[Drive] Heat

[duckiesandlemons]

Title: Heat
Rating:  T for Teen
Characters:  Tomari Shinnosuke, Heart
Summary:  Heart gets touchy feely
Warning(s):  none!

Heart’s hands are warm—searing—and Tomari finds himself drunk off of the heat.  His head tips back, resting on smooth metal that feels like it pulses, exudes more heat.  It’s too hot, entirely too hot, and he can’t think—

Think—

“Kamen Rider,” Heart’s voice purrs, “you truly are something—to let your guard down so easily around me.”

And Heart knows, knows, Tomari can’t answer, not with how his hands play wicked games along Tomari’s skin.  Not with how his chest stutters with each caress, not with how Heart’s hands (large and metal, ridged with plates and rough wiring) and fingers press against his skin.  They slide up, press into his ribs gently, and there’s so much heat.

Melting, he’s melting.

Tomari gasps, back arching and pushing his chest more into Heart’s hands.  Vile, vile fingers brush the skin there, run up and down over his nipples, and Tomari is dizzy.

So--

So--

Dizzy.

“Oh, look, you have a mole right here,” and Heart’s finger presses where he sees it.  “Who knew Kamen Rider could be so cute.”

It’s Tomari, he wants to say, or call me Shinnosuke if we’re like this or even the typical I’m not cute but Heart makes it hard.  The roidmude makes it so hard and Tomari gasps when Heart pinches a nipple, rolls it between his fingers, and squeezes.  Cups Tomari’s chest and takes as much pleasure from feeling as much as Tomari does.

Unfair.

Hot.

Heart is unfair and—

Another laugh.

“It will be a while, Kamen Rider.”

Bonus:

“I touched them first,” Go huffs.

Heart smirks, “Is that so?”

“I definitely touched them first.”