I want the K
Send me ‘I want the K’ and I’ll generate a number
21 then there’s tongue { imperialsetter
.one and a half bottles of vodka later, tooru had his hands running all over hajime’s body, his fingertips border lining the hem of hajime’s shirt. it was at hajime’s dorm room that they were settled on the couch, tooru straddling the dark haired boy and using his lips and hands and touches as weapons ought to destroy what was left of hajime but he was a willing victim. tooru breathed through his nose, his lips landing on hajime’s chapped ones, but he didn’t mind, he never minded because all he looked for was a warmth he wanted to pay attention to instead of the cold that was practically a body part of his. tongue was on tongue in a short while as oikawa pushed himself in, lips not even touching. and there was a trail of sin, dripping down oikawa’s chin as he lingered the kiss, his hands on hajime’s shoulder but traveling down, down, even lower and giving hajime a jolt of pleasure.