'Petting' - [Reita/Ruki] 1/1
Title: Petting
Genre: Fluff, romance, crack
Pairing: Reita/Ruki
Description: In which Reita might be jealous. And Ruki knows it.
Notes: I DON'T EVEN KNOW XD
i.
“Who’s my tubby puppy? Who is he?”
Reita’s brow twitched.
“Koron-chan! It’s Koron-chan!” A voice notorious for growling into mics and screaming breathlessly, bringing a thousand audiences to their knees, had been reduced to an affectionate, lilted coo.
Reita glared.
“Does he want a tummy rub? Hmm?” Ruki ruffled Koron’s fluffed up ears, eyes alight with utmost glee - a near match to the Chihuahua’s own excited yip. The vocalist practically squealed. “He does! He does!”
Reita made sure his affronted snort was heard.
The snugglefest to his right briefly stopped as Ruki turned to him with a quirked eyebrow. The bassist huffed, arms crossed at the other end of the couch. He was literally on the edge of the cushion, trying to get as far away from the spectacle of who’s-a-good-boy-oh-god-you-are! and the general travesty of his boyfriend giving his dog Eskimo-kisses. So unmanly. And why did Ruki need to smother the life out of his pet anyway? He was right here -
A wicked grin slowly curved upon Ruki’s lips. “Oh no, Koro-chan! I think somebody’s jealous~”
The mirth in the younger’s eyes was practically gleaming.
Reita guffawed, “No I’m not.”
He shook his head vigorously while he was at it.
But Ruki had a shit-eating grin plastered on his face, positively mischievous as he slid closer to Reita’s sulking form. “Who’s my grumpy Uechan?”
The bassist went rigid. “Ruki, I swear, if you - ”
The shorter man was already airborne, lunging into Reita’s chest and toppling them into the carpeted floor below. And before Reita could even process oh-god-my-back, Ruki was straddling him - hips grounding into his with a suggestive roll.
“It’s you! It’s you!” He leant down and pecked Reita’s nose, smug smirk in place. “Does he want a tummy rub? Does he?”
Grinning at Reita’s wide eyes and indignant expression - manly men are not straddled by their boyfriends and most certainly do not get sweet and chaste kisses on their noses - Ruki sifted his hands beneath the elder’s white shirt and grazed the hard planes of his chest.
Another slow roll of waistband friction.
Reita bit his lip at the feel of Ruki’s calloused fingertips tracing lazy patterns along his nipples. And then lower, lower - oh please just a little bit lower -
Ruki snapped his hips, deviant smile stretching and a low croon dripping with amusement, “He does, he does!”
ii.
“Move.”
The irreprehensible - at least in Ruki’s blind, adoring eyes - Koron-chan blinked lazily at him. Then yawned, pink tongue curling without care, before the small canine snuggled deeper into his nap. The picture of content.
Reita glared. Fucking evil rat-dog.
Caught in the soft light of snow-sprinkled winter, the muted tones of late afternoon and warm-shivers dappling along alabaster skin, Ruki was sprawled across the bed. Sheets twisted and mangled. Hair, previously primped and brushed to perfection, disheveled into a mass of curls and auburn tangles. His glasses were still on his nose, endearingly crooked and the vocalist’s mouth was slightly ajar as if he were mouthing lyrics, even in sleep.
All in all, he was in the midst of a lovely afternoon nap in celebration of completing the mixing of their album.
And Reita wanted nothing more than to curl up with his adorably exhausted boyfriend (even if there was a suspicious wetness at the corner of said-adorable-boyfriend’s mouth). Except - someone already had. The Chihuahua was spread languidly across Ruki’s stomach -
- like he owned it.
Which was false. Reita owned it.
“Get off,” the bassist growled softly, trying to keep quiet lest Ruki awake and all late-afternoon-nap-snuggling (manly snuggling) ceased. But Koron simply looked at him. Like he was the one was being unreasonable.
Reita wanted to kick something. Preferably small, black and brown.
He dropped to his knees beside the bed and bared his teeth at Koron’s sleepy face because obviously the polite, human approach hadn’t worked.
Koron sniffed once before leaning forward and licking Reita’s cheek.
Jerking back, flustered and rubbing his wet cheek frantically, Reita glared at the dog with the blackest gaze he could muster. I hate you. Koron merely sighed happily and burrowed deeper into Ruki’s shirt.
The audacity.
As if the little beast hadn’t already usurped all tummy-rubs, it now possessed the delectable tummy itself! …And made Reita repeatedly use the word "tummy". Positively evil.
Koron sighed even louder, all the joy of being curled up on that beautiful, highly coveted tummy encased in that one happy breath. Reita swore the little shit did it on purpose.
Smug bastard.
As the happy sighs continued, Koron dared to look him right in the eye and nuzzle the fuck out of his boyfriend.
Like. Hell.
-
Ruki slowly stirred, feeling deliciously warm-close-safe. Forever content to stay put in bed until spring, the vocalist tried to roll over and allow himself an indulgent moment of cuddling his pillow. But he couldn’t. Hmm. Peculiar.
Blearily blinking awake, Ruki found himself completely smothered by a bassist. Curled on top of him. Asleep.
With his head under his shirt.
Well, then.
Ruki blinked. “…Reita?”
But Reita only tightened his arms around Ruki’s waist and mumbled sleepily, “Mine.”
iii.
“Still jealous, Uechan?”
Reita tried to keep the yearn out of his eyes as Ruki continued to give Koron - that bastard - loving strokes. No, he wasn’t jealous. Nope.
Ruki scratched behind the dog’s fluffed ears. With a knowing smirk.
Goddammit.
Reita inwardly sighed, already resigned to curl up on the far end of the couch in dejection for the night, when Ruki suddenly placed Koron on the floor and shooed him away.
The vocalist then languidly crawled over to Reita, a lopsided beam replacing his smirk as he tilted his head into Reita’s pouting face. “Does he love kisses? Does he?”
Ruki leaned forward until the tips of his auburn hair tickled the bassist’s clenched jaw and touched plush and gentle lips softly to his.
“He does,” Reita sighed in surrender, murmuring against Ruki’s smile, “He does.”
:.:.:
A/N: lolwhut.
It's been so long since I wrote honest-to-god fluff that it just wrote itself, honestly XD
Anyways, hope you all found this fluffy piece of crack amusing, haha <3
Genre: Fluff, romance, crack
Pairing: Reita/Ruki
Description: In which Reita might be jealous. And Ruki knows it.
Notes: I DON'T EVEN KNOW XD
i.
“Who’s my tubby puppy? Who is he?”
Reita’s brow twitched.
“Koron-chan! It’s Koron-chan!” A voice notorious for growling into mics and screaming breathlessly, bringing a thousand audiences to their knees, had been reduced to an affectionate, lilted coo.
Reita glared.
“Does he want a tummy rub? Hmm?” Ruki ruffled Koron’s fluffed up ears, eyes alight with utmost glee - a near match to the Chihuahua’s own excited yip. The vocalist practically squealed. “He does! He does!”
Reita made sure his affronted snort was heard.
The snugglefest to his right briefly stopped as Ruki turned to him with a quirked eyebrow. The bassist huffed, arms crossed at the other end of the couch. He was literally on the edge of the cushion, trying to get as far away from the spectacle of who’s-a-good-boy-oh-god-you-are! and the general travesty of his boyfriend giving his dog Eskimo-kisses. So unmanly. And why did Ruki need to smother the life out of his pet anyway? He was right here -
A wicked grin slowly curved upon Ruki’s lips. “Oh no, Koro-chan! I think somebody’s jealous~”
The mirth in the younger’s eyes was practically gleaming.
Reita guffawed, “No I’m not.”
He shook his head vigorously while he was at it.
But Ruki had a shit-eating grin plastered on his face, positively mischievous as he slid closer to Reita’s sulking form. “Who’s my grumpy Uechan?”
The bassist went rigid. “Ruki, I swear, if you - ”
The shorter man was already airborne, lunging into Reita’s chest and toppling them into the carpeted floor below. And before Reita could even process oh-god-my-back, Ruki was straddling him - hips grounding into his with a suggestive roll.
“It’s you! It’s you!” He leant down and pecked Reita’s nose, smug smirk in place. “Does he want a tummy rub? Does he?”
Grinning at Reita’s wide eyes and indignant expression - manly men are not straddled by their boyfriends and most certainly do not get sweet and chaste kisses on their noses - Ruki sifted his hands beneath the elder’s white shirt and grazed the hard planes of his chest.
Another slow roll of waistband friction.
Reita bit his lip at the feel of Ruki’s calloused fingertips tracing lazy patterns along his nipples. And then lower, lower - oh please just a little bit lower -
Ruki snapped his hips, deviant smile stretching and a low croon dripping with amusement, “He does, he does!”
ii.
“Move.”
The irreprehensible - at least in Ruki’s blind, adoring eyes - Koron-chan blinked lazily at him. Then yawned, pink tongue curling without care, before the small canine snuggled deeper into his nap. The picture of content.
Reita glared. Fucking evil rat-dog.
Caught in the soft light of snow-sprinkled winter, the muted tones of late afternoon and warm-shivers dappling along alabaster skin, Ruki was sprawled across the bed. Sheets twisted and mangled. Hair, previously primped and brushed to perfection, disheveled into a mass of curls and auburn tangles. His glasses were still on his nose, endearingly crooked and the vocalist’s mouth was slightly ajar as if he were mouthing lyrics, even in sleep.
All in all, he was in the midst of a lovely afternoon nap in celebration of completing the mixing of their album.
And Reita wanted nothing more than to curl up with his adorably exhausted boyfriend (even if there was a suspicious wetness at the corner of said-adorable-boyfriend’s mouth). Except - someone already had. The Chihuahua was spread languidly across Ruki’s stomach -
- like he owned it.
Which was false. Reita owned it.
“Get off,” the bassist growled softly, trying to keep quiet lest Ruki awake and all late-afternoon-nap-snuggling (manly snuggling) ceased. But Koron simply looked at him. Like he was the one was being unreasonable.
Reita wanted to kick something. Preferably small, black and brown.
He dropped to his knees beside the bed and bared his teeth at Koron’s sleepy face because obviously the polite, human approach hadn’t worked.
Koron sniffed once before leaning forward and licking Reita’s cheek.
Jerking back, flustered and rubbing his wet cheek frantically, Reita glared at the dog with the blackest gaze he could muster. I hate you. Koron merely sighed happily and burrowed deeper into Ruki’s shirt.
The audacity.
As if the little beast hadn’t already usurped all tummy-rubs, it now possessed the delectable tummy itself! …And made Reita repeatedly use the word "tummy". Positively evil.
Koron sighed even louder, all the joy of being curled up on that beautiful, highly coveted tummy encased in that one happy breath. Reita swore the little shit did it on purpose.
Smug bastard.
As the happy sighs continued, Koron dared to look him right in the eye and nuzzle the fuck out of his boyfriend.
Like. Hell.
-
Ruki slowly stirred, feeling deliciously warm-close-safe. Forever content to stay put in bed until spring, the vocalist tried to roll over and allow himself an indulgent moment of cuddling his pillow. But he couldn’t. Hmm. Peculiar.
Blearily blinking awake, Ruki found himself completely smothered by a bassist. Curled on top of him. Asleep.
With his head under his shirt.
Well, then.
Ruki blinked. “…Reita?”
But Reita only tightened his arms around Ruki’s waist and mumbled sleepily, “Mine.”
iii.
“Still jealous, Uechan?”
Reita tried to keep the yearn out of his eyes as Ruki continued to give Koron - that bastard - loving strokes. No, he wasn’t jealous. Nope.
Ruki scratched behind the dog’s fluffed ears. With a knowing smirk.
Goddammit.
Reita inwardly sighed, already resigned to curl up on the far end of the couch in dejection for the night, when Ruki suddenly placed Koron on the floor and shooed him away.
The vocalist then languidly crawled over to Reita, a lopsided beam replacing his smirk as he tilted his head into Reita’s pouting face. “Does he love kisses? Does he?”
Ruki leaned forward until the tips of his auburn hair tickled the bassist’s clenched jaw and touched plush and gentle lips softly to his.
“He does,” Reita sighed in surrender, murmuring against Ruki’s smile, “He does.”
:.:.:
A/N: lolwhut.
It's been so long since I wrote honest-to-god fluff that it just wrote itself, honestly XD
Anyways, hope you all found this fluffy piece of crack amusing, haha <3