Hagakure [3/?]
anonymous
October 5 2011, 06:17:04 UTC
Japan nods then, before he slips his arms out of the kote, revealing the sleeves of robe he wears beneath the armour. He rests his right hand over the iron shell of the armour enclosed around his torso.
“The body armour itself is called the dō and this particular design is known as tosei-gusoku. The bottom of the dō is where you attach the kusazuri, a skirt made of metal plates to protect the upper thighs and hips.”
Japan trails his hand steadily, almost teasingly across his chest then, all the while keeping his eyes locked on Greece’s, his gaze intense. Greece finds himself drawn to the movement, even as he tries his best to maintain eye contact. Japan doesn’t seem to mind however, and Greece swears that he glimpsed a fleeting smirk across the corners of the other man’s lips.
When his fingers reach the left end of his torso, Japan deftly unfastens the cords that holds the armour shut and slides it off, the kusazuri clinking softly like metal chimes. A simple action as such should not be so arousing, Greece thinks to himself. But Greece has always liked to watch Japan when he does things; when he dons an apron and ties a scarf over his hair to prepare dinner in the kitchen, or when he meticulously sweeps up the dried leaves in the garden. He has always liked watching Japan, and he especially likes to watch Japan undress himself.
With the dō removed, Greece can clearly see now the sheerness of the blue hitatare covering Japan’s torso, the gentle slope of his collarbone peeking out from the hem. As if he knew where Greece’s eyes are trained at, Japan chooses then to skirt a finger tentatively over his collarbone, drawing Greece’s attention ever more to imagine what it must feel like to brush that rosy pink skin with his own fingers and how it would taste like if he can run his own tongue down the length of Japan’s neck to his chest and nipples....
The light clink of metal breaks Greece from his amorous musings to focus once more on the remaining parts of Japan’s samurai armour. He watches intently as Japan proceeds to remove the thigh guards (“-haidate-”) and the greaves (“-suneate-”) wrapped around his shins. And suddenly Japan was just Japan, dressed only in his simple hakama and hitatare, and his obi must have somehow gotten loose during his lesson on samurai armour. The knot hangs limp now, like it can be pulled off easily with just a gentle tug... Greece lifts his gaze to meets Japan’s, sees the fervor within those dark eyes, alluring and inviting, and he can’t hold back any longer.
Greece moves then, one hand cupping that perfect-picture face to bring it closer to him, their lips meeting in a bruising kiss. With his other hand, he pulls off the blue robes at the same time it takes Japan to remove all of Greece’s clothing. They continue to kiss deeply, teeth gently nipping over sensitive spots and fingers trailing over skin.
I actually hadn't meant to fill this at all. But well, my muse is fickle. Sorry to hear about school and life; it can so bitchy sometimes D:
Aaah no, I don't mind at all! I appreciate crit a lot actually, it really helps me to pick out what to improve on my writing. And err, I must've accidentally slipped back into past tense at some parts right? OTL
Thank you for the encouragement, I'll try to get this done soon ~♥
I really like this fill so far, and the shameless costume porn it provides (you're not the only one getting turned on, Greece). I'll be eagerly waiting for the rest of this fill and its porn!
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anonymous
October 7 2011, 06:36:09 UTC
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*wipes drool off keyboard and saves hawtsamurai!Japan pic to computer*
Please do continue this fill soon, author!non. I love your imagery and the detail you put into Japan's samurai gear, and the slow build-up of sensuality between hawt samurai Japan and fascinated Greece was great to read. There will be sexytimes in the next parts, right?
Hagakure [4/?]
anonymous
October 8 2011, 22:44:30 UTC
Greece takes Japan’s wrist in his hand, pulling him close to press their bodies together. He flicks his tongue slowly, teasingly over the roof of Japan’s mouth, eliciting a soft gasp of pleasure from him. Japan can be perverse, with a fondness for bonds, among other odd kinks. He is aware of this, of his own perversion, but with the actual physical act itself, he is usually reserved; always in control, always proper. Intimacy is sacred, after all, and affection for another does not need to be overdone, especially not before public eyes.
But with Greece, it is always different. With Greece, he finds himself relaxing, gradually disregarding all reservations in favour of the burning desire within. With Greece, Japan foregoes all sense of propriety, allowing himself to be swept away by these many sensations and to give into the lust that Greece so often evokes in him. He gently pushes Greece down on the tatami mat to straddle over him, planting feather-soft kisses over toned muscles, lingering only to deliver a soft bite here and a teasing nibble there.
Greece lets out a quiet moan as Japan continues to kiss and lick, feeling his breath against his skin and the enticing wetness as Japan trails his tongue tantalizingly downwards. He gasps, bucking his hips upwards when Japan kisses at the growing warmth between his thighs. Japan knows Greece enjoys this, when he takes on the role of nenja and plays the assertive lover - remnants of a shared tradition, of mutual erotic attraction and of aesthetic pleasure - the way of youths, it is called. It lets his partner laze a bit, but Japan suspects that Greece enjoys it more because he loves glimpsing this fierce, raw hunger Japan displays only when they are entangled together like this.
He shudders as Japan traces his fingers down his sides, from his ribs to the slope of his hip bone, gasping in pleasure when Japan’s hand finally encircles him and begins to pump. Toes curling and fingers digging into the tatami mat, Greece writhes as Japan laps at the glans, trailing a moist tongue teasingly around the length of his shaft. He curses softly at the sight of Japan being so unintentionally (or not) seductive and Greece is almost certain he will lose it before Japan can even take him.
Just as he nears his peak, Japan abruptly pulls away, releasing his hold and Greece has to bite back a hiss of protest. He wraps his thighs around Japan’s waist, want burning in his gut, trying to draw his partner closer. Japan laughs softly then, and Greece feels the feathery brush of his hair as Japan kisses all over his body again, teeth nipping at flesh before he aligns himself and then, gently, oh so gently, eases himself in.
Greece’s breath hitches as Japan stretches and fills him, completely sheathing himself in. His short, sharp gasps gradually increase in volume as Japan begins to grind and roll his hips, thrusting deep into him. He feels his skin flaring and tastes the salty tang of sweat upon his lips as Japan continues to move; a musician so skilled in his playing that Greece feels the coils within the pit of his belly stretched out taut like the strings of a shamisen.
Hagakure [5/5]
anonymous
October 8 2011, 22:52:47 UTC
Japan moves, sliding in and out over that sweet, delicious spot and then Greece feels the overwhelming rush of heat, feels the coils finally snap and he arches his back, crying out at the peak of his climax. A hiss and a groan, fingers clawing desperately at tanned shoulders, and then Japan follows suit, riding out the last of the waves before he sinks back down beside Greece.
Sated, they lay in silence for a moment, waiting for their breaths to settle, their skin slick with sweat and their cheeks flushed with post-coital bliss.
“You know,” the Grecian finally says, rolling himself to his side. “As sore as my ass is going to be later, this was possibly one of the best lays I’ve had. We should try out more of your kinks next time."
Japan coughs, a slight blush tinged across his cheeks. “Please express it more mildly, I̱raklí̱s.”
As always, Greece chuckles softly then, eyes filled with mirth, before he draws close to entangle their bodies again.
And like always, Japan sighs, but allows himself a tiny smirk anyway, bringing their lips together in a soft kiss once more.
-owari-
- - - - - Notes:
Hagakure - literally meaning ‘hidden by the leaves’ or simply, ‘hidden leaves’. It is a practical and spiritual guide for a warrior, drawn from a collection of commentaries by the samurai Yamamoto Tsunetomo, Tsuramoto Tashiro compiled these commentaries from his conversations with Tsunetomo from 1709 to 1716. Hagakure is also known as 'The Book of the Samurai, Analects of Nabeshima or Hagakure Analects.'
According to how it is written in kanji, Hagakure can also mean ‘hidden virtues’, ‘hidden service’ and also ‘hidden love’.
zanbuton - Japanese cushion for sitting
seiza - ‘proper sitting’; the traditional formal way of sitting, kneeling on the floor with legs folding underneath the thighs while resting the rear on the heels.
nenja - the older partner in a shudō relationship. Much like how pederasty was practiced in Ancient Greece, the nenja is acts as a mentor to the wakashū (‘young person’), teaching him martial skills, warrior etiquette and the samurai code of honor, while desiring to be a good role model to his younger apprentice. The nenja was usually the active, desiring, penetrative partner with the wakashū playing more of the submissive partner.
wakashūdo or shudō - ‘the way of youths’
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- While it is not impossible for a samurai to wear his own armour by himself, usually they have someone else to help them put on the gear. Let’s just pretend that Japan is very skilled with his hands.
- I tried my best to work in shudō as per the bonus request. It proved to be somewhat difficult, though, so the best I could do was some small allusions to the practice x_X
- I apologize for taking so long with the second bit; real-life kidnapped me and my muse was being fickle. So sorry for the wait! That said, I hope you enjoy reading the updated bits ♥
I didn't mind the wait; it was actually a pretty short wait and I'm happy to get some shudō action in this conclusion (top!Japan ftw). I especially love the little "please express it more mildly" callback line; only Japan would say that just after buttfucking someone.
“The body armour itself is called the dō and this particular design is known as tosei-gusoku. The bottom of the dō is where you attach the kusazuri, a skirt made of metal plates to protect the upper thighs and hips.”
Japan trails his hand steadily, almost teasingly across his chest then, all the while keeping his eyes locked on Greece’s, his gaze intense. Greece finds himself drawn to the movement, even as he tries his best to maintain eye contact. Japan doesn’t seem to mind however, and Greece swears that he glimpsed a fleeting smirk across the corners of the other man’s lips.
When his fingers reach the left end of his torso, Japan deftly unfastens the cords that holds the armour shut and slides it off, the kusazuri clinking softly like metal chimes. A simple action as such should not be so arousing, Greece thinks to himself. But Greece has always liked to watch Japan when he does things; when he dons an apron and ties a scarf over his hair to prepare dinner in the kitchen, or when he meticulously sweeps up the dried leaves in the garden. He has always liked watching Japan, and he especially likes to watch Japan undress himself.
With the dō removed, Greece can clearly see now the sheerness of the blue hitatare covering Japan’s torso, the gentle slope of his collarbone peeking out from the hem. As if he knew where Greece’s eyes are trained at, Japan chooses then to skirt a finger tentatively over his collarbone, drawing Greece’s attention ever more to imagine what it must feel like to brush that rosy pink skin with his own fingers and how it would taste like if he can run his own tongue down the length of Japan’s neck to his chest and nipples....
The light clink of metal breaks Greece from his amorous musings to focus once more on the remaining parts of Japan’s samurai armour. He watches intently as Japan proceeds to remove the thigh guards (“-haidate-”) and the greaves (“-suneate-”) wrapped around his shins. And suddenly Japan was just Japan, dressed only in his simple hakama and hitatare, and his obi must have somehow gotten loose during his lesson on samurai armour. The knot hangs limp now, like it can be pulled off easily with just a gentle tug... Greece lifts his gaze to meets Japan’s, sees the fervor within those dark eyes, alluring and inviting, and he can’t hold back any longer.
Greece moves then, one hand cupping that perfect-picture face to bring it closer to him, their lips meeting in a bruising kiss. With his other hand, he pulls off the blue robes at the same time it takes Japan to remove all of Greece’s clothing. They continue to kiss deeply, teeth gently nipping over sensitive spots and fingers trailing over skin.
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Until then... um, um have some Japan looking all badass and hawt in samurai gear: http://i52.tinypic.com/11173mh.jpg
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Authornon, your fill is looking really promising so far. I can't wait to see what happens next!
Um, do you mind a little concrit? There's just a tiny grammar issue I noticed, but I don't want to give concrit where it isn't wanted.
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Aaah no, I don't mind at all! I appreciate crit a lot actually, it really helps me to pick out what to improve on my writing. And err, I must've accidentally slipped back into past tense at some parts right? OTL
Thank you for the encouragement, I'll try to get this done soon ~♥
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*wipes drool off keyboard and saves hawtsamurai!Japan pic to computer*
Please do continue this fill soon, author!non. I love your imagery and the detail you put into Japan's samurai gear, and the slow build-up of sensuality between hawt samurai Japan and fascinated Greece was great to read. There will be sexytimes in the next parts, right?
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But with Greece, it is always different. With Greece, he finds himself relaxing, gradually disregarding all reservations in favour of the burning desire within. With Greece, Japan foregoes all sense of propriety, allowing himself to be swept away by these many sensations and to give into the lust that Greece so often evokes in him. He gently pushes Greece down on the tatami mat to straddle over him, planting feather-soft kisses over toned muscles, lingering only to deliver a soft bite here and a teasing nibble there.
Greece lets out a quiet moan as Japan continues to kiss and lick, feeling his breath against his skin and the enticing wetness as Japan trails his tongue tantalizingly downwards. He gasps, bucking his hips upwards when Japan kisses at the growing warmth between his thighs. Japan knows Greece enjoys this, when he takes on the role of nenja and plays the assertive lover - remnants of a shared tradition, of mutual erotic attraction and of aesthetic pleasure - the way of youths, it is called. It lets his partner laze a bit, but Japan suspects that Greece enjoys it more because he loves glimpsing this fierce, raw hunger Japan displays only when they are entangled together like this.
He shudders as Japan traces his fingers down his sides, from his ribs to the slope of his hip bone, gasping in pleasure when Japan’s hand finally encircles him and begins to pump. Toes curling and fingers digging into the tatami mat, Greece writhes as Japan laps at the glans, trailing a moist tongue teasingly around the length of his shaft. He curses softly at the sight of Japan being so unintentionally (or not) seductive and Greece is almost certain he will lose it before Japan can even take him.
Just as he nears his peak, Japan abruptly pulls away, releasing his hold and Greece has to bite back a hiss of protest. He wraps his thighs around Japan’s waist, want burning in his gut, trying to draw his partner closer. Japan laughs softly then, and Greece feels the feathery brush of his hair as Japan kisses all over his body again, teeth nipping at flesh before he aligns himself and then, gently, oh so gently, eases himself in.
Greece’s breath hitches as Japan stretches and fills him, completely sheathing himself in. His short, sharp gasps gradually increase in volume as Japan begins to grind and roll his hips, thrusting deep into him. He feels his skin flaring and tastes the salty tang of sweat upon his lips as Japan continues to move; a musician so skilled in his playing that Greece feels the coils within the pit of his belly stretched out taut like the strings of a shamisen.
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Sated, they lay in silence for a moment, waiting for their breaths to settle, their skin slick with sweat and their cheeks flushed with post-coital bliss.
“You know,” the Grecian finally says, rolling himself to his side. “As sore as my ass is going to be later, this was possibly one of the best lays I’ve had. We should try out more of your kinks next time."
Japan coughs, a slight blush tinged across his cheeks. “Please express it more mildly, I̱raklí̱s.”
As always, Greece chuckles softly then, eyes filled with mirth, before he draws close to entangle their bodies again.
And like always, Japan sighs, but allows himself a tiny smirk anyway, bringing their lips together in a soft kiss once more.
-owari-
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Notes:
Hagakure - literally meaning ‘hidden by the leaves’ or simply, ‘hidden leaves’. It is a practical and spiritual guide for a warrior, drawn from a collection of commentaries by the samurai Yamamoto Tsunetomo, Tsuramoto Tashiro compiled these commentaries from his conversations with Tsunetomo from 1709 to 1716. Hagakure is also known as 'The Book of the Samurai, Analects of Nabeshima or Hagakure Analects.'
According to how it is written in kanji, Hagakure can also mean ‘hidden virtues’, ‘hidden service’ and also ‘hidden love’.
zanbuton - Japanese cushion for sitting
seiza - ‘proper sitting’; the traditional formal way of sitting, kneeling on the floor with legs folding underneath the thighs while resting the rear on the heels.
nenja - the older partner in a shudō relationship. Much like how pederasty was practiced in Ancient Greece, the nenja is acts as a mentor to the wakashū (‘young person’), teaching him martial skills, warrior etiquette and the samurai code of honor, while desiring to be a good role model to his younger apprentice. The nenja was usually the active, desiring, penetrative partner with the wakashū playing more of the submissive partner.
wakashūdo or shudō - ‘the way of youths’
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- While it is not impossible for a samurai to wear his own armour by himself, usually they have someone else to help them put on the gear. Let’s just pretend that Japan is very skilled with his hands.
- I tried my best to work in shudō as per the bonus request. It proved to be somewhat difficult, though, so the best I could do was some small allusions to the practice x_X
- I apologize for taking so long with the second bit; real-life kidnapped me and my muse was being fickle. So sorry for the wait! That said, I hope you enjoy reading the updated bits ♥
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