[Get Backers] fanfic
Title: Another Plan
Author: espial
Fandom: Get Backers
Pairing: Midou Ban/Amano Ginji
Rating: R
Word Count: 651
Summary: Ban comes up with something else to do.
Disclaimer: I do not own, nor do I make profit from Getbackers.
Author's Notes: Originally for springkink Prompt:Midou Ban/Amano Ginji: neck fetishization (nape of the neck, throat, hickeys, etc) - I like your hair. Many thanks to my beta sunlesslands. Con-crit is appreciated, comments are welcomed.
Ban collapsed on the couch, tension seeping out of his body as he sunk into the overstuffed cushions. He could hear Ginji moving around the tiny apartment, agitated with the result of their earlier attempts at retrieval . Ban refused to call it a failure- they just needed a different approach. Eyes closed, head tipped back, he tried to clear his mind, though his attention kept turning to Ginji. He couldn’t allow his partner to get injured again, and he had a sinking suspicion that Ginji was down playing his injuries.
"Ban-chan?" Ginji stopped pacing, and stood right in front of Ban. He could feel the press of Ginji’s legs against his own, could hear the concern in the other man’s voice. He opened his eyes, and in one fluid motion, pulled Ginji down onto the couch. Ginji struggled, Ban shifted his weight, and pushed; Ginji’s back hit the couch with a dull thump. Ban straddled Ginji’s waist, hands sliding under his shirt, searching for further injury.
Ginji’s reassurances were choked by laughter as Ban’s fingers found a particularly ticklish spot. Further protest was halted when Ban leaned in, pressed his mouth to Ginji’s in a hesitant kiss. Ban’s breath caught in his throat, heartbeat loud to his own ears. “Again,” Ginji stared up at Ban, lower lip caught between his teeth. “Kiss me again.”
Ban kissed Ginji again, convinced that his heart stopped beating when Ginji responded. Shifting to settle between his legs, Ban deepened the kiss, amazed at how good it felt. Blunt fingernails skimmed down Ginji’s torso, the blond’s moan swallowed up by the kiss. Ban grinned, nipped at Ginji’s lower lip, kissed along his jaw. Ginji’s hands slid around Ban’s waist, fingertips tracing up Ban’s spine. Ginji arched up against him crying out when Ban rubbed his hand over his erection teasing Ginji until he shook.
"Want me to stop?" Ban muttered against Ginji’s neck, tongue tracing along the pulse point, waiting for a response. Ginji shivered under him, Ban nibbling along the curve of his neck, hand still moving slowly, fingertips tracing Ginji’s cock base to tip, back again.
"No-" Ginji’s voice broke, his hips rocked upward, rubbing himself against Ban’s hand. "Don’t stop."
Ban kissed up Ginji’s neck, amused when the blond attempted to muffle the sounds he made. Each kiss lasted longer; Ban sucked the skin, turned it a dull red, which turned darker. Ginji squirmed under him, head tilted back, neck arched, Ban licked a long line along the hot skin. Another kiss to Ginji’s mouth- Ban raised himself up, hands impatiently fumbling with the buckle of Ginji’s belt. Ban’s hand closed around Ginji’s cock, stroked him awkwardly. Ban had done this often in his own mind, faced with his fantasies coming to reality he hesitated. Ginji’s cock was hard and heavy, thicker than his own. Ban started when Ginji’s fingers wrapped around his hand, moving it for him.
Embarrassed, Ban turned his attention once more to Ginji’s neck, the blond’s soft moans sent the skin vibrating under his lips. He bit lightly, teeth pinched just enough to earn a quiet whimper of pain. Ban sucked at the reddened spot, tongue soothing further discomfort. Ginji’s hands gripped at Ban, one leg hooked over his hips as Ban continued to jerk him off. Ginji’s voice rose, Ban’s name repeated, each time more desperate than the last. Ban watched entranced as Ginji tensed under him, body rocking up, crashed against him as he came. Ginji flopped back against the couch, breathless, panting Ban’s name still on his mouth as Ban kissed him.
"You all right?" Ban muttered, untangling himself gently. Unceremoniously, he wiped his hand on the throw blanket spread on the back of the couch, while Ginji rearranged his clothing.
"Yeah." Ginji was still a bit breathless, and Ban smirked in satisfaction when he saw some of the kiss marks already darkening to hickeys.
Author: espial
Fandom: Get Backers
Pairing: Midou Ban/Amano Ginji
Rating: R
Word Count: 651
Summary: Ban comes up with something else to do.
Disclaimer: I do not own, nor do I make profit from Getbackers.
Author's Notes: Originally for springkink Prompt:Midou Ban/Amano Ginji: neck fetishization (nape of the neck, throat, hickeys, etc) - I like your hair. Many thanks to my beta sunlesslands. Con-crit is appreciated, comments are welcomed.
Ban collapsed on the couch, tension seeping out of his body as he sunk into the overstuffed cushions. He could hear Ginji moving around the tiny apartment, agitated with the result of their earlier attempts at retrieval . Ban refused to call it a failure- they just needed a different approach. Eyes closed, head tipped back, he tried to clear his mind, though his attention kept turning to Ginji. He couldn’t allow his partner to get injured again, and he had a sinking suspicion that Ginji was down playing his injuries.
"Ban-chan?" Ginji stopped pacing, and stood right in front of Ban. He could feel the press of Ginji’s legs against his own, could hear the concern in the other man’s voice. He opened his eyes, and in one fluid motion, pulled Ginji down onto the couch. Ginji struggled, Ban shifted his weight, and pushed; Ginji’s back hit the couch with a dull thump. Ban straddled Ginji’s waist, hands sliding under his shirt, searching for further injury.
Ginji’s reassurances were choked by laughter as Ban’s fingers found a particularly ticklish spot. Further protest was halted when Ban leaned in, pressed his mouth to Ginji’s in a hesitant kiss. Ban’s breath caught in his throat, heartbeat loud to his own ears. “Again,” Ginji stared up at Ban, lower lip caught between his teeth. “Kiss me again.”
Ban kissed Ginji again, convinced that his heart stopped beating when Ginji responded. Shifting to settle between his legs, Ban deepened the kiss, amazed at how good it felt. Blunt fingernails skimmed down Ginji’s torso, the blond’s moan swallowed up by the kiss. Ban grinned, nipped at Ginji’s lower lip, kissed along his jaw. Ginji’s hands slid around Ban’s waist, fingertips tracing up Ban’s spine. Ginji arched up against him crying out when Ban rubbed his hand over his erection teasing Ginji until he shook.
"Want me to stop?" Ban muttered against Ginji’s neck, tongue tracing along the pulse point, waiting for a response. Ginji shivered under him, Ban nibbling along the curve of his neck, hand still moving slowly, fingertips tracing Ginji’s cock base to tip, back again.
"No-" Ginji’s voice broke, his hips rocked upward, rubbing himself against Ban’s hand. "Don’t stop."
Ban kissed up Ginji’s neck, amused when the blond attempted to muffle the sounds he made. Each kiss lasted longer; Ban sucked the skin, turned it a dull red, which turned darker. Ginji squirmed under him, head tilted back, neck arched, Ban licked a long line along the hot skin. Another kiss to Ginji’s mouth- Ban raised himself up, hands impatiently fumbling with the buckle of Ginji’s belt. Ban’s hand closed around Ginji’s cock, stroked him awkwardly. Ban had done this often in his own mind, faced with his fantasies coming to reality he hesitated. Ginji’s cock was hard and heavy, thicker than his own. Ban started when Ginji’s fingers wrapped around his hand, moving it for him.
Embarrassed, Ban turned his attention once more to Ginji’s neck, the blond’s soft moans sent the skin vibrating under his lips. He bit lightly, teeth pinched just enough to earn a quiet whimper of pain. Ban sucked at the reddened spot, tongue soothing further discomfort. Ginji’s hands gripped at Ban, one leg hooked over his hips as Ban continued to jerk him off. Ginji’s voice rose, Ban’s name repeated, each time more desperate than the last. Ban watched entranced as Ginji tensed under him, body rocking up, crashed against him as he came. Ginji flopped back against the couch, breathless, panting Ban’s name still on his mouth as Ban kissed him.
"You all right?" Ban muttered, untangling himself gently. Unceremoniously, he wiped his hand on the throw blanket spread on the back of the couch, while Ginji rearranged his clothing.
"Yeah." Ginji was still a bit breathless, and Ban smirked in satisfaction when he saw some of the kiss marks already darkening to hickeys.