{"id":2851,"date":"2013-03-09T20:50:20","date_gmt":"2013-03-10T04:50:20","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.kira-kira.net\/fanfiction\/?p=2851"},"modified":"2013-04-07T20:53:50","modified_gmt":"2013-04-08T04:53:50","slug":"high-tension","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.kira-kira.net\/fanfiction\/2013\/high-tension\/","title":{"rendered":"A.B.C-Z, High Tension"},"content":{"rendered":"

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Title<\/b>: High Tension
\nRating\/Warnings<\/b>: NC-17
\nSummary<\/b>: Tottsu seems like he’s angling to get punished today.
\nAN<\/b>: Written for Shiritori. Well after what Kira wrote, I had no choice but to do the dirty hasshi\/tottsu, seriously. <\/p>\n

High Tension<\/b><\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Okay?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Hashimoto didn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t wait for a reply once again and shoved Totsuka\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s hand straight down and into his pants. It\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s the second time today, the third if you count last night at the end of the practice that had gone past midnight. At least last night the others had helped out and let Totsuka take it easy. <\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Where do you even get this energy?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Totsuka asks, letting Hashimoto do what he wants as usual. It\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s a serious question, given that they\u00e2\u20ac\u2122re A.B.C. If Hashimoto were Kisumai\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s F, half the unit would probably be dead of exhaustion by now. <\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u0153I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122m nineteen?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Hashimoto suggests, like clearly<\/i>. He rocks his hips into Totsuka\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s grip, settling more firmly into Totsuka\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s lap. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153It\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s not my fault you guys are old men.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Should have joined AKB48,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Totsuka retorts mildly. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Women reach their sexual peak at age 30, you know.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d He grunts when Hashimoto kicks at him, heel striking Totsuka\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s calf. <\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Don\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t talk about girls while you\u00e2\u20ac\u2122re getting me off,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d he orders, glaring down at Totsuka. His eyes look so dark framed by the new blond hair, and Totsuka\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s blood starts to rush a little despite himself. Hashimoto\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s glare turns into a smirk, like he can see right through Totsuka, and he gives Totsuka\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s hair a sharp yank. The surprise and sting of it makes Totsuka\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s hips jerk up against Hashimoto\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s weight. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Mm, Tottsu seems like he wants it a little rough today.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u0153You magic us a free hour and a soundproof room, and you can be as rough as you like,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Totsuka says easily. <\/p>\n

Someday he\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s really going to learn his lesson about giving Hashimoto open-ended offers like that. When the practice room lights blow a fuse in a spectacular shower of sparks, Totsuka only shakes his head, unsurprised. <\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Come on,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Hashimoto purrs in Totsuka\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s ear, appearing behind him like magic. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153This way~.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n

The vocal practice room has an \u00e2\u20ac\u02dcunder repairs\u00e2\u20ac\u2122 sign on the outside but isn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t locked, and when Hashimoto tugs Totsuka smoothly inside, one of the walls has some of the acoustic panels down to be replaced. <\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u0153So it\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s not the whole way<\/i> soundproof,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Totsuka points out, just to be contrary. Hashimoto eyes him, unimpressed, and says he can\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t take care of everything, geez. He\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s already stripping off his shirt, impatient, and Totsuka can\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t keep his eyes off of the sleek curves of Hashimoto\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s muscles, how well he\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s filled out. <\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Don\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t just look,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Hashimoto coaxes. He steps close enough to put Totsuka\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s hands on his skin, then reaches for Totsuka\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s clothes. His skin feels every bit as good as it looks, smooth and so warm, the scatter of bruises from their practices cute rather than blemishes. <\/p>\n

Totsuka leans in to press lips against the closest bruise, on Hashimoto\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s shoulder, and Hashimoto makes a quiet, pleased noise. Totsuka chuckles. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Should I kiss them all? It might take quite a while.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Later,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Hashimoto says vaguely. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153We\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ve only got an hour.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d And then like magic the rest of Totsuka\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s clothes are on the floor and Hashimoto\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s fingers are digging into Totsuka\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s skin, like he\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s trying to make more marks to kiss later. Hashimoto\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s trackpants are still on, just pushed down a little, but there\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s something hot about that, how obvious it is that Hashimoto is going to be the one to take advantage of Totsuka, this time. <\/p>\n

They debate logistics for a minute, the floor looking uncomfortable and not much else in the room, but there is a long, skinny table by the wall for people to put their stuff on, and that seems like it\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ll do. Hashimoto urges Totsuka up onto it, stepping in between his legs to tugs him close for another kiss. <\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u0153You know,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Totsuka says breathily while Hashimoto dances fingers across his back, \u00e2\u20ac\u0153people put their water and stuff on this table, it\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s not exactly hygienic.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u0153You\u00e2\u20ac\u2122re just full of complaints today,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Hashimoto informs him. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Are you trying to get punished, or what? You aren\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t going to get me to change my mind about having you just by needing to have your mouth kept full, you know.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u0153It\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s possible we\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ve trained you too well,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Totsuka murmurs. Hashimoto grunts and pushes Totsuka back by the shoulders until he\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s flat on his back along the length of the table. Totsuka hisses from the cold of it against his skin, and Hashimoto\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s grin has just a little too much Goseki in it for comfort. <\/p>\n

Hashimoto doesn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t waste any time slicking his fingers with the packet of travel lube from his pocket and working the first one inside of Totsuka. The cool touch makes Totsuka squirm, and he has to concentrate on relaxing into Hashimoto\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s touch. Hashimoto doesn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t take his time, a little rough as promised, and it makes Totsuka spread his legs wider even as his body stubbornly resists. <\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Come on, you want me, right?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Hashimoto encourages. His free hand roams over Totsuka\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s stomach and chest, tweaking his nipples roughly, grazing the place where Totsuka\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s navel piercing used to be. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Say.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u0153I want you,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Totsuka answers, a noise catching in his throat when Hashimoto pushes in a second finger, stroking at the skin just behind Totsuka\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s balls with his thumb. He spreads his fingers, and the stretch of it makes want pool in Totsuka\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s stomach. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Ryosuke, please.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n

Usually Hashimoto scolds Totsuka for not taking care of himself, but that\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s not the game they\u00e2\u20ac\u2122re playing today, so he pulls his fingers free with a shrug. He pushes his track pants down farther, far enough that he can slick his cock with the rest of the lube, and Totsuka lifts his head to watch shamelessly. Hashimoto is bigger than two of his fingers for sure, and Totsuka shivers in anticipation. <\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Relax,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Hashimoto warns. He holds himself steady as he starts to push inside, the other hand holding Totsuka\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s hip to keep him steady as well. Hashimoto isn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t fast but he\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s steady, relentless, and the burn of it races over Totsuka\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s nerves and makes his eyes tear a little. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Mm,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Hashimoto praises, a little breathless. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153You\u00e2\u20ac\u2122re so tight, so hot.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d When he\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s in far enough that he doesn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t need to use his hand anymore, Hashimoto touches Totsuka instead, both hands skimming over Totsuka\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s chest and belly. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Come on, open up for me.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n

Hashimoto eases back and pushes back inside in a long, smooth motion, and Totsuka can\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t hold back a long noise. <\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Yeah, let me hear you.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Hashimoto does it again, only a little faster, and this time at the end of his stroke he\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s buried the whole way inside Totsuka. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Ready? Tottsu said I could be rough.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Ryosuke,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d is all that Totsuka\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s answers. His back arches on its own when Hashimoto does exactly what he says he\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s going to, his hands clenching into fists without anything to hold on to. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Ryosuke, oh…\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n

Hashimoto grabs Totsuka\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s hips tightly as he starts fucking him in short, deep thrusts, his sneakers squeaking a little on the floor. The leverage would be better if he had Totsuka on his stomach, but Totsuka knows that Hashimoto prefers it this way so that he can watch Totsuka\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s face, can see Totsuka\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s cock curling against his own stomach. Totsuka likes it better this way too, would much rather watch the flash of Hashimoto\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s eyes as they drag over Totsuka\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s skin, the flex of Hashimoto\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s muscles as sweat starts to bead on Hashimoto\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s arms and chest. <\/p>\n

Totsuka\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s already hard and leaking against his stomach, but Hashimoto makes no move to touch him. <\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Gocchi says,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Hashimoto says, almost conversationally, \u00e2\u20ac\u0153that if I do it right, I can make you come without touching you.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u0153It\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s happened before,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Totsuka answers, voice thin and breathless. Hashimoto\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s cock can touch him deep enough to do it, but it takes patience and some time, and the table isn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t comfortable really. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Takes time, though. Some trial and error.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Only got an hour,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Hashimoto agrees, frowning a little, but then his expression smoothes as he files that away for later. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Later, though, I can be patient.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Can you?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Totsuka asks, just to nettle. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153You don\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t feel very patient right now.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d <\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u0153No wonder Gocchi likes punishing you so much,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Hashimoto growls. He digs his fingers in deeper, fucks Totsuka harder until Totsuka\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s breathing is too quick for him to mouth off anymore. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Plus you look so good desperate. Hand down, you can\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t touch yourself yet.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n

Stamina is both the best and worst thing they ever taught Hashimoto, for sure. <\/p>\n

Totsuka makes it until Hasshi drags two fingers through the wet spot on his stomach and then puts his hand to his mouth to suck his fingers clean. <\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Please touch me,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Totsuka begs, curling legs around Hashimoto\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s thighs and begging with his whole body. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Ryosuke, please, please.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Mmmm,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Hashimoto grins down at Totsuka\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s display, clearly pleased by what he sees. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153A\u00e2\u20ac\u2122course. All Tottsu has to do is ask.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d His hand is hot and still a little lube-slick when it wraps around Totsuka, and Totsuka\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s cock jumps at the first touch. The sight of his cock sliding through Hashimoto\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s long fingers in time with his thrusts is too much for Totsuka, and his eyes squeeze shut no matter how he tries to keep them open. <\/p>\n

The heat gathering low in his stomach is impossible to hold back, and Totsuka cries out as that heat washes over his whole body and he spills over Hashimoto\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s hand and his own stomach. For a few moments, all he can do is gasp for air as Hashimoto keeps fucking him, steady but a little slower, as if he\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s drawing out Totsuka\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s aftershocks. <\/p>\n

A touch to his stomach makes Totsuka open his eyes, and he\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s unsurprised to find Hashimoto dragging fingers through the mess on Totsuka\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s skin. <\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Weirdo,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Totsuka accuses with affection. He feels boneless and fuzzy around the edges, and he wants Hashimoto to finish so that he maybe has time for a little nap. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Hurry up and come too, before we break the table.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Fine, fine,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Hashimoto agrees like it\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s a chore. He pinches Totsuka\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s stomach to make him squirm before he plants both hands flat on the table to fuck himself as deeply into Totsuka as possible. Even though he\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s already come, Totsuka likes this part too, likes watching Hashimoto\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s face tense in concentration, then relax in release. <\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Mm, hey,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Totsuka protests without any real heat when Hashimoto lets his weight flop onto Totsuka\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s chest. He drags his hand through Hashimoto\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s silly blond hair, now sweat-dark. Hashimoto only clings more tightly and all but purrs, still shivering all over. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153You\u00e2\u20ac\u2122re heavy.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Tottsu\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s so comfortable, though,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Hashimoto sighs, nosing at Totsuka\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s sternum. Totsuka feels the quick, wet swipe of Hashimoto\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s tongue against his skin. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Tastes good, too.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Off, idiot,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Totsuka orders, swatting at Hashimoto\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s shoulder. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153And help me up. Why does letting you have your way always end up so messy?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n

Hashimoto only laughs and steals a kiss as he pushes himself up, reminding Totsuka that the mess just means they did it right.<\/p>\n