Title: Innocent Valentine
Pairings: KoyaPi, Nishikato, Tegomass
Genre: fluffly, yaoi , shonen-ai.
Ranting: 18.
Disclaimer: they do not belong to me, unfortunately. But the story yes, okay?
N / A: Happy Valentine Day to all. \u0026lt;3
Innocent Valentine
There are several kinds of love. All are equally important but quite different. One of these is very popular, well known. This is romantic love. To illustrate well, we can follow a couple who would be the perfect example for this.
-Yamapi?
-What was Keller-chan? - To hear the voice of her beloved slightly anxious, Yamapi is approaching the same running, hugging her waist from behind and kissing her hair. - Has something happened?
-Happen ... Has not happened yet, but I'm having a problem. I can not do this scene right. Help me? - Smiling when you hear the tone in which her lover asks her to please, Yamapi just read the script of the next piece of theater that will stage Koyama next week over the shoulder of the same, and apo ; s carefully analyze every line, light bites to the neck and whispers that he loves so calm.
-Show me what you know. I'll help with whatever they need. - Smiling, Keller-chan agrees and then staging the scene that is struggling.
is true that the look out for their every move the leaves under some pressure even more for being the person look that is most important in life. The look is no longer that sweet that is always watching him, no, it is critical now, seriously. And that somehow makes you happy to know that your precious love understands how seriously want this piece is perfect, helping you improve the most.
embodied in his character as he could. It was a difficult character who was caught this time. With his amiable personality today, Keiichiro not understand the attitudes that should be taken as a dangerous man, cruel and sadistic. Yamapi knew it would help, because more than anyone, understood the Yamapi all your characters in detail, and always improved as to be unforgettable in his novels. When she felt an arm around her waist, Keiichiro takes a fright, but soon relaxed to see what were the arms of her lover. He was so focused that even had realized when he had approached.
I do not know why it asks for my help if you can play as well. - Yamapi kisses him lightly on the neck, but soon his hands are around each of the hands of Koyama, manipulating the. - But if you insist on my help, I think I found what is the point you want to improve. Let's try to do so.
The whisper that Yamapi loose wraps, as if hypnotized, transforming his personality. Soon he forgot who he was and that becomes another beginning to create. I no longer saw them backstage, NEWS, which was now only via the road, the scenery, the ambience of your character, the environment in which he lived now. Suddenly everything falls apart, and as a shock, Koyama is unbalanced, being handled by Yamashita smiling satisfied.
-Congratulations. It achieved its perfection. - For celebration, the two sealing lips on each other.
But not all days are quiet like that. As usual, the two are barely visible, and if they do, they can not show their feelings openly affectionate as they were doing. Had to stay each in his own corner, smiling, exchanging glances, but never playing for more than a few mere seconds. Often their love came to an limit that could not handle. At night, when the two finished their work, ran to the house of one another and were so, the desperation in their mouths together, feeling the body of one another, admiring himself with that expression of luxurious and very ; laughed, their faces stained, while breathing mismatch rallied ... In the rush, in calmness, but always concerned about the well-being, the pleasure of each other.
The next morning was another joy. The soft kisses to wake your partner, the warmth of his hand walking through the other's face, the breakfast each morning shared, where the flowers were sent with the same words: "I love you" never contained signature but neither was necessary. Only with an eye already knew who had ordered and had been grateful.
There is also another kind of love that may be peculiar. Love proud. Difficult to handle, but to prove addictive. Always in turmoil, when popped, the complete opposite of the calm of romantic love. And who better than this couple to represent you?
-Shige.
-Hum.
-Shige.
Ryo-Who was? I'm busy finishing the material for Myojo, can not wait?
-And why should I expect? Let this crap magazine waiting. - To hear this answer, the guy with the laptop on your lap uncomfortable arching an eyebrow, but diverts attention from the screen.
-And why so great Sexy Osaka Man can not wait just FIVE minutes?
-Just because I'm the Sexy Osaka Man Now place this notebook drug in the drug table and could begin to pay attention to me? - Feeling the nerve to jump on the forehead, Shige deep breath before answering.
-I will not put the drug notebook aside when I'm almost finished and the period is ending only because you want Nishikido. - Feeling great anger, Ryo does not waste time trying to calm himself. Patience has never been his forte, he admitted it.
-Ah, but it will do. If not going for good, for evil will.
What? What the hell ... - But sentence was never completed. The notebook rests at the head forced the bedside, while Ryo Shige safe pulses against the bed, keeping it flat while the Osakan sits on top of your hips, preventing him from moving. His tongue force passage, which after a short time is released by the boy stuck beneath him. The force that held her wrists with the other, gradually losing strength will not be necessary. Soon his hands wander, rip the clothes in a hurry and many of the tissues break with the violence with which it is made. Care is not necessary. Both feel both groan, they both deliver. The pleasure is his undoing. At that moment, nothing else matters.
Proud as they are, neither of which admit only call the attention of the other not. The only time that such barriers are dispersed is after marriage, where the energy is exhausted and lying next to each other, the caresses that exchange now are calm, relaxed, affectionate. A murmur of 'I love you' softly, almost inaudible, but which is sufficiently high for both. Smiling accomplices, they sleep together, a notebook dropped, forgotten.
The next morning, the same agitation for a different reason. The discussion of who is to blame for term Delivery is exhausted and the accumulated stress is present, by the time they run is hit again with lust and passion they feel for each other.
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