Stuck

cantyouhearmyvoice

Lavi
winced when they finally worked his shirt off, leaving him half-naked
and exposed to the chill of the basement. They’d better get over with it
quickly. He could already tell he was going to have solid bruises, and
throwing a cold into the bargain was too much for one night.

He scowled again as the slimy liquid trickled down his back. The
sensation was rather gross. It will take a while to scrub it all off,
too; Allen sure wasn’t stinting on it. Even so, Lavi couldn’t help a
soft smile tugging at his lips as he felt his friend’s hands sliding
over his skin, carefully covering every inch.

“I could stand to get stuck more often,” he joked with a relaxed hum
in his voice. His knees ached and his entire body was getting stiff from
holding the weird position, but damn, right now he wouldn’t mind Allen
taking his sweet time if that meant Lavi got to enjoy his touch just a
bit longer. Who would have thought that Beansprout had such deft
fingers, anyway?

“Please dont…” Allen said with a sigh. He took his time, making sure he didn’t miss any spots before standing back, his face still a bit pink.

“Ok, lets try again now…” He said, and pushed on Lavi’s shoulders again.