||[Jul. 24th, 2013|01:05 am]
sweat drop down my
Shindou leaned in and caught the bead of sweat on his tongue, licking roughly up the side of Touya's cheek. The skin was left slick with saliva.
"What? No it's not." To prove his point, Shindou located another drop of sweat sliding down the side of Touya's neck and went for it, latching on and sucking hard enough to leave a mark.
"Shindou!" Touya grabbed him by the hair and yanked him backwards. Shindou gasped from the pain and breathlessness. "I told you, not on the neck! Nothing visible."
"Ahhh, you can wear a turtleneck." Shindou was already distracted again, looking for sweat elsewhere on Touya's body. ...There, down the side of his torso from under his armpit!
"It's nearly 40 degrees out, Shindou. I am not going to wear a turtleneck."
Shindou made a half-hearted scoffing sound, more interested in licking and biting his way across Touya's jutting hipbone. Touya leaned back on his arms and sighed, tilting his head to look up at the ceiling. Shindou's mouth felt good; the cool trail of spit evaporating from his skin left in Shindou's wake felt even better.
"Mmmm," hummed Shindou, now reaching Touya's belly button. He considered it, then abruptly thrust his tongue inside, swirling it thoroughly around the interior to collect the sweat that had pooled there. The slight stench of Touya's belly filled Shindou's nostrils while the salty tang of the droplets filled Shindou's mouth, and Shindou kept working his tongue around in that circle, seeking more of that flavor. Touya's torso twitched ever so slightly while Shindou did so, little jerks and spasms not fully contained.
"Mmmmmm," Shindou drew his head back and looked up at Touya, alternately grinning and licking his lips. "Ticklish, huh?"
"I don't know what you're talking about," Touya said with an exceptionally straight face. "I am certainly nothing of the sort."
Shindou repeated the belly button licking exercise until Touya broke down giggling and shoved his head away.
"You know," Touya pointed out once he got his breathing back under control, "we were supposed to play a game. That's why you came over in the first place."
"Yeah, I know." Smiling, Shindou scraped his nails lightly over Touya's belly and felt it jump slightly. "But it's hard to keep my concentration when you're not wearing any clothes."
"You're ridiculous," said Touya, carding his fingers into Shindou's sweat-damp hair and getting a firm grip. "I never have a problem with that."
"Oh?" Shindou smirked upward while Touya pushed his head downward, until he had Shindou's cheek pressed against the side of his cock. "You call this not being distracted?"
"Well, when you get like this it's apparent we won't be able to get any real playing done until the source of your distraction is dealt with." Heaving a long-suffering sigh, Touya pressed two of his fingers into Shindou's easily-parted mouth, spreading his lips open wide, then dragging Shindou by the hair to take in Touya's cock as he began to thrust upward lazily.
Shindou made some kind of sound around Touya's cock that might have been a moan or might have been an argument, but was no longer intelligible with his mouth full and bobbing up and down, guided by Touya's hand tight and just this side of painful on his head.
Touya loved getting the last word.