I hope I did this brilliant prompt some sort of justice....
contains inferred sexual activity and ~excitement~ of a NSFW variety (but nothing graphic although if OP would fancy an explicit continuation I wouldn't be hard to convince...)
Vibrations (440 words)
Sousuke could hear it.
His phone wasn't the only thing vibrating that night.
Kisumi: I can't wait for tomorrow!
Sousuke glanced at his phone, but ignored the cheerful message. If he ignored the message, maybe he could ignore the images filling his head, too.
Kisumi: Sousuke!
Kisumi: Soo~usuuu~ke!
Kisumi: I'm so excited!
Kisumi: Aren't you excited? (・◇・?)
Asking if he was excited was a loaded question, considering the circumstances. "Excited" was a bad word all around; Sousuke wished Kisumi would stop using it. He really didn't want to think about ~excitement~ in any context. He buried his face in his pillow, but couldn't stop himself from glancing up as his phone buzzed again.
Kisumi: If I'm not up by 8, will you please knock on my door?
Shit. That one required an answer. Sousuke debated for a minute, then heaved a resigned sigh and picked up his phone. He gathered himself; tried not to let any ~excitement~ cross his mind or influence his texting as he typed the completely serious message,
Sousuke: That depends, can you stop texting me while you're masturbating?
Maybe that would get him some peace. Maybe. And besides Sousuke's own need for sleep, Kisumi would never manage to get up at eight if he didn't call it quits soon. Any and all ~excitement~ aside, it would be best for all parties involved if the strawberry-haired boy would just—
Sousuke's phone vibrated, interrupting his mental tirade.
Kisumi: Touche.
Sousuke waited, listening. He gave the other a chance, he really did. But when the sound didn't stop, he snapped and typed out angrily,
Sousuke: I CAN STILL HEAR YOUR VIBRATOR.
Kisumi: Well I have needs, you know! |(￣3￣)|
Scowling furiously, Sousuke threw his phone at his pillow and listened, with his eyes closed, to the persistent hum drifting through the thin walls. It only took him a moment to reach a decision— a decision that, if he was honest with himself, was inevitable.
Sousuke swung down from the top bunk, shaking his head to scatter any want of sleep that lingered. Rin gave a sleepy murmur as the other's feet hit the floor, lifting one corner of his pillow to peer out with hooded eyes.
"On your way to fuck the clownfish?"
"He's clearly asking for it." Sousuke was glad for the darkness, although his roommate could probably tell how ~excited~ he was even without seeing his blush or his trousers.
"Great..." Rin groaned, retreating under his pillow again. "Now I get to be kept up by that instead of this."
"Shut up. It isn't as if I'm getting any sleep, either."
FILL: TEAM MATSUOKA RIN/RYUUGAZAKI REI, M
contains inferred sexual activity and ~excitement~ of a NSFW variety (but nothing graphic
although if OP would fancy an explicit continuation I wouldn't be hard to convince...)Vibrations (440 words)
Sousuke could hear it.
His phone wasn't the only thing vibrating that night.
Kisumi: I can't wait for tomorrow!
Sousuke glanced at his phone, but ignored the cheerful message. If he ignored the message, maybe he could ignore the images filling his head, too.
Kisumi: Sousuke!
Kisumi: Soo~usuuu~ke!
Kisumi: I'm so excited!
Kisumi: Aren't you excited? (・◇・?)
Asking if he was excited was a loaded question, considering the circumstances. "Excited" was a bad word all around; Sousuke wished Kisumi would stop using it. He really didn't want to think about ~excitement~ in any context. He buried his face in his pillow, but couldn't stop himself from glancing up as his phone buzzed again.
Kisumi: If I'm not up by 8, will you please knock on my door?
Shit. That one required an answer. Sousuke debated for a minute, then heaved a resigned sigh and picked up his phone. He gathered himself; tried not to let any ~excitement~ cross his mind or influence his texting as he typed the completely serious message,
Sousuke: That depends, can you stop texting me while you're masturbating?
Maybe that would get him some peace. Maybe. And besides Sousuke's own need for sleep, Kisumi would never manage to get up at eight if he didn't call it quits soon. Any and all ~excitement~ aside, it would be best for all parties involved if the strawberry-haired boy would just—
Sousuke's phone vibrated, interrupting his mental tirade.
Kisumi: Touche.
Sousuke waited, listening. He gave the other a chance, he really did. But when the sound didn't stop, he snapped and typed out angrily,
Sousuke: I CAN STILL HEAR YOUR VIBRATOR.
Kisumi: Well I have needs, you know! |(￣3￣)|
Scowling furiously, Sousuke threw his phone at his pillow and listened, with his eyes closed, to the persistent hum drifting through the thin walls. It only took him a moment to reach a decision— a decision that, if he was honest with himself, was inevitable.
Sousuke swung down from the top bunk, shaking his head to scatter any want of sleep that lingered. Rin gave a sleepy murmur as the other's feet hit the floor, lifting one corner of his pillow to peer out with hooded eyes.
"On your way to fuck the clownfish?"
"He's clearly asking for it." Sousuke was glad for the darkness, although his roommate could probably tell how ~excited~ he was even without seeing his blush or his trousers.
"Great..." Rin groaned, retreating under his pillow again. "Now I get to be kept up by that instead of this."
"Shut up. It isn't as if I'm getting any sleep, either."