Drabble nr 2. (Akagi/Washizu)
Definite victory.
They were on top of the mahjong table. It was perhaps not to be considered the most comfy place to do anything else but play mahjong on but for the two silver-haired men who lay upon it, there could be no more fitting place then this.
There was Akagi, on top and crouching over the other, his pants pulled down to his knees exposing his rear and thighs which showed of flexing muscles and beautiful skin perfectly fitting a man in his younger years.
Underneath him lied the other man, sprawled over the mahjong table and with an exposed chest that heaved up and down, skin tainted a slightly greyish tone and a with flustered face characterized with wrinkles, much fitting for a man in his older years.
The monster of the Showa period, Washizu Iwao, in Akagis point of view, did not look like a monster as he laid there underneath him making small whimpers at the touch of his hands and wanting, yet denying that want.
"Don't deny it, Washizu." Akagi's soft voice made Washizu cringe slightly.
Even at a time like this, there was still this mental battle going on between the two. However, it was clear who was winning.
Akagi chuckled and easily got a hold on Washizu's wrists before he leaned in and managed forcefully steal a kiss from the other man.
This was a game he could not lose.
The end.