute, long enough for Shiraishi to get rid of his pants. “Since when did you do your yoga naked?”
“Maybe I’m changing.” Sliding his boxers down his legs Shiraishi kicked them off. “Ever think of that.”
Chitose grinned. “You didn’t pick anything out to change into. No, I think you’re gonna wiggle your boney ass at me and see how much I can take.”
Shiraishi ran his bandaged fingers through his hair, smirking at Chitose. “For someone who’s never in class, you’re pretty smart.” Dragging out his yoga mat Shiriashi started in on his sun salutation. He wondered if Chitose would snap first, or if he would. After all, Chitose upheld the tantric practice of delaying his orgasm for others benefit. Also, Shiraishi liked when Chitose watched.
“Mmm.” Chitose grinned when Shiraishi bent over. “Damn you’re flexy Kura. I like that.”
“Train ticket. Ended up… Actually I don’t remember. But it took me a while to get back.” Generally when Chitose wandered off he did try to make tennis practice. He did not try very hard but he did try.
“And yet you’re here before me.” Shiraishi shrugged out of his uniform top and began unbuttoning the shirt underneath. “Oh the irony.”
Chitose set down the magazine and watched Shiraishi’s fingers slowly pop button after button. “So, I’m getting a show? Generally you punish me when I skip practice.”
“I’ll punish you after I do my yoga stretches.” Shiraishi tossed his shirts in the hamper and peeled off his tight white undershirt, tossing that in as well. “I don’t want punishing you to distract me.” Pretending he wasn’t affected at all by Chitose’s eager stare Shiraishi undid his belt and tossed it away.
“Huh…” Chitose seemed to think for a minute, long enough for Shiraishi to get rid of his pants. “Since when did you do your yoga naked?”
“Maybe I’m changing.” Sliding his boxers down his legs Shiraishi kicked them off. “Ever think of that.”
Chitose grinned. “You didn’t pick anything out to change into. No, I think you’re gonna wiggle your boney ass at me and see how much I can take.”
Shiraishi ran his bandaged fingers through his hair, smirking at Chitose. “For someone who’s never in class, you’re pretty smart.” Dragging out his yoga mat Shiriashi started in on his sun salutation. He wondered if Chitose would snap first, or if he would. After all, Chitose upheld the tantric practice of delaying his orgasm for others benefit. Also, Shiraishi liked when Chitose watched.
“Mmm.” Chitose grinned when Shiraishi bent over. “Damn you’re flexy Kura. I like that.”
