his lips are red, tooru notes, and when futakuchi sticks his bottom lip out, full and enticing in a playful pout, he can see the shine of gloss smeared perfectly across them. the corner of his mouth quirks upwards when he notices tooru staring.
“what are you looking at?” he smiles, teasing and coy, those lovely lips of his curled into an infuriating smirk that makes tooru want to kiss it off him.
instead, tooru moves closer, rubbing his thumb against futakuchi’s bottom lip as they part unconsciously for him. he watches futakuchi’s soft exhale as tooru lifts his thumb up, tongue darting out to taste cherry.
“you,” tooru murmurs, his voice a low rumble. futakuchi’s smirk widens as he moves closer, pressing himself against tooru, until their bodies are slotted together, hot and perfect.
“yeah?” futakuchi breathes, and he’s so close, close enough for tooru to feel his words against his mouth, just out of reach.
“yeah,” tooru hums, his reply lost as he presses his mouth against futakuchi’s, nipping and licking at the smooth cherry gloss, smudging its perfect shape across the delicate bow of his lips before delving deeper. he loses himself in the heat of futakuchi's mouth, slipping his tongue inside, tasting cherries, sweet and addicting.
breaking away for a moment, tooru takes the chance to look at futakuchi, flushed and panting slightly, reaching out to run his fingers lightly across his open mouth, red and kiss-swollen.
"you have such a pretty mouth, kenji-kun," tooru purrs, his fingers sticky with gloss. "it would be such a waste," he continues, trailing his fingers down futakuchi's neck, leaving trails of messy, red gloss, "to feed it only kisses. don't you think?"
at this, futakuchi rolls his eyes, "i'm not sure what you mean, oikawa-san," he replies, deliberately biting down on his bottom lip. tooru chuckles, gripping his jaw with the palm of his hand, slipping two fingers firmly into futakuchi's mouth, gloss sloppy and ruined. he watches as futakuchi sucks on them lightly, his tongue flicking to reach the web of tooru's fingers, coating them with saliva, wet and messy.
running his other hand up the length of futakuchi's back, tooru grasps the back of his neck, leaning in to nip at the sensitive skin of his ear, feeling futakuchi shiver against him.
"i'm sure you do," tooru murmurs, as he pushes futakuchi down gently, removing his slick fingers from futakuchi's mouth, watching as his lips fall open for him, waiting, the perfect invitation.
this is my first time writing oifuta, also first time writing anything remotely sexual I AM SORRY BYE
FILL: TEAM SAWAMURA DAICHI/SUGAWARA KOUSHI , M
sexual content
417 words
his lips are red, tooru notes, and when futakuchi sticks his bottom lip out, full and enticing in a playful pout, he can see the shine of gloss smeared perfectly across them. the corner of his mouth quirks upwards when he notices tooru staring.
“what are you looking at?” he smiles, teasing and coy, those lovely lips of his curled into an infuriating smirk that makes tooru want to kiss it off him.
instead, tooru moves closer, rubbing his thumb against futakuchi’s bottom lip as they part unconsciously for him. he watches futakuchi’s soft exhale as tooru lifts his thumb up, tongue darting out to taste cherry.
“you,” tooru murmurs, his voice a low rumble. futakuchi’s smirk widens as he moves closer, pressing himself against tooru, until their bodies are slotted together, hot and perfect.
“yeah?” futakuchi breathes, and he’s so close, close enough for tooru to feel his words against his mouth, just out of reach.
“yeah,” tooru hums, his reply lost as he presses his mouth against futakuchi’s, nipping and licking at the smooth cherry gloss, smudging its perfect shape across the delicate bow of his lips before delving deeper. he loses himself in the heat of futakuchi's mouth, slipping his tongue inside, tasting cherries, sweet and addicting.
breaking away for a moment, tooru takes the chance to look at futakuchi, flushed and panting slightly, reaching out to run his fingers lightly across his open mouth, red and kiss-swollen.
"you have such a pretty mouth, kenji-kun," tooru purrs, his fingers sticky with gloss. "it would be such a waste," he continues, trailing his fingers down futakuchi's neck, leaving trails of messy, red gloss, "to feed it only kisses. don't you think?"
at this, futakuchi rolls his eyes, "i'm not sure what you mean, oikawa-san," he replies, deliberately biting down on his bottom lip. tooru chuckles, gripping his jaw with the palm of his hand, slipping two fingers firmly into futakuchi's mouth, gloss sloppy and ruined. he watches as futakuchi sucks on them lightly, his tongue flicking to reach the web of tooru's fingers, coating them with saliva, wet and messy.
running his other hand up the length of futakuchi's back, tooru grasps the back of his neck, leaning in to nip at the sensitive skin of his ear, feeling futakuchi shiver against him.
"i'm sure you do," tooru murmurs, as he pushes futakuchi down gently, removing his slick fingers from futakuchi's mouth, watching as his lips fall open for him, waiting, the perfect invitation.
this is my first time writing oifuta, also first time writing anything remotely sexual I AM SORRY BYE