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writetomyheart2012-11-07 08:52 pm
noella84.livejournal.com) wrote in writetomyheart2012-11-07 08:52 pm
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Hi everyone and welcome to a new shiritori round. This time I would like to introduce a new word challenge, for the people who are interested. The extra challenge consists in picking a word from the shiritori fic of the person before you and include it somewhere in your fic. For example, the person before me wrote something about a watermelon and I used the word watermelon in my fic. It can be any word, but if it's a recognizable one, like an object for example, it's even better. Of course this is an extra challenge, meant just for fun, and it is not mandatory.
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Now to the shiritori fic!
“I wonder when I will be able to let my hair grow again.”
Fujigaya sprawls on the sofa of Yokoo’s flat and drops his head on Yokoo’s lap sounding tired and bored. Yokoo looks at Fujigaya’s face form above and drops the script he was reading to the side.
“I thought you came here to help me practice my lines.”
“Ask Nikaido about that. I’m not even in the butai,” Fujigaya says, looking up at Yokoo.
“If I ask Nikaido to come here to practice, we will end up doing all sort of things but rehearsing.”
“Like what sort of things? Include the details please,” a glimmer of mischievous curiosity glints in Fujigaya’s voice.
“I’m not talking with you about this. You know Nika just as much as I do,” Yokoo says, picking up the papers again and dunking his face on them.
“I’m not sure, maybe he shows you sides that he never shows to me,” Fujigaya starts tapping his fingers on the script, trying to disturb Yokoo’s reading.
“I’m pretty sure he showed all he had to show to you already, Taisuke. Now if you please, I’m trying to study my part here,” says Yokoo as he pulls up Fujigaya and pushes him on the other side of the sofa. Fujigaya pouts and lets him do it, just to press himself on Yokoo’s side one second later, resting his head on his shoulder and fondling his arm with delicate touches of his fingers. Slowly, Fujigaya’s fingers start to climb up, first on Yokoo’s upper arm, then on his shoulder, and finally they brush Yokoo’s hair on his neck.
“I’m so jealous.”
“Are you still talking about Nikaido?”
“No, idiot. I’m talking about your hair,” Taisuke announces as if it was the most natural option.
Yokoo’s sneers, he’s still reading the script as Fujigaya starts tangling his fingers among the end of his hair.
“Okay Taisuke, what do you want?”
“I want my long hair back.”
“I’m sorry, I can’t really help you with that. Besides your short hair means you have got work. Isn’t it good to have yet another part in a drama?”
“Wataruuu! You have work too and you get to keep your hair long, how unfair is that?!”
“That’s because I’m wearing a ridiculous Ronald McDonald wig to cover my hair.”
Fujigaya snorts, then sends one of his legs across Yokoo’s and raises to sit on his lap, face to face with him. He slides down until his crotch is exactly on Yokoo’s and they are pressed together tightly enough. He then snatches Yokoo’s papers from his hands, throwing them on the floor and places his hands on Yokoo’s shoulders. He gets closer to Yokoo’s face, and waits a few seconds before allowing their lips to kiss him softly, once, then twice. They keep pecking at each other in a slow rhythm.
“It it makes you feel better, you can touch my hair,” Yokoo says, an inviting look in his eyes.
“I was waiting for you to say something like this.”
“Always waiting for others to do what you want without asking, right?”
Fujigaya shuts him up with a kiss, going deeper this time, exploring the other’s mouth with flicks of his tongue. Then he breaks the kiss and stares at Yokoo under him, waiting defenceless for his next move. Fujigaya cups his face, then shoves his hands up, sinking them into Yokoo’s long hair.
“You smell nice.”
“I’m using a new shampoo.”
“Watermelon?” Fujigaya enquires sniffing Yokoo’s hair.
Yokoo just places a hand behind Taisuke’s neck and pulls him down for another kiss.
“I like it when you touch my hair.”
Fujigaya smoothes his palms on Yokoo’s scalp, then fluffs and play with his hair as he feels Yokoo getting harder under him, the bulge on his jeans pressing against his crotch. Yokoo pushes up to find relief against him and to let Fujigaya know that he would like to be set free of his jeans as soon as possible.
Fujigaya drops down one hand, letting the other in place to caress Yokoo’s head, and starts palming Yokoo’s cock. Yokoo smoothes his hands down Fujigaya’s spine, then he slips them under his shirt to feel Fujigaya’s soft and warm skin, crossed by a shiver as he presses his fingers deeper in it. He then follows the hem of his trousers till the front and starts fumbling with Fujigaya’s belt as Fujigaya wriggles to slip out of his shirt.
Yokoo helps Fujigaya out of his trousers and takes off his clothes too, welcoming Fujigaya on his lap again once he’s done. Fujigaya pins his knees down on the sofa, not to dump all his weight on him immediately.
Fujigaya slides down slowly, his cock brushing on Yokoo’s chest and stomach, the tip of it already wet of precome. As he sinks down on Yokoo’s lap, their cocks touch, and their skin feels like showered in sparkles. They start grinding against each other, seeking the touch of the other’s skin with their cocks in a messy knot of limbs and mouths hunting for the other.
Fujigaya buries one hand into Yokoo’s hair again, while Yokoo skims Fujigaya’s neck with his teeth. Fujigaya pulls a fistfull of hair, not so gently, yet being careful not to hurt too much, and forces Yokoo to bend his neck back and look up in his direction. He then brushed his tongue on Yokoo’s lips as they part to let him drink, thirsty of his kisses, his warmth, his everything.
They start wanting more of each other’s body, thrusting their hips together without rest, hands roaming everywhere, both letting out puffs of breath that plunge directly into the other’s senses. Fujigaya’s flushed cheeks and his eyes half closed as he slides on Yokoo’s body are enticing and mesmerizing . Yokoo’s eyes are as black as ever when he catches Fujgaya’s glance. Suddenly, he slips his hand in between them and wraps it around their cocks, joining them together among his long fingers, and he starts stroking them both, fast, faster.
“Wataru,” Fujigaya whispers as he pants.
“Come for me, Taisuke.”
Fujigaya squirms around him, trying to get the most of it while he tangled his hands among Yokoo’s hair, pulling them and messing them up. Then with a feeble cry he arches back as he comes, spilling himself on both of them. Yokoo is still jerking them both before coming too with a few more strokes.
He sighs and catches his breath, resting his forehead on Fujigaya’s chest, his hair tickling his skin with the black locks that slide forward and cover his face as he looks down.
“It was worth to let my hair grow.”
Fujigaya cups his face and lifts it up to look at Yokoo’s satisfied expression.
“You did it for me?”
“I knew that you missed your hair so... I know it’s not the same thing, but if you ever feel like you want to touch mine...”
A smile lit Fujigaya’s face.
“Now get off me please, I can’t feel my legs anymore.”
Fujigaya moves away, but not before having kissed Yokoo’s lips while scrunching up his face with his hands.
“Wataru?” Fujigaya says while Yokoo reaches for the tissues on the table and passes some to Fujigaya as well.
“You know that watermelon shampoo you are using? Is there any chance I could borrow it? My hair is never been as soft as yours. Plus,” Fujigaya pauses to plunge a hand in Yokoo's hair again, "you look totally hot."
Yokoo’s lips bends with a smirk.
“Are you jealous?”
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Now to the shiritori fic!
“I wonder when I will be able to let my hair grow again.”
Fujigaya sprawls on the sofa of Yokoo’s flat and drops his head on Yokoo’s lap sounding tired and bored. Yokoo looks at Fujigaya’s face form above and drops the script he was reading to the side.
“I thought you came here to help me practice my lines.”
“Ask Nikaido about that. I’m not even in the butai,” Fujigaya says, looking up at Yokoo.
“If I ask Nikaido to come here to practice, we will end up doing all sort of things but rehearsing.”
“Like what sort of things? Include the details please,” a glimmer of mischievous curiosity glints in Fujigaya’s voice.
“I’m not talking with you about this. You know Nika just as much as I do,” Yokoo says, picking up the papers again and dunking his face on them.
“I’m not sure, maybe he shows you sides that he never shows to me,” Fujigaya starts tapping his fingers on the script, trying to disturb Yokoo’s reading.
“I’m pretty sure he showed all he had to show to you already, Taisuke. Now if you please, I’m trying to study my part here,” says Yokoo as he pulls up Fujigaya and pushes him on the other side of the sofa. Fujigaya pouts and lets him do it, just to press himself on Yokoo’s side one second later, resting his head on his shoulder and fondling his arm with delicate touches of his fingers. Slowly, Fujigaya’s fingers start to climb up, first on Yokoo’s upper arm, then on his shoulder, and finally they brush Yokoo’s hair on his neck.
“I’m so jealous.”
“Are you still talking about Nikaido?”
“No, idiot. I’m talking about your hair,” Taisuke announces as if it was the most natural option.
Yokoo’s sneers, he’s still reading the script as Fujigaya starts tangling his fingers among the end of his hair.
“Okay Taisuke, what do you want?”
“I want my long hair back.”
“I’m sorry, I can’t really help you with that. Besides your short hair means you have got work. Isn’t it good to have yet another part in a drama?”
“Wataruuu! You have work too and you get to keep your hair long, how unfair is that?!”
“That’s because I’m wearing a ridiculous Ronald McDonald wig to cover my hair.”
Fujigaya snorts, then sends one of his legs across Yokoo’s and raises to sit on his lap, face to face with him. He slides down until his crotch is exactly on Yokoo’s and they are pressed together tightly enough. He then snatches Yokoo’s papers from his hands, throwing them on the floor and places his hands on Yokoo’s shoulders. He gets closer to Yokoo’s face, and waits a few seconds before allowing their lips to kiss him softly, once, then twice. They keep pecking at each other in a slow rhythm.
“It it makes you feel better, you can touch my hair,” Yokoo says, an inviting look in his eyes.
“I was waiting for you to say something like this.”
“Always waiting for others to do what you want without asking, right?”
Fujigaya shuts him up with a kiss, going deeper this time, exploring the other’s mouth with flicks of his tongue. Then he breaks the kiss and stares at Yokoo under him, waiting defenceless for his next move. Fujigaya cups his face, then shoves his hands up, sinking them into Yokoo’s long hair.
“You smell nice.”
“I’m using a new shampoo.”
“Watermelon?” Fujigaya enquires sniffing Yokoo’s hair.
Yokoo just places a hand behind Taisuke’s neck and pulls him down for another kiss.
“I like it when you touch my hair.”
Fujigaya smoothes his palms on Yokoo’s scalp, then fluffs and play with his hair as he feels Yokoo getting harder under him, the bulge on his jeans pressing against his crotch. Yokoo pushes up to find relief against him and to let Fujigaya know that he would like to be set free of his jeans as soon as possible.
Fujigaya drops down one hand, letting the other in place to caress Yokoo’s head, and starts palming Yokoo’s cock. Yokoo smoothes his hands down Fujigaya’s spine, then he slips them under his shirt to feel Fujigaya’s soft and warm skin, crossed by a shiver as he presses his fingers deeper in it. He then follows the hem of his trousers till the front and starts fumbling with Fujigaya’s belt as Fujigaya wriggles to slip out of his shirt.
Yokoo helps Fujigaya out of his trousers and takes off his clothes too, welcoming Fujigaya on his lap again once he’s done. Fujigaya pins his knees down on the sofa, not to dump all his weight on him immediately.
Fujigaya slides down slowly, his cock brushing on Yokoo’s chest and stomach, the tip of it already wet of precome. As he sinks down on Yokoo’s lap, their cocks touch, and their skin feels like showered in sparkles. They start grinding against each other, seeking the touch of the other’s skin with their cocks in a messy knot of limbs and mouths hunting for the other.
Fujigaya buries one hand into Yokoo’s hair again, while Yokoo skims Fujigaya’s neck with his teeth. Fujigaya pulls a fistfull of hair, not so gently, yet being careful not to hurt too much, and forces Yokoo to bend his neck back and look up in his direction. He then brushed his tongue on Yokoo’s lips as they part to let him drink, thirsty of his kisses, his warmth, his everything.
They start wanting more of each other’s body, thrusting their hips together without rest, hands roaming everywhere, both letting out puffs of breath that plunge directly into the other’s senses. Fujigaya’s flushed cheeks and his eyes half closed as he slides on Yokoo’s body are enticing and mesmerizing . Yokoo’s eyes are as black as ever when he catches Fujgaya’s glance. Suddenly, he slips his hand in between them and wraps it around their cocks, joining them together among his long fingers, and he starts stroking them both, fast, faster.
“Wataru,” Fujigaya whispers as he pants.
“Come for me, Taisuke.”
Fujigaya squirms around him, trying to get the most of it while he tangled his hands among Yokoo’s hair, pulling them and messing them up. Then with a feeble cry he arches back as he comes, spilling himself on both of them. Yokoo is still jerking them both before coming too with a few more strokes.
He sighs and catches his breath, resting his forehead on Fujigaya’s chest, his hair tickling his skin with the black locks that slide forward and cover his face as he looks down.
“It was worth to let my hair grow.”
Fujigaya cups his face and lifts it up to look at Yokoo’s satisfied expression.
“You did it for me?”
“I knew that you missed your hair so... I know it’s not the same thing, but if you ever feel like you want to touch mine...”
A smile lit Fujigaya’s face.
“Now get off me please, I can’t feel my legs anymore.”
Fujigaya moves away, but not before having kissed Yokoo’s lips while scrunching up his face with his hands.
“Wataru?” Fujigaya says while Yokoo reaches for the tissues on the table and passes some to Fujigaya as well.
“You know that watermelon shampoo you are using? Is there any chance I could borrow it? My hair is never been as soft as yours. Plus,” Fujigaya pauses to plunge a hand in Yokoo's hair again, "you look totally hot."
Yokoo’s lips bends with a smirk.
“Are you jealous?”
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Taipi's hair problems LOLX
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