theme # 45- stripes
Suguru tugged the shirt down a bit. It was way too tight. "Damnit, Hiro," he muttered.
Hiro grinned. "You look good in it."
Suguru looked down and scowled. A ridiculously tight white-and-black-striped long sleeve shirt. Oh, the pants and shoes were fine, but Hiro picked out the shirt and…
Too tight! Suguru looked up with angry eyes. Hiro continued to grin but when he received a glare in return, it faded.
"You don't like it?"
"No," Suguru bit out, frowning, and started to tug the shirt off. Hiro rolled his eyes but watched as the slim pale body was bared to him. Then suddenly, Suguru stopped.
Hiro watched as Suguru made a few jerky movements to get the shirt over his head and off. Then, "Ah, Hiro…Can you help me?"
Hiro eyes the expanse of skin and replied, "Sure," a grin accompanying it. He walked over and then drew a finger up Suguru's side.
Suguru, in reply, squeaked and then let out a few curses. He let his fingers move and watched as Suguru squirmed. After a few seconds of listening to Suguru curse and threaten him, he pulled the shirt a bit so it was over Suguru's head, but still wound up in his thin arms.
He then pulled the lithe boy and watched as Suguru fell to Hiro's bed. Suguru glared and tugged futilely at the shirt. "Damnit," he cursed.
Hiro straddled the younger boy and smiled when Suguru looked up at him, with a dark glare. "Get this damn shirt off of me."
Hiro continued to smile and leaned down to place a kiss on the boy's clavicle. Suguru ignored Hiro and continued to move his arms, still trying to get out of the shirt.
Finally, Suguru stopped moving and laid back. "Fine, Hiro. Leave the goddamn shirt on. I'll just be your prone love slave."
Hiro smirked and replied, "That's just how I wanted it."
Suguru frowned, rolled his eyes, and continued. "Yeah. But if you let me out of this shirt, I can be your responsive, helpful lover."
Hiro's eyes flashed and seconds later, the stripped shirt was fluttering and landing to the ground noiselessly.