there’s nothing that irritates takiishi more than being interrupted. what’s worse? interference with his and umemiya’s quality time together.
it’s a pain how popular the guy is. incessant notifications and pesky disturbances—takiishi can only do so much as lean in before another one of umemiya’s lackeys beckon him over. a real damn nuisance it all is.
he’d let it slide the first few times, allow umemiya to make it up to him through worthwhile kisses and other carnal needs.
unfortunately for umemiya, takiishi’s patience is but a fragile thing—a thread on the brink of snapping.
which leads them here, takiishi bestride umemiya’s lap, hungrily teething along the curve of his neck. pries off with a pop, body following his gaze as he trails his way back up the apex. shifts in his lap, cocking his head to meet him in the middle. closer, closer, clo—
bzzzt.. bzzt…
…
“ah— is that mine? one sec takiishi, gotta take this!”
and just like that, umemiya withdraws before takiishi can even taste, hand steady on his hip whilst the other rummaged through his pocket.
then and there does the frail thread finally part. all at once, takiishi needs, wants, craves, set off by a self-serving desire for thrill. in one deft motion, he wraps his hand around umemiya’s wrist, drawing forward and clamping down on his lower lip.
“takiish—“
umemiya falters, instinct gliding his once settled hand up takiishi’s waist.
“it’ll only take a second. could be—important.”
grunts out the last of his words, virtually melting into his touch. bit by bit, his will power begins to crumble, set alight by a mutual hunger.
the buzzing doesn’t cease, rings through takiishi’s ears as he presses closer. splits his lip, deepens the kiss with all the pent up irritation and need rushing through his system. further, further, further—until it draws to a close.
alas, umemiya remains a sucker to takiishi’s desperation, folding as he drops his pocketed hand. the high is as mutual as it is selfish.
