Spiral Fan Fiction / Spiral Suiri No Kizuna Fan Fiction ❯ These Games We Play ❯ These Games We Play ( Chapter 1 )

These Games We Play

A fanfiction by Narmima.

Started: November 1, 2005

Finished: November 1, 2005

Disclaimer. I don't own Spiral or any of these characters in this story.

 

 

He shoved the other boy roughly against the wall. In one fluid motion his had his hand down the other's pants and his tongue prying at his partner's lips. The other boy moaned and opened his mouth, his hips jerking towards the invading hand. Their lips parted, and the aggressor immediately turned his attention to his captive's neck.

 

“Asazuki..”

 

Asazuki smirked against the boy's skin, continuing his assault on the pale skin. He pulled his hand out of the other boy's pants, ignoring the groan of protest. His hands fumbled with the boy's jeans, finally getting the button undone. Asazuki rocked his jean-clad hips against the other boy's freed arousal, loving the moans of pleasure he was able to draw out.

 

“Asasuki.. touch me..”

 

“Hmm?” Asasuki's hand trailed over the other's bare stomach. He smirked.

 

The smirk disappeared in a groan as long fingers squeezed the bulge in his pants. “Fuck, Ayumu..”

 

The fingers didn't stop, and he moaned. Asazuki didn't protest as the fingers deftly undid his jeans and pushed them down to the floor, along with his boxers. He didn't make a sound as cool lips pressed to his, and pale fingers pushed his shirt up. He only moaned when Ayumu's mouth attached to his chest, and a hand fixed itself to his growing arousal.

 

Asazuki dropped his hands down, one groping at the other's ass, the other firmly grasping the other's hard-on. A moan sounded muffled against his chest and he stroked harder, his finger rubbing over the head. The hand on his arousal tightened, and slowly started moving.

 

Breaths grew heavier and moans sounded through the small bathroom. Asazuki gasped out Ayumu's name, and felt his climax approaching. He could feel Ayumu's breath growing hotter against his skin, and then all of a sudden he heard a scream, and felt the world slip. Warm liquid that was not his own spilled onto his hand, and he realized Ayumu had come too.

 

They stood there, just panting, Asazuki's slim body pressing Ayumu's against the tiled bathroom wall, and finally he gathered the strength to move away. He grabbed paper towels out of the dispenser - how convinient - and wiped his hands, gathering his clothes and quietly dressing. They never talked afterwards, and it was rare for them to speak even when they were touching each other. In the corner Ayumu was dressing too. Asazuki slipped his coat on and grabbed Ayumu, pressing his lips firmly against the other boy's again. They parted and their game was over.

 

“Tomorrow?”

 

“Mhm. Tomorrow.”