[FIC] Changmin Drabble 1+2
I'm trying something new and challenging myself with prompts. Woot! Written for in_vazn.
Also, this is the second time I've attempted drabble style; definitely different and harder, I think...
Claim: Changmin
Rating: PG-R
Table: #6, 10 Commandments
I am the Lord, Your God. Thou shall not have other gods beside me.
Maybe it's vain of him to think so, but there are times when he feels utterly complete and finished, like a Greek statue towering over mere mortals. His naturally tall stature definitely helps in this respect. Many underestimate him with his young age, but he feels this is an asset as it only lessens the time it takes for him to overpower and dominate. He has learned to stand tall, to stake claim on this bit of earth, to be independent.
But next to him, the other, he falls, tumbling down, crumbling to ground sand and blown about by the wind. The striking white blond hair, the unreadable, dark eyes and inscrutable, yet slightly stern expression more than compensate for the man's smaller, shorter stature. To him, and only him, he lies prostrate and submissive.
Claim: Changmin
Rating: R
Table: #6, 10 Commandments
Thou shall not use the name of the Lord, your God, in vain.
The shower is hot and comforting against his sore muscles, and he breathes in the smell of bergamot and juniper, desperately wishing it was seasoned with his spice instead of the rubbery plastic smell. He's done it often enough, overwhelmed at times that he succumbed to his temptations of using the creamy, white shampoo for lubrication. He imagines long, tapered hands teasing his slim hips, a tongue darting across his neck as he gasps and moans unabashedly.
He can hear his voice calling for him, asking if he wants dinner. The questioning, inquisitive voice soon turns desperate and wanting in his mind, his warped imagination pushing the words towards his release. So when he screams the Lord's name and his name, it's anything but blasphemous.
Also, this is the second time I've attempted drabble style; definitely different and harder, I think...
Claim: Changmin
Rating: PG-R
Table: #6, 10 Commandments
I am the Lord, Your God. Thou shall not have other gods beside me.
Maybe it's vain of him to think so, but there are times when he feels utterly complete and finished, like a Greek statue towering over mere mortals. His naturally tall stature definitely helps in this respect. Many underestimate him with his young age, but he feels this is an asset as it only lessens the time it takes for him to overpower and dominate. He has learned to stand tall, to stake claim on this bit of earth, to be independent.
But next to him, the other, he falls, tumbling down, crumbling to ground sand and blown about by the wind. The striking white blond hair, the unreadable, dark eyes and inscrutable, yet slightly stern expression more than compensate for the man's smaller, shorter stature. To him, and only him, he lies prostrate and submissive.
Claim: Changmin
Rating: R
Table: #6, 10 Commandments
Thou shall not use the name of the Lord, your God, in vain.
The shower is hot and comforting against his sore muscles, and he breathes in the smell of bergamot and juniper, desperately wishing it was seasoned with his spice instead of the rubbery plastic smell. He's done it often enough, overwhelmed at times that he succumbed to his temptations of using the creamy, white shampoo for lubrication. He imagines long, tapered hands teasing his slim hips, a tongue darting across his neck as he gasps and moans unabashedly.
He can hear his voice calling for him, asking if he wants dinner. The questioning, inquisitive voice soon turns desperate and wanting in his mind, his warped imagination pushing the words towards his release. So when he screams the Lord's name and his name, it's anything but blasphemous.