Pairing: Ryota x Hanamichi Warning: Somewhat sexual themes. Nipples. Protective Akagi? :D
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Ryota paused to wipe the sweat from his brow before he took notice of a shirtless, sitting Hanamichi looking down. Ryota raised an eyebrow, wondering why he'd stopped cleaning and what he was doing.
"Oi, Hanamichi, what are you doing? The gym isn't gonna clean itself you know." Ryota called. Hanamichi looked up at him briefly, a curious look in his eyes before he looked back down.
"Ryo-chin - why are nipples sensitive?"
Ryota blanched.
"W-what?"
"Why are nipples sensitive?"
"Why the hell are you asking me that!?" Ryota bellowed, his face turning an interesting shade of pink.
"Whenever someone rubs against my chest and they brush my nipple, I get this tingly feeling my stomach. Like during games and practice matches." Hanamichi was playing with one of his nipples now.
Ryota stood there, staring at him, face pink, unsure of what to do in this situation, "Uh... Wait, shouldn't you know all this?"
Hanamichi looked up again from his position on the floor, a curious look in his eyes, "I should?"
Ryota wanted to smack himself, 'Freaking innoccent bakasaru...'
"Ryo-chin."
"Er... Hai?"
"Why doesn't it feel the same when I do it?"
'Now that's a good question...'
"I guess your nerves are expecting you to do it?"
"What if you're expecting someone to do it? Will it feel the same as when you do it to yourself?"
"I... I don't know."
"Rub 'em." Hanamichi demanded; not in his hyper-active voice either, but more along the lines of a contemplative, husky voice. Ryota blinked once. Twice. Thrice.
"What... did you say?"
"Rub 'em." Hanamichi said again, using both index fingers to point to his nipples.
"You're kidding right?"
"Baka, Ryo-chin! Rub 'em!!" Hanamichi shouted, a frown taking place on his face. Ryota sighed shakily, 'Just a dream... it's all just a dream...'
Hanamichi was standing in front of him now. The red-head grabbed both of his hands and directed them towards his nipples.
"H-Hanamichi, are you sure?" Ryota asked, trying to keep his hands in place, face flushed.
"Hai! Rub 'em!" that frown was back again. Ryota sighed and then looked up at him sternly.
"Fine." Ryota moved both hands closer, carefully taking both small nubs under between thumbs and index fingers. Not more than a moment later, Ryota noticed Hanamichi's hands jerk just slightly on his wrists, followed my slow, small tremors. He glanced up at Hanamichi's face, taking note of the blush that stained his cheeks and the slight furrowing of the brows. He pulled just slightly on one, smirking slightly at Hanamichi's light gasp.
"R-Ryo...chin..."
"Yours must be really sensitive, Hana..." Ryota muttered. He beant just slightly, taking one of the nipples between his lips and flicking it with his tongue, using the now free hand to grip Hanamichi's waist. There's was a sharper gasp as Hanamichi's legs gave out and they tumbled to the floor, Ryota ontop of the aroused red-head. One of Hanamichi's hands snaked towards Ryota's head, gripping at his hair. Ryota let his teeth graze the nipple just slightly, careful so he didn't hurt the tender flesh. His reward was a sound torn between a moan and a whine.
"MIYAGI! What the hell are you doing to Sakuragi!?" Out of the corner of his eye, Ryota saw Akagi.
Oh. Snap.
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Joce: ... I had to do it... I really did. ((Coughs.))