“How… how do you know…?” He asked eventually, turning his head away so he wasn’t looking Yamapi in the eye. “How do I know you want to stay?” Yamapi’s fingers slid further over Shige’s thigh until the tips were brushing his inseam. “Or how do I know you want me?” Shige’s head snapped to the side fast enough to give him whiplash, and he found himself almost nose to nose with Yamapi. His first instinct was to reel away, but when Yamapi didn’t move, Shige stayed frozen, breathing shallowly. “I’m, I…” Shige felt his face burning hotter with each fumbled word, and Yamapi’s eyes softened. His lips parted, and then his hand was gliding up Shige’s back, between his shoulder blades. It came to rest in his hair, the heel pressed to the nape of his neck, and then Yamapi was guiding their faces together, closer and closer until his lips were hovering so close to Shige’s they were almost touching. “I want you too,” Yamapi murmured before he closed the remaining distance between them, and Shige let his eyes slip shut, let Yamapi kiss him. ----- /incoherent/ |typist|
Posted on: Sat, 22 Jun 2013 07:06:52 +0000
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