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LOST IN THE MOMENT

Mashiro and Takagi were suddenly very still and very aware of their position. It was late or rather very early in the morning and heavy breathing filled the air. Takagi lay on his back where his had fallen with Mashiro pressed up against him in an effort to reach the page Takagi held out of reach – a stupid name idea that had had them play fighting for control. Only it ended up with them now staring at each other and conscious of the fact that Mashiro was positioned firming between Takagi's legs; their faces mere millimetres apart.

"Your eyes," breathed Mashiro suddenly.

"Huh?"

Takagi was confused. His glasses had been knocked off and his vision was blurred but he could feel Mashiro's breath across his mouth as he spoke.

"I've never noticed your eyes before. They are hidden by your glasses," said Mashiro. "They are warm like Miho's."

Again there was silence and their breathing slowed. Takagi opened his mouth to speak then Mashiro was kissing him. And he was kissing back.

The kiss was soft and exploring, neither looking for dominance until Mashiro sudden broke off.

"Sorry," he said blushing. "I was thinking of…"

"I know."

Mashiro suddenly frowned.

"You were kissing back," he accused.

"Yeah," said Takagi at length.

"Why?"

Takagi thought for a moment.

"I was curious," he eventually said.

"Curious?"

"The only other person I've kissed is Miyoshi," said Takagi as if it explained everything.

Mashiro studied Takagi. He was serious but then Mashiro shouldn't have been surprised. Their current life of drawing and writing had, in part, been started with Takagi's curious interest in editors.

"You're still lying on me," pointed out Takagi.

"Shujin," started Mashiro softly as if he was scared of his words. "How curious are…"

Takagi's eyes narrowed.

"I've never kissed anyone," blurted Mashiro.

"You want to practice kissing on me?" asked Takagi.

Mashiro looked embarrassed.

"And you haven't not kissed anyone – you just kissed me," added Takagi.

Mashiro was silent.

"Either get off me or-" started Takagi but Mashiro had pre-empted him with a kiss.

This kiss was different. Mashiro had pulled himself forward to better reach Takagi's mouth, resulting in sensations where their hips met. Hot sensations that made both of them slightly unsure but wanting more. Mashiro deepened the kiss and slowing began rocking his hips in time to Takagi's breathing. Takagi turned his head to the side in an attempt to stop – it was going beyond playfulness and into realms of things he knew nothing about.

"Saiko," he muttered.

Mashiro was giddy with the new feelings flowing through his body. He felt in control and wanted more. He heard Takagi called him and vaguely waited for Takagi to push him away and tell him to stop but he was unaware of the rush Takagi felt as he kissed and licked Takagi's throat and neck leaving Takagi wanting more – wanting Mashiro to kiss his skin. It didn't matter to him at that moment that it was Mashiro and not Miyoshi. It could have been anyone and his curiosity would have lapped it up.

Both were brought to their senses when Mashiro started fumbling with his pants. They broke apart, breathing heavily and aching for release.

"I'm not finishing you off," panted Takagi.

Mashiro shook his head and slid off to the side.

"Just keep kissing me," he breathed and pushed his hand down the front of his pants.

Takagi just nodded and followed suit. Mashiro's free hand snaked round Takagi's head pushing his fingers into Takagi's hair, pulling to the side so he could gain access to his throat. He felt Takagi shudder as he came, only to follow a moment later.

They lay panting on the studio floor.

"I don't think that was a good idea," said Mashiro.

"Yeah, let's just stick to manga stuff," agreed Takagi.

END