Hello kazuhikonaori! I’ll do you one better for being so patient
to have your thirst quenched: you get both kisses!

Wakatoshi Ushijima – Kisses #5 and #47

#5: guys furrowing their brow when kissing passionately

#47: moving around while kissing, stumbling over things, pushing
each other back against the wall/onto the bed

A knock on your door brings a smile to your face; Wakatohsi
is here! Smoothing down your hair and checking your makeup one last time you
scurry to open it, revealing tall, dark and handsome adorned in a black suit,
white shirt and no tie.

“Hey there,” you say smiling sweetly. You turn to grab your
bag but the sound of the door shutting startles you back to face him. “Wha-“your
question is cut off by insistent lips on yours, Toshi’s hands raking through
your perfectly styled hair drawing a muffled squeak from you.

Opening your eyes, you see his are closed, his brow furrowed
in deep concentration of kissing the living daylights out of you.

The next second you close yours again as he presses you up
against the wall, eager hands trailing over your hips and dipping under your
shirt. His touch is like fire, drawing a moan from your throat. Dipping down,
he picks you up in one motion, your shoes slipping off with a clatter to the
floor.

He moves further into your living room and you’re so glad you’re the only one home
tonight, though you highly doubt Toshi would behave like this if your parents
were home.

The lamp rattles back and forth when he bumps the table,
light flickering slightly and prompting him to put you down for a moment. Pulling
away you gasp out, “Toshi, what has gotten into you?” Not that you mind, but
this level of passion isn’t exactly on par with your boyfriend’s normal
behavior.

“You just had to wear this skirt,” he mumbles, his hands
caressing your bare thighs, wrapping under your butt to lift you again, this
time with your legs wrapped around waist. When he reaches the door of your
bedroom he pushes your back against it to free one hand long enough to open it,
fumbling with the handle because he won’t stop kissing you.

Finally, it opens and he stumbles forward, thankfully
projecting both of you onto your bed instead of the floor.

“Toshi,” you breathe out when his lips move from yours to
your throat, “We’re gonna be late.”

“Screw the dinner,” he says huskily. Pulling up he looks you
in the eyes and with a dead serious expression warns, “Don’t ever wear this
skirt unless you’re prepared for me to ravage you thoroughly.”

You mentally file away this information; it’s always nice to
have an ace in your back pocket to get your
ace right where you want him.