FANFIC: "A Different Kind of Massage... (Scrap)" (PYPRemix- Aoi x Uruha)
Title: "A Different Kind of Massage..."
Pairing: Aoi x Uruha
Writer: black_prophet
Genre: PYP: Remix, Flash-Fic
Word Count: 279
Rating: PG13
Warning: Suggestive Ending, Overall Shortness of Fic, Randomness
A/N: This is a Remix of the "Massage" PYP! Prompted into existence by the joint comments of gothdeathangel and uruha1. Thank you for commenting on my PYPs! Please make sure to check out some older ones, and look out for new ones too! ^.^ I love you darlings, and I hope you enjoy the read!
Disclaimer: THIS IS A FANFICTION. It is a work of Fiction starring real people that I sadly do not own in any way, shape, or form.
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Yuu stretched, making a lazy noise of contentment in the back of his throat. Overtop of him, the low sound of laughter preceded the return of skilled hands. “Don’t tell me you’re done already.”
Kouyou let his fingertips glide up his lover’s spine, sinking them into silken layers of black hair. Playfully raking nails over his lover’s scalp, the honey-haired male shifted slightly, straddling Yuu’s lower back. “I’ve been pampering you for over an hour.”
“Well in that case.” The older male murmured, smiling and letting his eyes drift closed as he basked in the sensation of those talented hands sliding back down to massage his shoulders. “You should let me up.”
“With as tense as you still are, in spite of a very good effort on my part?” Kouyou challenged archly. The blond tsked as he slid his body backwards and then lay down so his chest pressed to his lover’s back, hands trailing down to rest along Yuu’s ribs and his lips brushing his lover’s cheek. “I would just have to throw you back down on the bed… Again. It’s better for both of us if you just stay right here and relax.”
“Under you?” Yuu questioned softly, smiling at the light kiss to his cheek. “If you insist… But I think after another hour or so of this even your talented hands will be tired, my Beauty.”
“But that’s not all I insist on.” Kouyou replied in a purring tone. “If just my hands are tired by the end of this massage, Lover, I’m going to think you’re losing your touch.”
“Let me roll over, Beauty, and I’ll prove that I haven’t lost a damn thing.”
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Hey guys! Here I am again, with more Aoiha! I'm feeling pretty rotten (worked at the Bakery) and I'm pretty tired... And I'll be working again tomorrow, so here's a little bit of something to remind you that I love you.
Pairing: Aoi x Uruha
Writer: black_prophet
Genre: PYP: Remix, Flash-Fic
Word Count: 279
Rating: PG13
Warning: Suggestive Ending, Overall Shortness of Fic, Randomness
A/N: This is a Remix of the "Massage" PYP! Prompted into existence by the joint comments of gothdeathangel and uruha1. Thank you for commenting on my PYPs! Please make sure to check out some older ones, and look out for new ones too! ^.^ I love you darlings, and I hope you enjoy the read!
Disclaimer: THIS IS A FANFICTION. It is a work of Fiction starring real people that I sadly do not own in any way, shape, or form.
***
Yuu stretched, making a lazy noise of contentment in the back of his throat. Overtop of him, the low sound of laughter preceded the return of skilled hands. “Don’t tell me you’re done already.”
Kouyou let his fingertips glide up his lover’s spine, sinking them into silken layers of black hair. Playfully raking nails over his lover’s scalp, the honey-haired male shifted slightly, straddling Yuu’s lower back. “I’ve been pampering you for over an hour.”
“Well in that case.” The older male murmured, smiling and letting his eyes drift closed as he basked in the sensation of those talented hands sliding back down to massage his shoulders. “You should let me up.”
“With as tense as you still are, in spite of a very good effort on my part?” Kouyou challenged archly. The blond tsked as he slid his body backwards and then lay down so his chest pressed to his lover’s back, hands trailing down to rest along Yuu’s ribs and his lips brushing his lover’s cheek. “I would just have to throw you back down on the bed… Again. It’s better for both of us if you just stay right here and relax.”
“Under you?” Yuu questioned softly, smiling at the light kiss to his cheek. “If you insist… But I think after another hour or so of this even your talented hands will be tired, my Beauty.”
“But that’s not all I insist on.” Kouyou replied in a purring tone. “If just my hands are tired by the end of this massage, Lover, I’m going to think you’re losing your touch.”
“Let me roll over, Beauty, and I’ll prove that I haven’t lost a damn thing.”
***
Hey guys! Here I am again, with more Aoiha! I'm feeling pretty rotten (worked at the Bakery) and I'm pretty tired... And I'll be working again tomorrow, so here's a little bit of something to remind you that I love you.