From the Mouths of Birds [La Corda d'Oro, Ryoutarou/Len]
Title: From the Mouths of Birds…
Fandom: La Corda d’Oro
Pairing/Characters: Ryoutarou x Len, the parrot, Misa Hamai
Rating: Soft R
Word Count: 659
Disclaimer: La Corda d’Oro and its characters do not belong to me.
A/N: Makes no sense unless you’ve read “You’re Pretty.”
Usually, Len spent his afternoons practicing. He had piles of sheet music-Dvorak, Vivaldi, Paganini, Elgar, and so much more-sitting on his desk, waiting to be played until dinnertime. But on this afternoon, his violin was sitting in its case, his sheet music was stacked and undisturbed, and he was lying on his bed, entangled with Ryoutarou Tsuchiura.
Big pianist hands undid the buttons of his shirt while a big soccer player thigh pressed between his legs. He groaned into Ryoutarou’s mouth, dragging his fingernails down Ryoutarou’s bare back. He would have to practice extra hard tomorrow to make up for this, but he couldn’t bring himself to care, really; it was definitely worth it.
Ryoutarou whispered his name across his jaw, hoarsely, urgently, as he rocked against him. While his mouth moved down, his hand moved up until his fingers were tracing Len’s lips. Lips parting, Len watched Ryoutarou’s expression as he sucked the digits into his mouth.
“Nguh.”
Pleased at the noise, Len smirked around the fingers of the now brightly blushing pianist. He ran his own fingers through Ryoutarou’s hair, not-very-subtly guiding the other boy’s attention back to his exposed chest and stomach. Len closed his eyes and leaned his head back, arching up toward the warm mouth as Ryoutarou tongued around his navel, getting closer and closer to-
“Do what you want ‘cuz a pirate is free!”
Freezing, the two of them slowly met each other’s eyes briefly, and then turned to look at the parrot watching them from its cage. It ruffled its feather, cocked its head, and squawked at them: “You are a pirate!”
Ryoutarou looked back at Len, eyebrow arched amusedly. “Been watching Lazy Town lately?”
“Shut up,” Len muttered, letting the boy’s fingers slip out of his mouth and tugging him back down.
They kissed, open-mouthed, determined to continue despite the minor interruption. Len’s hand reached down between them to grope at the pianist’s arousal; Ryoutarou panted, thrust into his grip. He murmured nonsensical, pleading sounds as Len started undoing his jeans, as Len slipped his hand inside, as-
“You’re pretty!”
Len blinked up at the ceiling as Ryoutarou jumped up, growling. He stormed stiffly over to the parrot’s cage and, ignoring its squawks of protest, covered the cage with its nighttime sheet.
“Pleasant dreams,” he all but cooed in faux-sweetness before turning back with a predatory grin on his face and promptly pouncing.
[--]
Len was engrossed in rehearsing a Mozart concerto the next afternoon when his mother came home. She stood in the doorway of his bedroom, watching with a pleased smile on her face until he noticed her; he stopped, lowering the bow and the violin as he turned to face her.
“Your father and I are home,” she said (a little unnecessarily, he thought, but he nodded in acknowledgement anyway). “We’d like to have dinner here with you, if you don’t have plans.”
“That’s fine.”
She hesitated for a moment and Len knew that meant she was about to ask one of those Motherly Questions that she rarely asked but occasionally felt that she should. “Anything new happen, while we were away? Anything you’d like to tell me?”
His mind went to Ryoutarou-straddling him, kissing him, with him nearly every day for the past month-but he shook his head. “No, not really.”
She nodded, started to turn to leave-
“Harder!”
Freezing, the two of them slowly met each other’s eyes briefly, and then turned to look at the parrot watching them from its cage. It ruffled its feather, cocked its head, and squawked at them: “Love me harder!”
Len stared resolutely at a spot on the wall, valiantly ignoring the way his face was burning. Misa Hamai coughed an awkward little cough and said something that might or might not have been, “I’ll see you at dinner, dear,” and made a rather hasty exit.
Maybe he should start going to Ryoutarou’s house instead…
Fandom: La Corda d’Oro
Pairing/Characters: Ryoutarou x Len, the parrot, Misa Hamai
Rating: Soft R
Word Count: 659
Disclaimer: La Corda d’Oro and its characters do not belong to me.
A/N: Makes no sense unless you’ve read “You’re Pretty.”
Usually, Len spent his afternoons practicing. He had piles of sheet music-Dvorak, Vivaldi, Paganini, Elgar, and so much more-sitting on his desk, waiting to be played until dinnertime. But on this afternoon, his violin was sitting in its case, his sheet music was stacked and undisturbed, and he was lying on his bed, entangled with Ryoutarou Tsuchiura.
Big pianist hands undid the buttons of his shirt while a big soccer player thigh pressed between his legs. He groaned into Ryoutarou’s mouth, dragging his fingernails down Ryoutarou’s bare back. He would have to practice extra hard tomorrow to make up for this, but he couldn’t bring himself to care, really; it was definitely worth it.
Ryoutarou whispered his name across his jaw, hoarsely, urgently, as he rocked against him. While his mouth moved down, his hand moved up until his fingers were tracing Len’s lips. Lips parting, Len watched Ryoutarou’s expression as he sucked the digits into his mouth.
“Nguh.”
Pleased at the noise, Len smirked around the fingers of the now brightly blushing pianist. He ran his own fingers through Ryoutarou’s hair, not-very-subtly guiding the other boy’s attention back to his exposed chest and stomach. Len closed his eyes and leaned his head back, arching up toward the warm mouth as Ryoutarou tongued around his navel, getting closer and closer to-
“Do what you want ‘cuz a pirate is free!”
Freezing, the two of them slowly met each other’s eyes briefly, and then turned to look at the parrot watching them from its cage. It ruffled its feather, cocked its head, and squawked at them: “You are a pirate!”
Ryoutarou looked back at Len, eyebrow arched amusedly. “Been watching Lazy Town lately?”
“Shut up,” Len muttered, letting the boy’s fingers slip out of his mouth and tugging him back down.
They kissed, open-mouthed, determined to continue despite the minor interruption. Len’s hand reached down between them to grope at the pianist’s arousal; Ryoutarou panted, thrust into his grip. He murmured nonsensical, pleading sounds as Len started undoing his jeans, as Len slipped his hand inside, as-
“You’re pretty!”
Len blinked up at the ceiling as Ryoutarou jumped up, growling. He stormed stiffly over to the parrot’s cage and, ignoring its squawks of protest, covered the cage with its nighttime sheet.
“Pleasant dreams,” he all but cooed in faux-sweetness before turning back with a predatory grin on his face and promptly pouncing.
[--]
Len was engrossed in rehearsing a Mozart concerto the next afternoon when his mother came home. She stood in the doorway of his bedroom, watching with a pleased smile on her face until he noticed her; he stopped, lowering the bow and the violin as he turned to face her.
“Your father and I are home,” she said (a little unnecessarily, he thought, but he nodded in acknowledgement anyway). “We’d like to have dinner here with you, if you don’t have plans.”
“That’s fine.”
She hesitated for a moment and Len knew that meant she was about to ask one of those Motherly Questions that she rarely asked but occasionally felt that she should. “Anything new happen, while we were away? Anything you’d like to tell me?”
His mind went to Ryoutarou-straddling him, kissing him, with him nearly every day for the past month-but he shook his head. “No, not really.”
She nodded, started to turn to leave-
“Harder!”
Freezing, the two of them slowly met each other’s eyes briefly, and then turned to look at the parrot watching them from its cage. It ruffled its feather, cocked its head, and squawked at them: “Love me harder!”
Len stared resolutely at a spot on the wall, valiantly ignoring the way his face was burning. Misa Hamai coughed an awkward little cough and said something that might or might not have been, “I’ll see you at dinner, dear,” and made a rather hasty exit.
Maybe he should start going to Ryoutarou’s house instead…