Bare
Rating: PG-15-ish
Theme: red, for legalscribbles
Author's Note: I intended for this to be funny and cliche but then it turned vaguely pr0n-y. Whoops.


There was something about that expanse of pale skin that was the ultimate temptation. Creamy and unblemished, absolutely perfect in its porcelain hue. Every time he moved, it was swift, graceful, and almost eloquent in its silence.

In other words, in complete contradiction to the rest of his clumsy limbs. But that mattered little.

But still, there was something about it that could not be resisted. It was always exposed, mocking him, teasing him. Taste me. Touch me. Want me.

Sometimes the pull was too much. He could no longer defy his instincts. To claim, to mark, to possess.

That night, they barely made it up the steps and inside the apartment. He took him against the wall while both were still almost completely dressed. He didn't hold back, feeding off the whimpers and the moans that other one made.

His lips were questing, roving and before he knew, leaving that rosy wet mouth and were instead latched onto that perfect patch of skin below the other's ear. There was sucking and biting and growling and absolute mindlessness.

It wasn't until much later that they considered the consequences of their actions.

It was after dinner actually, when Kazahaya finished using the restroom, looked into the mirror hanging on the bathroom wall. He stormed into the kitchen where Rikuo was calmly washing dishes.

"Rikuo!"

He never looked up from his washing. "Hmm?"

"Look!" He was pointing at the not-so-small red mark on his neck.

Rikuo just grunted, seemingly unconcerned.

"Now I have to try and hide this all day tomorrow at work, you jerk."

"So?"

Kazahaya sighed and sat on one of the chairs by the table, close to the sink.

"Hey, Rikuo…"

"What?"

"I'm beginning to think I know why Kakei-san always wears turtlenecks…"


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