Not entirely sure what happened with this...but it's interesting! I hope it's somewhat satisfying (;^__^)
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Nino completely undresses Sho and himself before pulling his bed sheet over their heads. Sho hugs Nino close, kissing his forehead.
“Now it’s just us,” Nino murmurs.
Nino says things like this, and they break Sho’s heart, because he doesn’t know where they come from. Nino tips his head up to meet Sho’s lips, rolling against Sho’s thigh. Their breath is trapped in the space created by Nino’s sheets and it makes Sho feel disoriented and wonderful.
“Lube,” Sho remembers aloud.
Nino chuckles, his breath tickling Sho’s ear.
“Haven’t you ever been camping?”
Sho shakes his head slowly (everything seems to move with the same rhythm of Nino’s hand on his cock), because he thinks Nino must have a different definition of camping, if it involves sucking on two of Sho’s fingers. He tries to pull away, but Nino has a tight grip on his wrist.
“I’m not fucking you without lube,” Sho says, teeth tugging gently at Nino’s earlobe.
Nino lets Sho’s hand go.
“Why not?”
“I’ll hurt you.”
“So?”
“I don’t want to hurt you,” Sho replies with a little dry laugh.
He touches Nino’s face to find his expression in the dark. It’s blank.
“What if I want it to hurt?” Nino asks, voice small.
Sho leans over Nino and kisses him, the sheet slipping down a bit.
“I can’t do that,” Sho answers, his lips hovering over Nino’s. “Please don’t ask me to.”
Nino doesn’t say anything, just wraps his arms around Sho’s shoulders, consenting. Sho slips out of the embrace and settles between Nino’s legs. Nino’s fingers move restlessly through Sho’s hair as his lips slide easily over Nino’s length.
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Date: 2008-10-18 07:53 am (UTC)---
Nino completely undresses Sho and himself before pulling his bed sheet over their heads. Sho hugs Nino close, kissing his forehead.
“Now it’s just us,” Nino murmurs.
Nino says things like this, and they break Sho’s heart, because he doesn’t know where they come from. Nino tips his head up to meet Sho’s lips, rolling against Sho’s thigh. Their breath is trapped in the space created by Nino’s sheets and it makes Sho feel disoriented and wonderful.
“Lube,” Sho remembers aloud.
Nino chuckles, his breath tickling Sho’s ear.
“Haven’t you ever been camping?”
Sho shakes his head slowly (everything seems to move with the same rhythm of Nino’s hand on his cock), because he thinks Nino must have a different definition of camping, if it involves sucking on two of Sho’s fingers. He tries to pull away, but Nino has a tight grip on his wrist.
“I’m not fucking you without lube,” Sho says, teeth tugging gently at Nino’s earlobe.
Nino lets Sho’s hand go.
“Why not?”
“I’ll hurt you.”
“So?”
“I don’t want to hurt you,” Sho replies with a little dry laugh.
He touches Nino’s face to find his expression in the dark. It’s blank.
“What if I want it to hurt?” Nino asks, voice small.
Sho leans over Nino and kisses him, the sheet slipping down a bit.
“I can’t do that,” Sho answers, his lips hovering over Nino’s. “Please don’t ask me to.”
Nino doesn’t say anything, just wraps his arms around Sho’s shoulders, consenting. Sho slips out of the embrace and settles between Nino’s legs. Nino’s fingers move restlessly through Sho’s hair as his lips slide easily over Nino’s length.
“Thank you,” Nino breathes.