COULDVE BEEN #tokyorev

[#003]

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

august 3rd, 2005

THE MOVIE ON THE TV,

—became harder and harder to pay attention to, as Mikey's hand plays with the navy blue fabric of your skimpy panties underneath the blanket. your uncomfortable jean shorts had been discarded across the room while Mikey was trying to figure out how to work the DVD player.

he had complained for probably twenty minutes about how "VCRs work so much better," and how he "doesn't understand why you guys use this stupid shit."

but eventually, you showed him how, and the movie began. after a while, he moved his hand from in-between your legs, only to grab your hand and sit it on his growing erection. you side eye him to watch his face completely entranced by the superhero movie he'd picked out.

you rubbed slow, soft circles onto his growing cock. his face contorted as more pressure was applied, and steadily it became more erect. once it was—what you assumed to be—fully hard, you slowly stroked him through the fabric of his shorts, only to be met with whines and the bucking of his hips.

"can you pleasepleaseplease give me a blow job—or a hand job—or any sort of job, please?" he was fully begging, you weren't even sure why. in retrospect, you only really had been touching him for seven? minutes at the max. so for what reason is he tripping at this moment?

you nodded, sighing, "yes, baby, i can," he hastily pulled back the blanket, watching as you stood up, stretching your limbs, before kneeling on the floor in front of him. "Manjiro, do you have a hair tie?" he nods, handing you the one off his wrist.

you pull your hair back, staring up at him. he watches anticipatingly, as you pull his shorts and boxers, freeing his cock from its restraints. you wrap a hand around the very base, tightly bringing your hand to the tip, a pornographic moan coming from him as you do so. he bucks his hips, nearly slapping you in the face with his cock while doing so. you glance up towards him with a dirty look, and he replies with an apologetic one.

"please.." he's quiet, you could barely hear him. smiling at him, giving a sloppy wet kiss to the cutely pink tip of his hard cock. a mewl comes through his parted lips as you leave similar ones all along the shaft, before eventually taking the tip into your mouth, a low-sounding groan coming as you do so.

just then, a shaking, callused hand fell onto the crown of your head, and began pushing it with much force. you attempted to swat it away, but he was unrelenting. eventually giving in to what he wanted; you allowed him to take control of what you were doing. telling yourself this was the only time he would be doing this.

then suddenly, he stood up, readjusting himself, "get up."

"what?"

"get up, get dressed, we have to go," he tells you, walking across the living room to find his socks.

"what are you talking about?" you look up at him, still sitting on the floor, "go where?"

"to the festival. get up, you need to put pants on," he says, still not explaining. you look down at your fingernails, picking off a piece of skin.

"Manjiro, what the fuck are you talking 'bout? what is at the festival? like what.." you return your eyes to him, his face dead serious.