[FIC] On Topping.
Title: On Topping.
Fandom: Weiss Kreuz.
Warnings: Smut.
Characters/couples: Aya/Yohji.
Summary: Thing was that Yohji didn't mind switching.
Rating: R/NC 17.
Notes: From this rant. I need to stop reading fanficrants one of these days, sigh.
On Topping.
Thing was that Yohji didn't mind switching. Top or bottom, both were both great and fun in their own amazing, singular ways. Topping from the bottom was great, too, and, really. It all depended on the mood and the person.
Unless it was his Mighty Ice Lord Aya, in which you could choose to be bottom or not have sex at all and, really, Yohji wasn't that good with abstinency if he didn't have too. Besides, it wasn't as if he didn't like it, as if Aya thrusting inside him, just hard enough that the only thing he could do was hold unto the sheets or headboard or table or whatever-fucking-superfice they were using at the moment and beg his knees to hold on wasn't just more than fine with him.
There was something sexy about it all, after all. How it was when Aya was holding tightly to his hips, he let go a bit of that tight-ass control he always kept. How he could feel Aya's breath heavy against his neck, or how, sometimes, after coming, Aya would lean just for a moment against him, sweaty and almost, almost trembling. Yohji kinda liked that, actually.
Besides. Aya already had a stick up his ass. Yohji seriously doubted that anyone would be able to take that out to show the man the joys of bottoming.
Fandom: Weiss Kreuz.
Warnings: Smut.
Characters/couples: Aya/Yohji.
Summary: Thing was that Yohji didn't mind switching.
Rating: R/NC 17.
Notes: From this rant. I need to stop reading fanficrants one of these days, sigh.
On Topping.
Thing was that Yohji didn't mind switching. Top or bottom, both were both great and fun in their own amazing, singular ways. Topping from the bottom was great, too, and, really. It all depended on the mood and the person.
Unless it was his Mighty Ice Lord Aya, in which you could choose to be bottom or not have sex at all and, really, Yohji wasn't that good with abstinency if he didn't have too. Besides, it wasn't as if he didn't like it, as if Aya thrusting inside him, just hard enough that the only thing he could do was hold unto the sheets or headboard or table or whatever-fucking-superfice they were using at the moment and beg his knees to hold on wasn't just more than fine with him.
There was something sexy about it all, after all. How it was when Aya was holding tightly to his hips, he let go a bit of that tight-ass control he always kept. How he could feel Aya's breath heavy against his neck, or how, sometimes, after coming, Aya would lean just for a moment against him, sweaty and almost, almost trembling. Yohji kinda liked that, actually.
Besides. Aya already had a stick up his ass. Yohji seriously doubted that anyone would be able to take that out to show the man the joys of bottoming.