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“put me in the front row.”
“absolutely. i can’t say the same for the all-star match, though. that stadium is going to be packed.”
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“put me in the front row.”
“absolutely. i can’t say the same for the all-star match, though. that stadium is going to be packed.”
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“hey, there’s plenty of ties in my hotel room,” tetsuro whispered into tooru’s ear, mindful of his volume. “there’s a black one with your name on it.”
“hey, there’s plenty of ties in my hotel room,” tetsuro whispered into tooru’s ear, mindful of his volume. “there’s a black one with your name on it.”
it was. /they/ were. nobody could understand them, loud music aside. it made him all the more desperate to hear that voice in private.
it was. /they/ were. nobody could understand them, loud music aside. it made him all the more desperate to hear that voice in private.
“don’t forget my legs.”
tooru tugged on the tie again.
“don’t forget my legs.”
tooru tugged on the tie again.
“you could use the tie on me, too. i’m a handful.”
“you could use the tie on me, too. i’m a handful.”
it was his turn, instincts goading him onward, “it’s really about the practicality of the tie. the control you’d have.”
tooru took that as an invitation. with tetsuro’s tie soon in his hold, its speckled pattern silken in his palm,
it was his turn, instincts goading him onward, “it’s really about the practicality of the tie. the control you’d have.”
tooru took that as an invitation. with tetsuro’s tie soon in his hold, its speckled pattern silken in his palm,
tetsuro nodded. his drink abandoned on the bartop, stare growing glassy, he drank tooru in, instead. all of him. by refusing to look elsewhere,
tetsuro nodded. his drink abandoned on the bartop, stare growing glassy, he drank tooru in, instead. all of him. by refusing to look elsewhere,
the dizziness nipping at tetsuro’s sobriety was nothing compared to the arousal consuming his gut.
“seems a little impractical,” he noted, a rasp tumbling out. “but clearly you can do a pretty good job convincing me of.. anything.”
the dizziness nipping at tetsuro’s sobriety was nothing compared to the arousal consuming his gut.
“seems a little impractical,” he noted, a rasp tumbling out. “but clearly you can do a pretty good job convincing me of.. anything.”
tooru was too quick, “just the tie?”
“and a dress shirt. unbuttoned.”
tooru was too quick, “just the tie?”
“and a dress shirt. unbuttoned.”
“it’s handsome. suits are like lingerie for men.”
tooru’s thumb caught tetsuro’s starched collar, pretending to adjust it, tracing the pad at the brink of tetsuro’s jugular before retreating.
“it’s handsome. suits are like lingerie for men.”
tooru’s thumb caught tetsuro’s starched collar, pretending to adjust it, tracing the pad at the brink of tetsuro’s jugular before retreating.
feeling tetsuro the weight of drinking, overly-cautious, even as drops of ruby trickled past the rim onto his knuckles, summoned a shiver inside him.
“delicious,” tooru punctuated, unraveling them, “almost better than you in that suit.”
feeling tetsuro the weight of drinking, overly-cautious, even as drops of ruby trickled past the rim onto his knuckles, summoned a shiver inside him.
“delicious,” tooru punctuated, unraveling them, “almost better than you in that suit.”
tooru rolled his eyes, “tetsu, the closet door is wide open.”
“damn, alright.”
tooru rolled his eyes, “tetsu, the closet door is wide open.”
“damn, alright.”
“what’re--?”
“do you disagree?”
“what’re--?”
“do you disagree?”
“then, i suppose, i’m the only one who can give you what you like.”
coughing hard into his elbow, tetsuro’s entire body passed through an unknown flame. nothing he could have said would have helped him recover.
“then, i suppose, i’m the only one who can give you what you like.”
coughing hard into his elbow, tetsuro’s entire body passed through an unknown flame. nothing he could have said would have helped him recover.
the smirk tooru wore widened, “no, i’ll have to decline that offer. voyeurism isn’t my thing.”
“i appreciate the info.”
the smirk tooru wore widened, “no, i’ll have to decline that offer. voyeurism isn’t my thing.”
“i appreciate the info.”
tooru wouldn’t be deterred, “come on now, tetsu. sex doesn’t have to involve talking. dirty or otherwise.”
“that’s what i like, though.” tetsuro thought that the liquor in south america must be stronger than what he was accustomed to,
tooru wouldn’t be deterred, “come on now, tetsu. sex doesn’t have to involve talking. dirty or otherwise.”
“that’s what i like, though.” tetsuro thought that the liquor in south america must be stronger than what he was accustomed to,
he felt as if he had said too much. why, he didn’t know. only that tooru was sliding to the edge of his barstool.
he felt as if he had said too much. why, he didn’t know. only that tooru was sliding to the edge of his barstool.
“what, here?”
“/here/.”
tooru winked.
“what, here?”
“/here/.”
tooru winked.
“i mean..”
“.. it’s because she was terrible in bed, wasn’t it?”
without the need to respond, tetsuro went for another swig.
“i mean..”
“.. it’s because she was terrible in bed, wasn’t it?”
without the need to respond, tetsuro went for another swig.
two men sat in the empty barstools beside them. their intertwined fingers signaled that they were a couple.
“we just weren’t a good fit,” tetsuro explained with a shrug. “she was super pretty and smart but i couldn’t see us in the long term.”
two men sat in the empty barstools beside them. their intertwined fingers signaled that they were a couple.
“we just weren’t a good fit,” tetsuro explained with a shrug. “she was super pretty and smart but i couldn’t see us in the long term.”
“details, please?”
“wow, iwaizumi wasn’t kidding when he said this place made you bolder.”
“like you’re not dying to talk about it.”
“details, please?”
“wow, iwaizumi wasn’t kidding when he said this place made you bolder.”
“like you’re not dying to talk about it.”