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cloversworld) wrote2016-08-08 12:46 pm
cloversworld) wrote2016-08-08 12:46 pm
Fic: A Heart Frozen in Three Seconds
Title: A Heart Frozen in Three Seconds
Series: Bedmates - 8
Author: clover71
Fandom: Uta no Prince-sama
Pairing: Ichinose Tokiya/Ittoki Otoya
Rating: R
Word Count: 556
Description: Written for the word prompt 'dirty' from the 1drabble theme
A/N: Title comes from the (English-translated) lyrics of ‘Trust My Dream’ sung by Ittoki Otoya [CV. Terashima Takama].
Summary & Disclaimer: see MASTER POST
The marks that marred his neck and his chest were close to fading, no longer dark purple in color but still. He was lucky his skin wasn't as alabaster as Tokiya's so the marks weren’t that prominent but Otoya was certain the hickey close to his jugular notch couldn’t be any less eye-catching. Nobody had asked or said anything about it though, but that didn't mean no one had noticed.
Otoya blew out an exasperated breath, fogging the mirror in the process. Looking at these marks made him recall that night. It had been weeks now since it happened but he couldn’t get it off his mind, especially when he had a vivid reminder of it just three nights ago. Tokiya had returned to the dorm way past midnight drunk off his ass. Again. How he managed to even get his hands on alcohol considering he wasn’t of legal age yet was truly a mystery but that was beyond Otoya’s problem. Just like that night, Tokiya had climbed on his bed. This time though, all Tokiya did was plant love bites all over him then he passed out just as things were getting steamy.
Not that Otoya was hoping to get to the good part but.
Who was he kidding? Maybe he wanted Tokiya to… to do those things that drove him over the edge, to make him lose control, to touch him to the point that every inch of his skin would burn, to claim him like Tokiya did that night.
Otoya would be lying if he said he didn’t want those things to happen, that he didn’t want Tokiya. He watched himself in the mirror, watched his fingers glide from one love bite to another as if connecting the dots, and his eyes strayed down to see the bulge taking shape on his shorts.
Aaahhh, he screamed internally, ruffling his hair as if this would help get rid of the lewd thoughts polluting his head. To think he got half hard from fantasizing about Tokiya. How low could he sink, he wondered. Apparently low enough that he gave in to what his body craved and slid his hand inside his shorts, curling it around his cock in a not-so-tight grip and imagining it was Tokiya’s hand on him, stroking him to full hardness. Then he imagined Tokiya replacing his hand with his mouth and… oh… oh.
Cold thrill surged through his body that Otoya felt his knees growing weak, so he sank on the tiled floor, back pressed against the wall, his shorts pushed down his thighs and his hand wrapped around his cock once more. Otoya knew he should be feeling dirty for doing this but he couldn’t give a damn about it now. All he cared about was how this felt good, so so good that Otoya was driven close to his peak. He threw his head back, eyes falling shut when he felt the pressure on his balls, and he was coming, Tokiya’s name falling from his lips.
Then he heard the bathroom door open snapping him back to reality, and he felt the world crumble around him as soon as his eyes landed on Tokiya, who wasn’t looking straight at him but was staring at his uhm… at his crotch.
Tokiya’s cheeks were soon filled with a shade of crimson. He mumbled something completely unintelligible before stepping out in a rush and closing the door behind him.
Shit,shit, shit!
Series: Bedmates - 8
Author: clover71
Fandom: Uta no Prince-sama
Pairing: Ichinose Tokiya/Ittoki Otoya
Rating: R
Word Count: 556
Description: Written for the word prompt 'dirty' from the 1drabble theme
A/N: Title comes from the (English-translated) lyrics of ‘Trust My Dream’ sung by Ittoki Otoya [CV. Terashima Takama].
Summary & Disclaimer: see MASTER POST
The marks that marred his neck and his chest were close to fading, no longer dark purple in color but still. He was lucky his skin wasn't as alabaster as Tokiya's so the marks weren’t that prominent but Otoya was certain the hickey close to his jugular notch couldn’t be any less eye-catching. Nobody had asked or said anything about it though, but that didn't mean no one had noticed.
Otoya blew out an exasperated breath, fogging the mirror in the process. Looking at these marks made him recall that night. It had been weeks now since it happened but he couldn’t get it off his mind, especially when he had a vivid reminder of it just three nights ago. Tokiya had returned to the dorm way past midnight drunk off his ass. Again. How he managed to even get his hands on alcohol considering he wasn’t of legal age yet was truly a mystery but that was beyond Otoya’s problem. Just like that night, Tokiya had climbed on his bed. This time though, all Tokiya did was plant love bites all over him then he passed out just as things were getting steamy.
Not that Otoya was hoping to get to the good part but.
Who was he kidding? Maybe he wanted Tokiya to… to do those things that drove him over the edge, to make him lose control, to touch him to the point that every inch of his skin would burn, to claim him like Tokiya did that night.
Otoya would be lying if he said he didn’t want those things to happen, that he didn’t want Tokiya. He watched himself in the mirror, watched his fingers glide from one love bite to another as if connecting the dots, and his eyes strayed down to see the bulge taking shape on his shorts.
Aaahhh, he screamed internally, ruffling his hair as if this would help get rid of the lewd thoughts polluting his head. To think he got half hard from fantasizing about Tokiya. How low could he sink, he wondered. Apparently low enough that he gave in to what his body craved and slid his hand inside his shorts, curling it around his cock in a not-so-tight grip and imagining it was Tokiya’s hand on him, stroking him to full hardness. Then he imagined Tokiya replacing his hand with his mouth and… oh… oh.
Cold thrill surged through his body that Otoya felt his knees growing weak, so he sank on the tiled floor, back pressed against the wall, his shorts pushed down his thighs and his hand wrapped around his cock once more. Otoya knew he should be feeling dirty for doing this but he couldn’t give a damn about it now. All he cared about was how this felt good, so so good that Otoya was driven close to his peak. He threw his head back, eyes falling shut when he felt the pressure on his balls, and he was coming, Tokiya’s name falling from his lips.
Then he heard the bathroom door open snapping him back to reality, and he felt the world crumble around him as soon as his eyes landed on Tokiya, who wasn’t looking straight at him but was staring at his uhm… at his crotch.
Tokiya’s cheeks were soon filled with a shade of crimson. He mumbled something completely unintelligible before stepping out in a rush and closing the door behind him.
Shit,shit, shit!