I want the K! (*˘︶˘*).｡.:*♡
Let Yuuto give you kisses | accepting┗ Number Generated: 13 - Stomach Kiss
IT’S HOT, NEAR PAINFULLY SO, the problem only furthered by the fact that the Kurosaki’s air conditioner is currently broken —– Shun is working on fixing it, the house silent aside from the distant rattling of tools and soft swearing —– leaving them all sweating and irritable. They’ve stripped off what they can, Ruri sprawled across the sofa on her back in shorts and a sports bra, an ice pack on her forehead while Yuuto lays on top of her, partially, body situated between her legs with the side of his head pressed against her stomach in naught but boxer shorts; shun keeps checking on them from time to time, Yuuto unsure if it’s to make sure they haven’t totally melted or if it’s because he worries what two teenagers in their underwear might be up to, but it doesn’t matter either way —– they’ve been in this exact position for three hours; if anything was going to happen, it would have by now.
❛ Yuuto. ❜ He hears Ruri call him, tired and quiet and he offers a lame ‘ mmn? ‘ in response, cracking his eyes open slightly as head shifts to stare in the direction the sound came from. He can’t see her face from the angles they’re both at, but it’s fine; he doesn’t think he needs do for whatever it is she needs him for. ❛ My ice pack melted. ❜ It’s a whine and he huffs a laugh out against her stomach, rolling himself so he’s sitting up a little more, arms on either side of Ruri’s torso and body pushed up to stare at her. ❛ What do you want me to do about it? ❜ ❛ Get me a new one. ❜ Another laugh and he puts his chin back down against her stomach, ❛ Ask Shun to do it. He’s already up. ❜ ❛ He’s busy! And he got it the last two times! It’s your turn! ❜ ❛ Or your own turn, Ruri. ❜ She whines at him again, an incoherent string of sounds; he responds by tilting his head down to press a kiss to her belly button.
❛ Hey! That tickles! ❜ He hears her protest and really that’s the opposite of a deterrent, an incentive really to continue what he was doing; she’s just signed herself up for this torture. He smiles, mischief in the quirk of his lips as he begins peppering little kisses along her stomach, laughing and pushing against her leg when she tries to kick him off, and it’s when she attempts to push against his head that he changes his tactics —– raspberries now, blown against her skin as his hands move to tickle her sides and the previous quiet that had taken hold of her home is now replaced with squeaks and squeals of laughter and loud, giggly demands for him to stop.
—– WHICH HE DOES, SUDDENLY, upon feeling Shun’s hand smack him in the back of his head rather roughly and he lets out a disgruntled huff at the same time as Ruri’s delighted ‘ Shun! ‘ and the motion of thrusting a bag of melted ice at her brother, giggles still falling from her lips.
❛ Air conditioning is fixed. ❜ Shun offers calmly as he takes what Ruri hands to him without complaint, eyebrows raised slightly at Yuuto who merely scrunches his nose at him, sitting up and allowing Ruri to scoot back into a seated position, legs crossing —– though not before she makes sure to jab Yuuto in the side with her toes. ❛ Hey! ❜ He protests, attempting to move back as Ruri merely inches forward to jab him again and apparently it’s his turn to suffer, which he deems unfair ( it’s perfectly fair ), leaping from the couch and bolting around the other side of the coffee table. She follows suit, and it takes all of five seconds before they’re both chasing each other around the house, jabbing each other in the sides whenever they get close enough before bolting away again, laughing hysterically as the house cools down around them.
❛ Don’t break anything. ❜ They hear Shun call after them, shortly before Ruri skids into a lamp. Crash, shatter, silence. ❛ …We wont! ❜
