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writetomyheart2013-01-31 09:44 pm
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[Team 2] dirty glances
I just had the sudden urger for TamSen? I have no idea where I came from but~
"What? I thought we stopped that."
Tamamori doesn't answer, pulling Senga off to one of the empty rooms and pushing Senga against the wall. "Since when?" He asks, eyes serious as he looks at Senga's mildly confused expression, but the deep look behind Senga's eyes if you stare at them long enough tells how amused he really is.
"Since we wear eyeliner all the time?"
Tamamori scoffs. "It's still effective, have you seen yourself?"
This makes Senga smirk. "Am I hot, Tama-chan?" He waits for a response that comes in the form of Tamamori pressing their lips together, kissing him hard enough to bruise their lips. It's rushed, all harsh breaths and tiny gasps, Tamamori's tongue daring and licking it's way against Senga's own.
"Is that answer enough for you?" Tamamori pulls away to find Senga's eyes dark, darker than usual, but that could just be the effects of the eyeliner. Dame eyeliner. This is why they have a clause for it!
Tilting his head innocently Senga hums. "Maybe. But I think you have more to say on the matter."
Tamamori blinks and then feels the rock of Senga's hips against his own, closing his eyes and inhaling deeply through his nose.
Yes, Tamamori thinks and forces his eyes open to look at Senga who is shooting him a knowing look that seems dirtier than it should be. Senga shouldn't know how to do that, and it shouldn't have such an effect on Tamamori but it does, making him wish they had more time than a short break where he could keep Senga all to himself and--
"Hurry it up!" A voice calls from the other side of the closed door. "Everyone knows what you're doing." It's Fujigaya.
Tamamori groans at the sudden boner kill, moment lost because Fujigaya has to ruin everyone's fun if he isn't involved (or hasn't recently got any).
Senga kisses him consolingly, slow and deep, making Tamamori strain for air when they break apart again. "Next time," he promises, and slips from between Tamamori and the wall, leaving the room. "You ruin everything Taipi," Tamamori over hears Senga say as they start down the hall.
He takes a minute to pull himself together before going to meet back up with the other. Miyata clings to him once again, and Nikaido looks torn between sticking to Senga or fighting Fujigaya for Yokoo as usual and Kitayama, well he's looking around with sleepy eyes, probably just woken up thanks to Nikaido being loud as usual. They all go back to work after that, things as usual and with his goofing around, Tamamori doesn't notice the promising look Senga gives him until much later when Senga links their arms together.
"I'm going home with Tama-chan today," he announces. Tamamori's only confused until Senga gives him a knowing look and he nods in response. "We haven't hung out in a while."
"If by hang out you mean fuck, then yeah," Fujigaya snorts, outing them like he gets paid to do it.
Tamamori rolls his eyes but doesn't say anything, distracted by how warm Senga is next to him. And he's constantly warm as they leave the building, and the others, heading to Tamamori's house because his mom is so much more okay with this.
He doesn't even think about it, flopping onto his bed when they get back to Tamamori's room, letting out a deep sigh.
In the end they don't fuck, just getting off quickly, or Senga gets him off, showing that he can do more than just give filthy looks. His mouth is pretty dirty too. It brings soft mumbles from Tamamori's lips, telling him what to do, or just muttering Senga's name again and again, until he feels lifeless on his own bed and watching with mild interest as Senga jerks off quickly, adding to the small mess he's left on Tamamori.
"Sorry," he pants, but Tamamori can't really be bothered to make a fuss about it now, enjoying Senga's sweat slick skin once they're pressed together again, kisses lazy as he drifts off to sleep, warm thanks to Senga being in his bed.
"Eyeliner clause" Tamamori says dragging Senga behind him by the arm, grip tight.
"What? I thought we stopped that."
Tamamori doesn't answer, pulling Senga off to one of the empty rooms and pushing Senga against the wall. "Since when?" He asks, eyes serious as he looks at Senga's mildly confused expression, but the deep look behind Senga's eyes if you stare at them long enough tells how amused he really is.
"Since we wear eyeliner all the time?"
Tamamori scoffs. "It's still effective, have you seen yourself?"
This makes Senga smirk. "Am I hot, Tama-chan?" He waits for a response that comes in the form of Tamamori pressing their lips together, kissing him hard enough to bruise their lips. It's rushed, all harsh breaths and tiny gasps, Tamamori's tongue daring and licking it's way against Senga's own.
"Is that answer enough for you?" Tamamori pulls away to find Senga's eyes dark, darker than usual, but that could just be the effects of the eyeliner. Dame eyeliner. This is why they have a clause for it!
Tilting his head innocently Senga hums. "Maybe. But I think you have more to say on the matter."
Tamamori blinks and then feels the rock of Senga's hips against his own, closing his eyes and inhaling deeply through his nose.
"Is there something else you wanted, Tama-chan?"
Yes, Tamamori thinks and forces his eyes open to look at Senga who is shooting him a knowing look that seems dirtier than it should be. Senga shouldn't know how to do that, and it shouldn't have such an effect on Tamamori but it does, making him wish they had more time than a short break where he could keep Senga all to himself and--
"Hurry it up!" A voice calls from the other side of the closed door. "Everyone knows what you're doing." It's Fujigaya.
Tamamori groans at the sudden boner kill, moment lost because Fujigaya has to ruin everyone's fun if he isn't involved (or hasn't recently got any).
Senga kisses him consolingly, slow and deep, making Tamamori strain for air when they break apart again. "Next time," he promises, and slips from between Tamamori and the wall, leaving the room. "You ruin everything Taipi," Tamamori over hears Senga say as they start down the hall.
He takes a minute to pull himself together before going to meet back up with the other. Miyata clings to him once again, and Nikaido looks torn between sticking to Senga or fighting Fujigaya for Yokoo as usual and Kitayama, well he's looking around with sleepy eyes, probably just woken up thanks to Nikaido being loud as usual. They all go back to work after that, things as usual and with his goofing around, Tamamori doesn't notice the promising look Senga gives him until much later when Senga links their arms together.
"I'm going home with Tama-chan today," he announces. Tamamori's only confused until Senga gives him a knowing look and he nods in response. "We haven't hung out in a while."
"If by hang out you mean fuck, then yeah," Fujigaya snorts, outing them like he gets paid to do it.
Tamamori rolls his eyes but doesn't say anything, distracted by how warm Senga is next to him. And he's constantly warm as they leave the building, and the others, heading to Tamamori's house because his mom is so much more okay with this.
He doesn't even think about it, flopping onto his bed when they get back to Tamamori's room, letting out a deep sigh.
Senga is on him in the next second, straddling his waist, arms on either side of his head. Tamamori can still see the eyeliner, though, it's not as dark as it was earlier.
In the end they don't fuck, just getting off quickly, or Senga gets him off, showing that he can do more than just give filthy looks. His mouth is pretty dirty too. It brings soft mumbles from Tamamori's lips, telling him what to do, or just muttering Senga's name again and again, until he feels lifeless on his own bed and watching with mild interest as Senga jerks off quickly, adding to the small mess he's left on Tamamori.
"Sorry," he pants, but Tamamori can't really be bothered to make a fuss about it now, enjoying Senga's sweat slick skin once they're pressed together again, kisses lazy as he drifts off to sleep, warm thanks to Senga being in his bed.
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lmao taipi. bitter, bitter taipi the boner killer. though i just thought to myself "it would be fine if they included him" and that is a threesome i never knew i always wanted. thanks for that.
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ooh, kinky threesome yes pls. not writing it. /flees.
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