A Few Seconds ~ [The Pig Pen]

Frustrated

It was swift, total possession.

Koshino growled low in his throat as he thrust blindly into the willing body beneath him. It took less than five minutes for both boys to reach completion, bodies shuddering in simultaneous release, matching cries of pleasure lost in each other’s hungry mouths.

Neither had the energy to move in the aftermath of this marathon fuck. They just lay there with their limbs tangled together, remnants of their previously pristine white shirts dangling from their arms and shoulders.

Fujima was the first to speak. “I take it I have Sendoh to thank for this? You really should talk with him about how you feel, you know. After all, I’ll be going to college soon. Who’re you gonna vent your frustrations with once I’m gone?” He sat up a little and tried to button his shirt, only to realize that said buttons were scattered on the floor.

Koshino smirked at the older boy’s predicament. “Whatever. He’s just too dense sometimes. He insists on taking care of me as if I’m gonna break if he tries to screw me through the bed. ‘Slow, gorgeous lovemaking’ he calls it. I love him and all but sometimes I just *need* it hard and fast. You know what I mean.” He walked over to the closet and pulled out another shirt. “You don’t mind if I borrow your shirt, right?”

Fujima waved his hand vaguely. “Yeah, yeah. Just wash it or something.”

Koshino nodded before putting the shirt on. He was about to walk out the door when Fujima’s voice stopped him. “Talk to Sendoh, Kosh. I mean it.”

The brunette flashed a rare smile over his shoulder before closing the door behind him.

~Owari