A/N:
Been awhile since I've written anything here... No, I probably won't be going back and finishing FYaBD. Sorry. Not really in the Mankin fandom no more. Meh.
Anyway. This is a really crappy Teni Puri drabble. Very quickly written. My friends seem to like it, and since I don't like it enough to send it to where I was GOING to send it, it's going to get stuck here. Hopefully I'll get some good feedback on it, but who knows. :D;;
This is also the first SenKiri fic on this site, I beleive... ; Yay for Matchpoint derived Crack pairings. Ahhh....
Slight warning for OOC Kirihara. Not too great with writing him just yet, but hey. I tried.
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Kirihara popped another apple slice in his mouth, musing more over the english homework befallen him. Sengoku was staring at him again."What?!" He snapped, fixing the other with a glare, apple slice hanging delicately between his lips.
"Nooothing" Sengoku quipped, leaning across his own book and doing something very unexpected.
He took a bite out of the apple slice still hanging from Kirihara's mouth.
The best response Kirihara could come up with was to squeak and drop the apple slice. Blushing furiously, he snatched the half-eaten slice from his lap and popped it back in his mouth, chewing and swallowing. "What the hell was that?!" He shreiked.
Sengoku chewed thoughtfully on his bite of apple slice. "I like apples." He commented simply.
The imp stared at him in bewilderment. 'What...?!'
Sengoku went back to his homework as if nothing had happened, and Kirihara, though slightly flustered, turned back to making sense of the english language. Every so often, he'd pick up a new slice of the fruit, and cast a wary glance at the other boy, thinking he might do it again.
After no further attempts at his fruit were made, Kirihara fell into a state of concentration as he worked the word problems supplied in his workbook.
It wasn't long before he absently grabbed another fruit slice and looked up into green eyes. He froze. When had Sengoku gotten so close?!
"Wha-ah...?" He said intelligently as those green pools got ever so closer.
He jumped when he felt the soft pressure against his lips, eyes flashing so wide he could swear they were popping clear out of their sockets. Sengoku was....!!
tooclosetooclosetooclose...!! Kirihara's heart was hammering in his chest. He was frozen in his seat, mouth slightly agape as the green in front of him dissapeared and Sen's eyes closed. The redhead pressed foreward, brushing his tongue along Kirihara's lips, before easily slipping between them.
"Ah--!!" Kirihara managed to squeak out, eyes shutting tightly as he leaned back, trying to get away. Sengoku merely followed him, and was now a firm weight in Kirihara's lap. That tongue was now stroking the inside of Kirihara's mouth; slow, sure strokes along his tongue and all through the other's mouth.
Kirihara felt himself loosening up as Sengoku's tongue gently touched his again, and he unconciously pushed back, suddenly responding to the unexpected kiss. A hand absently reached up and tangled itself in Sengoku's short red locks of hair. He began loosing himself in the soft inviting heat of the other boy's mouth...
"Nnngh..."
Suddenly, the softness was gone, and the weight in his lap was no longer there. Kirihara blinked dazedly as Sengoku retreived his book and got up to leave.
Kirihara stared at the retreating form of Sengoku's back as he walked through the door.
"Thanks for the apple juice!" The redhead called from down the hall.
- End.