Against the Wall- Fanfic
Title: Against the Wall
Fandom: Kamen Rider Dragon Knight
Pairings/ Characters: One-sided Kit/Len
Ratings: K+, mentions of explict dreams
Summary: Kit has gotten used to spending a good portion of his day ignoring that Len had a habit of throwing him into walls.
Disclaimer: I do not own Kamen Rider Dragon Knight.
Against the Wall
Kit Taylor had gotten very good at lying to himself since he’d met Len.
He was getting used to spending a good part of his day ignoring that Len had a habit of pushing him against walls. The day didn’t feel complete until he found himself pinned between a wall and Len’s very, warm, very hard body. In fact, he was starting to feel very uncomfortable if he didn’t find himself trapped in that just as uncomfortable position.
And it wasn’t as if Len didn’t have very good reasons for the habit. There was a Rider coming, there was a monster attacking, it’s just training. The older Kamen Rider didn’t seem to find anything wrong with the fact that he often pushed his partner against any convenient wall and then proceeded to press himself against said partner instead of the open stretch of wall next to him. Len never seemed to notice just how unsettled Kit ended up every time.
But, no wait, it didn’t unsettle him. It was just bothersome, finding himself pressed against any solid, nonreflective surface at some random point in the day because Len had sensed another Rider or was trying to protect him from something. It wasn’t like the feel of Len’s breath on his ear or neck made his thoughts scatter. It wasn’t like his whole world narrowed down to Len’s arms pressing him against the wall and the feeling of the muscles in Len’s chest moving against his as they breathed. It wasn’t like the sheer heat of Len’s body made something in his stomach flutter. It wasn’t like his dreams had suddenly started to feature him or even Len sometimes taking those occurrences in a very different direction.
And it defiantly wasn’t like he woke up some nights sweating and sticky with come with Len’s name on his lips. It defiantly wasn’t like that at all.
Yeah, Kit Taylor had gotten very good at lying to himself since he’d met Len.
Fandom: Kamen Rider Dragon Knight
Pairings/ Characters: One-sided Kit/Len
Ratings: K+, mentions of explict dreams
Summary: Kit has gotten used to spending a good portion of his day ignoring that Len had a habit of throwing him into walls.
Disclaimer: I do not own Kamen Rider Dragon Knight.
Against the Wall
Kit Taylor had gotten very good at lying to himself since he’d met Len.
He was getting used to spending a good part of his day ignoring that Len had a habit of pushing him against walls. The day didn’t feel complete until he found himself pinned between a wall and Len’s very, warm, very hard body. In fact, he was starting to feel very uncomfortable if he didn’t find himself trapped in that just as uncomfortable position.
And it wasn’t as if Len didn’t have very good reasons for the habit. There was a Rider coming, there was a monster attacking, it’s just training. The older Kamen Rider didn’t seem to find anything wrong with the fact that he often pushed his partner against any convenient wall and then proceeded to press himself against said partner instead of the open stretch of wall next to him. Len never seemed to notice just how unsettled Kit ended up every time.
But, no wait, it didn’t unsettle him. It was just bothersome, finding himself pressed against any solid, nonreflective surface at some random point in the day because Len had sensed another Rider or was trying to protect him from something. It wasn’t like the feel of Len’s breath on his ear or neck made his thoughts scatter. It wasn’t like his whole world narrowed down to Len’s arms pressing him against the wall and the feeling of the muscles in Len’s chest moving against his as they breathed. It wasn’t like the sheer heat of Len’s body made something in his stomach flutter. It wasn’t like his dreams had suddenly started to feature him or even Len sometimes taking those occurrences in a very different direction.
And it defiantly wasn’t like he woke up some nights sweating and sticky with come with Len’s name on his lips. It defiantly wasn’t like that at all.
Yeah, Kit Taylor had gotten very good at lying to himself since he’d met Len.