Smutty undertones, and Hiiragi/Akane goodness. It's short, but sweet.
Not Going
by
Redex
Sex is a lot like basketball, Hiiragi thought as he waited for Tachibana to decide to awake. He was restrained from moving by a certain heavy arm that was draped across his torso.
There was, of course, the offensive and the defensive, the foreplay...
He smirked and tilted his head over far enough to look at the restful, snoring form of his lover. It had been like that for a few hours now. Tachibana on the other hand wasn't exactly much when it came to foreplay. It usually just involved an arm grabbing him around the waist or neck and a body pressing him up against a hard surface. Smiling lips that would find his skin no matter what; hair usually sweaty, sometimes wet that he could tangle his fingers in; hips pressing against his own...
He shifted a little in the bed, careful not to stir the body beside him. He didn't want to loose that sleeping face right now.
In basketball, like in life, it is hard to find someone who fits just perfectly, without thought or planning. Once you find them, you shouldn't let go. He knew this now: he wasn't going to let go.
He snuggled in a little closer and let his eyes fall shut for a moment, and when he opened them again he was staring into deep brown ones.
"Oh, did I wake you, sleeping beauty?"
"Mrr..."
His heart sped up, higher and higher, that rush of the game filling his head. No thought was necessary other than that which produced the movement they desired. Lips and tongues reached and met across the fabric expanse, soon followed by muscled, lean bodies.
It was no secret that both of them were very competitive.
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