November Drabble a day

[nilielh]

Title : [Drabble] Day Twenty Nine : Giving in
Rating : R
Pairing : Ohmiya / Sakumoto / Juntoshi
Summary : …and on their bodies therein lies the marks of love and life
Disclaimer : fiction, yo!
Note : part 29 of my November Drabble a day post for Leader's month :D continuation of that Sakumoto kiss in Lost Battle

Matsumoto-san gasps and it’s the sweetest sound he’s ever heard, moaning softly in return as he drags his fingertips along Matsumoto-san’s jaw. The man’s skin is so smooth beneath his palm, like a woman’s, but also different; his lips are soft and the inside of his mouth even softer, and god, he could spend the rest of his days kissing Matsumoto-san without getting tired of it.

He pulls back just far enough to let the air back into his lungs before he is tilting his head again to cover Matsumoto-san’s mouth with his own, tiny frustrated sounds spilling from the back of his throat when he isn’t able to because then Matsumoto-san is backing away and is looking at him wildly.

“Oh god, oh god –“

He is moving so quickly to grab Matsumoto-san by the nape of his neck, tugging his face down so they could rest their foreheads together. “Hey, calm down, calm down,” he breathes, stroking the back of Matsumoto-san’s neck tenderly. The man still looks fairly terrified, his pupils blown wide and he is shaking all over, but he has thankfully stopped struggling and is now completely still in his hold.

“S-Sakurai-san –“

He shakes his head and moves his other hand to stroke Matsumoto-san’s cheek softly. “Don’t freak out,” he whispers, though he knows it’s not enough to reassure Matsumoto-san now, most especially after the kiss.

Matsumoto-san shudders anyway. “H-How am I supposed to stay calm when – when – oh god, what did I just –“

“We kissed,” he mutters, fingering the sides of Matsumoto-san’s mouth and god, he wants to do it again, wants to seal his mouth over Matsumoto-san’s own for another taste, but he held himself. Instead, he takes one of Matsumoto-san’s hands and places it over his chest, the spot where his heart is beating like crazy underneath at the same time he places his over Matsumoto-san’s own, giddy at the feel of Matsumoto-san’s heart doing it’s own crazy dance inside the man’s ribcage.

“Feel that?” he murmurs, closing his eyes and letting his senses take over everything, wondering if this is what falling in love feels like, if this is what Matsumoto-san’s mate and his brother felt for each other the very first time their eyes met.

“W-What –“

“Our hearts are beating in tandem,” he whispers, squeezing Matsumoto-san’s hand and smiling through the conflicting feeling of wanting to kiss Matsumoto-san endless and making sure he doesn’t scare the other man into running away, screaming. “I – amazing, right?”

“B-But what does this mean?” Matsumoto-san whispers back, his breath coming out as ragged pants and god help him, he needs all the patience he could muster to keep himself from just doing the man right here and now.

He hollows out a laugh that means to be confident though it came out sounding anything but. He forces out a smile as he fingers the man's lower lip gently and shakes his head.

"No idea," he whispers, and though it's not the truth, he doesn't need to point it out. Of course he knows what this is, knows exactly what he wants when he leaned in and kissed Matsumoto-san's lips but seeing Matsumoto-san now, he's not sure if the other man is sober enough to accept the fact that he's somewhat being seduced by someone that isn't his mate.  "but the hell with it, because I fucking like this,"

"I -- w-what?"

He takes the opportunity to cup Matsumoto-san's jaw and thumbs at the corners of his mouth.

"I'm gonna kiss you again, Matsumoto-san," he whispers, giddy with desire, his fingers tingle in delicious anticipation. "So you can either tell me to stop or forever hold your peace because once I start, I'm not sure I'm going to be able to stop,"

Matsumoto-san's eyes are wild and wide as he leans in slowly. "Shall I stop or --?"

Matsumoto-san's breath is warm and his face is flushed red, closing his eyes at the same time he himself gasps sharply at the obvious gesture of surrender.

"No," Matsumoto-san whispers and god, if that's not enough to make him want to do things he knows he have no right to do, then he doesn't know what else would. "Don't stop, Sho-san,"

He groans and cups Matsumoto-san's firmly in place. "I won't,"