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23 - Evergreen - Bus Gamer - 4/30
Title: Evergreen
Author/Artist: redex
Pairing: Nobu/Toki plus Kazu in the background
Fandom: Bus Gamer
Theme: Fyre's 23
Ratings/Warnings: Finally, some raw sex (not quite porn, though) and language. NC-17 or whatever. Oh, and second person. I don't do it on purpose, I promise.
Nobuto's smells like pine needles under the cigarette smoke, a rare scent. Like burning Christmas trees. You discover why when you borrow his shower and find his shampoo: Evergreen. A bizarre English word, you think, and forget about it. You'd be more likely to notice if it were something average.
You are using his shower because you hate feeling sweaty and you've never met a fuck that wasn't sweaty.
You fucked because... well, there is no because and that is the whole point.
You've always been small, short, pretty. You had thought you'd grow out of it, and made a life out of martial arts in order to escape it. Rape was not an idea you relished.
On the other hand, what you're doing with Nakajyo isn't much different from rape. Just as aggressive and perhaps even fewer emotions are involved. You don't mind being his variety, and he doesn't mind you screaming another name. A gentleman's agreement.
Up against a wall, you pushed him. Clenching your fists in the front of his shirt and dragging his aggravatingly high mouth down to your reach. A bite, a snarl, and his smirk obliges you with an answering roughness. For those first few moments he seems condescending, and then it's gone.
Then it's all raw hunger, fingers sliding through hair and removing breath; you know why he always has a woman in his bed. His attention is intoxicating.
Your movements are jerky and make him almost-laugh and ease you into slowing down. At least until you get inside the apartment. Then, he lets you grind your flesh together until you're dizzy with the high.
It seems he enjoys seeing you let go of your enforced coldness.
But he doesn't toy with you. He eventually pushes you all the way to the other side of the hallway so that now your back is against the wall. A moment of irritation creases your eyebrows and then you're fucking him again. Letting him fuck you.
He only groans when he enters, pushing all the way in at once. You avoid meeting his eyes and instead wrap your muscular legs around his waist so that you can lift your hips just a little higher, a little closer. Your voice loosens despite yourself, and you're whimpering and groaning in time to his thrusts.
It is odd when you think of Kazuo, but not so odd when you think on it later.
You wish he was here in bed with you. When you finally look at Nobuto you know he's thinking of it to, and you laugh, a horrible thing when halfway to a orgasm. A terrible laugh.
He wrings out screams from you as payment for that laugh, hard enough to make sure you can't walk straight for a little while afterwards.
And so you lay there, staring out his window at the sky while he makes instant noodles. Then you shower, get dressed, and leave.
Evergreen? Hardly. But a scent that you will always notice from now on.
Author/Artist: redex
Pairing: Nobu/Toki plus Kazu in the background
Fandom: Bus Gamer
Theme: Fyre's 23
Ratings/Warnings: Finally, some raw sex (not quite porn, though) and language. NC-17 or whatever. Oh, and second person. I don't do it on purpose, I promise.
Nobuto's smells like pine needles under the cigarette smoke, a rare scent. Like burning Christmas trees. You discover why when you borrow his shower and find his shampoo: Evergreen. A bizarre English word, you think, and forget about it. You'd be more likely to notice if it were something average.
You are using his shower because you hate feeling sweaty and you've never met a fuck that wasn't sweaty.
You fucked because... well, there is no because and that is the whole point.
You've always been small, short, pretty. You had thought you'd grow out of it, and made a life out of martial arts in order to escape it. Rape was not an idea you relished.
On the other hand, what you're doing with Nakajyo isn't much different from rape. Just as aggressive and perhaps even fewer emotions are involved. You don't mind being his variety, and he doesn't mind you screaming another name. A gentleman's agreement.
Up against a wall, you pushed him. Clenching your fists in the front of his shirt and dragging his aggravatingly high mouth down to your reach. A bite, a snarl, and his smirk obliges you with an answering roughness. For those first few moments he seems condescending, and then it's gone.
Then it's all raw hunger, fingers sliding through hair and removing breath; you know why he always has a woman in his bed. His attention is intoxicating.
Your movements are jerky and make him almost-laugh and ease you into slowing down. At least until you get inside the apartment. Then, he lets you grind your flesh together until you're dizzy with the high.
It seems he enjoys seeing you let go of your enforced coldness.
But he doesn't toy with you. He eventually pushes you all the way to the other side of the hallway so that now your back is against the wall. A moment of irritation creases your eyebrows and then you're fucking him again. Letting him fuck you.
He only groans when he enters, pushing all the way in at once. You avoid meeting his eyes and instead wrap your muscular legs around his waist so that you can lift your hips just a little higher, a little closer. Your voice loosens despite yourself, and you're whimpering and groaning in time to his thrusts.
It is odd when you think of Kazuo, but not so odd when you think on it later.
You wish he was here in bed with you. When you finally look at Nobuto you know he's thinking of it to, and you laugh, a horrible thing when halfway to a orgasm. A terrible laugh.
He wrings out screams from you as payment for that laugh, hard enough to make sure you can't walk straight for a little while afterwards.
And so you lay there, staring out his window at the sky while he makes instant noodles. Then you shower, get dressed, and leave.
Evergreen? Hardly. But a scent that you will always notice from now on.