just for you guys, because you're worth it
So as I constantly check the Sernando comm and it's quietness, then back at the list of my junk that I write and refuse to touch afterwords, I feel it's my responsibility to give something for those who often check the comm for some Sernando love. I wish I could say I was in a writer's block, but that wouldn't explain the constant writing I've been doing since my last post in 2011 haha. Let's just say I've wrote a bit on Fantasy Cannibalism but have drifted off into writing several random stuff. Out of that I've chosen only two to share.
Why, you furiously ask? Because the rest is an incomplete mess and not worth reading when you're gonna be left with tons of cliffhangers. These are the only two that I confidently finished. They're not much, probably nothing, but I think somebody out there would appreciate it(hopefully).
And who knows, maybe I'll find some courage to post the rest(some day, year, century)
So yeah, um, have fun with ..whatever these are.
file name: runnin' (idk)
Title: Sacred Frequency
Frozen ice windows, time flicking clean, and a hot cup of tea. The kitchen staff weren’t going to make any until later, but Sergio somehow ended up convincing them otherwise. It’s 9 in the morning and he’s jet-lagged and he’s cold and there was no way he could wait later to warm up. With three layers of blankets wrapped around himself, he’s finally found himself satisfied with the liquid sugar burning his throat.
It’s quiet, though. The more the cold builds up outside, the more Sergio would like some company-a certain fellow player whose hair fluffs out onto the pillow like golden winter, practically suffocating themselves with their own blanket seems to be Sergio’s best kind of company right about now. Although he’s asleep, Sergio wants desperately for him to wake up. It might be winter world right now, dying to snow out there and kill more heat, but selfishly he would at least like someone to suffer with him.
He could just call for his name, but he doesn’t. He knows it never works.
Sergio instead strips himself of the blankets and sets the mug of tea on the nightstand, walking over to Fernando’s bed bearing loose sweatpants and a thin roja tee. He stands over him for a bit, fingers thrust into a position of combing some of his untamed hair back, skin fresh of chill bumps, while picking through his choices set in front of him. Fernando lays there hidden and snoring lightly, without a care to what is circulating about him.
Decision fluidly made, Sergio smiles a little before he climbs on top of him, each knee on either side of Fernando’s hip. He sits there bracing his hands on Fernando’s back, smiling more when he doesn’t flinch or awake. Slight adrenaline flows in his veins and he triggers his hair to fall in his face when he leans forward, slowly pulls the barricade down from immense warmth.
Fernando lays there still asleep, though brows knitted with the contact of cold air. Sergio watches with fascination of the colors escaping his cheeks-when gliding his finger across his spotted skin, how his brows immediately fall apart.
Sergio looks at him with luminous eyes, stuck between amorous and innocent interest. He carelessly works his fingers into the softness of Fernando’s hair, silky against the tips of his fingers and wafting the scent of pomegranate conditioner, filling up his lungs and crafting mindless screws together in Sergio’s head, all of it near by madness. He brushes them back against the pillow, away from the frame of Fernando’s face, making him look like some sort of eloquent portrait against the drowsy blue tint of their room.
He catches himself falling in love with doing this forever, it seems.
“Will you never wake up.” Sergio doesn’t ask. It slithers out of him and into a husky mumble, because he honestly doesn’t care if he does or doesn’t wake up. Either way is a guarantee of that same incandescent pleasure,
“..Yes.” yet he is still answered, equally mumbled out of pure, luminescence comfort.
Fernando still keeps his eyes shut, and Sergio doesn’t mind too much, the sight of his cinnamon eyelashes flickering across his cheeks.
“Good morning.” Sergio notes to him, throat a little sore from the tea.
He can feel Fernando stretch under him, attempting to arch his back under Sergio’s weight while releasing a noncommittal hum-“Mm.” as if all along he wasn’t falling in love, too.
file name: our rhymes are what keeps us together (ikr)
Title: It's Our Universe
Fernando’s tongue working in Sergio’s mouth makes his feel weak and silly. Fernando slides it across his front teeth with skill, his only experience gained from Sergio’s mouth alone, and licks the roof of his mouth and instantly turns Sergio addicted. He realizes this power Fernando has over him and pulls away from the blistering fire that is underneath him and an inch away, full of the wildest dreams he’s ever seen.
“Sometimes I want to you crush you with my bare hands.” Sergio abashedly confesses. He dips his face near Fernando’s ear, so that he won’t see the answer scramble across the fantasy blackness that midnight and lust has made of his eyes, and his voice drops deeper, subconsciously. “Is that normal?” He can feel his sweat develop on the back of his neck, behind his ears which his hair begins to curl from the humidity, where Fer’s fingers find their way into twisting strands between them.
After moments of his teasing and light breathing, Fer lets out - “You love me so much that you can hate me.” and Sergio sighs hotly in the crook of his neck scattered in random moles and seashore flavor. He says, “I hate that I turn into a beast when I touch you.” pushing his limits and scraping his razor teeth against the vital point of honeydews that is Fer’s neck. “I hate when you talk and when you look at me-”
“I hate when you don’t.” Fernando voice rumbles against his cheek, unknowingly deep and seductive and their hips unintentionally grind together, hooked on instinctual thoughts that are too silent for any of them to process.
Privately, Sergio hums. He trails his nose to the tip of Fer’s and hums lower against his lips, so low that he can barely hear himself, and Fernando sighs out of satisfaction against them - “Hate is a strong word,” kisses them. “-so strong that it doesn’t exist.”
Sergio looks down at him, watches Fer’s eyes in sensual thought. “..I love you too much?”
“I think that’s an insanely good thing.”
“Why?”
Suddenly, Fernando’s rigid nails scratch from the bottom to the top of Sergio’s back. Leaving his entire length of tawny skin in unknowing red and burning slashes. Sergio grunts light, pointlessly, and deep-roots his hips further into Fer’s, feeling them both throb at luxurious timing.
Fernando’s eyelashes flutter, his lips beats raw from the wrath of a beast on top of him, and wholeheartedly smirks by it. “Because I hate you too much.”
Sergio face hardens in lust and his body surges into more heat. He brushes back damp golden hair that’s begun to curl onto Fer’s forehead, soaks in the sight of Fernando’s anticipated and glowing orbs, and lines up his mouth to Fer’s neck, more than ready to ravage him once more into their hours of infinite twilight zone.
lol yes that's it, hello 2012
Why, you furiously ask? Because the rest is an incomplete mess and not worth reading when you're gonna be left with tons of cliffhangers. These are the only two that I confidently finished. They're not much, probably nothing, but I think somebody out there would appreciate it(hopefully).
And who knows, maybe I'll find some courage to post the rest(some day, year, century)
So yeah, um, have fun with ..whatever these are.
file name: runnin' (idk)
Title: Sacred Frequency
Frozen ice windows, time flicking clean, and a hot cup of tea. The kitchen staff weren’t going to make any until later, but Sergio somehow ended up convincing them otherwise. It’s 9 in the morning and he’s jet-lagged and he’s cold and there was no way he could wait later to warm up. With three layers of blankets wrapped around himself, he’s finally found himself satisfied with the liquid sugar burning his throat.
It’s quiet, though. The more the cold builds up outside, the more Sergio would like some company-a certain fellow player whose hair fluffs out onto the pillow like golden winter, practically suffocating themselves with their own blanket seems to be Sergio’s best kind of company right about now. Although he’s asleep, Sergio wants desperately for him to wake up. It might be winter world right now, dying to snow out there and kill more heat, but selfishly he would at least like someone to suffer with him.
He could just call for his name, but he doesn’t. He knows it never works.
Sergio instead strips himself of the blankets and sets the mug of tea on the nightstand, walking over to Fernando’s bed bearing loose sweatpants and a thin roja tee. He stands over him for a bit, fingers thrust into a position of combing some of his untamed hair back, skin fresh of chill bumps, while picking through his choices set in front of him. Fernando lays there hidden and snoring lightly, without a care to what is circulating about him.
Decision fluidly made, Sergio smiles a little before he climbs on top of him, each knee on either side of Fernando’s hip. He sits there bracing his hands on Fernando’s back, smiling more when he doesn’t flinch or awake. Slight adrenaline flows in his veins and he triggers his hair to fall in his face when he leans forward, slowly pulls the barricade down from immense warmth.
Fernando lays there still asleep, though brows knitted with the contact of cold air. Sergio watches with fascination of the colors escaping his cheeks-when gliding his finger across his spotted skin, how his brows immediately fall apart.
Sergio looks at him with luminous eyes, stuck between amorous and innocent interest. He carelessly works his fingers into the softness of Fernando’s hair, silky against the tips of his fingers and wafting the scent of pomegranate conditioner, filling up his lungs and crafting mindless screws together in Sergio’s head, all of it near by madness. He brushes them back against the pillow, away from the frame of Fernando’s face, making him look like some sort of eloquent portrait against the drowsy blue tint of their room.
He catches himself falling in love with doing this forever, it seems.
“Will you never wake up.” Sergio doesn’t ask. It slithers out of him and into a husky mumble, because he honestly doesn’t care if he does or doesn’t wake up. Either way is a guarantee of that same incandescent pleasure,
“..Yes.” yet he is still answered, equally mumbled out of pure, luminescence comfort.
Fernando still keeps his eyes shut, and Sergio doesn’t mind too much, the sight of his cinnamon eyelashes flickering across his cheeks.
“Good morning.” Sergio notes to him, throat a little sore from the tea.
He can feel Fernando stretch under him, attempting to arch his back under Sergio’s weight while releasing a noncommittal hum-“Mm.” as if all along he wasn’t falling in love, too.
file name: our rhymes are what keeps us together (ikr)
Title: It's Our Universe
Fernando’s tongue working in Sergio’s mouth makes his feel weak and silly. Fernando slides it across his front teeth with skill, his only experience gained from Sergio’s mouth alone, and licks the roof of his mouth and instantly turns Sergio addicted. He realizes this power Fernando has over him and pulls away from the blistering fire that is underneath him and an inch away, full of the wildest dreams he’s ever seen.
“Sometimes I want to you crush you with my bare hands.” Sergio abashedly confesses. He dips his face near Fernando’s ear, so that he won’t see the answer scramble across the fantasy blackness that midnight and lust has made of his eyes, and his voice drops deeper, subconsciously. “Is that normal?” He can feel his sweat develop on the back of his neck, behind his ears which his hair begins to curl from the humidity, where Fer’s fingers find their way into twisting strands between them.
After moments of his teasing and light breathing, Fer lets out - “You love me so much that you can hate me.” and Sergio sighs hotly in the crook of his neck scattered in random moles and seashore flavor. He says, “I hate that I turn into a beast when I touch you.” pushing his limits and scraping his razor teeth against the vital point of honeydews that is Fer’s neck. “I hate when you talk and when you look at me-”
“I hate when you don’t.” Fernando voice rumbles against his cheek, unknowingly deep and seductive and their hips unintentionally grind together, hooked on instinctual thoughts that are too silent for any of them to process.
Privately, Sergio hums. He trails his nose to the tip of Fer’s and hums lower against his lips, so low that he can barely hear himself, and Fernando sighs out of satisfaction against them - “Hate is a strong word,” kisses them. “-so strong that it doesn’t exist.”
Sergio looks down at him, watches Fer’s eyes in sensual thought. “..I love you too much?”
“I think that’s an insanely good thing.”
“Why?”
Suddenly, Fernando’s rigid nails scratch from the bottom to the top of Sergio’s back. Leaving his entire length of tawny skin in unknowing red and burning slashes. Sergio grunts light, pointlessly, and deep-roots his hips further into Fer’s, feeling them both throb at luxurious timing.
Fernando’s eyelashes flutter, his lips beats raw from the wrath of a beast on top of him, and wholeheartedly smirks by it. “Because I hate you too much.”
Sergio face hardens in lust and his body surges into more heat. He brushes back damp golden hair that’s begun to curl onto Fer’s forehead, soaks in the sight of Fernando’s anticipated and glowing orbs, and lines up his mouth to Fer’s neck, more than ready to ravage him once more into their hours of infinite twilight zone.
lol yes that's it, hello 2012