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Dec. 7th, 2009 10:36 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kat8cha"No, Byakuran-san," Shouichi took a step back from the doorway. Byakuran followed, he took a step forward for each of Shouichi's steps back. "Please, don't…" Shouichi drifted off, he glanced from Byakuran's face to Byakuran's extended hands.
"Don't!" Shouichi's steps backward lead him to the bed, and he toppled backwards onto the plush surface of Byakuran's bed. Instantly tangled in the down coverlet Shouichi struggled to sit up. Byakuran took this chance to lunge, easily crossing the distance left and hopping onto the bed, Byakuran's knees landed on either side of Shouichi's, and Byakuran's outstretched hands quickly disappeared up under Shouichi's shirt. "Don't!"
Shouichi's shouts of denial turned into shouts of laughter. "Ah ha- hahaha- Byaku- hahaha" Shouichi twisted under Byakuran's hands, his shirt riding up easily, and his glasses falling off his face. Byakuran's nimble fingers danced up and down Shouichi's sides in a tickling opus.
Soon Shouichi was panting for breath, his arms flung up on Byakuran's covers and his legs limp under Byakuran. Laughter snuck out between pants, and tears leaked from the edge of Shouichi's eyes.
Byakuran's fingers stopped moving up and down Shouichi's ribs and instead rested at Shouichi's sides. Byakuran leaned forward and kissed the side of Shouichi's face, catching a trickle of tear with his tongue. Byakuran pulled back a bit and then kissed Shouichi's cheek lightly. "Laughter is good for you Shou-chan." Byakuran murmured against Shouichi's hot cheek.
Shouichi wrapped slightly trembling arms around Byakuran's shoulders and then twisted, tumbling Byakuran onto the bed and straddling Byakuran's hips. Byakuran blinked in slight surprise.
Shouichi, heedless of the fact that his glasses had tumbled to the floor or that he was just encouraging further attacks, smiled at Byakuran and shoved his hands under Byakuran's pink top. "Your turn."
"Don't!" Shouichi's steps backward lead him to the bed, and he toppled backwards onto the plush surface of Byakuran's bed. Instantly tangled in the down coverlet Shouichi struggled to sit up. Byakuran took this chance to lunge, easily crossing the distance left and hopping onto the bed, Byakuran's knees landed on either side of Shouichi's, and Byakuran's outstretched hands quickly disappeared up under Shouichi's shirt. "Don't!"
Shouichi's shouts of denial turned into shouts of laughter. "Ah ha- hahaha- Byaku- hahaha" Shouichi twisted under Byakuran's hands, his shirt riding up easily, and his glasses falling off his face. Byakuran's nimble fingers danced up and down Shouichi's sides in a tickling opus.
Soon Shouichi was panting for breath, his arms flung up on Byakuran's covers and his legs limp under Byakuran. Laughter snuck out between pants, and tears leaked from the edge of Shouichi's eyes.
Byakuran's fingers stopped moving up and down Shouichi's ribs and instead rested at Shouichi's sides. Byakuran leaned forward and kissed the side of Shouichi's face, catching a trickle of tear with his tongue. Byakuran pulled back a bit and then kissed Shouichi's cheek lightly. "Laughter is good for you Shou-chan." Byakuran murmured against Shouichi's hot cheek.
Shouichi wrapped slightly trembling arms around Byakuran's shoulders and then twisted, tumbling Byakuran onto the bed and straddling Byakuran's hips. Byakuran blinked in slight surprise.
Shouichi, heedless of the fact that his glasses had tumbled to the floor or that he was just encouraging further attacks, smiled at Byakuran and shoved his hands under Byakuran's pink top. "Your turn."
