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writetomyheart2020-05-28 02:43 pm
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[Team Four] Shadows Amongst the Lanterns
Running behind and haven't have the motivation to finish this, but it tapered off at a nice point, I think!
“The first place was too crowded…” Sanosuke hummed. The night air was warm, humid as the sound of beating drums could be heard in the distance. “How’s this spot?” He slurred his words against Saitou’s neck, leaving a trail of nipping kisses.
“Mmm…” Saitou groaned, stretching his neck back. His long fingers were twisted in Sanosuke’s gi, nails digging in as Sanosuke pinned him to a tall, thick tree. Sanosuke moved his leg between Saitou’s yukata clad thighs, the sound of crisp fabric rustling mingled with their gasps and moans. “I am not terribly bothered by an audience…”
Sanosuke just grinned, biting hard enough to earn a sharp intake of breath. Drums beat harder, the sound growing louder as the taiko drummers played out the finale; it was Obon in the midst of a Tokyo summer, one year after Kyoto. Bitter memories had lingered for Sanosuke throughout the day and night, the urge to light a stick of incense for a wiry man with golden eyes that had gone in a flash of smoke, to leave an offering for his soul, but ah…
Who should be playing the shamisen, seated and singing in the covered platform, in the centre of the dancing as paper lanterns swayed in the gentle breeze?
Sanosuke listened from a distance, watching that bastard play flawlessly, his singing rich and deep, until their eyes met. The bastard gave him a wolfish grin, his singing growing louder, but perhaps it was just that Sanosuke moved closer, to watch, entranced. Saitou excused himself between songs, giving his shamisen over to a pregnant woman that smirked, almost knowingly.
The smile on Saitou’s face…
It was calm, serene, even, as children ran around, two of them vying for Saitou’s attention before the woman called them back to her. The older boy looked to be about Yahiko’s age, the other still chubby and wobbly on his feet. Probably Saitou’s family…
Sanosuke had hesitated then, but Saitou didn’t. He sauntered over, the hair in his face rustled by the wind and Saitou ran a hand through his hair to brush it away, eyes closed for a moment before he opened them, bright and glowing in the floating lamps. They stood, facing one another, two tall men in a crowd of dancing and singing and it was Saitou that moved first, of course, leaning in close, whispering to Sanosuke, “it is a lovely night for a stroll.”
It was Sanosuke’s turn to smirk, holding out his arm for Saitou to take, and the wolf did, before they wandered off to find some place quiet to talk. Or fight. Or…
The woods close to the matsuri had been full of couples and families looking for a break from the hustle of the singing and dancing, but the further out they went…
Saitou groaned, pulling Sanosuke back to the moment, his mind clouded and wandering, abuzz with the pleasure and heat from this man that had appeared as if a ghost, should be a ghost. Each time Sanosuke tried to pull away, he was held firm, Saitou’s eyes glazed over as he drew in quick breaths.
“So…” Sanosuke managed to pulled back, licking his lips, looking at the overheated mess he had turned Saitou into. He was surprised by Saitou’s first kiss, but it only took him a moment before he was pushing Saitou against the tree they were using for support now. Sanosuke had taken command and Saitou seemed rather willing to give up his control… Salt stung his tongue as he licked at his lips again. “How do I go about seducin’ ya, Saitou…”
Saitou just chuckled, his long hair falling in his face, his skin glinting from the far off lantern light. “I don’t think seduction is necessary…”
Sanosuke considered Saitou, the ease in which he allowed himself to be pushed against the tree, held there by Sanosuke’s body. He was hard, they were both hard, Saitou’s firm flesh against Sanosuke’s clothed thigh. It seemed so easy for Saitou, the way he licked his lips, his head resting back against the rough bark, like he was perfectly comfortable. “Ya feel hard against me, y’seem int’ kissin’ but…”
“Oh…?” Saitou gave a rumbling chuckle. “Do I appear as if a blushing maiden, in need of further coaxing…?”
“Hnn…” Sanosuke groaned back, feeling a strong hand wandering over his body, skittering down his breast to his wrapped abdomen. He shuddered, taking in a sharp breath that had him bumping into Saitou’s body. “What I mean is…” he started again, trying to find the words, putting both of his hands on the tree around either side of Saitou’s head, pinning him there. Of course, if Saitou wished to be free, he would be. One did not cage this wolf. “How do I get ya in the mood for takin’?”
Saitou just chuckled, his eyes fluttering shut. “My wife would say I am always in the mood to be submissive…” Sanosuke drew in another sharp breath that had him jerking, humping his achingly hard cock against Saitou’s thigh. “For the right person, that is.”
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“The first place was too crowded…” Sanosuke hummed. The night air was warm, humid as the sound of beating drums could be heard in the distance. “How’s this spot?” He slurred his words against Saitou’s neck, leaving a trail of nipping kisses.
“Mmm…” Saitou groaned, stretching his neck back. His long fingers were twisted in Sanosuke’s gi, nails digging in as Sanosuke pinned him to a tall, thick tree. Sanosuke moved his leg between Saitou’s yukata clad thighs, the sound of crisp fabric rustling mingled with their gasps and moans. “I am not terribly bothered by an audience…”
Sanosuke just grinned, biting hard enough to earn a sharp intake of breath. Drums beat harder, the sound growing louder as the taiko drummers played out the finale; it was Obon in the midst of a Tokyo summer, one year after Kyoto. Bitter memories had lingered for Sanosuke throughout the day and night, the urge to light a stick of incense for a wiry man with golden eyes that had gone in a flash of smoke, to leave an offering for his soul, but ah…
Who should be playing the shamisen, seated and singing in the covered platform, in the centre of the dancing as paper lanterns swayed in the gentle breeze?
Sanosuke listened from a distance, watching that bastard play flawlessly, his singing rich and deep, until their eyes met. The bastard gave him a wolfish grin, his singing growing louder, but perhaps it was just that Sanosuke moved closer, to watch, entranced. Saitou excused himself between songs, giving his shamisen over to a pregnant woman that smirked, almost knowingly.
The smile on Saitou’s face…
It was calm, serene, even, as children ran around, two of them vying for Saitou’s attention before the woman called them back to her. The older boy looked to be about Yahiko’s age, the other still chubby and wobbly on his feet. Probably Saitou’s family…
Sanosuke had hesitated then, but Saitou didn’t. He sauntered over, the hair in his face rustled by the wind and Saitou ran a hand through his hair to brush it away, eyes closed for a moment before he opened them, bright and glowing in the floating lamps. They stood, facing one another, two tall men in a crowd of dancing and singing and it was Saitou that moved first, of course, leaning in close, whispering to Sanosuke, “it is a lovely night for a stroll.”
It was Sanosuke’s turn to smirk, holding out his arm for Saitou to take, and the wolf did, before they wandered off to find some place quiet to talk. Or fight. Or…
The woods close to the matsuri had been full of couples and families looking for a break from the hustle of the singing and dancing, but the further out they went…
Saitou groaned, pulling Sanosuke back to the moment, his mind clouded and wandering, abuzz with the pleasure and heat from this man that had appeared as if a ghost, should be a ghost. Each time Sanosuke tried to pull away, he was held firm, Saitou’s eyes glazed over as he drew in quick breaths.
“So…” Sanosuke managed to pulled back, licking his lips, looking at the overheated mess he had turned Saitou into. He was surprised by Saitou’s first kiss, but it only took him a moment before he was pushing Saitou against the tree they were using for support now. Sanosuke had taken command and Saitou seemed rather willing to give up his control… Salt stung his tongue as he licked at his lips again. “How do I go about seducin’ ya, Saitou…”
Saitou just chuckled, his long hair falling in his face, his skin glinting from the far off lantern light. “I don’t think seduction is necessary…”
Sanosuke considered Saitou, the ease in which he allowed himself to be pushed against the tree, held there by Sanosuke’s body. He was hard, they were both hard, Saitou’s firm flesh against Sanosuke’s clothed thigh. It seemed so easy for Saitou, the way he licked his lips, his head resting back against the rough bark, like he was perfectly comfortable. “Ya feel hard against me, y’seem int’ kissin’ but…”
“Oh…?” Saitou gave a rumbling chuckle. “Do I appear as if a blushing maiden, in need of further coaxing…?”
“Hnn…” Sanosuke groaned back, feeling a strong hand wandering over his body, skittering down his breast to his wrapped abdomen. He shuddered, taking in a sharp breath that had him bumping into Saitou’s body. “What I mean is…” he started again, trying to find the words, putting both of his hands on the tree around either side of Saitou’s head, pinning him there. Of course, if Saitou wished to be free, he would be. One did not cage this wolf. “How do I get ya in the mood for takin’?”
Saitou just chuckled, his eyes fluttering shut. “My wife would say I am always in the mood to be submissive…” Sanosuke drew in another sharp breath that had him jerking, humping his achingly hard cock against Saitou’s thigh. “For the right person, that is.”
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