Caught Between
Waya woke up gradually, rolling over when the sun shone directly in his eyes. It was warm, he realised and smiled. Snuggling deeper into the blankets, for a moment he didn't react when an equally warm hand brushed against his hip, tugging him closer. Waya sighed, breath whooshing out of his lungs.
Wait... a hand? Waya opened his eyes instantly, jerking backwards as he noticed another person. "Ahh!" He cried out, scurrying out of the embrace. For a second he regretted leaving the pleasant warmth. "I-Isumi?" Waya exclaimed, noticing absently that Isumi stretches before opening his eyes and smiling at Waya.
"Yes?" Isumi murmured, voice roughened by sleep. "What's wrong Waya?"
Memories rush back at him. Isumi's hand brushing against his own, their tangle of finger tips and Isumi's lean long fingers stroking his palm. It had been a kiss, a brush of lips pressed between their entwined fingers. Isumi's eyes had been hot, dark and Waya had nodded as Isumi had leaned forward, kissing him softly. The goban had been forgotten, go a distant thought as Waya had responded eagerly, licking at Isumi's lower lip, begging for entrance.
Isumi had one hand buried in his hair, Waya had slipped one hand beneath Isumi's shirt, pulling upwards sharply when it proved difficult to remove. Laughing nervously, Isumi had started unbuttoning his shirt, slowing when he noticed how intensely Waya was watching. Waya had put one hand on Isumi's hip before kissing Isumi's bare collarbone, nipping at the skin, delighting when pale flesh showed up pink.
Grabbing Waya's hand again, Isumi had sucked at Waya's fingers. The corners of his lips had turned up as Waya had shuddered, his face against Isumi's neck. "Isumi..." Waya had panted out, kissing his way up Isumi's neck, to his chin, to his mouth. Kissing, kissing Isumi over and over, Waya hadn't realised that Isumi had removed his shirt until Isumi had broke the kiss. Isumi smiled as Waya made a sound of discontent, lowering his head he tugged at Waya's nipples first before lowering his mouth around them. The wet feel of Isumi's tongue, the suction, made Waya groan.
At that moment, Waya had known his trousers had been far too tight.
"Waya?" Isumi repeated. "You looked lost."
Laughing, Waya shook his head, "Nothing, nothing that matters, Isumi." He leaned forward, kissing Isumi before flopping back down, next to Isumi. This time he was the one pulling Isumi closer.