[Drabble] Breathless
Title: Breathless
Author: kryss_delrhei
Fandom: DRAMAtical Murder
Type: Video Game / Visual Novel
Characters/Pairing: Koujaku/Aoba
Word Count: 169
Genre: General
Rating: G
Warning: None
Summary: Koujaku loves it when Aoba is breathless.
Disclaimer: I do not own - nor the characters, just borrowing them from - for a little while.
Author's Notes: The purpose of the challenge was to use a sentence from the previous drabble. The sentence in bold is the one I used.
Prompt: writerverse : Challenge #28 - Drabble Tree
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Aoba whimpered, “No more. I’ve had enough.”
He angrily swatted at the hands that kept attacking his abdomen, “Seriously, stop!” He punched Koujaku in the stomach, though not entirely as hard as he had wanted to hit his boyfriend. The brunette grunted in pain, though released a laugh as he continued to wiggle his fingers into Aoba’s sides.
“Stop tickling me!” Aoba screamed, laughter tearing him up, the air in his lungs heavy as he continuously shoved and pushed. “Don’t you ever listen to me?”
“I like it when you’re breathless,” Koujaku grunted, barely avoiding a swing to his head, “Aoba, stop struggling!” He laughed, digging his fingers into his boyfriend’s sides.
“Then stop tickling me!”
“Nope!”
Aoba laughed, tears rolling down his sides, even through all his anger, “You are so annoying!”
“But you love me!” Koujaku snuck a quick kiss to his cheek, before pulling away.
“I do love you,” Aoba slumped on the bed, breathing heavily, his sides tingling with pain, “but right now… I don’t.”
Author: kryss_delrhei
Fandom: DRAMAtical Murder
Type: Video Game / Visual Novel
Characters/Pairing: Koujaku/Aoba
Word Count: 169
Genre: General
Rating: G
Warning: None
Summary: Koujaku loves it when Aoba is breathless.
Disclaimer: I do not own - nor the characters, just borrowing them from - for a little while.
Author's Notes: The purpose of the challenge was to use a sentence from the previous drabble. The sentence in bold is the one I used.
Prompt: writerverse : Challenge #28 - Drabble Tree
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Aoba whimpered, “No more. I’ve had enough.”
He angrily swatted at the hands that kept attacking his abdomen, “Seriously, stop!” He punched Koujaku in the stomach, though not entirely as hard as he had wanted to hit his boyfriend. The brunette grunted in pain, though released a laugh as he continued to wiggle his fingers into Aoba’s sides.
“Stop tickling me!” Aoba screamed, laughter tearing him up, the air in his lungs heavy as he continuously shoved and pushed. “Don’t you ever listen to me?”
“I like it when you’re breathless,” Koujaku grunted, barely avoiding a swing to his head, “Aoba, stop struggling!” He laughed, digging his fingers into his boyfriend’s sides.
“Then stop tickling me!”
“Nope!”
Aoba laughed, tears rolling down his sides, even through all his anger, “You are so annoying!”
“But you love me!” Koujaku snuck a quick kiss to his cheek, before pulling away.
“I do love you,” Aoba slumped on the bed, breathing heavily, his sides tingling with pain, “but right now… I don’t.”