Laundry Day
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Adult ++
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6,703
Reviews:
11
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Laundry Day
Title: Laundry Day
Fandom: Haru wo Daiteita
Pairing: KatouxIwaki
Rating: NC-17, 18+, or whatever “Adults Only” means on this particular site
Katou glared at the unyielding washing machine. He sat in a folding chair right in front of it, giving it the full heat of his commanding stare.
Whirl-click-whirl...
Whirl-click-whirl...
Come on, he thought at the machine. I don't have all day.
Whirl-click-whirl...
Whirl-click-whirl...
“Katou?” Iwaki's voice interrupted the one sided glaring match. “What are you doing in the laundry room? You've been in here for twenty minutes already.”
“I'm waiting for my shirt to finish washing,” Katou replied, his golden eyes never leaving the washer.
“You're waiting for a shirt?”
“Yep.”
Whirl-click-whirl...
Whirl-click-whirl...
“Only one shirt?”
“Yep.”
Whirl-click-whirl...
Whirl-click-whirl...
“You wasted an entire wash cycle for one shirt?”
“Remember that audition I had last week? The one for the war mini-series? They called me back, and I've got two hours before I meet them for round two,” Katou doubled his glaring attempt at the washing machine. “The producer told me that he really loved that shirt I wore, so I'm wearing it again. It needed washing, though.”
“And you're waiting down here? You know the damn machine buzzes loud enough when it's done.”
Katou's gaze still remained on the tauting white piece of machinery. “I didn't' want to get distracted and miss getting it dried in time.”
Iwaki, exasperated at Katou's single mindedness, walked into the room proper, standing right in Katou's view, forcing the younger man to look at him.
“Distractions? Like what?”
Katou looked up and up Iwaki's body, his thoughts turning positively randy by the time he got to his partner's handsome face. Even looking as annoyed as he probably was, Iwaki was still enough to tempt a saint. Especially in a tight maroon shirt and black slacks that simply showcased those long lean legs.
And Katou was no saint. He'd never played one either.
He lunged forward, trapping Iwaki against the washer in a tight embrace.
“Like you, perhaps?” he murmured, burying his face into the warmth of Iwaki's pale neck. He always smelled so good.
“Baka,” Iwaki replied, with no malice in his voice. “I thought you were waiting for your shirt.”
Katou paused, listening. The machine had stopped its whirl-click-whirling and was filling with water in preparation for the final rinse.
“I've got time.”
The blond started sliding his hand up that shirt that kept him from truly appreciating Iwaki's perfect form. Iwaki couldn't, or perhaps wouldn't, resist for long, but he had to at least pretend to be the voice of reason.
“Katou,” he moaned as the man in question teased the twin peaked nubs on his chest. “Are you sure you want to do it here?”
Instead of answering verbally, Katou pressed himself flush against Iwaki, letting him feel just how sure he was while giving his nipples a gentle twist. Iwaki's answering groan was swallowed by an insistent mouth as Katou kissed him, full and deep, dipping his tongue into the well of his partner's mouth.
It was hard being the voice of reason sometimes.
And speaking of hard, Iwaki thought as he rubbed his own awakening arousal against Katou's fully stirred own.
Releasing those soft lips slowly, Katou chuckled at Iwaki's sudden forwardness. “You are so easy,” he purred, pulling the offending garment up, over, and off, flinging it somewhere behind him.
“Fuck you,” Iwaki growled, pushing away from the washer machine long enough for Katou to unfasten and yank his pants down. God, the man moved fast, he thought as his briefs followed.
“Maybe next time.”
Katou pulled his own shirt off, dropping it at his feet. Against in the pockets of his jeans, he found the small tube of lubricant that he kept around for moments like this. He never got tired of “christening” various room in their new home, but the laundry room was a first.
Besides, after the moment in the kitchen, Iwaki would surely kill him if he tried to use cooking oil again.
Reaching under one of Iwaki's legs, he coaxed it up and around his waist to give him room to prepare properly.
Prepping was quick, first with two fingers, then three, then Iwaki beginning to impatiently try to climb up Katou's body to get more of that teasing touch.
“More,” he gasped, holding Katou against him with that one raised leg and rubbing like a frantic kitten.
Katou loved Iwaki with all of his heart, but he loved him the most when he was like this, when he let go and just allowed Katou to do him. When his inhibitions were fully released, turning him into a quivering ball of need. Katou quickly slammed his hand on the washing machine as he momentarily lost balance, and suddenly had a very wicked idea.
“Turn around,” he requested, pulling his body and fingers away. With a tiny whine in the back of his throat, Iwaki complied, quickly turning his back to his partner, leaning over the machine, legs spread tantalizingly.
Katou moaned out loud at the very sight of Iwaki's smooth muscular back and firm bottom. Spreading those taunting cheeks apart, he teased the puckered entrance the winked back at him with the tip of his slickened erection. He slid in a bit, only inserting the tip inside, pausing, and then sliding back out. As much as he wanted to simply plow into Iwaki's depths, teasing the hell out of him was much more fun.
He hoped that the spin cycle was treating Iwaki just as well.
Iwaki was caught up in a storm of passion, his only lifeline was slipping in and out of him at an increasing pace. The vibrations from the washer thrummed through his entire front. Unable to help himself, he rubbed his arousal against the shaking metal panel.
Stopping for a moment, Katou simply watched the muscles of Iwaki's buttocks flex as he rocked with supine grace between the machine and his own spear. It had to be hottest thing he'd ever seen in his life.
Done with teasing, he surged forward with one thrust, entering Iwaki fully, savoring the scream of surprise that met his ears. Iwaki began to move in earnest, impaling himself over and over again.
“Yeah, that's it, baby,” Katou groaned, grasping the sides of the washer for support and soundly not moving. “Ride me, use me...”
With such a request panting in his ears, Iwaki obeyed, rocking between two pleasures. It was an amazing feeling, but not enough. He was very close, and wanted his love to join him before reached his peak.
“More, Katou...”
Normally, Katou would jest tease him more until that request was screamed at the top of Iwaki's lungs. Getting the normally subdued brunette to speak that loud was always a bonus.
But now, such a delicious show deserved a delicious ending. Katou was also close to exploding. Moving his grip to Iwaki's pale hips, he pounded into the trembling body beneath him.
“Iwaki-san,” he growled between clenched teeth. “What you do to me...”
If Iwaki were capable of whole words at the moment, he would have responded in kind. But the constant sensations stole his breath, leaving him only able to concentrate on meeting each thrust.
The laundry room was filled with gasps and groans, the slapping of flesh against flesh,and the whirling of the washer the two men humped against it. Katou reached completion first, shoving Iwaki against the machine and holding him there as he filled his hot cavern with near scalding release.
Now fully feeling both the shaking and the fullness at once, Iwaki joined him in release, screaming in the slightly humid air. White streams of ejaculate covered his chest and the poor machine.
For a moment, no words were spoken. Katou held Iwaki close, both leaning on the washer.
“I love you, Iwaki-san,” Katou said finally, nuzzling the straight black locks.
Iwaki leaned back, turning his head to kiss the blond, stopping just as the washer buzzed loud enough to make the two men jump.
“Looks like your shirt is done,” Iwaki commented wryly. “Do you want to grab a shower while it dries, or do you have to babysit it for that?”
“I'm not so sure,” Katou replied, snuggling close and pressing a kiss to his neck. “Will you stand in from of the dryer, too? It's great way to kill time...”
Sighing, Iwaki gently pushed the younger man away. “Baka. Where did you toss my pants?”
“Always the romantic, aren't you?” Katou asked as he looked down to pull his jeans back on. “Shit! I can't believe this!”
Iwaki was already at the other side of the room, wiping at his chest with his own shirt. “What is it?” He turned to find Katou dabbing frantically at the front of his jeans with a spare towel.
“I got...stuff...on this jeans! I was going to wear these to the audition, too. The producer thought they were cool!” He pulled them back down and off. “Now I'll have to wash these before I go.”
Iwaki rolled his eyes at his lover's antics. “Baka.”
Fandom: Haru wo Daiteita
Pairing: KatouxIwaki
Rating: NC-17, 18+, or whatever “Adults Only” means on this particular site
Katou glared at the unyielding washing machine. He sat in a folding chair right in front of it, giving it the full heat of his commanding stare.
Whirl-click-whirl...
Whirl-click-whirl...
Come on, he thought at the machine. I don't have all day.
Whirl-click-whirl...
Whirl-click-whirl...
“Katou?” Iwaki's voice interrupted the one sided glaring match. “What are you doing in the laundry room? You've been in here for twenty minutes already.”
“I'm waiting for my shirt to finish washing,” Katou replied, his golden eyes never leaving the washer.
“You're waiting for a shirt?”
“Yep.”
Whirl-click-whirl...
Whirl-click-whirl...
“Only one shirt?”
“Yep.”
Whirl-click-whirl...
Whirl-click-whirl...
“You wasted an entire wash cycle for one shirt?”
“Remember that audition I had last week? The one for the war mini-series? They called me back, and I've got two hours before I meet them for round two,” Katou doubled his glaring attempt at the washing machine. “The producer told me that he really loved that shirt I wore, so I'm wearing it again. It needed washing, though.”
“And you're waiting down here? You know the damn machine buzzes loud enough when it's done.”
Katou's gaze still remained on the tauting white piece of machinery. “I didn't' want to get distracted and miss getting it dried in time.”
Iwaki, exasperated at Katou's single mindedness, walked into the room proper, standing right in Katou's view, forcing the younger man to look at him.
“Distractions? Like what?”
Katou looked up and up Iwaki's body, his thoughts turning positively randy by the time he got to his partner's handsome face. Even looking as annoyed as he probably was, Iwaki was still enough to tempt a saint. Especially in a tight maroon shirt and black slacks that simply showcased those long lean legs.
And Katou was no saint. He'd never played one either.
He lunged forward, trapping Iwaki against the washer in a tight embrace.
“Like you, perhaps?” he murmured, burying his face into the warmth of Iwaki's pale neck. He always smelled so good.
“Baka,” Iwaki replied, with no malice in his voice. “I thought you were waiting for your shirt.”
Katou paused, listening. The machine had stopped its whirl-click-whirling and was filling with water in preparation for the final rinse.
“I've got time.”
The blond started sliding his hand up that shirt that kept him from truly appreciating Iwaki's perfect form. Iwaki couldn't, or perhaps wouldn't, resist for long, but he had to at least pretend to be the voice of reason.
“Katou,” he moaned as the man in question teased the twin peaked nubs on his chest. “Are you sure you want to do it here?”
Instead of answering verbally, Katou pressed himself flush against Iwaki, letting him feel just how sure he was while giving his nipples a gentle twist. Iwaki's answering groan was swallowed by an insistent mouth as Katou kissed him, full and deep, dipping his tongue into the well of his partner's mouth.
It was hard being the voice of reason sometimes.
And speaking of hard, Iwaki thought as he rubbed his own awakening arousal against Katou's fully stirred own.
Releasing those soft lips slowly, Katou chuckled at Iwaki's sudden forwardness. “You are so easy,” he purred, pulling the offending garment up, over, and off, flinging it somewhere behind him.
“Fuck you,” Iwaki growled, pushing away from the washer machine long enough for Katou to unfasten and yank his pants down. God, the man moved fast, he thought as his briefs followed.
“Maybe next time.”
Katou pulled his own shirt off, dropping it at his feet. Against in the pockets of his jeans, he found the small tube of lubricant that he kept around for moments like this. He never got tired of “christening” various room in their new home, but the laundry room was a first.
Besides, after the moment in the kitchen, Iwaki would surely kill him if he tried to use cooking oil again.
Reaching under one of Iwaki's legs, he coaxed it up and around his waist to give him room to prepare properly.
Prepping was quick, first with two fingers, then three, then Iwaki beginning to impatiently try to climb up Katou's body to get more of that teasing touch.
“More,” he gasped, holding Katou against him with that one raised leg and rubbing like a frantic kitten.
Katou loved Iwaki with all of his heart, but he loved him the most when he was like this, when he let go and just allowed Katou to do him. When his inhibitions were fully released, turning him into a quivering ball of need. Katou quickly slammed his hand on the washing machine as he momentarily lost balance, and suddenly had a very wicked idea.
“Turn around,” he requested, pulling his body and fingers away. With a tiny whine in the back of his throat, Iwaki complied, quickly turning his back to his partner, leaning over the machine, legs spread tantalizingly.
Katou moaned out loud at the very sight of Iwaki's smooth muscular back and firm bottom. Spreading those taunting cheeks apart, he teased the puckered entrance the winked back at him with the tip of his slickened erection. He slid in a bit, only inserting the tip inside, pausing, and then sliding back out. As much as he wanted to simply plow into Iwaki's depths, teasing the hell out of him was much more fun.
He hoped that the spin cycle was treating Iwaki just as well.
Iwaki was caught up in a storm of passion, his only lifeline was slipping in and out of him at an increasing pace. The vibrations from the washer thrummed through his entire front. Unable to help himself, he rubbed his arousal against the shaking metal panel.
Stopping for a moment, Katou simply watched the muscles of Iwaki's buttocks flex as he rocked with supine grace between the machine and his own spear. It had to be hottest thing he'd ever seen in his life.
Done with teasing, he surged forward with one thrust, entering Iwaki fully, savoring the scream of surprise that met his ears. Iwaki began to move in earnest, impaling himself over and over again.
“Yeah, that's it, baby,” Katou groaned, grasping the sides of the washer for support and soundly not moving. “Ride me, use me...”
With such a request panting in his ears, Iwaki obeyed, rocking between two pleasures. It was an amazing feeling, but not enough. He was very close, and wanted his love to join him before reached his peak.
“More, Katou...”
Normally, Katou would jest tease him more until that request was screamed at the top of Iwaki's lungs. Getting the normally subdued brunette to speak that loud was always a bonus.
But now, such a delicious show deserved a delicious ending. Katou was also close to exploding. Moving his grip to Iwaki's pale hips, he pounded into the trembling body beneath him.
“Iwaki-san,” he growled between clenched teeth. “What you do to me...”
If Iwaki were capable of whole words at the moment, he would have responded in kind. But the constant sensations stole his breath, leaving him only able to concentrate on meeting each thrust.
The laundry room was filled with gasps and groans, the slapping of flesh against flesh,and the whirling of the washer the two men humped against it. Katou reached completion first, shoving Iwaki against the machine and holding him there as he filled his hot cavern with near scalding release.
Now fully feeling both the shaking and the fullness at once, Iwaki joined him in release, screaming in the slightly humid air. White streams of ejaculate covered his chest and the poor machine.
For a moment, no words were spoken. Katou held Iwaki close, both leaning on the washer.
“I love you, Iwaki-san,” Katou said finally, nuzzling the straight black locks.
Iwaki leaned back, turning his head to kiss the blond, stopping just as the washer buzzed loud enough to make the two men jump.
“Looks like your shirt is done,” Iwaki commented wryly. “Do you want to grab a shower while it dries, or do you have to babysit it for that?”
“I'm not so sure,” Katou replied, snuggling close and pressing a kiss to his neck. “Will you stand in from of the dryer, too? It's great way to kill time...”
Sighing, Iwaki gently pushed the younger man away. “Baka. Where did you toss my pants?”
“Always the romantic, aren't you?” Katou asked as he looked down to pull his jeans back on. “Shit! I can't believe this!”
Iwaki was already at the other side of the room, wiping at his chest with his own shirt. “What is it?” He turned to find Katou dabbing frantically at the front of his jeans with a spare towel.
“I got...stuff...on this jeans! I was going to wear these to the audition, too. The producer thought they were cool!” He pulled them back down and off. “Now I'll have to wash these before I go.”
Iwaki rolled his eyes at his lover's antics. “Baka.”