Author's Note:
This is my first Koisuru Boukun fanfic. I read it about three months ago and I totally fell in love with this couple. Not to mention their extremely hot chemistry.
If you guys like it, please review so I'll know if you want me to write more.
Also, I'm from Argentina so if there's any grammar mistake, that's why.
That's all, enjoy!
Blazing Ice
Idiot.
Thought Souichi while rolling over his stomach, trying to finally get some sleep. It had been three nights in a row so far... Boredom? Impatience? Coffee? No. Morinaga.
That fucking bastard apparently didn't have enough with making Souichi painfully uncomfortable every time he was around but he had to come up with some kind of mind control to make him want him around. Now, wasn't that manipulative? Burning the memories in his mind, training his body to ask for something he definitely didn't want. He was abusing him.
Because… it was nothing but a conditioned reaction- right? Of course if your body gets used to something, eventually it'll burn for more…
Calm the fuck down already.
He yelled at himself, writhing under the cold sheets. It was a rather icy evening but his body didn't seem to agree. His mind defied him, bringing up memories he had sworn he wouldn't remember, ever.
'Senpai…' Morinaga's breathy words resounded in his imagination- vivid enough to raise the rate of his already pounding heart.
Souichi's breath hitched in his chest, his eyelid drop to immerse himself into the- No. Fuck, no. He's not fucking doing this to me. Get some fucking sleep.
But how would he when his own hands were already heading down, desperate to soothe the blazing shudders climbing up his spine?
I'm not...fucking...doing this. He struggled, his cheeks turning crimson in embarrassment, the blush spreading down his chest. What is...that you do to me? Souichi demanded, craving for Morinaga's sinful ministrations. And so his fingers slid under the fabric of his pajamas, grazing his burning skin and evoking the softest yet rawest moan out of his parted mouth. Oblivious of the younger man prowling all over the living room, wondering if those deliriously erotic sounds came from the room next or just from his frantic imagination.
"Ah…" Tetsuhiro heard one more time. Could it be that Senpai…? No… It just couldn't. Was he really that desperate that his mind would re-play his lover's cries in order to ease his anxiety?
He'd kill me…
Tetsuhiro debated to walk in.
He'd be mortified…
"Fuck…" he heard clearly.
God, is he doing it on purpose? No, that's not like Senpai.
The brunette approached the door and pressed his ear against the wood, driving himself insane with every sound he now was sure was coming from the blond's creature lips.
"Bastard… No… Ah…"
What? Alright, one thing was the knowledge that Senpai was inside that room, touching himself. One very different was the knowledge that Senpai was inside that room touching himself thinking of him.
Tetsuhiro's trembling fingers brushed the latch, and gently pulled it down to find the most insanely mind-twisting scene right in front of him.
His lover, tangled in the sheets- twisting in body in agony while causing himself enough pleasure to make the brunette pass out from just staring. His fit body glowing in sweat, those beautiful bangs spread all over his strongly blushed face. The rest of his silvery blond hair still tied up.
The younger man remained still, stood up at the bedroom's door, mesmerized.
Switches body floated in delirium, feeling Morinaga's phantasmal's lips heading down his neck- his soft dark hair brushing his chest as he lowered his head… His strong but skilled hands massaging his nipples… His tongue… reaching…
"Oh, my…"
The dark blond's eyes snapped into reality, abstracting himself from the arousing fog. The panic taking over, freezing his senses.
"Mor… What… What the fuck are you doing in my bedroom?!" yelled Souichi, completely horrified.
Tetsuhiro ran a hand across the back of his neck, smiling sheepishly. "Um… I just…heard you and…"
Damn, it's hard to talk when you've got the most tempting creature, hiding his gorgeous body under almost transparent sheets.
"What?! Give me some privacy, you fucking perv! You have no right to-!"
The brunette bit down on his lip, trying to restrain the urge to get under those lucky sheets that were brushing Senpai's silky skin.
"Don't look at me like that!" yelled the blond furiously while standing up, covering himself with the sheet and trying to erase the red on his cheeks. "Get the fuck out of my room, idiot!"
Senpai's hands tried to push Tetsuhiro out of the room, but it didn't work. The brunette had trapped the blond's body in his arms, and was now panting softly on the man's shocked face.
"Let go of me!" yelled Senpai, trying to break Morinaga's grip. He felt so humiliated, so fucking vulnerable. Ugh, he hated it. But he hated more noticing that his lower body was screaming exactly the opposite.
"Senpai…" The brunette murmured, sending chills throughout Souichi's entire body. "What were you…doing…?" The man's piercing green eyes burning the older man's conscience.
"Nothing!" the blond exclaimed, struggling once again to push Morinaga away."Get fucking lost!" But his pathetic attempts to break free from his restraint only caused the opposite effect.
"Were you touching yourself, Senpai..?" Morinaga's panting voice inquired.
"Of course not, you stupid moron! Shut up!"
"Were you thinking of me, my love?"
"Don't call- I wasn't- Shut up!" Senpai's obvious reaction only increased Tetsuhiro's arousal. Incapable to hold back his breath anymore, the brunette advanced Souichi until they hit the bed- throwing the man on the mattress in one single move- trapping him under his legs.
"Get the fuck off me!" Senpai yelled in desperation, his amber eyes screaming at Tetsuhiro.
"Only if you tell me I'm right," lied the younger man.
"Are you out of your fucking mind?! I wasn't doing anything!" Senpai insisted, turning his head to his side to avoid Tetsuhiro breath upon him.
"I don't believe that's true, Senpai…" said the brunette, grazing his fingers down his lover's thighs.
"Ah…" moaned the blond, and rapidly brought his hand to his mouth to muffle the sounds.
"Were you thinking of me doing… this?" proceeded Tetsuhiro, guided by then blood-boiling feeling of Senpai's warm body underneath him. Extending his hand to grab Senpai's throbbing flesh while massaging those rosy nipples with the tip of his fingers. The sweat of his own forehead dripping on Senpai's face, struggling to surpass the bordering-painful pleasure.
"Mori… ah… ah… St-stop…"
"Tell me… tell me you were thinking of me… Tell me you want me, Senpai. Just as much as I want you…" Morinaga increased the pace of his motions, drowning Souichi in a spiral of dizziness and ecstasy.
"N… N… Ah!" cried Souichi when the bastard's fingers attempted to slide inside him. "Not… the… there… a… ah…!"
"Ah… Senpai… You're so beautiful…" moaned Morinaga. "You're not making it any easier…"
"Shut up, per- ah! Perv! You… ah… St… ah…"
"Tell me you want me, Senpai. And I'll stop," lied Morinaga once again, driven by a blinding lust.
"I… can't… ah...Ah… Mori… St… I… St… ah…. St...Stop!" yelled Senpai, moving away.
Tetsuhiro remained still. "What?"
"Ah… I'm trying to…" he gulped. "Talk, damn it!"
"I'm sorry, Senpai. What do you want to say…?" Morinaga could barely hold his breath.
"You broke me," said the blond in a soft gasp, astonishing Tetsuhiro.
The brunette felt his chest tight. "I…what?" he asked worried.
"You…" Senpai looked away in embarrassment. "I'm not normal anymore… You made me…"
"What? Did I hurt you in any way?"
The dark blond glared at Morinaga. "No, don't be idiot."
"What is it then? Tell me, you can-"
"You broke me, I can't sleep. I need…other things. Disgusting things."
Morinaga's eyes widened, ignoring the usual words Senpai used to refer their mutual pleasure. "You need… me?"
"No… I…don't know…"
"I love you, Senpai. I'm sorry I broke you but…I'm…happy, somehow." He smiled sweetly. "It means you are letting me in…"
"What the fuck-!"
"No! Not in that way!" Morinaga chuckled softly. "You're accepting me…us…"
"No... I just…"
"What?"
Souichi's honey eyes stared at Morinaga, searching for an answer to all those nagging doubts that kept him from expressing his feelings. The brunette smiled tenderly, leaning in for a quick kiss. But Souichi's need had become stronger enough for his body to take the step his mind wouldn't, and so he grabbed Morinaga's shirt- pulling him in for a longer, deeper kiss.
"Sen…" he tried to say.
"Shut up," gasped Souichi, mashing their mouths together once again.