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Jul. 15th, 2009 08:40 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kat8chaSengoku rolled out of Kirihara's bed. The room was a total wreck, the covers had been pulled off the bed, Kirihara's AV-cards had toppled out of their boxes, Sengoku did not need to enter the kitchen or the bathroom to know that both were a mess as well. They had started on the bed last night; way, way, way at the beginning of the night, but then they had moved to the floor, the kitchen counter, the dining room table, the shower, Kirihara's desk, and then the bed again. Kirihara lay curled up on the bed, stark naked, covered in hickeys and bruises, his hair tangled into knots.
Sengoku scratched at his bare stomach, then yawned.
"…mmm."
Something was nagging at Sengoku. Sengoku was well sexed, and he had slept well afterwards. What was more important than getting laid? What could be bothering after a night of awesome sex?
"…huh." Maybe he should check i-
…Oh crap.
Sengoku searched the room for his clothes. Not there, not there… Sengoku bent over to search under the bed, then under the chair, then under the de- ah ha! Under the desk!
"That is an awesome sight to wake up to." Kirihara yawned, uncurling to lie over the side of the bed. "C'mon, I'm totally up for another round." Sleepy contentment and the lingering burn of lust practically radiated from Kirihara.
"…damn." Sengoku picked his clothes up, dropped his shirt on the desk and pulled on his pants. "I can't! I gotta head back Kirihara. We've got repairs, and-"
"No you don't!" Kirihara indignantly slid out of bed, looking lean and muscled and utterly sexy. "C'mon! Sex! You never say no to sex!"
"Not from you." Sengoku admitted. Honestly, he'd never said no to Kirihara before, mainly because they only saw each other for a few days before they had to part ways again. Sengoku turned down sex from plenty of other people though, though maybe not as often as he said yes. Kirihara looked pleased, and then a little upset, he had probably followed through that stream of conscious. "I can't stay though. We've got repairs, and Muromachi's not the easiest to deal with when he's pissed about how we beat up his baby."
"He's crushing on you and I hate him." Kirihara stated possessively, and Sengoku did not need to be a psychic to see Kirihara clearly thinking 'I'll crush him'. Kirihara always felt like that about Muromachi, but Muromachi lived on Rikkai's moonbase and nothing had ever happened to him. Sengoku fi- Sengoku cut off that thought, the last thing he needed was Kirihara to prove he was a badass.
"I am a badass!" Kirihara snarled unhappily, grabbing at Sengoku's pants. "Don't-"
And damn, that was the most attractive thing since last night. Grabbing Kirihara's shoulder Sengoku pulled him into a kiss. His crewmates could hold themselves together for a little longer right?
Sengoku scratched at his bare stomach, then yawned.
"…mmm."
Something was nagging at Sengoku. Sengoku was well sexed, and he had slept well afterwards. What was more important than getting laid? What could be bothering after a night of awesome sex?
"…huh." Maybe he should check i-
…Oh crap.
Sengoku searched the room for his clothes. Not there, not there… Sengoku bent over to search under the bed, then under the chair, then under the de- ah ha! Under the desk!
"That is an awesome sight to wake up to." Kirihara yawned, uncurling to lie over the side of the bed. "C'mon, I'm totally up for another round." Sleepy contentment and the lingering burn of lust practically radiated from Kirihara.
"…damn." Sengoku picked his clothes up, dropped his shirt on the desk and pulled on his pants. "I can't! I gotta head back Kirihara. We've got repairs, and-"
"No you don't!" Kirihara indignantly slid out of bed, looking lean and muscled and utterly sexy. "C'mon! Sex! You never say no to sex!"
"Not from you." Sengoku admitted. Honestly, he'd never said no to Kirihara before, mainly because they only saw each other for a few days before they had to part ways again. Sengoku turned down sex from plenty of other people though, though maybe not as often as he said yes. Kirihara looked pleased, and then a little upset, he had probably followed through that stream of conscious. "I can't stay though. We've got repairs, and Muromachi's not the easiest to deal with when he's pissed about how we beat up his baby."
"He's crushing on you and I hate him." Kirihara stated possessively, and Sengoku did not need to be a psychic to see Kirihara clearly thinking 'I'll crush him'. Kirihara always felt like that about Muromachi, but Muromachi lived on Rikkai's moonbase and nothing had ever happened to him. Sengoku fi- Sengoku cut off that thought, the last thing he needed was Kirihara to prove he was a badass.
"I am a badass!" Kirihara snarled unhappily, grabbing at Sengoku's pants. "Don't-"
And damn, that was the most attractive thing since last night. Grabbing Kirihara's shoulder Sengoku pulled him into a kiss. His crewmates could hold themselves together for a little longer right?
