FAKE Double Drabble: Mystery
Title: Mystery
Fandom: FAKE
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Ryo, Dee.
Rating: PG-13
Setting: After Vol. 7.
Summary: Ryo is feeling a bit out of his depth.
Written Using: The tw100 prompt ‘Touch’.
Disclaimer: I don’t own FAKE, or the characters. They belong to the wonderful Sanami Matoh.
A/N: Double drabble and a half, 250 words.
What was it about Dee that made Ryo’s hands ache to touch him? He longed to run his palms over the smooth planes of Dee’s chest, explore the contours of his muscles, trace the curve of his ribs…
Dee was beautiful, he took Ryo’s breath away, and yet when they were together, naked on the bed, it was Dee who did most of the touching, caressing Ryo’s body and sending him to heights of pleasure he’d never experienced before. As much as Ryo wanted to return the favour he was hesitant, not sure where or how to start.
His lover’s body was at once familiar and a complete mystery. Ryo had learned in the normal fumbling, adolescent way, how to touch a woman. Teenage boys traded such secrets amongst themselves, tips learned from older brothers and cousins, from top shelf magazines belonging to friends, and adult movies watched in secret, but how to touch a man was a taboo subject, never mentioned.
What he and Dee did together felt natural, right, but Ryo was out of his depth, painfully aware of his own inexperience.
“I want to make you feel as good as you make me feel, but I don’t know what to do,” he eventually admitted.
Dee laughed. “Dumbass! There’s no mystery; all you gotta do is touch me the way I’m touchin’ you. I guarantee I’ll enjoy it as much as you do.”
Ryo blushed; it should’ve been obvious. Nobody understood a man’s body better than another man.
The End
Fandom: FAKE
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Ryo, Dee.
Rating: PG-13
Setting: After Vol. 7.
Summary: Ryo is feeling a bit out of his depth.
Written Using: The tw100 prompt ‘Touch’.
Disclaimer: I don’t own FAKE, or the characters. They belong to the wonderful Sanami Matoh.
A/N: Double drabble and a half, 250 words.
What was it about Dee that made Ryo’s hands ache to touch him? He longed to run his palms over the smooth planes of Dee’s chest, explore the contours of his muscles, trace the curve of his ribs…
Dee was beautiful, he took Ryo’s breath away, and yet when they were together, naked on the bed, it was Dee who did most of the touching, caressing Ryo’s body and sending him to heights of pleasure he’d never experienced before. As much as Ryo wanted to return the favour he was hesitant, not sure where or how to start.
His lover’s body was at once familiar and a complete mystery. Ryo had learned in the normal fumbling, adolescent way, how to touch a woman. Teenage boys traded such secrets amongst themselves, tips learned from older brothers and cousins, from top shelf magazines belonging to friends, and adult movies watched in secret, but how to touch a man was a taboo subject, never mentioned.
What he and Dee did together felt natural, right, but Ryo was out of his depth, painfully aware of his own inexperience.
“I want to make you feel as good as you make me feel, but I don’t know what to do,” he eventually admitted.
Dee laughed. “Dumbass! There’s no mystery; all you gotta do is touch me the way I’m touchin’ you. I guarantee I’ll enjoy it as much as you do.”
Ryo blushed; it should’ve been obvious. Nobody understood a man’s body better than another man.
The End