Slice of Life
Hiragana II
�Aa.�
He said the sound and wrote the character. The end of the brush went in his mouth for a moment as he worried over it. Was the curve right? The cross too long? The funny, fish-shaped thing too wide?
�It�s fine, Shint,� Aoshi said soothingly from beside him. Aoshi was reading. Shinta�s jealousy flashed brightly for a moment. He wanted so, so badly to read!
He crushed the feeling, comforting himself by touching Aoshi�s leg. Aoshi smiled, and Shinta was sure his lover understood exactly what the touch had meant. He continued practicing. �Ooh.�
Perhaps five minutes later, he was finally satisfied with that one. Aoshi gave him a compliment, and Shinta kissed his hand. Shinta slowly went through the letters, writing on every inch of the paper, back and front. He stopped and stretched. Ten characters. Ten. Out of hundreds, if he included kanji. A small, frustrated sigh escaped him.
Aoshi was still reading some damned thing or another, but his hand was resting on Shinta�s thigh.
An idea sprouted in Shinta�s wicked little mind, and he bent his head once more over the paper.
A moment later, he glanced back over his shoulder. Carefully, he drew his bottom lip between his teeth and squirmed ever-so-slightly. Aoshi�s eyes turned to him. �Koi?�
�Is this one okay?� Aoshi had to lean forward to see it. When he did, his eyes scrunched. Then his face flushed and his eyes flew open very, very wide.
Shinta had drawn stickmen. Stickmen who were obviously stickmen and not stickwomen. One stickman was on his knees doing indecent . . . delightful . . . things to the other stickman. The one on its knees had very long hair. �Um . . .� Aoshi croaked.
�Well, I like this one better.�
Aoshi really, really wanted to look away. But he couldn�t. Not when Shinta�s little hands were guiding the brush, drawing lewd little stickmen. When Shinta had finished, the long-haired stickman seemed gleefully as it was fucked into whatever surface Shinta had imagined. Shinta smirked at him and ran his small, pink tongue over his lips.
Aoshi gave up and took the brush from Shinta. �Here�s one I like.�
Before long, Shinta was squirming in earnest. Aoshi was talking as he drew, his low voice hypnotic and soft, arousing. �I�d touch you here . . . pull you down . . . You�d scream my name, and I would be inside you.�
�Oh!� Shinta hissed. He grabbed Aoshi�s hand, pulling the brush away. He brought Aoshi�s fingers into his mouth and began to lick and suck them. Aoshi watched this for a moment, fascinated. Too much, though. Too much of some things, not enough of others.
He stood, pulling Shinta with him, his fingers not leaving the warm, wetness Shinta offered. Aoshi stumbled backwards, into the small house and their room, shedding clothes as they went. Ah, it was wonderful to live alone . . . to not worry about strewn clothes . . .
Still had to be careful of noise though, dammit. Aoshi wanted to hear Shinta scream.
�What do you want, baby?� Aoshi asked. His voice was rough, and Shinta was still licking his fingers. He bent to nuzzle Shinta�s ear and throat, biting the lobe and leaving marks as he went. He chuckled against Shinta�s skin.
�You!� Shinta cried. �Don�t care how!�
�Tell me, precious. Fast? Slow? Hard? Do you wanna cum in my hand, my mouth? Or do you want me to bend you over and fuck you, let you take care of yourself?� Aoshi eased his fingers underneath Shinta�s final garments, sliding them to the floor, leaving Shinta pale and naked and trembling before him.
Shinta was a confection, and Aoshi currently did not have the willpower to cherish him as he deserved. He really, really hoped that Shinta would say fast, hard, now, there . . . needed him to. . . But, there was one way to make Shinta ready . . .
�Oh!� Shinta gasped. He arched up, onto his tiptoes, his hips pressing towards Aoshi.
Shinta was still warm and moist around his fingers from last night. Aoshi caught one of Shinta�s legs and pulled it up so that it rested over Aoshi�s hip. He began to thrust his finger gently�he wanted Shinta so badly, but not even that would ever make Aoshi hurt him.
�Oh, Aoshi! Koibito! Now!�
Oh, that was all the instruction Shinomori Aoshi needed.
It didn�t take them long. The oil lay beside the futon. Aoshi�s movements were quick and precise, spreading him wide. He slid inside smoothly, grazing the lump inside Shinta that made him writhe and cry out. Aoshi sank in Shinta�s warmth and just�waited. Waited.
Then Shinta�s hands crawled up Aoshi�s arms to grip his shoulders. �Oh, beloved. Please. Now. Please. Please. PleASE.� Aoshi began to move, throwing off Shinta�s desperate cries. Now they were punctuated, rising and falling as Aoshi moved within him. �AoSHI! God! Yes! Want you so MUCH! Ah, YES!�
Once again, Shinta was using one of Aoshi�s greatest weaknesses to his advantage. Aoshi loved to hear Shinta scream, moan, cry out, talk dirty, grunt . . . His lips found Shinta�s in a quick, heated kiss as a reward.
�Ah, Shinta!� Aoshi groaned. He reached between them to wrap Shinta�s cock in his hand.
It didn�t take long after that. Shinta came gasping and screaming; his seed sprayed white and hot over Aoshi�s hand and his own belly. Seeing that�Shinta�s arched neck and back, his hair fanning across their bed, face lax in pleasure, breath heaving; hearing it�Shinta�s gasping breaths, his mewling little cries, the thin screams, �Aoshi, more, harder! Yes! Aoshi! Yes!� Feeling it�Shinta was tight and hot around him, wet from last night, and he was tighter, yes, so much tighter when he came, yes, yes!
Aoshi�s thighs clenched; his sac tightened. He thrust once, twice, three times more and came. He filled Shinta and shuddered when it was done. In a moment, he carefully pulled himself out; they both whimpered at the loss. Then he lay beside Shinta and pulled him close, and Shinta curled into a tiny, trembling ball against his chest.
�Thank you, koi, �Shinta whispered.
�Hn,� Aoshi replied. Shinta giggled and kissed his chest.
�I think I kinda like you.�
Aoshi smirked. �You�ll keep me around?�
�For a while.�
Aoshi chuckled and kissed Shinta�s forehead. �Go to sleep, lovely.�
�Hai, Aoshi-koi.�
They slept.
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