Author's Note: I'm an angst slut that got bored in class and wrote this. The bolded is Shuichi, the italics Yuki, and the rest the actual story. Review. Might be continued.
It Should Be PerfectHe threw his lover down, kissing pink lips that matched pink hair. Hands held down hands, hips pinned down hips, a novelist's mouth moved from mouth to cheek to chin. A tongue crept into an ear whose owner cried out in pleasure. Mouth bit ear causing another sharp cry and a hand undid constricting pants, sliding them off of slender hips.
Is it a trend to go commando now?
Just between us.
Amidst the heat, another pair of pants was lost, as well as a pair of obstructing boxers. Fingers pushed into a wet mouth which was exchanged for a tight space. Fingers were replaced with a throbbing need. Pink lips cried out and this time another pair joined.
Sing for me.
Now?
Right now.
Pull out.
Furueteru shai na seikai nuke- michi o neratee.
Ease in.
Tadoritsuku basho e…
Back out.
Don't stop now.
I want a new world.
Slam. A tear slipped from the vocalist's eye, mixing with sweat.
Good boy.
He was rewarded with a kiss and a burst of white in his backside, more have his stomach a wet feel.
I love you.
Pull out. A smack.
Don't say that as if you knew a god damned thing about me.
That's when he left.
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Shuichi Shindo awoke with a pain in his back side as well as a red mark on his otherwise pale check. He covered it with make up and a smile.
After all, everyone is supposed to think things are perfect.