Fanfic - Wild Adapter - Exhibitionism
Title: Exhibitionism

Warnings: No real warnings unless exhibition/voyeurism/masturbation squicks you...

Rating: NC-17

Disclaimer: Tokitoh and Kubota belong to Minekura Kazuya. Goddess Minekura is the sole creator and owner of Wild Adapter and Araiso..., Executive Committee, etc etc. If its crack, blame my WA muses who like to do naughty things in my mind ><;; hehe

Notes: Another gift fic for evilsensei who is uber stressed and busy and deserves to take a smut break ~_^ Also a kinda celebration ficcy for me finally understanding the scientific theorems! YAY! *dies* Thanks to yukie1013 for beta'ing *hearthearts*

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Tokitoh bit his lip, arching forward and pressing his back against the wall. Occasionally a car would drive by on the wet streets, the shush of tires on asphalt loud enough with the windows open to allow him to let a deep moan escape. It was a hot, sticky night. All the windows were open in the apartment and the bedroom door closed as usual, leaving the bedroom feeling especially stuffy. Kubota was asleep at the foot of the futon, soft breaths brushing the sheets.

Tokitoh pressed convulsively back against the wall under the window at the head of the bed, shirt open, boxers around one ankle. His eyes were half closed, watching his friend in the dark room. The soft glow from the street lamps outside cast shadows across Kubota’s face, the usually bespectacled eyes dark and shadowed. The heat and humidity had made him restless, leaving him half on and half off the futon they shared, but Tokitoh knew he was asleep, hyper-aware of the rhythm of his breathing.

Biting his lip again to keep the small sounds that wanted to escape in check, the smaller teen let his eyes roam over the other’s scantily clad body, long bare legs tangled in humidity dampened sheets, boxers riding up one thigh just enough to keep Tokitoh’s imagination piqued and broiling. His hips jerked into his working hand, the leather of his glove creaking slightly as images of tongues against pale soft flesh and dark seemingly always calm eyes sparked with passion urged him on.

He closed his eyes briefly, thighs widening to open himself up more, arching, aching for the wanted heat of another’s body. He did this often, knowing if he woke Kubota, the other boy would quietly accept him, take him roughly like an animal on the floor or gently against the wall, if he asked. They had yet to actually have intercourse, but neither seemed in any real hurry. Tokitoh found excitement in fantasizing that Kubota knew and secretly watched him do himself in the middle of the night, mewling and growling deep in his throat as he jerked or fingered himself to completion.

The leather pulled and slicked against his wet cock, causing delightful friction that his small bare hand couldn’t. He choked on a moan and stuffed his fingers in his mouth, sucking hungrily on them as his pleasure increased. The thought of the dark eyes being open and watching him made him shiver, electricity crawling up his spine. His mouth watered, saliva slipping between his fingers, at the corners of his mouth and down his chin as his leather clad hand worked harder on his erection.

His now sopping wet hand slipped down, rubbing against the puckered circle of muscle, the heel of his hand pressing and massaging his balls. A shock of cold heat ran through his body, making him bite his tongue to stay quiet. He licked at his wet lips, sucking the bottom into his mouth, imagining his lover nipping and tugging at it with sharply white and straight teeth. Rubbing his thumb over the slick tip of his cock, he bent his head forward, letting out a deep moan, eyes still closed, imagining another pair of large, strong hands in place of his own.

He loved Kubota’s hands. Hands that could kill without cause, yet hold him so gently, so strong yet surprisingly soft and rough at the same time. Hands that knew exactly where to press, how to pull, where to pinch. He thrust a saliva slicked finger inside himself, leg jerking hard at the sudden sensation of being filled, stretched and he bucked his hips hard against his hand. Fingers tightened, squeezing up towards to the tip, thumb pressing over the slick top.

He opened his eyes, whispering Kubota’s name as his finger thrust inside himself, a second joining it soon after, hand moving faster on his shaft as he felt the heat coiling in his abdomen. A car drove by, filling the room with the blueish glow from its headlights; Tokitoh thought he caught a glimpse of dark eyes, steady, searing into his flesh, full lips curved into a slight grin as the tip of a tongue peaked out to wet them.

His eyes went wide and he bit through his lip to stifle the cry as his orgasm suddenly took over his senses, vision whiting out as his body tensed. His hips jerked into his hand, instinctively wanting deeper in shallow quick thrusts. His back bowed as he stared unseeing at the ceiling, waves of pleasure taking over his senses until his muscles went completely lax. He slumped against the wall, boneless even as his hand squeezed one last time upward to milk the last bit of pleasure. His breathing was heavy, and he swallowed hard, trying to control it enough that it didn’t reverberate around the room in a husky sounding echo.

His eyes drooped, mind blank for the moment as he slowly and lazily began to grasp for his boxers, tongue flicking out to lick up the sticky mess on his hand. Falling with an ungraceful thump to the futon, he started drifting off, boxers slightly askew on his hips.

At the end of the bed, Kubota’s lips curled in the tiniest of smiles. He was enjoying the almost nightly shows his new cat put on for him.

~Owari~