Crazy Fuck
„You know…“, Uruha trailed off. Successfully interrupting the conversation they just have had before.
The honeyblonde slowly turned his head, making himself more comfortable on Aois lap, on which he had been lazing for the most of the evening.
A blow of smoke took Aoi back into reality. Coughing he waved it away from his face, as even though he was a heavy smoker himself, it caught him by surprise.
“This is my last!” continued Uruha the started conversation from before. Aois eyebrow rose questionably, while Uruha blew another lungful bluish smoke into his face.
“I mean it!” the honey blonde repeated and almost seemed to rise on Aois lap, but then decided differ and just slightly changed his posture.
A low chuckle escaped Aois lips and he just shook his head. Taking Uruhas ciggy from between his lips and taking a lungful himself. The liquor has already been drunk way too much and he was almost sure, Uruha would forget this promise the very next morning, but Aoi didn’t even had to wait that long, as the honeyblonde was already pulling a second grit out of his pocket and lighting it up, while still lying on Aois lap.
Aoi blew smoke circles, while his gaze wandered in the room. Rukis living room, to be accurate, as they were now at another futile party of his.
“You know…” Aoi started, using Uruhas words from before. Not knowing if it was the heavy liquor he had sipped the whole night long, which now twisted his own thoughts, nor did he mind it too much.
“You are the craziest fuck I’ve ever had…” Aoi chuckled watching his cycles disappear into the air, so that now it was Uruha’s brow which rose in question.
This fine brow, which always seemed to be in shape….
“You’re welcome..” the honeyblonde giggled but his eyes seemed to pierce, even in this drunken state of his, right through Aoi.
“No…no, you don’t understand!”, Aoi chuckled and causing Uruha’s brow to rise even higher.
“I don’t?”
“You don’t!” Aoi nodded.
“You’re bitchy, sassy, chaotic and quite a handful at times…”, Aoi started explaining, but again got interrupted by the honeyblonde.
“You know…if you plan on fucking me tonight, you better stop talking..~”, Uruha threatened Aoi with a raised finger, but only giggled and shook his head, causing Aoi to laugh more.
“No…what I mean is..I don’t mind it!”
“Very generous of you…”, Uruha nodded with the straightest face and just a small tint of his chin, a smirk on his lips, which alone could drive Aoi mad with lust at times.
Something only the honeyblonde vixen could do. A single look and he could have Aoi boiling underneath his cloth. A whispered word and Aoi would be all too willing to fuck him senseless, if he only let him. But Uruha didn’t. At least, every now and then he preferred to play the hard to get. He loved to keep the passion high and the mood heated in excitement. They both did. From the very beginning, as it all has started off as a drunken idea to accommodate to their needs.
