[trc - seishirou/subaru] -satisfy (1/1)
Because Subaru and Seishirou should have some fun too. ♥
Satisfy
By: White Rain
Disclaimer: I do not own Tsubasa
Genre: Blood sucking is totally becoming a genre for me.
Pairing: Seishirou/Subaru
Word Count: 310
Rating: PG-13 for some mild sexuality and Seishirou playing with Subaru’s head.
Summary: Seishirou manipulates Subaru to suck his blood.
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“Seishirou-san,” Subaru said, confused after Seishirou had gently urged him to lie on his back on the ground and straddled his hips, “what are you doing?’
Seishirou grinned as he leaned over close enough so if he wished, he could brush his lips across Subaru’s if he moved just a fraction of an inch. The proximity made Subaru dizzy and he unconsciously pressed his head closer to the ground. The grass brushed against his cheeks, and if he wasn’t so nervous he would have giggled because it tickled.
“Aren’t you hungry, Subaru-kun?” Seishirou asked, his voice low. And, somehow he had had, without Subaru’s notice, pinned both of his wrists above his head.
“I - I couldn’t,” Subaru said. It occurred to him that he should wiggle his wrists. But if he did, he was fairly sure Seishirou would let them go and he liked being restrained. It made him feel protected and wanted. It also made him feel guilty because he knew Kamui wouldn’t like it, but he couldn’t lie to himself. And maybe it also wouldn’t be fair to Seishirou, because he seemed to like pinning and corning Subaru against things for reasons Subaru didn’t really understand and to suddenly start resisting would send mixed messages.
“Subaru-kun is much too thin,” Seishirou said reproachfully, abruptly jerking Subaru out of his thoughts.
“I’m sorry,” Subaru said, looking to the side because he couldn’t stand the look in Seishirou’s eyes head-on.
“Then,” Seishirou said, pulling away some and letting go of Subaru’s wrists, bringing in feelings of both relief and disappointment within Subaru, “would you do something about it?” He set the corner of his wrist gently on Subaru’s lips.
Subaru squeezed his eyes shut and, as gently as he could, sunk his teeth into the skin pressing insistently against his mouth.
He never saw the possessive satisfaction on Seishirou’s face.
Satisfy
By: White Rain
Disclaimer: I do not own Tsubasa
Genre: Blood sucking is totally becoming a genre for me.
Pairing: Seishirou/Subaru
Word Count: 310
Rating: PG-13 for some mild sexuality and Seishirou playing with Subaru’s head.
Summary: Seishirou manipulates Subaru to suck his blood.
-
“Seishirou-san,” Subaru said, confused after Seishirou had gently urged him to lie on his back on the ground and straddled his hips, “what are you doing?’
Seishirou grinned as he leaned over close enough so if he wished, he could brush his lips across Subaru’s if he moved just a fraction of an inch. The proximity made Subaru dizzy and he unconsciously pressed his head closer to the ground. The grass brushed against his cheeks, and if he wasn’t so nervous he would have giggled because it tickled.
“Aren’t you hungry, Subaru-kun?” Seishirou asked, his voice low. And, somehow he had had, without Subaru’s notice, pinned both of his wrists above his head.
“I - I couldn’t,” Subaru said. It occurred to him that he should wiggle his wrists. But if he did, he was fairly sure Seishirou would let them go and he liked being restrained. It made him feel protected and wanted. It also made him feel guilty because he knew Kamui wouldn’t like it, but he couldn’t lie to himself. And maybe it also wouldn’t be fair to Seishirou, because he seemed to like pinning and corning Subaru against things for reasons Subaru didn’t really understand and to suddenly start resisting would send mixed messages.
“Subaru-kun is much too thin,” Seishirou said reproachfully, abruptly jerking Subaru out of his thoughts.
“I’m sorry,” Subaru said, looking to the side because he couldn’t stand the look in Seishirou’s eyes head-on.
“Then,” Seishirou said, pulling away some and letting go of Subaru’s wrists, bringing in feelings of both relief and disappointment within Subaru, “would you do something about it?” He set the corner of his wrist gently on Subaru’s lips.
Subaru squeezed his eyes shut and, as gently as he could, sunk his teeth into the skin pressing insistently against his mouth.
He never saw the possessive satisfaction on Seishirou’s face.