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May. 5th, 2008 11:37 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kat8chaChitose scratched his stomach and rolled over.
Kippei was lying next to him, all sleepy warmth and light snoring. Propping himself up on one elbow Chitose looked down at Kippei’s sleeping face. There was a bit of dried drool to the side of Kippei’s mouth, and his eyes were crusted with sleep. Kippei’s fuzzy caterpillar eyebrows were drawn towards the center of his forehead, separated by several wrinkles. Leaning down Chitose pressed a kiss onto Kippei’s stormy brow, attempting to smooth the wrinkles.
Leaning back Chitose watched under the uncertain flickering light of his lava lamp as Kippei’s brow smoothed. Kippei turned on his side, muttering a half awake statement into Chitose’s bare chest. Chitose ran a hand through Tachibana’s stubbly blond hair and cupped the back of Kippei’s neck, massaging it lightly. Kippei made a small pleased noise and burrowed into Chitose’s chest, one arm flinging itself around Chitose’s waist. Kippei’s tennis roughened hand pressed warm and firm against Chitose’s back.
Two years ago Chitose and Kippei had officially started dating. There had been a year of bliss, and hot nookie, and then Chitose had ended up in the hospital and Kippei had carted himself off to Tokyo to repent. Chitose honestly could not for the life of him understand why ‘repenting’ meant ‘never answering Chitose’s phone calls’ but hey, whatever floated Kippei’s boat. Then they had met up again, bonded by the mystical… bond… of tennis.
Scooting down Chitose nuzzled the crook of Kippei’s neck. Kippei always smelled like sweat, sunlight, and the scent of tennis balls fresh from the tube.
“Mmph.” Kippei grunted, his body beginning a slow, lazy slide against Chitose’s own. “Chitose…”
“Kippei.” Chitose nipped at Kippei’s neck lightly, barely a mosquito bite, and then planted a wet, loud, sloppy kiss on Kippei’s skin. “Awake yet?”
A sure sign of Kippei’s wakefulness poked Chitose in the thigh.
“Working on it.” Kippei hooked thick fingers into Chitose’s man eating hair and tugged Chitose’s head up so their lips could meet. Tachibana’s slightly chapped lips pushed against Chitose’s slobbery ones, tongues soon coming into play and wrestling with each other like overactive horny eels. “Gross.” Kippei muttered when they broke the kiss, Kippei’s lips brushing against Chitose’s when he talked. They both panted, morning breath flavoring the kiss and their around them.
Kippei’s voice was roung with sleep, and his eyes were half lidded and dark. The sight went straight to Chitose’s groin, his morning wood soon rubbing proudly against Tachibana’s.
“I’m gross, and you love it.” Chitose kissed Kippei again, no tongue this time, and both of them set to work on getting pajama pants out of the way, hands brushing intimate places and knuckles touching knuckles. Clothes out of the way Tachibana rolled Chitose onto his back, climbing on top and beginning to rub their bodies together in an ancient dance of primordial passion.
Kippei was lying next to him, all sleepy warmth and light snoring. Propping himself up on one elbow Chitose looked down at Kippei’s sleeping face. There was a bit of dried drool to the side of Kippei’s mouth, and his eyes were crusted with sleep. Kippei’s fuzzy caterpillar eyebrows were drawn towards the center of his forehead, separated by several wrinkles. Leaning down Chitose pressed a kiss onto Kippei’s stormy brow, attempting to smooth the wrinkles.
Leaning back Chitose watched under the uncertain flickering light of his lava lamp as Kippei’s brow smoothed. Kippei turned on his side, muttering a half awake statement into Chitose’s bare chest. Chitose ran a hand through Tachibana’s stubbly blond hair and cupped the back of Kippei’s neck, massaging it lightly. Kippei made a small pleased noise and burrowed into Chitose’s chest, one arm flinging itself around Chitose’s waist. Kippei’s tennis roughened hand pressed warm and firm against Chitose’s back.
Two years ago Chitose and Kippei had officially started dating. There had been a year of bliss, and hot nookie, and then Chitose had ended up in the hospital and Kippei had carted himself off to Tokyo to repent. Chitose honestly could not for the life of him understand why ‘repenting’ meant ‘never answering Chitose’s phone calls’ but hey, whatever floated Kippei’s boat. Then they had met up again, bonded by the mystical… bond… of tennis.
Scooting down Chitose nuzzled the crook of Kippei’s neck. Kippei always smelled like sweat, sunlight, and the scent of tennis balls fresh from the tube.
“Mmph.” Kippei grunted, his body beginning a slow, lazy slide against Chitose’s own. “Chitose…”
“Kippei.” Chitose nipped at Kippei’s neck lightly, barely a mosquito bite, and then planted a wet, loud, sloppy kiss on Kippei’s skin. “Awake yet?”
A sure sign of Kippei’s wakefulness poked Chitose in the thigh.
“Working on it.” Kippei hooked thick fingers into Chitose’s man eating hair and tugged Chitose’s head up so their lips could meet. Tachibana’s slightly chapped lips pushed against Chitose’s slobbery ones, tongues soon coming into play and wrestling with each other like overactive horny eels. “Gross.” Kippei muttered when they broke the kiss, Kippei’s lips brushing against Chitose’s when he talked. They both panted, morning breath flavoring the kiss and their around them.
Kippei’s voice was roung with sleep, and his eyes were half lidded and dark. The sight went straight to Chitose’s groin, his morning wood soon rubbing proudly against Tachibana’s.
“I’m gross, and you love it.” Chitose kissed Kippei again, no tongue this time, and both of them set to work on getting pajama pants out of the way, hands brushing intimate places and knuckles touching knuckles. Clothes out of the way Tachibana rolled Chitose onto his back, climbing on top and beginning to rub their bodies together in an ancient dance of primordial passion.
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