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Category:
+. to F › Eyeshield 21
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
28
Views:
8,502
Reviews:
26
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Eyeshield 21, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Rough Hands
Sena's body curved up into his hands as he ran them over himself brushing over sensitive areas of his skin. Hiruma wouldn't be back until later that night and the brunette couldn't contain himself anymore.
Smooth finger tips traced over silky skin, tracing a rosy nipple, the slinking down between slim legs. Sena stopped suddenly and gave a frustrated groan. It wasn't the same as having Hiruma touch him.
Amber eyes stared up at small feminine hands. They were soft and pampered, the nails slightly long and manicured. It was just the way Hiruma liked them, but Sena wasn't turned on by them at all.
Hiruma's hands were rough and calloused from years of football practice and Sena loved the way they felt. Compared to his own skin they were wicked and forbidden.
Everything about Hiruma was rough. His voice, his personality. The way he treated others, the way he used teeth, how he thrust into... Sena groaned once more, realizing he was hot and bothered again.
Rolling onto his side, he desperately tried to imagine that it Hiruma's hand touching him and not his own. Panting, he desperately jerked himself off, his right hand reaching back to finger himself.
This was the situation that Hiruma walked in on. The blonde twitched and hurriedly removed his clothes before joining Sena on the bed. Thank the gods that he had skipped that seminar today. >D
Owari
Smooth finger tips traced over silky skin, tracing a rosy nipple, the slinking down between slim legs. Sena stopped suddenly and gave a frustrated groan. It wasn't the same as having Hiruma touch him.
Amber eyes stared up at small feminine hands. They were soft and pampered, the nails slightly long and manicured. It was just the way Hiruma liked them, but Sena wasn't turned on by them at all.
Hiruma's hands were rough and calloused from years of football practice and Sena loved the way they felt. Compared to his own skin they were wicked and forbidden.
Everything about Hiruma was rough. His voice, his personality. The way he treated others, the way he used teeth, how he thrust into... Sena groaned once more, realizing he was hot and bothered again.
Rolling onto his side, he desperately tried to imagine that it Hiruma's hand touching him and not his own. Panting, he desperately jerked himself off, his right hand reaching back to finger himself.
This was the situation that Hiruma walked in on. The blonde twitched and hurriedly removed his clothes before joining Sena on the bed. Thank the gods that he had skipped that seminar today. >D
Owari