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Jan. 12th, 2008 02:43 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kat8chaSanada was not nervous, or upset, or in anyway irritated by Yukimura’s increased tendency to lounge against Renji.
He was increasingly irritated, but it had nothing to do with jealousy. It did, however, have a lot to do with being horrifyingly turned on.
“Yukimura.” Sanada’s dark expression would have been hidden under the brim of his hat but Yukimura had stolen that at the beginning of their study session. “You said that this would not distract me.”
Yukimura laughed, kicking his heels. Scooting around Yukimura turned over, his back now laying across Sanada’s legs instead of his stomach. Yukimura’s smile crinkled the edges of his eyes and quirked his lips just enough. Sanada had to suppress the urge to run his hands all over Yukimura’s chest. The naked skin of Yukimura’s back felt so smooth against Sanada’s hairy legs. “Am I distracting you Sanada?” Yukimura reached up to stroke a finger down Sanada’s jaw.
“…” Sanada gave Yukimura a flat look that Yukimura met with a slightly larger smile and a small laugh. “I mean Renji.”
Yukimura’s smile dimmed and understanding replaced amusement. “Ah. Well, Renji’s being more difficult then I thought. You would think that he, being a data master, would cave to the inevitable.” Yukimura scooted back so his ass rested against Sanada’s legs. His firm, round, delicious ass. “But I’m sure he’s just being stubborn.”
Sanada’s hands did not win the fight this time and came around Yukimura to slide down his back. “Hn.”
Yukimura pushed Sanada back onto the bed. “Let’s give you a better distraction, shall we?” With his foot Yukimura pushed his math book off the bed onto the floor.
“Yukimura.” Sanada’s dark expression would have been hidden under the brim of his hat but Yukimura had stolen that at the beginning of their study session. “You said that this would not distract me.”
Yukimura laughed, kicking his heels. Scooting around Yukimura turned over, his back now laying across Sanada’s legs instead of his stomach. Yukimura’s smile crinkled the edges of his eyes and quirked his lips just enough. Sanada had to suppress the urge to run his hands all over Yukimura’s chest. The naked skin of Yukimura’s back felt so smooth against Sanada’s hairy legs. “Am I distracting you Sanada?” Yukimura reached up to stroke a finger down Sanada’s jaw.
“…” Sanada gave Yukimura a flat look that Yukimura met with a slightly larger smile and a small laugh. “I mean Renji.”
Yukimura’s smile dimmed and understanding replaced amusement. “Ah. Well, Renji’s being more difficult then I thought. You would think that he, being a data master, would cave to the inevitable.” Yukimura scooted back so his ass rested against Sanada’s legs. His firm, round, delicious ass. “But I’m sure he’s just being stubborn.”
Sanada’s hands did not win the fight this time and came around Yukimura to slide down his back. “Hn.”
Yukimura pushed Sanada back onto the bed. “Let’s give you a better distraction, shall we?” With his foot Yukimura pushed his math book off the bed onto the floor.
