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writetomyheart2013-10-29 07:55 pm
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[Team 1] We have all night
Ah my turn already. So here goes. Don't have a lot of time the next two days so just something short.
His eyes followed the figure of the shorter male and he laughed softly. “I said sorry, alright? And you have to admit that it wasn’t entirely my fault!”
“You still played along with it,” the other grumbled and then stopped in his tracks since they had reached the door to the changing rooms. “And it’s not me or anything but what are you going to do when somebody blabs this out to the wrong people? Your ass will be in trouble.”
“You have to admit though that you have the perfect girlfriend size,” Iwamoto grinned. “At least when you’re wearing something like this. Under different circumstances, I assure you, nobody would mistake you for a member of the opposite sex. Unless you do that thing with your voice again. And that would be your own fault then.” He stretched. “As for people telling things to the media, we have pictures to prove it’s you and wouldn’t that be a funny story now? Iwamoto Hikaru on a date with a cute female - turns out its fellow Snow Man Sakuma Daisuke. The tabloid would burn itself in shame.”
Sakuma grumbled and opened the door, “Okay, okay. Can we drop the subject?” Iwamoto could see the other’s lips twitch a little though at his comment.
Once the cabin in the changing room area is locked behind them, Sakuma undid the obi holding up the yukata he was wearing. It slid off his shoulders, the size being just a little too large for his frame. Iwamoto watched the scene unfold and caught the yukata before it could slide all the way down.
Iwamoto pulled Sakuma against him and pressed a gentle kiss onto the other’s bare shoulder and proceeded to kiss his way up to the other’s neck slowly.
“Hikaru,” Sakuma’s voice was barely more than a whisper. “Not here.”
“Tempting.”
“I know. But it’s too dangerous. Stick with the karaoke room.”
He knew the other was right so he reluctantly let go and they both continued to get changed.
His disappointment of being unable to continue in the changing room disappeared a little later, when Sakuma dimmed the lights of their karaoke room and straddled his lap on the narrow but comfy sofa. He could feel something inside of him stir.
It came fully to live when the other whispered into his ear.
“We have all night.”
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ltgmars
His eyes followed the figure of the shorter male and he laughed softly. “I said sorry, alright? And you have to admit that it wasn’t entirely my fault!”
“You still played along with it,” the other grumbled and then stopped in his tracks since they had reached the door to the changing rooms. “And it’s not me or anything but what are you going to do when somebody blabs this out to the wrong people? Your ass will be in trouble.”
“You have to admit though that you have the perfect girlfriend size,” Iwamoto grinned. “At least when you’re wearing something like this. Under different circumstances, I assure you, nobody would mistake you for a member of the opposite sex. Unless you do that thing with your voice again. And that would be your own fault then.” He stretched. “As for people telling things to the media, we have pictures to prove it’s you and wouldn’t that be a funny story now? Iwamoto Hikaru on a date with a cute female - turns out its fellow Snow Man Sakuma Daisuke. The tabloid would burn itself in shame.”
Sakuma grumbled and opened the door, “Okay, okay. Can we drop the subject?” Iwamoto could see the other’s lips twitch a little though at his comment.
Once the cabin in the changing room area is locked behind them, Sakuma undid the obi holding up the yukata he was wearing. It slid off his shoulders, the size being just a little too large for his frame. Iwamoto watched the scene unfold and caught the yukata before it could slide all the way down.
Iwamoto pulled Sakuma against him and pressed a gentle kiss onto the other’s bare shoulder and proceeded to kiss his way up to the other’s neck slowly.
“Hikaru,” Sakuma’s voice was barely more than a whisper. “Not here.”
“Tempting.”
“I know. But it’s too dangerous. Stick with the karaoke room.”
He knew the other was right so he reluctantly let go and they both continued to get changed.
His disappointment of being unable to continue in the changing room disappeared a little later, when Sakuma dimmed the lights of their karaoke room and straddled his lap on the narrow but comfy sofa. He could feel something inside of him stir.
It came fully to live when the other whispered into his ear.
“We have all night.”
Your turn
ltgmars