FAKE Double Drabble: Discovery
Title: Discovery
Fandom: FAKE
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Ryo, Dee.
Rating: PG-15
Written For: Challenge 209: Velvet at drabble_weekly.
Spoilers/Setting: After Vol. 7.
Summary: Ryo embarks on an intimate voyage of discovery.
Disclaimer: I don’t own FAKE, or the characters. They belong to the wonderful Sanami Matoh.
A/N: Double drabble.
Dee’s skin is sleek and smooth, like warm velvet beneath Ryo’s hands. It’s unexpected, the sheer sensual pleasure of being free to touch, to caress, to explore, to experience the texture and contours of another man’s body, and Ryo finds himself entranced by this intimate voyage of discovery.
Uncharacteristically still for once, Dee clearly doesn’t mind the liberties being taken, just the opposite. He welcomes them, offering soft sounds of encouragement, stretching like a cat beneath Ryo’s fingertips, practically purring. A lazy smile curves his lips, green eyes half closed, revelling in being the absolute focus of his partner’s attention.
The early morning sunlight filtering through the bedroom window burnishes him, lending a soft, golden glow, picking out highlights at hipbones and the point of a shoulder, casting the well of Dee’s navel in smoky shadow. He’s beautiful, a living, breathing, erotic sculpture, all lean muscle clothed in silky flesh, like a pagan God accepting the tribute that is his due.
Ryo worships Dee with hands and lips, wondering why he’s never tried this until now; he’s always been the one submitting to his lover’s desires, never returning the favor. But that was before.
Time he claimed Dee as his.
The End
Fandom: FAKE
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Ryo, Dee.
Rating: PG-15
Written For: Challenge 209: Velvet at drabble_weekly.
Spoilers/Setting: After Vol. 7.
Summary: Ryo embarks on an intimate voyage of discovery.
Disclaimer: I don’t own FAKE, or the characters. They belong to the wonderful Sanami Matoh.
A/N: Double drabble.
Dee’s skin is sleek and smooth, like warm velvet beneath Ryo’s hands. It’s unexpected, the sheer sensual pleasure of being free to touch, to caress, to explore, to experience the texture and contours of another man’s body, and Ryo finds himself entranced by this intimate voyage of discovery.
Uncharacteristically still for once, Dee clearly doesn’t mind the liberties being taken, just the opposite. He welcomes them, offering soft sounds of encouragement, stretching like a cat beneath Ryo’s fingertips, practically purring. A lazy smile curves his lips, green eyes half closed, revelling in being the absolute focus of his partner’s attention.
The early morning sunlight filtering through the bedroom window burnishes him, lending a soft, golden glow, picking out highlights at hipbones and the point of a shoulder, casting the well of Dee’s navel in smoky shadow. He’s beautiful, a living, breathing, erotic sculpture, all lean muscle clothed in silky flesh, like a pagan God accepting the tribute that is his due.
Ryo worships Dee with hands and lips, wondering why he’s never tried this until now; he’s always been the one submitting to his lover’s desires, never returning the favor. But that was before.
Time he claimed Dee as his.
The End