Hiruma = Uke
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+. to F › Eyeshield 21
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
2
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3,331
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Sing
Hiruma cursed as the red-eyed player pinned him to the wall, but it wasn’t that which annoyed him, it was those damn hands. It was as if he knew all of his weak spots, stalking his prey with his fingers, dominating through touch.
How the hell had he gotten himself into this situation?
And dammit he wasn’t usually this fucking fast!
He bit back a groan as he suppressed the urge to roll his hips, the front of his black denim skinny’s horribly tight. The blonde devil kept his poker face perfect as he stared back at the former Eyesheild 21. An unfortunate involuntary twitch of the jaw and it was all over, that was all that the other needed.
A low chuckle emanated from the body above him.
“Feeling…hot?” a finger trailed over the newly exposed skin. Hiruma didn’t reply but the subtle shift of flesh had already told Akaba its story.
Lowering his head, the skilled guitarist pushed the shirt from the Quarterbacks thin shoulders, leaning in to kiss lightly on his defined collarbone, Hiruma gasped as a shiver ran down his spine. Akaba smirked.
“Did you know…” a lick “that the body is like a guitar?” The red head watched his comment sink in, further divulging the devil from his now unnecessary clothes. Hiruma began to sweat as he tried to suppress the noises that were slowly forming in the back of his throat. The fondling continued slowly teasing the blonde to distraction.
“Hit the right notes,” a suck here, a nip there “& you can make it sing,” Akaba bit down on Hiruma's shoulder eliciting a full throaty moan from the devil, watching as his knees gave way and sank slowly to the the floor.
How the hell had he gotten himself into this situation?
And dammit he wasn’t usually this fucking fast!
He bit back a groan as he suppressed the urge to roll his hips, the front of his black denim skinny’s horribly tight. The blonde devil kept his poker face perfect as he stared back at the former Eyesheild 21. An unfortunate involuntary twitch of the jaw and it was all over, that was all that the other needed.
A low chuckle emanated from the body above him.
“Feeling…hot?” a finger trailed over the newly exposed skin. Hiruma didn’t reply but the subtle shift of flesh had already told Akaba its story.
Lowering his head, the skilled guitarist pushed the shirt from the Quarterbacks thin shoulders, leaning in to kiss lightly on his defined collarbone, Hiruma gasped as a shiver ran down his spine. Akaba smirked.
“Did you know…” a lick “that the body is like a guitar?” The red head watched his comment sink in, further divulging the devil from his now unnecessary clothes. Hiruma began to sweat as he tried to suppress the noises that were slowly forming in the back of his throat. The fondling continued slowly teasing the blonde to distraction.
“Hit the right notes,” a suck here, a nip there “& you can make it sing,” Akaba bit down on Hiruma's shoulder eliciting a full throaty moan from the devil, watching as his knees gave way and sank slowly to the the floor.