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Round 3 - Horizontal Tsuke, "Umami", Fic (●)
Pseudonym: Horizontal Tsuke
Title: Umami
Characters/Pairings: AkiHika
Rating: NC-17
Warnings/Contains: Sex
Summary/Notes: Akira finds a way to describe umami in a way Shindou will understand
Touya is reviewing a game when Shindou pokes his head around their shared fridge and says, “What’s umami?”
Touya raises an eyebrow. “Excuse me?”
“Well, the cereal you bought me says ‘the cereal with umami’ on it. What the heck is it?” Shindou pads his way into the room to show Touya the box, stopping when he catches sight of the game. “You should have cut instead of that keima.”
Touya snorts. “And lose the initiative on the left side?”
“But you could just-“
Touya snatches the box out of Shindou’s hand with a frustrated sigh. “Umami. It’s one of the taste categories,” he says, barely glancing at the box before handing it back.
“Oh yeah, that’s real helpful,” Shindou says with a roll of his eyes. “What does it taste like?”
“Things like beef and chicken have umami tastes,” he replies, eyeing the board one last time to make sure he didn’t miss any possibilities.
“Those aren’t tastes – and even if they were, they don’t taste anything alike! Where is this magical umami?”
Touya carefully puts the stones in their respective goke. “Put the cereal box away, and when you come back, I’ll explain it in terms you can understand.”
Shindou opens his mouth to say something witty, but most conscious thought flees when he sees Touya move towards their bedroom. “O-okay,” is what he eventually says, quickly putting the box away and following after him.
Before he’s even come all the way through the door, Touya has him by the front of his shirt, pulling him the rest of the way inside and into a fierce kiss. Shindou is busy catching his breath when Touya says, “At first, umami is pleasing; a round taste in your mouth, dancing along your tongue.” Touya emphasizes this by kissing him again, rolling his tongue over Shindou’s, demonstrating his point thoroughly. “Do you understand?”
Shindou nods, leaning in for more, but Touya has other plans.
“Good. Now undress.”
Shindou’s eyes widen and out pops a startled, “What?”
“Undress,” he repeats, removing his own suit jacket and hanging it over the desk chair, which he in turn moves decidedly away from the desk itself.
Shindou sheds his clothes and sits gingerly on the bed, waiting for Touya to finish removing his own and fold them neatly so they won’t wrinkle. Shindou waits for Touya to come to the bed, but Touya just looks at him, shaking his head.
“Come here.”
Shindou takes the half dozen paces over to Touya, who brings their bodies together briefly to kiss him before spinning him around to face the mirror mounted on the desk. There’s a moment’s quiet where they both just stare at their reflection; at the way they’re pressed together, Shindou’s sun-kissed skin a sharp contrast to Touya’s pale complexion, and yet, somehow it looks as if they are natural extensions of each other, two parts of a whole coming together as one.
He sees Touya shift before he feels the warm, firm hand press against the small of his back, only easing off once Shindou can feel the bite of the desk against the tops of his thighs. When Touya leans into him, Shindou bends forward almost automatically, bringing his face inches from the glass. He presses back into Touya’s obvious erection and groans when he feels Touya’s fingers dig into his hips, holding him still. Shindou stays put when Touya moves, opening a small drawer to retrieve the lube.
Shindou can see Touya in the mirror; can see him spreading lube evenly over his fingers. Touya’s dark eyes lock onto his in the mirror. “Umami is what that gives you a sense of-” Touya’s hand disappears from view, and Shindou grips the desk tightly as one long, slender finger presses into him, “-fullness.”
“Ah,” Shindou says, though out of pleasure or understanding, even he isn’t sure.
Touya adds a second finger, and Shindou cries out, recognizing the way Touya’s middle finger naturally comes to rest on top of his index as he moves them in and out, as if he were rapidly placing stones with each thrust, recreating a game inside Shindou’s body.
“The more umami something has,” Touya says, removing his fingers to replace them with his erection, pushing into him with deliberate slowness, “the fuller you’ll become.”
Shindou rocks back into Touya with a groan, and Touya takes the opportunity to slide his sticky right hand up the taut muscles of Shindou’s back, grasping his shoulder and angling him so that each snap of his hips push Shindou up, up, up, the pull of gravity keeping them ever connected as they move.
“Look at yourself,” Touya commanded, his fingers wrapping around Shindou’s cock, holding his hand still, each movement of his hips acting as the friction Shindou desperately wants.
Shindou raises half-lidded eyes to the mirror, watching as Touya moves behind him; watching his own face awash with pleasure, watching as Touya watches him, and the intensity of it all is too much. He finds himself crying out as he spills his seed all over Touya’s hand, all over their desk, some of it splashing against the mirror. He can see the moment his convulsing muscles take Touya over the edge, his pupils contracting, and Shindou pushes back to fully engulf him as he comes.
“And that,” Touya says, panting lightly in his ear, “is the satisfaction umami brings.”
Shindou is panting, too, and though he still doesn’t really understand what umami tastes like, as he stares at them in the mirror, he decides it was a pretty damn good definition, anyway.
Besides, he could always ask him to define it again later.
Go to opponent's entry: Round 3 - Fido, "The Cage", Fic (○)
Go to vote: Fandom Triforce vs. Kawahagi Middle School - First Board Match
Title: Umami
Characters/Pairings: AkiHika
Rating: NC-17
Warnings/Contains: Sex
Summary/Notes: Akira finds a way to describe umami in a way Shindou will understand
Touya is reviewing a game when Shindou pokes his head around their shared fridge and says, “What’s umami?”
Touya raises an eyebrow. “Excuse me?”
“Well, the cereal you bought me says ‘the cereal with umami’ on it. What the heck is it?” Shindou pads his way into the room to show Touya the box, stopping when he catches sight of the game. “You should have cut instead of that keima.”
Touya snorts. “And lose the initiative on the left side?”
“But you could just-“
Touya snatches the box out of Shindou’s hand with a frustrated sigh. “Umami. It’s one of the taste categories,” he says, barely glancing at the box before handing it back.
“Oh yeah, that’s real helpful,” Shindou says with a roll of his eyes. “What does it taste like?”
“Things like beef and chicken have umami tastes,” he replies, eyeing the board one last time to make sure he didn’t miss any possibilities.
“Those aren’t tastes – and even if they were, they don’t taste anything alike! Where is this magical umami?”
Touya carefully puts the stones in their respective goke. “Put the cereal box away, and when you come back, I’ll explain it in terms you can understand.”
Shindou opens his mouth to say something witty, but most conscious thought flees when he sees Touya move towards their bedroom. “O-okay,” is what he eventually says, quickly putting the box away and following after him.
Before he’s even come all the way through the door, Touya has him by the front of his shirt, pulling him the rest of the way inside and into a fierce kiss. Shindou is busy catching his breath when Touya says, “At first, umami is pleasing; a round taste in your mouth, dancing along your tongue.” Touya emphasizes this by kissing him again, rolling his tongue over Shindou’s, demonstrating his point thoroughly. “Do you understand?”
Shindou nods, leaning in for more, but Touya has other plans.
“Good. Now undress.”
Shindou’s eyes widen and out pops a startled, “What?”
“Undress,” he repeats, removing his own suit jacket and hanging it over the desk chair, which he in turn moves decidedly away from the desk itself.
Shindou sheds his clothes and sits gingerly on the bed, waiting for Touya to finish removing his own and fold them neatly so they won’t wrinkle. Shindou waits for Touya to come to the bed, but Touya just looks at him, shaking his head.
“Come here.”
Shindou takes the half dozen paces over to Touya, who brings their bodies together briefly to kiss him before spinning him around to face the mirror mounted on the desk. There’s a moment’s quiet where they both just stare at their reflection; at the way they’re pressed together, Shindou’s sun-kissed skin a sharp contrast to Touya’s pale complexion, and yet, somehow it looks as if they are natural extensions of each other, two parts of a whole coming together as one.
He sees Touya shift before he feels the warm, firm hand press against the small of his back, only easing off once Shindou can feel the bite of the desk against the tops of his thighs. When Touya leans into him, Shindou bends forward almost automatically, bringing his face inches from the glass. He presses back into Touya’s obvious erection and groans when he feels Touya’s fingers dig into his hips, holding him still. Shindou stays put when Touya moves, opening a small drawer to retrieve the lube.
Shindou can see Touya in the mirror; can see him spreading lube evenly over his fingers. Touya’s dark eyes lock onto his in the mirror. “Umami is what that gives you a sense of-” Touya’s hand disappears from view, and Shindou grips the desk tightly as one long, slender finger presses into him, “-fullness.”
“Ah,” Shindou says, though out of pleasure or understanding, even he isn’t sure.
Touya adds a second finger, and Shindou cries out, recognizing the way Touya’s middle finger naturally comes to rest on top of his index as he moves them in and out, as if he were rapidly placing stones with each thrust, recreating a game inside Shindou’s body.
“The more umami something has,” Touya says, removing his fingers to replace them with his erection, pushing into him with deliberate slowness, “the fuller you’ll become.”
Shindou rocks back into Touya with a groan, and Touya takes the opportunity to slide his sticky right hand up the taut muscles of Shindou’s back, grasping his shoulder and angling him so that each snap of his hips push Shindou up, up, up, the pull of gravity keeping them ever connected as they move.
“Look at yourself,” Touya commanded, his fingers wrapping around Shindou’s cock, holding his hand still, each movement of his hips acting as the friction Shindou desperately wants.
Shindou raises half-lidded eyes to the mirror, watching as Touya moves behind him; watching his own face awash with pleasure, watching as Touya watches him, and the intensity of it all is too much. He finds himself crying out as he spills his seed all over Touya’s hand, all over their desk, some of it splashing against the mirror. He can see the moment his convulsing muscles take Touya over the edge, his pupils contracting, and Shindou pushes back to fully engulf him as he comes.
“And that,” Touya says, panting lightly in his ear, “is the satisfaction umami brings.”
Shindou is panting, too, and though he still doesn’t really understand what umami tastes like, as he stares at them in the mirror, he decides it was a pretty damn good definition, anyway.
Besides, he could always ask him to define it again later.
Go to opponent's entry: Round 3 - Fido, "The Cage", Fic (○)
Go to vote: Fandom Triforce vs. Kawahagi Middle School - First Board Match