LOST - 15

Tongues in each other’s mouths; rationality thrown outside. Two fingers inside; moans muffled by his lover’s kisses. In and out; slow but rubbed rough. Saliva, sweat, blood. Hot air, racing hearts, hazy heads. Salty, slimy, lewd with a faint taste of fruits.

Kazuki grinned; he was right about Yoshiro’s mouth tasting like fruits. His hand held Yoshiro’s nape, pushing him closer, while the other: had his palm all over Yoshiro’s buttocks. He tried pushing his fingers deeper, earning him a sharp moan from his lover. He stopped for a while, just to relish looking at putting Yoshiro in a pain like that. He, then, continued kissing----nibbling the man’s neck. The man moaned directly in his ear. He figured Yoshiro didn’t mean to, but he enjoyed it anyway. He increased the speed of his fingers.

“O-Oi---“

He pretended not to hear and continued fingering him.

“K-Kazu---ki!”