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writetomyheart2012-10-07 12:10 am
rockthecliche.livejournal.com) wrote in writetomyheart2012-10-07 12:10 am
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[team 2] the heart wants what it wants
i hope i didn't miss a team two theme announcement. :|;;
"Right there," Fujigaya moans, his eyes gazing at the figure moving between his thighs, fucking him deep and thorough. There's none of that telltale smile he's so accustomed to but there is the rough furrow of brow marking determined concentration. Miyata breaks his unrelenting rhythm and turns his head to the side to kiss one of Fujigaya's bent knees, fingers holding Fujigaya's hips still, forcing him to slow down with him. He eventually steadies at a calm pulse, only canting his hips just so every so often...
Fujigaya grimaces and scowls, slowing his hand's movements along his erection in what would probably be another futile attempt to keep the familiar fantasy away. And he was doing so well lately, too. Just two days ago he managed to keep it at Yokoo.
Maybe he can still salvage it. Fujigaya closes his eyes again, imagining Yokoo's mouth around his cock, lips wet and shiny with spit, the other's canines scratching against his flesh just enough to feel good...
The thing is, there has to be something incredibly and infuriatingly wrong with him if he can barely get it up when he has a wide array of good-looking guys for his mind to choose from, but can't possibly spread his legs any quicker at the mere thought of the only one who's already in love.
Out of everyone, it has to be Miyata.
Fujigaya grits his teeth as the tension in his body demands some sort of relief. With an aggravated sigh, he gives in and lets his imagination go. Miyata's there again, guiding his hips as Fujigaya rides him, taking what he wants -- what he's always wanted. He hears a whisper-soft "Gaya-san," and then he comes, hard, though he only allows a quiet gasp spill forth from his lips, even as he's spilling onto his hand and stomach. He fights back the scream of frustration as he reaches for a tissue to clean himself before lying back on his bed, staring at the ceiling blankly as the sweat cools on his skin.
Deep down, he knows that for all his bravado and all his options and choices, he could mentally go down the list of Johnny's and no one would ever come close to the way Miyata makes his body need.
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hatenaimirai_e, i hope 'need' is a good word for you? D8
"Right there," Fujigaya moans, his eyes gazing at the figure moving between his thighs, fucking him deep and thorough. There's none of that telltale smile he's so accustomed to but there is the rough furrow of brow marking determined concentration. Miyata breaks his unrelenting rhythm and turns his head to the side to kiss one of Fujigaya's bent knees, fingers holding Fujigaya's hips still, forcing him to slow down with him. He eventually steadies at a calm pulse, only canting his hips just so every so often...
Fujigaya grimaces and scowls, slowing his hand's movements along his erection in what would probably be another futile attempt to keep the familiar fantasy away. And he was doing so well lately, too. Just two days ago he managed to keep it at Yokoo.
Maybe he can still salvage it. Fujigaya closes his eyes again, imagining Yokoo's mouth around his cock, lips wet and shiny with spit, the other's canines scratching against his flesh just enough to feel good...
The thing is, there has to be something incredibly and infuriatingly wrong with him if he can barely get it up when he has a wide array of good-looking guys for his mind to choose from, but can't possibly spread his legs any quicker at the mere thought of the only one who's already in love.
Out of everyone, it has to be Miyata.
Fujigaya grits his teeth as the tension in his body demands some sort of relief. With an aggravated sigh, he gives in and lets his imagination go. Miyata's there again, guiding his hips as Fujigaya rides him, taking what he wants -- what he's always wanted. He hears a whisper-soft "Gaya-san," and then he comes, hard, though he only allows a quiet gasp spill forth from his lips, even as he's spilling onto his hand and stomach. He fights back the scream of frustration as he reaches for a tissue to clean himself before lying back on his bed, staring at the ceiling blankly as the sweat cools on his skin.
Deep down, he knows that for all his bravado and all his options and choices, he could mentally go down the list of Johnny's and no one would ever come close to the way Miyata makes his body need.
hatenaimirai_e, i hope 'need' is a good word for you? D8