shineoncrazydiamond | where oowada loses all ability to can.

where oowada loses all ability to can.

[oowada isn't sure what he was expecting exactly.

bro's not home, shouldn't be home for the next few hours. they had come in together, had something to eat, ishimaru had been talking about some... thing with equations or formulas or some kind of science shit he was currently studying and whatever, he passed his test, so oowada just blanked out on the rest. he does that a lot whenever ishimaru talks about school or cram and especially when he starts in on the mondo don't you want to better society and become an upstanding citizen who separates their trash on time and what the fuck, kiyotaka but whatever.

he's used to it. in fact, he'd be lying if he said he didn't like it sometimes. he's got his own man's path to follow and if ishimaru has stricter rules, that's his business. oowada has enough to deal with his gang and keeping his bike fixed up.

normally they'd go for a ride together, it had become a thing to do when they were alone and oowada wanted to share the wind whipping through their hair and the world zooming by them.

today though. they're in his room. they're sitting on his bed.

and then ishimaru pulls the book out of his bag and oowada is left sitting shirtless and cold.]

...the hell are you doing?

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[and with that, a mouth is going to crush against ishimaru's. it's not rough but it is firm, a hint at the frustration that's lurking inside him.

but they both know oowada will give him room to breath and ishimaru will start talking again and he'll stop everything he's doing when he does.]

[If Ishimaru can allow himself a moment of blatant, unfiltered honesty, he'd like to use it to admit he loves it when Oowada is forceful. Not because he enjoys being submissive - no, it's far from that.

Ishimaru likes it because that means it's okay if he fights back a little.

He leans into the kiss with just a little more force than necessary and wraps his arms around Oowada's neck as though to pull him closer.]

[when he feels that bit of force oowada has caught on and a green light has flashed in his head as if to say it's go time and something he loves?

their difference in size, in height, that when he wraps his arms around ishimaru's waist he feels solid weight and muscle and he makes him work for it. but he picks him off his feet, anchors him so he's leaning up against his bare chest without breaking the kiss.]

[As much as he'd like to just mack on Oowada forever, Ishimaru does have to breathe sometime. He breaks the kiss a little forcefully too, pulling away suddenly, and stares, red-faced, into Oowada's eyes.

This is good, he thinks, but...he's also got an idea that might make it even better.

He likes Oowada best when he's treading the line between plain frustration and anger, and this isn't really what's happening here. The trick, then, goes something like this:

Make him think he's won, and then pull the rug out from under him.

It's something he's done to other people before on the disciplinary committee, but obviously not in this context. The tactic, however, is roughly the same. Go along with it until the right moment presents itself.

Not wanting this pause to get any more conspicuous than it already might be, Ishimaru leans up to kiss Oowada again.]

[he murmurs a finally between their lips before hitching him up higher, stepping back to his bed and sitting on the edge, pulling the other boy back into his lap. hands slipping underneath ishimaru's jacket and shirt underneath, he feels the bare skin of his back before leaning back and growling softly.]

I hate this uniform.

[it only exists to taunt him.

and oowada has no idea the plan being waged against him. he's still relatively cool headed.]

[Ishimaru moves to straddle Oowada's hips, but shoots him a vaguely insulted look.]

If you're disrespecting this uniform then you're disrespecting the school, and by proxy, the students.

[Under normal circumstances this would turn into an argument, but Ishimaru lets this one slide.]

That's stupid, I wasn't talking about you!!

[WHY ARE YOU SO DIFFICULT

MORE IMPORTANTLY

WHY IS HE THE ONLY ONE WHO IS SHIRTLESS.]

It's these damn buttons.

[but he's undoing them himself anyway.]

You know, there are so many buttons because...

[wait now is not the time]

...I'll tell you later. But there's a very important reason!

[oowada is just going to roll his eyes heavily and grunt, like the caveman he is. however he finally undoes all the buttons, pushing the jacket off his shoulders.]

Come on.

[Ishimaru shrugs his jacket off, and that's when a somewhat panicked expression appears. He just sort of stops, not sure what to do with it. HE CAN'T JUST PUT IT ON THE FLOOR...he can afford to be a little more careless with the shirt he's wearing underneath the jacket, but...

Well, it can't be helped, he supposes.

He still folds it meticulously before setting it on the floor, though. Luckily for Oowada he's very good at folding clothing, so it's over pretty quickly, and Ishimaru's shirt is unceremoniously dropped on top of it after he takes that off too.]

[oowada just looks exasperated ~~and not fond at all, fuck that noisy shit~~ but waits. he's learned it goes faster when he just lets ishimaru do whatever anal retentive he needs to do. otherwise they just argue and no one is happy.

but oh, bare skin, bare skin, he has been waiting for you and a big dumb grin shoots across his face before he runs his hands down his sides, mouth finding the hollow of his exposed throat, sucking at the skin there with an indecent groan.

fuck yes.]

[Ishimaru has never been very good at being quiet, and today proves to be no exception. A breathy moan escapes him, and he slides one of his hands up Oowada's back, resting it on his neck.

This is almost definitely going to leave a mark, he thinks, but he can't actually bring himself to care.]

[anything that can be hidden by his clothes is fair game for oowada and he's enthusiastically sucking every patch of his neck that can be hidden by his collar.

his hands are resting on his hips, squeezing, wanting to slip down and feel up his thighs.

for someone not being touched, he's making an awful lot of noise.]

B-Be careful.

[It's all he can manage to say, and it's really a warning he knows Oowada doesn't need...and let's be realistic here, the collar is pretty high.

The hand on Oowada's neck tugs gently at his hair, and he runs the other hand down his chest. Ishimaru is consistently amazed by Oowada's body, not even necessarily in a sexual sense. Strength and power seem to emanate from him, and it's only made more obvious how strong he really is when Ishimaru can feel his muscles.

His hand stops just as it reaches Oowada's abdomen, almost teasingly - and instead of dragging it any lower he slowly grinds against the other boy's hips; his breath hitches, and his airy noises from before take on a solid, guttural tone.]

[he laughs against his neck, breath a hot huff. he likes when ishimaru feels him up, drags his hands all over his muscles, the parts of his body he built to be strong and make it so he could handle anything.

he's shivering underneath that teasing touch until he feels that grind, pleasure shooting right down his spine and his hips roll. he buries his face into his shoulder, muffling the too loud groan, and then his teeth are sinking into his skin.]

Fuck.

Ow!

[Did he just...did Oowada just bite him? Ishimaru pulls his hair again in retaliation, this time enough to hurt.]

I just told you to -

[He never manages to finish this reprimand, because he cuts himself off with a rather loud groan of his own.]

Ow!

[WHY ARE YOU PULLING HAIR.]

No one's gonna see your shoulder!

[and he goes sink his teeth back in, not breaking the skin but definitely leaving a mark. but before he can start in again, a hand settles at the small of ishimaru's back, pressing his hips forward the same time oowada rocks up.

oh shit.]

[Any retort Ishimaru has in mind vanishes, as do any other thoughts, and the noise he makes this time is more akin to a shout than anything else.

He is not the kind of person to swear - at least not out loud - but the first word he latches onto after he begins to regain his bearings is damn.

His breathing is ragged and his face is tinged a deep red, and when he is finally capable of coherent thought again his first thought is that even though his plan to rile up Oowada is hilarious, it's going to be equally frustrating for the both of them.]

[oowada has to blink a couple times, because whoa, that friction was killer in the best ways and he's more than turned on now, body running hot and already beginning to sweat.

he settles his hands back on ishimaru's waist, drops down to his back, bringing him down with him and grunts happily at the weight bearing down his chest.

yes. good.]

Damn, Kiyotaka. What I wanna do to you...

[Ishimaru spends a few moments just breathing, and he almost considers just letting Oowada do what he wants.

But he wouldn't really be satisfied with that, and he's pretty sure Oowada wouldn't appreciate it being so easy either, no matter what he's thinking right now.]

...Ah...wait a second...

[He's a little weak in the knees, but he gets himself upright and after giving the room a cursory glance, he finds the guide he was reading earlier and flips to a random page.

Now, all he has to do is wait.

...Though it would probably be a good idea to prepare himself for a punch or two.]

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what the hell where are you goin-]

[WHAT THE HELL.]

[NO

SERIOUSLY

WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS???

HE IS SITTING HERE HARD AS HELL, FACE RED, BREATHING IRREGULAR, HE IS READY AND HAVING HAD ISHIMARU IN HIS LAP HE KNOWS HE WAS READY TOO.]

[okay. okay.

you wanna play rough.

fine.

this is oowada. getting on his feet, staring hotly at ishimaru's back before he bends over him, using his height, nostrils flaring and face red.

and that book in your hands? gone. ripped out of your hands and thrown somewhere off in his room.]

I'm gonna rip that fucking thing to pieces, tear it apart by running it over with my bike, until the fucking tree it came from cries.

But first?

[ishimaru is now being lifted off his feet, thrown over oowada's shoulder, and after oowada turns, thrown onto his bed.]

[this is oowada, clambering heavily over you, pinning you down with his weight before shifting and grabbing your legs so they're framing his waist. with a hard roll of his hips that makes his own breath hitch, he leans down until their mouths are touching, growling:]

I'm gonna fuck the shit out of you, you bitch.

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i don't even have any hideously stupid icons to use for laughs

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