Thrill Me With Your Kiss

by His Spectacles

Fuji's wants to be a doctor when he grows up. So, Ryoma acts as his patient to give him some practice. The twelfth kiss for every moment in their lives. Thrill Slash

11. Overflow

Theme # 27: overflow

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The American-style bathtub was big enough, unfortunately, for two. Ryoma sighed as Fuji buried his hands into the wet black-green hair, gently massaging the scalp. The water rippled around them, bubbles floating down the water from the foam on Ryoma's hair. The younger boy wore a disgruntled expression as he leaned against Fuji's bare chest.

Fuji grinned. "Your hair will look so pretty after I'm done with it, Ryoma. But then, you always have charming hair. It's such a lovely color." He poured water over Ryoma's head, carefully rinsing his hair and making sure that none of the suds got into Ryoma's eyes. "I love to run my fingers through your hair and feel how soft it is." He leaned in close and nosed the wet strands. His arms came around the boy in front of him, embracing gently but firmly. "It smells so good, Ryoma. You smell so good. Whenever I lie on bed, I can clearly smell your scent on the pillows." His voice lowered to a husky whisper right next to Ryoma's ear. "It drives me crazy."

A dark blush was spreading on Ryoma's cheeks, and he looked faintly embarrassed. "Fuji-senpai, you idiot."

The brunette chuckled and his hands traveled down Ryoma's chest, a feather light touch that tickled. "Saa, since we're so conveniently naked…"

His hand went past Ryoma's abdomen, and lower and lower.

Ryoma stiffened briefly before melting into Fuji's embrace, eyelashes fluttering close. "Syusuke…" He tilted his head sideways, lips demanding for a kiss and Fuji readily complied. Their lips met and moved against each other, softly at first, then hungrily. Ryoma moaned and arched in the water.

Fuji opened his eyes and coaxed Ryoma around. He leaned against the edge of the tub, pulling Ryoma flush against his body. Their bodies were slick with the water sluicing around them. Ryoma whimpered, Fuji nibbling on the underside of his chin. The water trembled around them and as their actions grew frenzied, the water eddied and tipped over the edge, overflowing.

They both lay panting in each other's arms, panting, flushed and sated. Ryoma pushed away and glared down at his lover.

"You make us have sex everywhere," Ryoma accused with a childlike pout.

Fuji laughed. "Since you say that, next time, we'll do it in public."

"Yadda!"

"It's a deal then."

"Syusuke!"

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