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Apr. 6th, 2008 09:19 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kat8chaYukimura was trying hard not to laugh.
It wasn’t that the situation was funny, it was just… well, it was funny! Sanada backed away from Yukimura and attempted to use his books to block Yukimura’s inquisitive gaze on his crotch. “Renji!”
Yanagi took the books out of Sanada’s hands and set them to the side. “Calm down Genichirou. My research shows that a cold shower has a positi- Seiichi stop that.”
Yukimura glanced up from where he was poking at Sanada’s bulging shorts quizzically. “What? It’s interesting. Sanada pull your shorts down I want to see.”
Sanada’s face was redder than a beet, but he was backed against the club room lockers with Yukimura crouched right in front of him. Sanada was glad for the club room’s privacy, but also wished for a teacher to interrupt so Yukimura would get his face away from Sanada’s groin! Yukimura’s face there was not helping things!
“Y-Yukimura!” Sanada made a grab for the waist line of his shorts when Yukimura grabbed and tugged. He was mortified when Yukimura managed to yank off his underwear as well, Sanada’s hard and red dick springing free to lie flat against his stomach. “Don’t look!” Sanada was upset, mortified, embarrassed!
Yanagi’s eyes were open and he was giving Sanada’s crotch a very interested look. “You’re bigger than I suspected.”
Sanada was sure that his face was going to burst into flame, which would be handy as all Sanada just wanted to die. “Renji!” A delicate finger rubbed at the tip and Sanada did two things almost at once.
First, he came.
Second, he smacked Yukimura with the back of his hand, propelling the smaller boy halfway across the room and leaving a suspiciously sticky substance lingering on the back of Sanada’s hand. Yukimura picked himself up, clumps of semen clinging to the tip of his nose and his hair, and a bruise reddening his cheek.
“Sanada.” Yukimura’s voice was cold. “I think you’ll be coming home with me this afternoon in reparation. Renji, go get me some ice.”
Yanagi took the books out of Sanada’s hands and set them to the side. “Calm down Genichirou. My research shows that a cold shower has a positi- Seiichi stop that.”
Yukimura glanced up from where he was poking at Sanada’s bulging shorts quizzically. “What? It’s interesting. Sanada pull your shorts down I want to see.”
Sanada’s face was redder than a beet, but he was backed against the club room lockers with Yukimura crouched right in front of him. Sanada was glad for the club room’s privacy, but also wished for a teacher to interrupt so Yukimura would get his face away from Sanada’s groin! Yukimura’s face there was not helping things!
“Y-Yukimura!” Sanada made a grab for the waist line of his shorts when Yukimura grabbed and tugged. He was mortified when Yukimura managed to yank off his underwear as well, Sanada’s hard and red dick springing free to lie flat against his stomach. “Don’t look!” Sanada was upset, mortified, embarrassed!
Yanagi’s eyes were open and he was giving Sanada’s crotch a very interested look. “You’re bigger than I suspected.”
Sanada was sure that his face was going to burst into flame, which would be handy as all Sanada just wanted to die. “Renji!” A delicate finger rubbed at the tip and Sanada did two things almost at once.
First, he came.
Second, he smacked Yukimura with the back of his hand, propelling the smaller boy halfway across the room and leaving a suspiciously sticky substance lingering on the back of Sanada’s hand. Yukimura picked himself up, clumps of semen clinging to the tip of his nose and his hair, and a bruise reddening his cheek.
“Sanada.” Yukimura’s voice was cold. “I think you’ll be coming home with me this afternoon in reparation. Renji, go get me some ice.”
