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Oct. 12th, 2008 10:24 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kat8chaKirihara kicked Sengoku's door down. "YOU FU- …hey." Kirihara glared. "Hey, that's MY fuckbuddy!"
Hiyoshi was on his back on the bed, legs spread and Sengoku's hands and mouth all over him. Sengoku was, at that point, about five minutes away from putting his dick up Hiyoshi's ass. Though now that Kirihara had interrupted he was scrambling for pants.
"Eh? But. I thought. …" Sengoku paused. "Equal opportunity?"
Hiyoshi knew he shouldn't have gotten mixed up in his roommate's fights with his boyfriend. Kirihara was a crap roommate, but a semi-decent friend, and an awesome lay. Kirihara seemed to make for a crap boyfriend too, given the frequency he and Sengoku 'broke up'. Then Kirihara would drag Hiyoshi out to a bar where Sengoku was 'conveniently' flirting with some girl, and by the end of the night Sengoku and Kirihara would end up making out with their respective dates before taking their dates home and fucking them.
By the next day Sengoku and Kirihara would be back together and making hot, angsty, sex on the same bed that the night before Hiyoshi had been on his back in. Probably the same sheets too, since Hiyoshi knew Kirihara failed at housework. Hiyoshi could learn to say 'no' but saying no was a pain in the ass, more painful than rough sex.
"But he's mine! I'm not gonna share him with you! You're supposed to go have sex with a floozy!" Kirihara was poking Sengoku's bared chest, and was seconds away from punching him hard. Sengoku had backed up until he hit the wall, and was holding his hands in front of his body defensively.
"You're dating me, Akaya, why can't you be this possessive of me?"
Hiyoshi sat up on the bed and looked around to find his clothes. He had met up with Sengoku at the conbini and Sengoku had flirted with him. Sengoku hadn't seemed drunk, and Hiyoshi had always been interested in why Kirihara kept going back, and hell, why the fuck he kept losing to some short perverted leprechaun, so Hiyoshi went back to the apartment with Sengoku and well…
"Hey, he's getting dressed!" Sengoku pointed out, and Kirihara turned to find Hiyoshi with one leg in his jeans. Hiyoshi had given up on the underwear, totally a lost cause.
"Where are you going?" Kirihara stepped away from Sengoku, but then decided to toss Sengoku onto the bed to better keep an eye on him. "We're about to have angry sex! You're on bottom Wakashi!"
"Don't call me by my first name." Hiyoshi stated, but he let the pants drop to the ground and let Kirihara drag him onto the bed, pressing him so his ass was rubbing against Sengoku's erection. The foreplay with Sengoku HAD been good, and it had been a while since Hiyoshi had gotten laid after all…
Hiyoshi was on his back on the bed, legs spread and Sengoku's hands and mouth all over him. Sengoku was, at that point, about five minutes away from putting his dick up Hiyoshi's ass. Though now that Kirihara had interrupted he was scrambling for pants.
"Eh? But. I thought. …" Sengoku paused. "Equal opportunity?"
Hiyoshi knew he shouldn't have gotten mixed up in his roommate's fights with his boyfriend. Kirihara was a crap roommate, but a semi-decent friend, and an awesome lay. Kirihara seemed to make for a crap boyfriend too, given the frequency he and Sengoku 'broke up'. Then Kirihara would drag Hiyoshi out to a bar where Sengoku was 'conveniently' flirting with some girl, and by the end of the night Sengoku and Kirihara would end up making out with their respective dates before taking their dates home and fucking them.
By the next day Sengoku and Kirihara would be back together and making hot, angsty, sex on the same bed that the night before Hiyoshi had been on his back in. Probably the same sheets too, since Hiyoshi knew Kirihara failed at housework. Hiyoshi could learn to say 'no' but saying no was a pain in the ass, more painful than rough sex.
"But he's mine! I'm not gonna share him with you! You're supposed to go have sex with a floozy!" Kirihara was poking Sengoku's bared chest, and was seconds away from punching him hard. Sengoku had backed up until he hit the wall, and was holding his hands in front of his body defensively.
"You're dating me, Akaya, why can't you be this possessive of me?"
Hiyoshi sat up on the bed and looked around to find his clothes. He had met up with Sengoku at the conbini and Sengoku had flirted with him. Sengoku hadn't seemed drunk, and Hiyoshi had always been interested in why Kirihara kept going back, and hell, why the fuck he kept losing to some short perverted leprechaun, so Hiyoshi went back to the apartment with Sengoku and well…
"Hey, he's getting dressed!" Sengoku pointed out, and Kirihara turned to find Hiyoshi with one leg in his jeans. Hiyoshi had given up on the underwear, totally a lost cause.
"Where are you going?" Kirihara stepped away from Sengoku, but then decided to toss Sengoku onto the bed to better keep an eye on him. "We're about to have angry sex! You're on bottom Wakashi!"
"Don't call me by my first name." Hiyoshi stated, but he let the pants drop to the ground and let Kirihara drag him onto the bed, pressing him so his ass was rubbing against Sengoku's erection. The foreplay with Sengoku HAD been good, and it had been a while since Hiyoshi had gotten laid after all…
