[KHR fic] The Underwear (Dino x Hibari's underwear)
Originally wrote this very dirty, very unsolicited... thing on jusrecht's journal.
Title: The Underwear (yay for lack of creativity?)
Pairing: Dino x Hibari's underwear
Rating: NC-17 because... yeah.
Summary: Dino has a dangerous obsession.
Note: Hands down, this is the weirdest thing I've ever written. And I don't think I'll stop
Okay, so before you read this, I just wanted to say that, yes, this is largely supposed to be taken as WTF/haha. But I also wanted to present a humanistic (sympathetic?) view of sexual attachment to objects (though I only scratch the surface here). Lately, I've been intrigued with this sort of stuff -- the psychology behind such fetishes -- and I still have to do more research (thanks, 8018Namimori prompt XD). I understand that not everybody likes this sort of thing, but it just needed to be written. XD
The Underwear
It started out as an innocent curiosity that led to an "accidental" swiping of one of Kyoya's dirty briefs as he snuck out early to catch a flight back to Italy. Dino told himself that it was just a souvenir, something to remember Kyoya by when they were apart. And Kyoya had lots of underwear anyways, so what would it matter, right?
The next day found Dino in ragged breaths alone in his bed, stroking himself with Kyoya's slightly-less-than-white underwear. It wasn't sickening at all. He was just blending Kyoya's leftover sex with his own and thinking to himself how damn lucky this piece of soft fabric was, being wrapped around Kyoya's private places at all times. Or at least until Dino stopped by to relieve the briefs from that job.
When it was over, Dino decided the underwear, now blemished with his own juices, was no longer good enough and that it was time to restock.
***
The underwear thieving quickly turned into a dangerous obsession. Instead of robbing Kyoya's hamper of only one underwear per love session, it evolved into two and, most recently, three. Dino found a way to increase his gratification by having an additional pair of dirty underwear (or two) on top of his face in order to breathe in Kyoya's lovely, musky scent. This way, when his tongue reached out to the cotton fabric for a little taste, he would be immediately taken back to the times when his head was caught between his lover's smooth white thighs.
This sinful ritual of Dino's deliciously blurred the line between fantasy and reality. The underwear symbolized a Kyoya that didn't struggle, a Kyoya that didn't bite, and a Kyoya that stayed with him forever and ever.
Title: The Underwear (yay for lack of creativity?)
Pairing: Dino x Hibari's underwear
Rating: NC-17 because... yeah.
Summary: Dino has a dangerous obsession.
Note: Hands down, this is the weirdest thing I've ever written. And I don't think I'll stop
Okay, so before you read this, I just wanted to say that, yes, this is largely supposed to be taken as WTF/haha. But I also wanted to present a humanistic (sympathetic?) view of sexual attachment to objects (though I only scratch the surface here). Lately, I've been intrigued with this sort of stuff -- the psychology behind such fetishes -- and I still have to do more research (thanks, 8018Namimori prompt XD). I understand that not everybody likes this sort of thing, but it just needed to be written. XD
The Underwear
It started out as an innocent curiosity that led to an "accidental" swiping of one of Kyoya's dirty briefs as he snuck out early to catch a flight back to Italy. Dino told himself that it was just a souvenir, something to remember Kyoya by when they were apart. And Kyoya had lots of underwear anyways, so what would it matter, right?
The next day found Dino in ragged breaths alone in his bed, stroking himself with Kyoya's slightly-less-than-white underwear. It wasn't sickening at all. He was just blending Kyoya's leftover sex with his own and thinking to himself how damn lucky this piece of soft fabric was, being wrapped around Kyoya's private places at all times. Or at least until Dino stopped by to relieve the briefs from that job.
When it was over, Dino decided the underwear, now blemished with his own juices, was no longer good enough and that it was time to restock.
***
The underwear thieving quickly turned into a dangerous obsession. Instead of robbing Kyoya's hamper of only one underwear per love session, it evolved into two and, most recently, three. Dino found a way to increase his gratification by having an additional pair of dirty underwear (or two) on top of his face in order to breathe in Kyoya's lovely, musky scent. This way, when his tongue reached out to the cotton fabric for a little taste, he would be immediately taken back to the times when his head was caught between his lover's smooth white thighs.
This sinful ritual of Dino's deliciously blurred the line between fantasy and reality. The underwear symbolized a Kyoya that didn't struggle, a Kyoya that didn't bite, and a Kyoya that stayed with him forever and ever.