Back to Dai-chan. Sque.
Ending. Finally. And I am fully aware that I am a damn slower writer when it comes to endings. More swearing. Yeah. Anybody else notice how unenthused I am? Saving it for the chapter.
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He caught me. Years of being a star athelete and he was better at that, too. And it hurt, when my jaw clipped shut when it hit the ground. Good thing we were at some sort of park though, I would have been even more pissed if I had hit some concrete.
Hell, at least the guy has good timing.
It hurt none the less. He pinned me down by putting his hands on my shoulders and basically sitting on my stomach.
Did he not here me when I said I was attracted to him?
Sure was adimant. He keep trying to get me to look him in the eye, and that was not going to happen. Because then I would probably loose my resolve. Either that or kiss him, or jump him, or a number of other things that shouldn't have been going through my mind at that point, but were.
I tried rolling back and forth to get him to slide off. I tried kneeing him in the back, but that did nothing to help either of us. I was quickly running out of options.
"Dai, for godssake, will you stop squirming?"
"No!" My head was whipping back at forth, because his hand had left my right shoulder and was trying to grab my jaw. I breifly thought of escaping because my right side was free, and then he put his knee on my forearm.
Not only ow, but OW. Way to rain on a guy's parade.
"Watching you squirm is SO delicious."
What the hell? My head stopped moving. What the hell? What the hell? First off, hearing Takeru speak with an evil tone and a smirk on his face is just wrong. Very wrong. And then he had the balls to quote Ken?
This was weird.
I decided to go for it, and look him in the eye.
You know what I saw? Lust. Takeru Takashi with lust in his eyes. That was the second thing that was terribly wrong.
"Take-"
All I could get out. He leaned down, put his tongue in my open mouth, and kissed me.
Takeru was kissing me! I would have done a happy dance, but I was pinned down. Only now, it wasn't nearly as bad as before.
His tongue swirled around mine, sucked on it, he ran his tongue over my teeth, and finally pulled away when he was running out of air.
"So. . . how are you?"
I didn't answer. What I would have said was- 'Crappy, stupid, like I missed something, creeped out, incredibly horny, craving another kiss. . .' Instead I closed the inch wide gap between us and kissed him, pulling every move that he used on me.
We sat like that for a while, taking turns ravishing each other's mouths, getting totally and completely soaked. Takeru and I both had colds for the next month, without bothering to tell anyone exactly how we received them.
And now for the happy ending, because everyone always asks for the story of Daisuke Motomiya-Takaishi. I really would like to tell you, but I beleive my name speaks for itself.
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The end! Finally. Thanks to Rae, who somehow inspired me to finish this damn monstosity. I guess that whole thing about being my own worst critic is true. . .
Please review and make Daisuke Motomiya-Takaishi happy!
Ending. Finally. And I am fully aware that I am a damn slower writer when it comes to endings. More swearing. Yeah. Anybody else notice how unenthused I am? Saving it for the chapter.
~~~~~~~~~~
He caught me. Years of being a star athelete and he was better at that, too. And it hurt, when my jaw clipped shut when it hit the ground. Good thing we were at some sort of park though, I would have been even more pissed if I had hit some concrete.
Hell, at least the guy has good timing.
It hurt none the less. He pinned me down by putting his hands on my shoulders and basically sitting on my stomach.
Did he not here me when I said I was attracted to him?
Sure was adimant. He keep trying to get me to look him in the eye, and that was not going to happen. Because then I would probably loose my resolve. Either that or kiss him, or jump him, or a number of other things that shouldn't have been going through my mind at that point, but were.
I tried rolling back and forth to get him to slide off. I tried kneeing him in the back, but that did nothing to help either of us. I was quickly running out of options.
"Dai, for godssake, will you stop squirming?"
"No!" My head was whipping back at forth, because his hand had left my right shoulder and was trying to grab my jaw. I breifly thought of escaping because my right side was free, and then he put his knee on my forearm.
Not only ow, but OW. Way to rain on a guy's parade.
"Watching you squirm is SO delicious."
What the hell? My head stopped moving. What the hell? What the hell? First off, hearing Takeru speak with an evil tone and a smirk on his face is just wrong. Very wrong. And then he had the balls to quote Ken?
This was weird.
I decided to go for it, and look him in the eye.
You know what I saw? Lust. Takeru Takashi with lust in his eyes. That was the second thing that was terribly wrong.
"Take-"
All I could get out. He leaned down, put his tongue in my open mouth, and kissed me.
Takeru was kissing me! I would have done a happy dance, but I was pinned down. Only now, it wasn't nearly as bad as before.
His tongue swirled around mine, sucked on it, he ran his tongue over my teeth, and finally pulled away when he was running out of air.
"So. . . how are you?"
I didn't answer. What I would have said was- 'Crappy, stupid, like I missed something, creeped out, incredibly horny, craving another kiss. . .' Instead I closed the inch wide gap between us and kissed him, pulling every move that he used on me.
We sat like that for a while, taking turns ravishing each other's mouths, getting totally and completely soaked. Takeru and I both had colds for the next month, without bothering to tell anyone exactly how we received them.
And now for the happy ending, because everyone always asks for the story of Daisuke Motomiya-Takaishi. I really would like to tell you, but I beleive my name speaks for itself.
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The end! Finally. Thanks to Rae, who somehow inspired me to finish this damn monstosity. I guess that whole thing about being my own worst critic is true. . .
Please review and make Daisuke Motomiya-Takaishi happy!