Lip Smackers o1/o1
Title: Lip Smackers
Author:
faustusfaustine
Pairings: Tora X Hiroto
Overall Rating: PG-13
Genre: Fluff, angst
Summary: Menthol lipgloss are the best for kissing.
Notes: Guess where I got the basic concept from. HAHAHA
His ruby red lips curved into a devious smirk as he walked across parquet flooring, mindful not to make a sound as his fleshy toes squished against the surface with every step. He knew that Tora was asleep on that soft leather sofa and he decided to play a little prank on him.
Just as he reached the edge of the sofa, the raven haired man’s calm and handsome looks seem so much closer to Hiroto, making him turn beet red. He took his time as he moved closer to him, letting those huge brown orbs take in that fair skin, that sharp nose and thin lips that screamed kissing. He carefully let his fingers reach his jean pocket and took out that bottle of glittering liquid.
A tube of lipgloss.
He screwed the cap off with minimal strength, as if using more strength will wake the sleeping man up. The sticky glittery liquid threatened to drip off as the applicator was taken away from its container, Hiroto laughed softly as he stared at that shimmery wonder, Tora will most probably run after Saga for playing such a prank on him…
After all, the lipgloss belonged to Saga.
With a swift but careful stroke, Hiroto applied the gloss on his lips.
Now, Tora’s lips needed to be kissed more than ever.
Then again, Hiroto knows that there is no way that anyone would want to kiss him anyway, especially someone as straight as Tora. He sighed a little as the resignation and was glad that he can get Tora’s attention by doing such things every now and then.
Since Tora always asked Hiroto to remove the gloss for him.
Yet, that favor always hurt Hiroto’s heart as all he can do is to glide the solution soaked cotton across those soft lips that he craved for and not kiss them.
He closed the cap and slowly walked out of the room, waiting for him to run to him to remove the gloss. As he took his time to walk out, he glanced at the shocking pink bottle.
Added Menthol for that extra pout! <3
‘Oh shi…’, was all Hiroto can curse in his mind before feeling a surge of warmth at his back and holding him.
“Caught you,” Tora chuckled softly, and proceeded to give Hiroto a chaste kiss on the lips, transferring some of the lipgloss on those pair of pouty lips.
Hiroto could only gawk in shock as he felt those pair of lips that he ever dreamt of on his own.
“But…” the younger man stuttered.
“You know, this color looks so much better on you than I do,” Tora said thoughtfully.
Hiroto can only lay his head on Tora’s chest as he tried to hide his impending blush.
“Look at me,” Tora said in a gentle tone.
Hiroto’s brown orbs immediately met with his dark ones and saw those eyes close as he felt a surge of warmth on his lips again, mingling with the coolness from the menthol.
He smiled to himself, not wanting this to end.
Even if it is just an illusion.
For a moment.
Just then, he realized that the sudden warmth was gone, only the coolness of the menthol was left.
‘Ah, playing with Tora’s makeup is so dangerous’, the younger man thought as he fiddled with the bottle alone in the makeup room.
Even if it is just an illusion, the thought of indirectly kissing Tora by using his lip gloss made Hiroto happy.
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;; A ;; This is what happens when you intend something to be fluffy and you happen to be hearing a sad song and it becomes sad.
;; A ;; sob
Author:
faustusfaustine
Pairings: Tora X Hiroto
Overall Rating: PG-13
Genre: Fluff, angst
Summary: Menthol lipgloss are the best for kissing.
Notes: Guess where I got the basic concept from. HAHAHA
His ruby red lips curved into a devious smirk as he walked across parquet flooring, mindful not to make a sound as his fleshy toes squished against the surface with every step. He knew that Tora was asleep on that soft leather sofa and he decided to play a little prank on him.
Just as he reached the edge of the sofa, the raven haired man’s calm and handsome looks seem so much closer to Hiroto, making him turn beet red. He took his time as he moved closer to him, letting those huge brown orbs take in that fair skin, that sharp nose and thin lips that screamed kissing. He carefully let his fingers reach his jean pocket and took out that bottle of glittering liquid.
A tube of lipgloss.
He screwed the cap off with minimal strength, as if using more strength will wake the sleeping man up. The sticky glittery liquid threatened to drip off as the applicator was taken away from its container, Hiroto laughed softly as he stared at that shimmery wonder, Tora will most probably run after Saga for playing such a prank on him…
After all, the lipgloss belonged to Saga.
With a swift but careful stroke, Hiroto applied the gloss on his lips.
Now, Tora’s lips needed to be kissed more than ever.
Then again, Hiroto knows that there is no way that anyone would want to kiss him anyway, especially someone as straight as Tora. He sighed a little as the resignation and was glad that he can get Tora’s attention by doing such things every now and then.
Since Tora always asked Hiroto to remove the gloss for him.
Yet, that favor always hurt Hiroto’s heart as all he can do is to glide the solution soaked cotton across those soft lips that he craved for and not kiss them.
He closed the cap and slowly walked out of the room, waiting for him to run to him to remove the gloss. As he took his time to walk out, he glanced at the shocking pink bottle.
Added Menthol for that extra pout! <3
‘Oh shi…’, was all Hiroto can curse in his mind before feeling a surge of warmth at his back and holding him.
“Caught you,” Tora chuckled softly, and proceeded to give Hiroto a chaste kiss on the lips, transferring some of the lipgloss on those pair of pouty lips.
Hiroto could only gawk in shock as he felt those pair of lips that he ever dreamt of on his own.
“But…” the younger man stuttered.
“You know, this color looks so much better on you than I do,” Tora said thoughtfully.
Hiroto can only lay his head on Tora’s chest as he tried to hide his impending blush.
“Look at me,” Tora said in a gentle tone.
Hiroto’s brown orbs immediately met with his dark ones and saw those eyes close as he felt a surge of warmth on his lips again, mingling with the coolness from the menthol.
He smiled to himself, not wanting this to end.
Even if it is just an illusion.
For a moment.
Just then, he realized that the sudden warmth was gone, only the coolness of the menthol was left.
‘Ah, playing with Tora’s makeup is so dangerous’, the younger man thought as he fiddled with the bottle alone in the makeup room.
Even if it is just an illusion, the thought of indirectly kissing Tora by using his lip gloss made Hiroto happy.
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;; A ;; This is what happens when you intend something to be fluffy and you happen to be hearing a sad song and it becomes sad.
;; A ;; sob