Later, when he had regained his ability to think clearly, Watanuki would wonder just how, exactly, had he gotten here. Here was grasping desperately at the cushions of his couch, panting and gasping alternately, and biting hi lip to keep his moans in check.
"Doumeki… ahh!" His back arched and he squeezed his eyes shut. The archer's hands were like fire on his skin, leaving every inch they touched wanting more.
"I told you to call me Shixuka." Watanuki had no idea how the taller boy's voice could remain so even in this situation, the strain of what he was doing only tinting the edges.
Watanuki had no clue how long this had been going on, time was incomprehensible to him at this point. The only thing he knew was that he never wanted it to end, and he was quickly learning just how skilled Doumeki really was.
"Aah.. aah… Shizuka, there, right there. Oh god, harder! Har-" He was cut off as another moan escaped his lips.
"You are so demanding." Was the archer's reply, but he complied, giving the smaller boy what he asked for.
When it was over, Watanuki just getting his breath under control, he vaguely wondered how his sock had ended up perched on the coffee table as it was, but his hazy musings were cut off as a stoic face filled his vision.
"Well?"
He glared into the other's face. "Alright Shizuka; I admit it was better than I thought it would be." He tried to ignore the fact that his already flushed cheeks were heating further.
A smirk graced those thin lips. "With the way you were moaning, it was either a lot better than you thought it would be, or you had high expectations, Kimihiro."
"Shut up." He looked anywhere but at the boy leaning over him.
This time when Doumeki spoke, the amusement was audible in his voice. "It was only a foot massage, it's nothing to get worked up over."
"Oh, just leave me alone, you big jerk."