Drabble No. 151!

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Unknotted

Hiroki ripped open Nowaki's shirt, straddling him on a plastic chair in the narrow, unlit store cupboard and gasping round fast, greedy kisses.

"How long's your-" Nowaki interrupted Hiroki by palming him skilfully with the the heel of his hand and kissing behind his ear, tantalising his nerves and eliciting a shivering moan. Hiroki gripped onto Nowaki's shoulders, grateful that Nowaki had already taken the lead on undoing his fly. "Your lunch-hour... how long's your lunch-hour?" Nowaki paused, much to Hiroki's dismay, and pulled back to give Hiroki a 'seriously?' stare. "What?"

"You... you're asking me how long my lunch-hour is?" Nowaki pressed, amused as he leant the inch forward so he could check the lock on the door.

It took a moment for Hiroki, in his horny haze, to realise what Nowaki meant.

"Oh... shut up," he grumbled, too in awe of his husband's delicious torso. He dragged his nails down Nowaki's chest in appreciation of it and ground down proudly when he heard Nowaki's pine of pleasure. Running out of patience, Hiroki unbent his knees so there was room for him to undo Nowaki's belt, which he whipped off fast before binding Nowaki's wrists expertly to the frame of the chair. It fascinated Hiroki to no end that even when restrained like this Nowaki's power was in no way diluted. There passed between the two men a gaze of such heavy, heady lust that both of them suddenly felt a dread that anyone passing outside the door would be able to easily sense them there, even as quiet as they currently were.

Telepathic, Hiroki unknotted his tie, which was already loose from Nowaki forcing him upwards for their first kiss upon entering the store cupboard. Stroking down Nowaki's lower lip with his thumb, he offered the tie as a means of muffling what experience had taught both of them were rather mighty cries. There was a wicked glint in Nowaki's eye, as he took the tie with his teeth, that Hiroki knew only he had ever been privy to. Smirking, he slid gracefully between Nowaki's knees onto his own and unzipped...