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[Team 1] Twinkle Twinkle Little Star
I should be working on other things, but this somehow happened. Maybe because there's not much fic in which Tottsu gets to top and their Australian journey definitely needed to be porned.
“...by ourselves,” Hashimoto mutters in his sleep. “There's apples.”
Totsuka laughs to himself – Hashimoto is just so damn cute, even in his sleep. As if to prove it, Hashimoto twitches next to him, like a hunting dog dreaming of a chase. Behind Hashimoto, Kawai's snores rise in pitch, then suddenly fall silent. Totsuka counts to thirty in his mind, and right at 30 Kawai gives a roaring snore that starts the cycle anew.
Sleep is eluding him, so Totsuka slides out of bed and climbs down without disturbing either one of the people sharing the big bed with him. The camping car is silent, apart from Kawai's snores that have reached the grunting stage. Only a bit of light falling in through the windows breaks the darkness, just enough for Totsuka to see one of Hashimoto's sweatshirts lying on the floor as he makes his way to the door. He picks it up impulsively and pulls it over his head. It's too big on him and the night is not cold enough that he needs it, but it might be better not to go outside in just his boxers, not that there's anyone around to see him at 3:42 in the morning.
Outside it's dark, few enough lights that he can see the stars clearly. The two staff camping cars are completely dark and there are no other campers around. But he is not alone after all, Goseki is sitting on a folding chair, either enjoying the night air or plotting world domination, Totsuka isn't sure. He leans his back against the camping car and looks up at the sky. It's peaceful and he's surprisingly glad to have company.
It's a quarter of an hour later when he feels a hand on his bare leg. Totsuka smiles. Other than himself, Goseki is the patient one in their group, none of the others would have been able to resist the temptation for more than three minutes. Goseki's palm slides up to his ass, groping him through his boxers.
When Totsuka leans down for a kiss, Goseki turns his face up to meet him. There's tongue, rather a lot of it. The folding chair isn't stable enough to hold them both, so Totsuka breaks the kiss after only a few minutes. He straightens up and they move around the camping car, putting it between them and the staff's windows, not that anyone is likely to look out at this time of night.
One of the good things about Goseki is that he doesn't need explanations, quite the opposite. Totsuka finds himself yanked close by the front of his borrowed sweatshirt and back into the kiss, not that he minds. He pinches one of Goseki's nipples, taking advantage of the fact that Goseki is wearing jeans and nothing else. In response, his ass is groped again and his hair gets pulled as well.
Totsuka knows a number of Goseki's weak spots and at this time of night he's not afraid to take advantage of them – they need at least an hour or two of sleep. He scratches his teeth over that spot where jaw meets neck, drags a single fingernail down the length of Goseki's spine and pinches Goseki's nipple, harder than before. When Goseki yanks him even closer, pressing their bodies together, something crinkles in the front pocket of Totsuka's borrowed sweatshirt.
It's a tube of lube and a condom packet that Goseki pulls out and they share a fond smile – only Hashimoto would leave such incriminating things openly in his pockets. Totsuka blinks in surprise when Goseki hands the tube of lube over to him, but who is he to argue? He sinks to his knees, pulls the zipper of Goseki's jeans down with his teeth, but for once Goseki doesn't seem to be in the mood for slow and teasing.
Goseki pushes his jeans down and kicks them off quickly, leaving Totsuka no opportunity for any teasing above-the-clothes touches. But if Totsuka is one thing, it's adaptable. He gets with the program and takes Goseki's dick into his mouth, coating his fingers with lube at the same time. His hair is too short to wrap around Goseki's fingers properly, but that doesn't stop Goseki from pulling, pulling it hard.
“You won't need to sing until we return to Japan.” Goseki's words startle Totsuka, more because it's the first time either one of them has spoken than because of what those words suggest. He relaxes his jaw and his throat, lets Goseki use him as hard as he wants. At the same time, he continues to prepare Goseki, slick fingers working patiently. Goseki is so tight, takes so long to let his fingers in, that Totsuka can't help but wonder how long it's been since Goseki last did it this way around, or perhaps it's just the tensions of this road trip manifesting in unexpected ways.
As soon as Totsuka can twist three fingers with reasonable ease, Goseki shifts his grip on Totsuka's hair and yanks his head back. Totsuka can take a hint, he pulls his fingers free and gets to his feet. Goseki shoves Totsuka's boxers down far enough to free his cock, rolls the condom on but makes no move to turn around. That suits Totsuka just fine – he's been wanting to fuck someone up against a wall for years and Goseki is just about the only one light enough for him to do so for more than a minute or two.
Totsuka shoves Goseki back, against the wall, then gets a good grip on his ass and lifts. Goseki reaches down to take a hold of Totsuka's dick, guides him in. It's slow work, waiting for Goseki's body to accept the intrusion, but Totsuka is patient and Goseki is light as a feather. There's no sign of discomfort on Goseki's face, but he has an iron grip on Totsuka's biceps, so Totsuka doesn't move until Goseki's fingers stop digging into his arms painfully.
At the first snap of Totsuka's hips Goseki gives a startled moan, louder than is sensible in a semi-public place, but Goseki regains control quickly and all his subsequent moans are quiet and barely audible. One of Goseki's hands ends up in Totsuka's hair again, Totsuka interprets the hair-pulling as an order to go faster and speeds up. It must have been the right decision, as his hair stays attached to his scalp for the moment.
He's panting already, not so much from moving his hips but from holding Goseki up – no matter how light Goseki is, it's still more weight than Totsuka is used to lifting for any length of time. On the other hand, Goseki doesn't seem to be in any hurry, he plays with his nipples in a leisurely manner as if he has all the time in the world.
Asking Goseki to hurry up would be pointless, Totsuka knows as much. Besides, it's not his style. Instead he shifts his grip on Goseki's ass and lifts him a tiny bit higher, changing the angle. He rolls his hips as well, keeps changing things until a thrust suddenly has Goseki gasping for air. Totsuka makes damn sure to keep that angle, hitting Goseki's sweet spot head on again and again.
It's not much later that Goseki takes a hold of his dick and strokes himself, but it seems an age to Totsuka, his arms protesting the strain. When Goseki starts to tighten around him, Totsuka looks down at Goseki's dick and away from his face – a courtesy, as orgasm is one of the few times when Goseki doesn't have complete control over what shows on his face. Not that looking at Goseki's dick is in any way a hardship, Goseki stroking himself is quite an appealing sight, his fingers curled tight around his flesh.
A few moments later Goseki comes, squeezing impossibly tight around Totsuka. Most of Goseki's come splashes against the sweatshirt Totsuka borrowed from Hashimoto, but Totsuka can't bring himself to care just at that moment, partly because he knows that the only thing Hashimoto will be upset about is the fact his sweatshirt got more action than he did.
While Totsuka pursues his own orgasm, getting closer with each rough thrust, Goseki calmly wipes his come-smeared hand clean on the sweatshirt. It's the image of Hashimoto's cute, pouting face that appears in Totsuka's mind which finally drives him over the edge. He rams in deep, a few last, desperate thrusts and then he's already spilling himself as he sees stars, the only thing that keeps him on his feet the knowledge of what Goseki will do to him if he drops him on the ground.
Goseki's hand is on his head again. Totsuka hopes vaguely that no come ends up in his hair, not that it would be the first time. He's pulled into a kiss, all tongue, and he wonders vaguely where Goseki takes the energy from. While they dress, Totsuka notices for the first time that between the two of them, they have just barely enough clothes to dress one person, but certainly not two. The tied off condom somehow ends up in the front pocket next to the tube of lube.
They go back into the camping car in companionable silence. Totsuka has just enough sense to pull the come-smeared sweatshirt over his head and drop it on the floor, more or less where he found it, before crawling into bed. Even in his sleep, Hashimoto must sense that there's a Totsuka near, because he rolls over and sprawls all over Totsuka. It's only when Hashimoto's warm skin touches his that Totsuka notices how cold he's gotten – Goseki was hot enough that he didn't even feel the chilly night air. Laughing quietly to himself, Totsuka finally falls asleep. Kawai's snores, currently at the snuffling hedgehog stage, follow him into his dreams.
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miquilis, I think?
“...by ourselves,” Hashimoto mutters in his sleep. “There's apples.”
Totsuka laughs to himself – Hashimoto is just so damn cute, even in his sleep. As if to prove it, Hashimoto twitches next to him, like a hunting dog dreaming of a chase. Behind Hashimoto, Kawai's snores rise in pitch, then suddenly fall silent. Totsuka counts to thirty in his mind, and right at 30 Kawai gives a roaring snore that starts the cycle anew.
Sleep is eluding him, so Totsuka slides out of bed and climbs down without disturbing either one of the people sharing the big bed with him. The camping car is silent, apart from Kawai's snores that have reached the grunting stage. Only a bit of light falling in through the windows breaks the darkness, just enough for Totsuka to see one of Hashimoto's sweatshirts lying on the floor as he makes his way to the door. He picks it up impulsively and pulls it over his head. It's too big on him and the night is not cold enough that he needs it, but it might be better not to go outside in just his boxers, not that there's anyone around to see him at 3:42 in the morning.
Outside it's dark, few enough lights that he can see the stars clearly. The two staff camping cars are completely dark and there are no other campers around. But he is not alone after all, Goseki is sitting on a folding chair, either enjoying the night air or plotting world domination, Totsuka isn't sure. He leans his back against the camping car and looks up at the sky. It's peaceful and he's surprisingly glad to have company.
It's a quarter of an hour later when he feels a hand on his bare leg. Totsuka smiles. Other than himself, Goseki is the patient one in their group, none of the others would have been able to resist the temptation for more than three minutes. Goseki's palm slides up to his ass, groping him through his boxers.
When Totsuka leans down for a kiss, Goseki turns his face up to meet him. There's tongue, rather a lot of it. The folding chair isn't stable enough to hold them both, so Totsuka breaks the kiss after only a few minutes. He straightens up and they move around the camping car, putting it between them and the staff's windows, not that anyone is likely to look out at this time of night.
One of the good things about Goseki is that he doesn't need explanations, quite the opposite. Totsuka finds himself yanked close by the front of his borrowed sweatshirt and back into the kiss, not that he minds. He pinches one of Goseki's nipples, taking advantage of the fact that Goseki is wearing jeans and nothing else. In response, his ass is groped again and his hair gets pulled as well.
Totsuka knows a number of Goseki's weak spots and at this time of night he's not afraid to take advantage of them – they need at least an hour or two of sleep. He scratches his teeth over that spot where jaw meets neck, drags a single fingernail down the length of Goseki's spine and pinches Goseki's nipple, harder than before. When Goseki yanks him even closer, pressing their bodies together, something crinkles in the front pocket of Totsuka's borrowed sweatshirt.
It's a tube of lube and a condom packet that Goseki pulls out and they share a fond smile – only Hashimoto would leave such incriminating things openly in his pockets. Totsuka blinks in surprise when Goseki hands the tube of lube over to him, but who is he to argue? He sinks to his knees, pulls the zipper of Goseki's jeans down with his teeth, but for once Goseki doesn't seem to be in the mood for slow and teasing.
Goseki pushes his jeans down and kicks them off quickly, leaving Totsuka no opportunity for any teasing above-the-clothes touches. But if Totsuka is one thing, it's adaptable. He gets with the program and takes Goseki's dick into his mouth, coating his fingers with lube at the same time. His hair is too short to wrap around Goseki's fingers properly, but that doesn't stop Goseki from pulling, pulling it hard.
“You won't need to sing until we return to Japan.” Goseki's words startle Totsuka, more because it's the first time either one of them has spoken than because of what those words suggest. He relaxes his jaw and his throat, lets Goseki use him as hard as he wants. At the same time, he continues to prepare Goseki, slick fingers working patiently. Goseki is so tight, takes so long to let his fingers in, that Totsuka can't help but wonder how long it's been since Goseki last did it this way around, or perhaps it's just the tensions of this road trip manifesting in unexpected ways.
As soon as Totsuka can twist three fingers with reasonable ease, Goseki shifts his grip on Totsuka's hair and yanks his head back. Totsuka can take a hint, he pulls his fingers free and gets to his feet. Goseki shoves Totsuka's boxers down far enough to free his cock, rolls the condom on but makes no move to turn around. That suits Totsuka just fine – he's been wanting to fuck someone up against a wall for years and Goseki is just about the only one light enough for him to do so for more than a minute or two.
Totsuka shoves Goseki back, against the wall, then gets a good grip on his ass and lifts. Goseki reaches down to take a hold of Totsuka's dick, guides him in. It's slow work, waiting for Goseki's body to accept the intrusion, but Totsuka is patient and Goseki is light as a feather. There's no sign of discomfort on Goseki's face, but he has an iron grip on Totsuka's biceps, so Totsuka doesn't move until Goseki's fingers stop digging into his arms painfully.
At the first snap of Totsuka's hips Goseki gives a startled moan, louder than is sensible in a semi-public place, but Goseki regains control quickly and all his subsequent moans are quiet and barely audible. One of Goseki's hands ends up in Totsuka's hair again, Totsuka interprets the hair-pulling as an order to go faster and speeds up. It must have been the right decision, as his hair stays attached to his scalp for the moment.
He's panting already, not so much from moving his hips but from holding Goseki up – no matter how light Goseki is, it's still more weight than Totsuka is used to lifting for any length of time. On the other hand, Goseki doesn't seem to be in any hurry, he plays with his nipples in a leisurely manner as if he has all the time in the world.
Asking Goseki to hurry up would be pointless, Totsuka knows as much. Besides, it's not his style. Instead he shifts his grip on Goseki's ass and lifts him a tiny bit higher, changing the angle. He rolls his hips as well, keeps changing things until a thrust suddenly has Goseki gasping for air. Totsuka makes damn sure to keep that angle, hitting Goseki's sweet spot head on again and again.
It's not much later that Goseki takes a hold of his dick and strokes himself, but it seems an age to Totsuka, his arms protesting the strain. When Goseki starts to tighten around him, Totsuka looks down at Goseki's dick and away from his face – a courtesy, as orgasm is one of the few times when Goseki doesn't have complete control over what shows on his face. Not that looking at Goseki's dick is in any way a hardship, Goseki stroking himself is quite an appealing sight, his fingers curled tight around his flesh.
A few moments later Goseki comes, squeezing impossibly tight around Totsuka. Most of Goseki's come splashes against the sweatshirt Totsuka borrowed from Hashimoto, but Totsuka can't bring himself to care just at that moment, partly because he knows that the only thing Hashimoto will be upset about is the fact his sweatshirt got more action than he did.
While Totsuka pursues his own orgasm, getting closer with each rough thrust, Goseki calmly wipes his come-smeared hand clean on the sweatshirt. It's the image of Hashimoto's cute, pouting face that appears in Totsuka's mind which finally drives him over the edge. He rams in deep, a few last, desperate thrusts and then he's already spilling himself as he sees stars, the only thing that keeps him on his feet the knowledge of what Goseki will do to him if he drops him on the ground.
Goseki's hand is on his head again. Totsuka hopes vaguely that no come ends up in his hair, not that it would be the first time. He's pulled into a kiss, all tongue, and he wonders vaguely where Goseki takes the energy from. While they dress, Totsuka notices for the first time that between the two of them, they have just barely enough clothes to dress one person, but certainly not two. The tied off condom somehow ends up in the front pocket next to the tube of lube.
They go back into the camping car in companionable silence. Totsuka has just enough sense to pull the come-smeared sweatshirt over his head and drop it on the floor, more or less where he found it, before crawling into bed. Even in his sleep, Hashimoto must sense that there's a Totsuka near, because he rolls over and sprawls all over Totsuka. It's only when Hashimoto's warm skin touches his that Totsuka notices how cold he's gotten – Goseki was hot enough that he didn't even feel the chilly night air. Laughing quietly to himself, Totsuka finally falls asleep. Kawai's snores, currently at the snuffling hedgehog stage, follow him into his dreams.
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miquilis, I think?
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I hope they got so much action on this trip, bless them.
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