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kat8chaIt doesn't take much to get Kirihara to pin him against the wall.
Kamio likes testing how far to go, pushing at boundaries, waiting for his boyfriend to snap. Talking excitedly about Tachibana will usually accomplish Kamio getting pinned pretty quickly, ignoring Kirihara while Kamio spends the day with Shinji and An leads to Kirihara throwing a fit and locking himself in the bedroom. Then once Kamio's fallen asleep on the couch Kirihara will slink out and pin him to the soft but slightly lumpy cushions and grope him into submission.
Today Kamio went to dinner with An-chan and Tachibana. Coming back to the dinky apartment that Kirihara and Kamio sometimes barely managed to pay for Kamio could almost feel Kirihara watching him from the cheap dirty balcony their apartment came with. The balcony was only good for two things, watching whoever came out of the building, or smoking. They'd tried hanging clothes to dry there once but then everything had gotten stolen somehow. Kirihara had picked up smoking and Kamio hated the habit, but at least Kirihara only did it out on the balcony.
Kissing Kirihara after he'd been smoking wasn't sexy at all, his mouth tasted gross and ashy and made Kamio want to gag. Kirihara broke the kiss grumpily and glared at Kamio.
"I don't want to hear about Tachibana." Kirihara muttered sullenly before pulling Kamio's shirt off over his head. Kamio spluttered as the fabric obscured his view, and Kamio tangled his hands in the shirt cuffs before Kirihara jerked the top off.
"Do you talk about me this much with them?" Kirihara growled, his tongue flickering out over his bottom lip before he began to trail kisses over Kamio's shoulders and down his arm. Kamio gasped when Kirihara tipped his arm upwards, twitching when Kirihara teasingly nipped at the inside of his elbow. It was a sensitive spot that never failed to make Kamio's knees weak.
"An-chan doesn't like when I," Kirihara's tongue flickered out again, "when I talk about you." Knees giving out Kamio relied heavily on the wall to keep him upright. Kirihara bit down on the inside of Kamio's elbow and began leaving love bites up Kamio's arm to his shoulder. "Nn. But… I do."
Kamio couldn't possibly get any redder. He was sure he was bright red from the top of his head down to his toes. Kirihara stopped with his mouth open and about to bite down on Kamio' s shoulder. "Eh?"
Kirihara pulled back. Kamio fumbled for something to keep him from falling down, settling on grabbing onto Kirihara's shoulders until his legs would hold him. "You do?"
Kamio looked to the side. "Yeah." He muttered. "Talk about you a lot."
There was a mouth pressed against Kamio's ear now, and Kamio didn't have to hold onto Kirihara as his back hit the wall again. "Kind of like that." Kirihara murmured huskily, his tongue flickering out to dance along the inside of Kamio's ear. "What do you say?"
Kamio gave a desperate little laugh. "Wouldn't you like to know." And Kamio wasn't intending to tell Kirihara. Not without a great deal of bribery.
Today Kamio went to dinner with An-chan and Tachibana. Coming back to the dinky apartment that Kirihara and Kamio sometimes barely managed to pay for Kamio could almost feel Kirihara watching him from the cheap dirty balcony their apartment came with. The balcony was only good for two things, watching whoever came out of the building, or smoking. They'd tried hanging clothes to dry there once but then everything had gotten stolen somehow. Kirihara had picked up smoking and Kamio hated the habit, but at least Kirihara only did it out on the balcony.
Kissing Kirihara after he'd been smoking wasn't sexy at all, his mouth tasted gross and ashy and made Kamio want to gag. Kirihara broke the kiss grumpily and glared at Kamio.
"I don't want to hear about Tachibana." Kirihara muttered sullenly before pulling Kamio's shirt off over his head. Kamio spluttered as the fabric obscured his view, and Kamio tangled his hands in the shirt cuffs before Kirihara jerked the top off.
"Do you talk about me this much with them?" Kirihara growled, his tongue flickering out over his bottom lip before he began to trail kisses over Kamio's shoulders and down his arm. Kamio gasped when Kirihara tipped his arm upwards, twitching when Kirihara teasingly nipped at the inside of his elbow. It was a sensitive spot that never failed to make Kamio's knees weak.
"An-chan doesn't like when I," Kirihara's tongue flickered out again, "when I talk about you." Knees giving out Kamio relied heavily on the wall to keep him upright. Kirihara bit down on the inside of Kamio's elbow and began leaving love bites up Kamio's arm to his shoulder. "Nn. But… I do."
Kamio couldn't possibly get any redder. He was sure he was bright red from the top of his head down to his toes. Kirihara stopped with his mouth open and about to bite down on Kamio' s shoulder. "Eh?"
Kirihara pulled back. Kamio fumbled for something to keep him from falling down, settling on grabbing onto Kirihara's shoulders until his legs would hold him. "You do?"
Kamio looked to the side. "Yeah." He muttered. "Talk about you a lot."
There was a mouth pressed against Kamio's ear now, and Kamio didn't have to hold onto Kirihara as his back hit the wall again. "Kind of like that." Kirihara murmured huskily, his tongue flickering out to dance along the inside of Kamio's ear. "What do you say?"
Kamio gave a desperate little laugh. "Wouldn't you like to know." And Kamio wasn't intending to tell Kirihara. Not without a great deal of bribery.
