Koisuru Boukun: The First 20 Sentences.
Fandom: Koisuru Boukun (Love Tyrant)
Pairing: Morinaga Tetsuhiro x Tatsumi Souichi .
Theme set: Alpha.
Rating: NC-17. Cursing, sexuality. Also, random cuteness.
#01 - Comfort
It was just a hand on his shoulder, and it only stayed there for a nanosecond, but all the same he smiled at senpai's back, fleeing across the lab.
#02 - Kiss
How many times had he fantasized about these lips, these angry lips, these smooth and wonderful lips pressed now so urgently onto his?
#03 - Soft
Senpai probably doesn't know, though Tetsuhiro to himself as he buried his nose in the tangle of hair next to him on the pillow, he's never felt how nice it is when he unties it.
#04 - Pain
"Damned slide cover," Souichi mumbled, looking at the ceiling tiles, trying as hard as he could not to notice Morinaga's stupid little grin as the Band-Aid went around his ring finger.
#05 - Potatoes
He stirred the pot of curry, nervously, and splashed himself a little; four meters away, senpai slept, hair in disarray on the tumbled pillow.
#06 - Rain
The umbrella was far too small, and by the time they got to his door half of Tetsuhiro's jacket was soaked, but he was warm with senpai's heat, so close, so strong beside him.
#07 - Chocolate
The little heart-shaped candy tasted wonderful under his tongue, pure white milkiness sweetly tinkling along his nerves, but he forced down the beginnings of a stupid involuntary curl at the corners of his lips; Morinaga was watching him eat the thing, ignoring the flask and the Bunsen burner, that idiot, he should know that he HATED sweets.
#08 - Happiness
To think that a mere four years ago he would have died from happiness just to imagine this body wrapped in his arms, quietly, warmly, gently, but now, now all he felt was a deep rightness in the universe, a great contentment, as if gears long suspended now finally fitted and whirled, as if flowers showered them from on high with petals like kisses.
#09 - Telephone
"Holy..." whispered Tetsuhiro reverently, cupping the little machine in his hands like a relic; who would have ever thought that Tatsumi-senpai, the scary, cold, violent Tatsumi-senpai, would have Enya for his ringtone?
#10 - Ears
The last words leaving his mouth before he found himself dizzily face-down on the linoleum were "Senpai, did you know your ears turn really red when you co--"
#11 - Name
"Sen...pai...call me... Tetsuhiro," he said, grazing the hot ear, as the final delicious shudders passed through them.
#12 - Sensual
He would die before he confessed it, but he especially liked how Morinaga stroked the insides of his thighs--an almost paternal gentleness in the fingers that was yet barbed with desire.
#13 - Death
Tatsumi Souichi, in twenty-five years of life, had never been so terrified as when, falling asleep in Morinaga's bed, his drooping hand fell against something glossy and hard, and upon further examination he found himself holding a copy of the March/April Le Petit Mort: Deadly Bondage Boys Underage Special.
#14 - Sex
He sat sulking, in his pajama pants: the calendar was marked, the alcohol stood ready, the made bed temptingly unfolded at a corner, and a prophylactic rested discreetly under the pillow, but the final ingredient was nowhere to be seen.
#15 - Touch
Tonight he was angry, exhausted with dithering; he pushed himself madly into this beloved body as though the pressure would change something, would show the stubborn, silly, self-deluded man something, but he stopped, paralyzed, when a hand pleadingly settled on his shoulder.
#16 - Weakness
Almost a year now, and he knew where all the nice nooks were, the little soft spots behind the ears, the curves of the elbows, even a certain magical place halfway between temple and ear, camouflaged by hair; but the best, the quickest, the most wonderful was still the water-soft inside of that deceptively abusive mouth.
#17 - Tears
He would always remember that time when senpai's fingers closed on his shoulders, and a small warm dampness spread across his breastbone, a few drops of something like love.
#18 - Speed
The face under a mop of ruffled hair beside him looked nothing like the face he imagined, trying to envision Morinaga, cheerful harmless Morinaga, fishnet-clad, eyes black with makeup, fucking a hapless married salaryman in a love hotel, laughing cruelly like the gay men he had always thought up before--but when the face smiled as it kissed him and watched him come, he thought he saw a little of the desperate ferocity behind the eyes, a little mad quickness in the curve of the lips.
#19 - Wind
Tetsuhiro has a dream, a simple dream, one that visits him nearly nightly: senpai, in white, smiling like he'd never seen, hair flickering in a breeze, hands reaching to him, laughing--he always wakes to find himself half-naked, blankets kicked off, shivering as the night wind sighed through his blinds.
#20 - Freedom
Maybe one day these hands pressed against his shoulders, the face turned away, the mouth loud in rejection would all pass away, and they would laugh, and he could put his arm around his senpai without being pushed away...but that day, thought Tetsuhiro, dabbing at his bleeding nose, would be long in coming.
Pairing: Morinaga Tetsuhiro x Tatsumi Souichi .
Theme set: Alpha.
Rating: NC-17. Cursing, sexuality. Also, random cuteness.
#01 - Comfort
It was just a hand on his shoulder, and it only stayed there for a nanosecond, but all the same he smiled at senpai's back, fleeing across the lab.
#02 - Kiss
How many times had he fantasized about these lips, these angry lips, these smooth and wonderful lips pressed now so urgently onto his?
#03 - Soft
Senpai probably doesn't know, though Tetsuhiro to himself as he buried his nose in the tangle of hair next to him on the pillow, he's never felt how nice it is when he unties it.
#04 - Pain
"Damned slide cover," Souichi mumbled, looking at the ceiling tiles, trying as hard as he could not to notice Morinaga's stupid little grin as the Band-Aid went around his ring finger.
#05 - Potatoes
He stirred the pot of curry, nervously, and splashed himself a little; four meters away, senpai slept, hair in disarray on the tumbled pillow.
#06 - Rain
The umbrella was far too small, and by the time they got to his door half of Tetsuhiro's jacket was soaked, but he was warm with senpai's heat, so close, so strong beside him.
#07 - Chocolate
The little heart-shaped candy tasted wonderful under his tongue, pure white milkiness sweetly tinkling along his nerves, but he forced down the beginnings of a stupid involuntary curl at the corners of his lips; Morinaga was watching him eat the thing, ignoring the flask and the Bunsen burner, that idiot, he should know that he HATED sweets.
#08 - Happiness
To think that a mere four years ago he would have died from happiness just to imagine this body wrapped in his arms, quietly, warmly, gently, but now, now all he felt was a deep rightness in the universe, a great contentment, as if gears long suspended now finally fitted and whirled, as if flowers showered them from on high with petals like kisses.
#09 - Telephone
"Holy..." whispered Tetsuhiro reverently, cupping the little machine in his hands like a relic; who would have ever thought that Tatsumi-senpai, the scary, cold, violent Tatsumi-senpai, would have Enya for his ringtone?
#10 - Ears
The last words leaving his mouth before he found himself dizzily face-down on the linoleum were "Senpai, did you know your ears turn really red when you co--"
#11 - Name
"Sen...pai...call me... Tetsuhiro," he said, grazing the hot ear, as the final delicious shudders passed through them.
#12 - Sensual
He would die before he confessed it, but he especially liked how Morinaga stroked the insides of his thighs--an almost paternal gentleness in the fingers that was yet barbed with desire.
#13 - Death
Tatsumi Souichi, in twenty-five years of life, had never been so terrified as when, falling asleep in Morinaga's bed, his drooping hand fell against something glossy and hard, and upon further examination he found himself holding a copy of the March/April Le Petit Mort: Deadly Bondage Boys Underage Special.
#14 - Sex
He sat sulking, in his pajama pants: the calendar was marked, the alcohol stood ready, the made bed temptingly unfolded at a corner, and a prophylactic rested discreetly under the pillow, but the final ingredient was nowhere to be seen.
#15 - Touch
Tonight he was angry, exhausted with dithering; he pushed himself madly into this beloved body as though the pressure would change something, would show the stubborn, silly, self-deluded man something, but he stopped, paralyzed, when a hand pleadingly settled on his shoulder.
#16 - Weakness
Almost a year now, and he knew where all the nice nooks were, the little soft spots behind the ears, the curves of the elbows, even a certain magical place halfway between temple and ear, camouflaged by hair; but the best, the quickest, the most wonderful was still the water-soft inside of that deceptively abusive mouth.
#17 - Tears
He would always remember that time when senpai's fingers closed on his shoulders, and a small warm dampness spread across his breastbone, a few drops of something like love.
#18 - Speed
The face under a mop of ruffled hair beside him looked nothing like the face he imagined, trying to envision Morinaga, cheerful harmless Morinaga, fishnet-clad, eyes black with makeup, fucking a hapless married salaryman in a love hotel, laughing cruelly like the gay men he had always thought up before--but when the face smiled as it kissed him and watched him come, he thought he saw a little of the desperate ferocity behind the eyes, a little mad quickness in the curve of the lips.
#19 - Wind
Tetsuhiro has a dream, a simple dream, one that visits him nearly nightly: senpai, in white, smiling like he'd never seen, hair flickering in a breeze, hands reaching to him, laughing--he always wakes to find himself half-naked, blankets kicked off, shivering as the night wind sighed through his blinds.
#20 - Freedom
Maybe one day these hands pressed against his shoulders, the face turned away, the mouth loud in rejection would all pass away, and they would laugh, and he could put his arm around his senpai without being pushed away...but that day, thought Tetsuhiro, dabbing at his bleeding nose, would be long in coming.