[M] I Used To Live Out On The [M]oon
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If Strel were in Daisuke's position and had done that same jerking gesture, he would have ended up slamming the other guy's face straight into his own, and killing the mood faster than a heart ripped out of a chest. It was weird, kissing a guy who had piercings like that, but they did not really interfere so the redhead did not bother complaining about them. Besides, what would have Daisuke done about it beside tell him to get over it. Not like he would rip them out, not for something as trivial as this. Trivial? That was kind of a very sad revelation. Once upon a time, Strel would have lamented being willing to do someone he was not serious about ever being with. Look where he was, about to do someone he cared about but not in that kind of way. Pathetic.


Pulling back out of the lip-lock, the redhead sat up with his hands planted firmly on Daisuke's chest. His lavender eyes peered at the blond as though he were looking down on him, but he was only smirking down at him. It was not meant to seem contemptuous of him. What an interesting view from there it was, on top of the other male. Strel wondered what to do with this blond bundle that had basically fallen on his lap with the gift of sweet alcohol. He reached over, grabbing at the bottle he had left on the bed. It was sealed, as he had closed it up just before getting on top of Daisuke. He opened the cap with his teeth and spat it away as though it were poison. After a quick swig of the drink, Strel tossed that away as well, ignoring the guilt that popped up when he heard the bottle clank to the floor after rolling off the mattress and cloth. At least it had not shattered. Well, hopefully.


Was this weird for him? Oh yes. But it was a bit too late for him to suddenly say 'wait, no, stop'. Strel leaned over, firmly planting his lips on Daisuke, then biting the blond's lips lightly as a nibble. Hips began to half grind against the blond's lower stomach, trying to get a reaction from the other. "Idea? Do tell," he forced out, growling lightly.


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