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Ichigo to Kemuri	By : MistressofDragons Category: Gravitation > General Views: 3167 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-Ichigo to Kemuri
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Disclaimer: I don’t own Gravitation. It belongs to the
fabulous Maki Murakami.

Summary: Shuichi tastes of strawberries but Yuki tastes of
smoke.

Warnings: Yaoi, lemon. Sap and fluff. . .

Cyber-“Yo!
Doing another fic exchange and this is my offering. A Gravitation fic with
strawberry pocky, sailor-fuku and voyeurism. Enjoy!”

Ichigo to Kemuri

Strawberries and
Smoke

Shuichi tastes of strawberries. Of course, that could be the
last crumbs of strawberry pocky that we are sharing with our kiss. The crumbs
add a new texture to the kiss, a lovely contrast to the damp smoothness of
Shuichi’s mouth. I think I like it. I think I like it a lot.

But I really shouldn’t do this. Shuichi just broke up with
Yuki, again, two days ago. I know he still loves the bastard. But ohh. . .
Shuichi won’t let me pull away. He’s so forceful when he wants something. How
did I get into this mess again?

Yeah, right. . . Shuichi challenged me with pocky again.
Whoever gave up and pulled away from the pocky stick first would loose. I
thought he would blush and pull away at the last second like last time but he
licked my lips and. . . I’ve been waiting for this moment for so long. In
highschool we danced around each other teasing and hinting but never acting. I
remember the taste of his skin as I kissed his throat and licked that ticklish
spot on his ear. I remember how he would wriggle against me, cling and rub oh
so innocently. I remember how our clothes would always come undone, on the
verge of slipping right off, when we would wrestle during our play-fights. But
we always had an excuse, be it teasing or putting on a show for the girls at
school in order to get out of work. We always brushed it off or pretended to
dislike it. And then, Yuki came into our lives and I lost my chance.

But now I’ve got my tongue as far into his supple mouth as
it can go and my hand pushing up the hem of his skirt. I can’t believe he’s
borrowed his sister’s uniform again. I don’t know whether to thank Yuki or
strangle him for getting Shuichi into cross-dressing. But I can’t exactly point
fingers. Shuichi convinced me to put on my old uniform too, said he wanted
everything to be “like old times again.” His hands are in my hair, tugging, and
he’s got his head tipped back, offering his throat. When did we break the kiss?
Doesn’t matter. His skin tastes the same, salty-sweet, and the breathy sounds
coming from his open mouth are exhilarating.

He’s shaved his legs too; his skin is so soft. . . And is
that a thong?! Oh gods. . . I want, I need. . . I hope his sister isn’t too mad
about the rip in her uniform top. . . Shuichi’s chest is so smooth, just a tiny
dusting of pale hair heading towards the hem of his skirt. That’s what’s always
attracted me to him. He’s just this side of being completely androgynous.
Masculine enough to light that spark inside but beautiful enough to pass as a
woman from a distance. . . as long as he doesn’t speak anyway.

To hell with Yuki! Shuichi’s offering and I’m going to take
it. Damn. Those sounds he’s making. So eager, so needy. He’s working at the
buttons on my shirt while I tease his nipples. Every whine, every arch. How
could Yuki ever do without this beautiful, beautiful creature for even a
moment? No. I won’t think about him, I won’t taint this.

Finally, my shirt is gone. And now. . . Oh yessss. . . Gods,
Shuichi! I need you, now! There’s no
time to get my pants off all the way, yet each second is an eternity. He’s so beautiful,
writhing beneath me, preparing himself. With each thrust of his fingers he
makes a tiny, tiny moan. And now. . . His eyes are locked with mine and my
heart just stopped. I want to bury myself inside him and drown in those eyes. I
want to break down and cry. No use in denying. I love my best friend, my
Shuichi. I love him as much as he loves Yuki. Damn, why can’t I just forget?!

I need to stop this now. He doesn’t return my feelings. He
doesn’t. . . “I love you, Hiro. . .” Nnn. . . I’ve died and gone to heaven. I
don’t care if it’s spur of the moment. His voice, those words, and his slick
hand wrapped around my cock. I can’t deny him anything.

“Shuichi. . .” He’s so tight and hot. He’s smiling at me as
he throws his head back and screams. He’s screaming my name. His legs are
wrapped around me. His body is shuddering in pleasure and flushed with arousal.
Infinite eternities aren’t nearly enough time. “Love. . . you. . .” Now I’ve
said it. But I’ll hate myself for it later. It’s not as if my confession has
ruined anything further than it’s already been ruined.

Ohh. . . I’ve never had sex this. . . intense. I’m surprised
I haven’t come already. Shuichi is meeting each of my thrusts with abandon and
trying to kiss me. But he keeps on missing my lips so he’s sucking on my
shoulder instead. I can feel his fingers raking my back, he’s so close but
can’t seem to make it over the edge. I should really help him get off but. . .
Our position is awkward and my balance is shot. If I try to shift my weight to
one hand I feel as if I’ll fall and crush him.

“St-stop. . . Wait. . .” Oh shit. He’s come to his senses. I
can’t bear to look. . . A part of me just wants to continue in spite of the protest,
but I can’t, I won’t. I won’t betray him like that. But it hurts. . . I’m
shaking from holding still. I should pull out before I have to see the look of
betrayal in his eyes.

Wha. . .? His eyes are so warm. . . and looking right past
me, his hand extended in invitation. Yuki. . . slumped against the doorframe,
cigarette, mostly ashes, hanging from his mouth, a beer in one hand and his
cock in the other. His eyes are so hot, dragging over us. I can feel the
scalding. . . shivering through my skin. Oh! Shuichi!

I need to get out of here! I just came inside Shuichi and
Yuki is so possessive and. . . Shit! Shuichi has a death-grip on me and Yuki. .
.

Gh! That’s cold! What’s Yuki—? Ohhh. . . They’re kissing
with me between them and that beer can is ice cold and moving. . . Nnn!

Yuki’s hand is in my hair, pulling sharply, and he’s so much
more forceful at kissing than Shuichi. His silk shirt feels wonderful against
my back and I can feel his pants bunching up against the backs of my knees. I
never thought my recovery time could be so short. And Yuki’s fingers feel sooo
good. Better than I ever thought something there would oh!

I can’t stand this. It’s too much, too good. Shuichi is
writhing beneath me, clenching around me, and alternating kisses between me and
Yuki. And Yuki is, Yuki is. . . It hurts, not as much as at first, but each
thrust is making me scream. And I can feel Yuki’s hand brushing my stomach with
each stroke of Shuichi’s cock.

Shuichi. . . He’s screaming now, both our names, and pulling
at my hair, his fingers now entwined with Yuki’s come slicked ones. Yuki is
groaning into my mouth, shoving so hard into me that I can’t catch my breath.
He tastes of smoke, dark and bitter. And my vision is black with colorful
starbursts. . .

I’m vaguely uncomfortable. I don’t remember what happened
after my second climax but Yuki must have come himself because he’s draped over
my back and wearing a very satisfied expression. I can’t stop my slight wince.
He’s still inside me and I’m much too sore for it to feel pleasant. Shuichi is
still beneath me, though I slipped out of him during my blackout apparently,
and his expression is clearly borrowed from the cat that ate the canary. He’s
nuzzling me and murmuring something at Yuki.

What?! . . . Figures, they had this planned since they got
back together last night. I should be pissed but Shuichi is whispering how much
he loves us, both of us. And. . . Yuki has us drawn into a very awkward
three-way kiss. All I can taste is smoke and strawberries and I think I like
it, way too much for my own piece of mind. The flavors play off each other so
nicely. But I’m too sleepy to do anything about anything right now.
Strawberries and smoke. . . mmm. . .

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