[Original Fiction] Merry Christmas tygati, Take 2!
To make up for the lack of kisses in the first attempt at Christmas fic for tygati, I wrote this Kit/Kite short! It is short because the author is shy. Sad, but true.
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The problem with having one's teenaged brother around the house was that it was suddenly much more difficult to enjoy the simple things in life, such as seducing your boyfriend while he was reading on the couch.
Given that Kite had just seen Thomas safely on a flight to Queensland, he was feeling pretty confident of his chances to enjoy that particular pleasure as soon as possible.
Kit was lying on his back on the couch, book held up above his face. He murmured a distracted hello as Kite walked into the room.
Kite smirked and walked over to perch on the edge of the sofa next to him. He reached out a hand to gently play with Kit's hair until he put the book aside to look at him.
"Got something on your mind?" asked Kit, archly.
"Mm," said Kite, leaning forward to kiss him. Kit didn't even try to resist, which he sometimes missed because Kit was really disgustingly cute when he was flustered. But it was nice to just be able to relax into a passionate kiss without thought of repurcussions.
This position was twisting his neck at an odd angle, so he readjusted himself until he was sitting on top of Kit.
"I take it that's a yes," said Kit, cheeks slightly flushed.
Kite didn't deign to respond, and instead occupied himself by lifting Kit's hand and gently tugging at the fingers of the glove until the whole thing slipped off. Learning your partner's kinks was always a plus, and he loved the way Kit's eyes darkened and breath hitched as Kite kissed his fingertips.
Unbuttoning clothing without touching wasn't exactly a traditional telekinetic skill, but Kite thought it was well worth the time he'd spent practising it.
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The problem with having one's teenaged brother around the house was that it was suddenly much more difficult to enjoy the simple things in life, such as seducing your boyfriend while he was reading on the couch.
Given that Kite had just seen Thomas safely on a flight to Queensland, he was feeling pretty confident of his chances to enjoy that particular pleasure as soon as possible.
Kit was lying on his back on the couch, book held up above his face. He murmured a distracted hello as Kite walked into the room.
Kite smirked and walked over to perch on the edge of the sofa next to him. He reached out a hand to gently play with Kit's hair until he put the book aside to look at him.
"Got something on your mind?" asked Kit, archly.
"Mm," said Kite, leaning forward to kiss him. Kit didn't even try to resist, which he sometimes missed because Kit was really disgustingly cute when he was flustered. But it was nice to just be able to relax into a passionate kiss without thought of repurcussions.
This position was twisting his neck at an odd angle, so he readjusted himself until he was sitting on top of Kit.
"I take it that's a yes," said Kit, cheeks slightly flushed.
Kite didn't deign to respond, and instead occupied himself by lifting Kit's hand and gently tugging at the fingers of the glove until the whole thing slipped off. Learning your partner's kinks was always a plus, and he loved the way Kit's eyes darkened and breath hitched as Kite kissed his fingertips.
Unbuttoning clothing without touching wasn't exactly a traditional telekinetic skill, but Kite thought it was well worth the time he'd spent practising it.