Disclaimer: I am making no profit from this fanfiction. I do not own Tekken, Kazuya, Lee, or their nipples.
Notes: I found this in my “finished” writing folder, but I don't recall posting (or writing) this. Normally things end up in my finished folder when I've posted it, so I'm not sure how it ended up in there. I figured I would post this now. If this looks familiar or if I fucked up and already posted this, please let me know. My memory is not that great :D
Kazuya’s cup rattled as he set it on the table, his eyes facing forward, not looking as Lee trailed a hand along his chest as he talked about something uninteresting. Really, Kazuya couldn’t care less why he’d called a private meeting, but when he dragged his hand back, trying to make a lame point, his finger skipped over Kazuya’s nipple, growing hard under his thin shirt. He repressed a shudder.
Lee paused in his talking.
Kazuya could feel his eyes on him as he did his best to sit still and curl his fingers into fists in his lap. He stared intently at the tea in the porcelain recepticle, with black and red designs curling around the base and rolling up to the-- Kazuya repressed another shudder as Lee’s fingers shot straight to his nipple and flicked over the hardened peak. His heart was beating in his throat. He’d never been so aroused before, and by something as simple as a finger… this wasn’t right. He shouldn’t have been so easy.
He gritted his teeth and glared at Lee when those fingers began pinching and pulling. The jig was up and Kazuya was done being mocked. However, when he caught Lee’s eyes, he saw his sudden arousal reflected there. He could feel Lee’s heat beating against his shoulder, rolling over his chest as Lee continued working Kazuya’s nipple.
Kazuya set his jaw and leaned back slightly to give Lee access to the other. This would be a productive meeting after all.