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rightfield) wrote2013-07-13 12:46 am
rightfield) wrote2013-07-13 12:46 am
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Ah, home alone, fresh out of the shower... no real need to get dressed or even really towel off his hair. Not that he was really big into styling it, but apparently appearances were important, as his sister insisted on reminding him. His current experience with women and the stage had suggested that 'bed-head was sexy,' so it had turned into more of a question of if she were giving him advice or trying to keep the ladies off of his dick. Probably the latter.
He ran his fingers up through his hair, knotting it and stretching his shoulders, listening for each of his shoulders to loudly pop, flopping back onto the arm of the couch with a loud exhale. He draped his hands over his stomach, listening to the quiet in the apartment. It sure would be a good time for a nap... or he could touch himself.
His hand glided up, the body's ability to be able to touch itself even in the dark kicking in as he lifted up a hand and with a single finger, pressed his nipple like a button. Why? Because its funny. Nobody was home. Nobody was there to tell him no-- and later, he would sit, watching TV with Aoi, or Clover, or whoever would happen to arrive-- and laugh like a 12 year old boy. Because he had poked his nipple while nobody was home. He laid on the couch, towel draped over his legs, pressing his nipples and feeling the skin tighten, waiting for it to loosen again, and repeating the process.
Well that lasted all of 15 minutes, until he'd heard a key turning in the lock. Since it was a key, he had no real urge to cover himself, but in the name of civility he did make an effort to try to kick his towel over his junk. The angry clomp of boots suggested it was Aoi.
"Why the hell are you just laying on the couch? Didnt even bother to make the effort to get dressed?"
"What for? Only you and Clover have keys to my apartment and you've both seen me topless. I covered my penis at least."
"Not even underwear? Christ, Light-- what are you doing?"
"Poking my nipples." He could hear the skeptical glare. "It's fun."
"Uh... huh..."
"Here, they're soft again-- blow on them. Tell me how fast they tighten up, I can't see."
"I'm not fucking blowing on your nipples."
"Lick them then."
There was a very loud silence.
"Is that a no? Can I lick yours?"
He ran his fingers up through his hair, knotting it and stretching his shoulders, listening for each of his shoulders to loudly pop, flopping back onto the arm of the couch with a loud exhale. He draped his hands over his stomach, listening to the quiet in the apartment. It sure would be a good time for a nap... or he could touch himself.
His hand glided up, the body's ability to be able to touch itself even in the dark kicking in as he lifted up a hand and with a single finger, pressed his nipple like a button. Why? Because its funny. Nobody was home. Nobody was there to tell him no-- and later, he would sit, watching TV with Aoi, or Clover, or whoever would happen to arrive-- and laugh like a 12 year old boy. Because he had poked his nipple while nobody was home. He laid on the couch, towel draped over his legs, pressing his nipples and feeling the skin tighten, waiting for it to loosen again, and repeating the process.
Well that lasted all of 15 minutes, until he'd heard a key turning in the lock. Since it was a key, he had no real urge to cover himself, but in the name of civility he did make an effort to try to kick his towel over his junk. The angry clomp of boots suggested it was Aoi.
"Why the hell are you just laying on the couch? Didnt even bother to make the effort to get dressed?"
"What for? Only you and Clover have keys to my apartment and you've both seen me topless. I covered my penis at least."
"Not even underwear? Christ, Light-- what are you doing?"
"Poking my nipples." He could hear the skeptical glare. "It's fun."
"Uh... huh..."
"Here, they're soft again-- blow on them. Tell me how fast they tighten up, I can't see."
"I'm not fucking blowing on your nipples."
"Lick them then."
There was a very loud silence.
"Is that a no? Can I lick yours?"