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Title : SOCKS
Rating : NC-17, for bitchy Hikaru (and the socks)
Pairing : Hikaru/Akira
Date (finished) written : Friday, November 24, 2006
Note : I don’t own Hikaru no Go, just wanna put my inspiration on the *right* place
Summary : Hikaru didn't get why those pair of socks crossing his mind during the game
Hikaru didn’t get why those pair of socks crossing his mind during the game. Maybe it was because the weather, or just his stupid fantasy. The lower Dan he faced now was a young promising one, but still Hikaru could easily saw his own victory. And worshipping glances the younger gave to him once in every minutes didn’t make this any easier. Maybe it was because the diamond pattern on his shirt, remembering Hikaru to those pair of socks on Akira’s drawer.
He then realized that he needed to go home fast. He was 25 now, and (maybe) definitely passed the hormones-talking land. Where he just couldn’t wait even a minute to pull Akira’s sweter up and so suggested not to wear type of difficult-to-open variation of clothes. Not when the MOOD striked him so bad. Like this time.
He went home very fast after the match. Almost wished Akira waiting him naked, or topless, or anything to make easier way than to impede him. When he came in to house, Akira was smiling at him with the same he always give every day for this past thirteen years they’re together. Hikaru’s chest almost burst just by this.
“How’s the game?” asked Akira.
“Good, good,” Hikaru threw his leather bag to the sofa, and started to pull Akira closer.
“Except few things coming below my understatement,” he hissed.
“For example…?” Akira asked purposefully.
“This.” Hikaru swayed his hips forward, close enough to make Akira felt his hardened member bulging from his trousser.
“Wow. I don’t know you played our sacred go game with such dirty mind.”
“Hikaru busied himself groping Akira’s neck. Left trails of mark there. Let whimpers escaped from Akira’s lips.
“Oh, you don’t have any idea.”
Akira wanted to open Hikaru’s belt but his hand had captured and rested weakly on Hikaru’s strong grip. He’s just on way to protest. He was completely naked now (thanks to those brilliant hands) on their livingroom instead of other rooms in that house.
“Hikaru… your…,”
His words muffled by Hikaru’s serial kisses. His hands tried to reach Hikaru’s shirt, opened the buttons, anything, but those aggressive kisses blurred everythings out. Slick tongue inside his mouth, hands groping everywhere, Akira couldn’t think of anything else than to let Hikaru just fucked him blind. Here. Now. And nor he was caring what he looked like right now. A slut, with the hopefull erection laid flat and hard crushed Hikaru’s stomach.
“Now… please now…,”
Instead answering, Hikaru dragged Akira to their bedroom. Akira sat with confused mind. His eyes were blurr and his legs spread, showing the very ultimate willing of his.
“Hikaru…? I thought you want to do it there…?”
“Wait. I have something for you,”
Hikaru opened his bag and ripped the plastic with such an obvious hurry. He should, Akira thought, felt his almost hurt erection with miserably look.
“I bought it on the way home. Here, I want to see you wear it on.”
Akira looked confused.
“What’s… SOCKS? Of all thing? What’s on your mind Hikaru? I’m… I’m ready for… for… chain, or, or, stupid rabbit tail… But this is… socks?”
“Rabbit tail?” Hikaru grinned thougtfully. “I’ll think about that later. Now I want you to wear it. Please… I just can’t stop think about it even for a minute.”
Akira hestitated for a second, but then he was doing excatly like what Hikaru wanted. He put the socks on, and waited the magic bell ringing or something more dramatic happened. He look unsure about those socks would make big difference. Actually, the “dramatic” thing really happened. Right there, on the spot that felt really not comfortable of Hikaru.
His coherent tought was gone hundred miles away, especially when Akira’s so naked. Almost very naked with those diamond pattern socks on his feets. It hanged on the bed awkwardly, toes dangled one another. It shotted something right down there, at his groin.
“I don’t think it’s a good idea, Hikaru. Maybe I should just…,”
“Don’t,” Hikaru’s palm pressed Akira’s pale chest. “I just want to fuck you with that socks on your feet. It’s like when you were 16… 15… 13… whatever.” He pushed his knee, set Akira’s thigh apart. He settled his erection right on Akira’s.
“Well, you’re gonna have sex… molest a child then,” teased Akira.
“Can I molest you?”
“Oh, like you’ll let me say no,”
“It’s an OK then. Now honey, can you just let me work you out?”
Hikaru continued his kiss, hands groping everywhere. Akira decided not to do anything, beside moaning and hanging.
Hikaru reached Akira’s legs and pushed it up slowly near his chest. His lover face’re all hot and red and flushed. Hikaru watched the socks and found himself turned on all more. Touya Akira and socks. Hikaru knew, he just couldn’t see socks without this Touya-near-the-edge face appeared anymore.
Akira rested his legs on both strong shoulder of Hikaru. One feet trailed down from Hikaru’s hair to his earlobe. Another crumpled teasingly at Hikaru’s naked chest. The fabric fricted against skin, Akira could feel his lover’s sweat. Then those idle socks trailed lower, lower, circled and twisted on the ached member, pulled it closer, closer to its home. Hikaru took the hint quickly, and prepared Akira a little bit, before shoved his erection hard. He waited for this all day long.
Then it came time they changed the angle. While Hikaru continued the shorter and erratic jabs, the socks on Akira’s foot flopped against air restlessly.
When the hot and sweaty occasion had done, both remained silence. Akira laid flat on his stomach, with his legs dangled up.
“So,” said Hikaru while watching Akira’s ass. “Where do you think we can get the rabbit tail?”
Author’s note: I think it’s completely insane. I mean… socks? Of all things? BTW, Im sorry if u find so many wrong typos nor tenses. (Me and my OXFORD fault)
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[Anime Hikaru No Go] SOCKS, PWP, Yaoi, Hikaru/Akira, Unbetaed
