FindingSoubi
Super-Earth
- Joined
- Jul 14, 2011
RE: Rock Hard Ballerina (AlexsSketches, FindingSoubi)
Yuji shivered slightly from pleasure when Akira slightly cool fingers touched him. The shiver turned to a shudder when the finger trailed his arm. It was true he did like quality, but not for the reasons Akira likely thought. He liked quality to make up for the times he hadn't been given even average. One foster home after the next, always knowing he wasn't a part of someone else's life, and take abuse for it in some cases. Alone he had wanted to at least be relevant to himself if no one else. The one time he had reached out had been for Akira, and that had ended poorly as well.
"Mmm. . . yes quality over quantity--unless of course it's sex. Then by all means quantity every time." Yuji didn't even recognize the person saying these words. Sure he had been rather trampy in an effort to forget Akira, but it usually resulted in scalding hot water and a scrubbed red skin, not a prideful swagger. He was about to say bed, then a curtain lightly swaying caught his attention. Like most French hotels this one had a garden built within its center court yard. All the balconies faced into it. But Akira's was high up enough to even get the French skyline. The small breakfast table on it was just big enough for the seated hips of the dancer in front of him. It was dirty........... it was beautiful......... it was perfect.
"No bed. . .this time. Out there." Yuji gestured with a nod of his head. "The Balcony."
Yuji shivered slightly from pleasure when Akira slightly cool fingers touched him. The shiver turned to a shudder when the finger trailed his arm. It was true he did like quality, but not for the reasons Akira likely thought. He liked quality to make up for the times he hadn't been given even average. One foster home after the next, always knowing he wasn't a part of someone else's life, and take abuse for it in some cases. Alone he had wanted to at least be relevant to himself if no one else. The one time he had reached out had been for Akira, and that had ended poorly as well.
"Mmm. . . yes quality over quantity--unless of course it's sex. Then by all means quantity every time." Yuji didn't even recognize the person saying these words. Sure he had been rather trampy in an effort to forget Akira, but it usually resulted in scalding hot water and a scrubbed red skin, not a prideful swagger. He was about to say bed, then a curtain lightly swaying caught his attention. Like most French hotels this one had a garden built within its center court yard. All the balconies faced into it. But Akira's was high up enough to even get the French skyline. The small breakfast table on it was just big enough for the seated hips of the dancer in front of him. It was dirty........... it was beautiful......... it was perfect.
"No bed. . .this time. Out there." Yuji gestured with a nod of his head. "The Balcony."