FAKE Double Drabble: Soft Kisses
Title: Soft Kisses
Fandom: FAKE
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Ryo, Dee.
Rating: PG-13
Setting: Throughout the manga.
Summary: Ryo had never imagined a man’s lips would feel so soft.
Written Using: The tw100 prompt ‘Soft’.
Disclaimer: I don’t own FAKE, or the characters. They belong to the wonderful Sanami Matoh.
A/N: Double drabble.
On the rare occasions Ryo had allowed himself to think about it, he’d imagined that a man’s lips would feel rough and dry when kissing. Maybe he’d been totally wrong, or maybe some men’s lips were like that, but Dee’s were just the opposite, warm, soft, and supple.
His kisses were soft too. Not delicate, but not harsh and demanding the way Ryo would have expected. He kissed slowly, thoroughly, skilfully, never applying too much pressure, and his lips were neither too dry nor too wet. He sucked, licked, nibbled, his tongue probing between Ryo’s lips, asking for permission to explore further, permission that Ryo found himself granting without conscious thought, too swept away by those soft lips against his own to know what he was doing.
Dee’s kisses made Ryo’s knees go weak, set his heart racing, caused heat to spread throughout his body as unanticipated and previously unknown pleasure sizzled along his nerves. It was at once thrilling and terrifying that his partner could make him feel so much with no more than a kiss. He never knew whether he should pull Dee closer or push him away. Dee Laytner was going to be the death of him.
The End
Fandom: FAKE
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Ryo, Dee.
Rating: PG-13
Setting: Throughout the manga.
Summary: Ryo had never imagined a man’s lips would feel so soft.
Written Using: The tw100 prompt ‘Soft’.
Disclaimer: I don’t own FAKE, or the characters. They belong to the wonderful Sanami Matoh.
A/N: Double drabble.
On the rare occasions Ryo had allowed himself to think about it, he’d imagined that a man’s lips would feel rough and dry when kissing. Maybe he’d been totally wrong, or maybe some men’s lips were like that, but Dee’s were just the opposite, warm, soft, and supple.
His kisses were soft too. Not delicate, but not harsh and demanding the way Ryo would have expected. He kissed slowly, thoroughly, skilfully, never applying too much pressure, and his lips were neither too dry nor too wet. He sucked, licked, nibbled, his tongue probing between Ryo’s lips, asking for permission to explore further, permission that Ryo found himself granting without conscious thought, too swept away by those soft lips against his own to know what he was doing.
Dee’s kisses made Ryo’s knees go weak, set his heart racing, caused heat to spread throughout his body as unanticipated and previously unknown pleasure sizzled along his nerves. It was at once thrilling and terrifying that his partner could make him feel so much with no more than a kiss. He never knew whether he should pull Dee closer or push him away. Dee Laytner was going to be the death of him.
The End