One Tequila, Two Tequila, Three Tequila, Floor.
Resistance is futile when alcohol is involved. Kira/Hisagi. Hawt dang.
Kira Izuru was drunk. Blind drunk. Literally. He was aware that could feel hands against his body, rubbing his body and caressing his body. He was also aware that he could feel hair against his chest, hot sticky breath on his stomach and teeth trailing patterns and nipping at his bare skin. He just didn't know to whom these things belonged. At the beginning he hadn't really minded, the other person was certainly being pleasant enough and Kira in his stupor was quite happy to "let the good times roll" as they say.
And roll they did. The firm hands that until now had been occupiedrunning up and down his sides were now making their sensual and deliberate way down his WOAH! As a hand slipped beneath his hakama Izuru snapped a little bit out of his drunken daze. Did he really want this to be happening? He didn't have much time to decide the fingers were creeping tantalisingly slowly across his most private area of skin any second now it would be too late to stop this. With a great deal of effort Izuru forced his glossy eyes to focus.
"Hisagi?" He asked, slurring rather more than he intended to.
"Who were you expecting?" The other man quipped stopping his mouths rather detailed work on the top of Izuru's hips for a minute.
The discovery that he was in bed with another man did not suprise Izuru nearly as much as you would think it would. Perhaps he had always known deep in his heart that his desires lay beyond the female form. Or perhaps he was just wasted and horny. Either way right at this moment Izuru thought Hisagi was sexy. Hisagi, who was still looking up at him laughed.
"God Kira you really are drunk aren't you?" He snickered. Izuru tried to arrange his face into a more sober expression, maybe ever a seductive expression. He succeeded only in looking like he was going to be sick.
Hisagi didn't seem to mind though and Izuru thought he must have pulled off 'seductive' quite well for the next minute Hisagi had lunged towards his face and captured his mouth with his own. Izuru kissed him back with all the force he could muster. Hisagi was quite an aggressive kisser, his tounge stabbing deep into Izuru mouth, when he managed to combat Hisagi's tongue with his own it was as if they were in battle. Testing each other, teasing each other and colliding with each other furiously. Only when it became necessary for them to breath did they break apart and then it was only for a moment. This time it was Izuru that started the kiss, bumping his lips clumsily against his lovers and running his tongue along his bottom lip, begging for entrance. Instead of allowing him into his mouth again Hisagi pulled away slightly. With a small moan Izuru waited to see what would come next, but Hisagi merely crushed his lips down again before forcefully, but not painfully biting onto Izuru's lower lip with his teeth. Izuru understood, Hisagi wanted all the power. Well that was just fine he could do what he liked with his body tonight, Izuru was sure he was going to enjoy it.
AN: Love it? Hate it? Sickened to your very core? I don't know what possessed me to write this but these two are cute together right? If other people seem to like this I might consider doing a continuation... ;)