"get the hint" & "try again, casanova" [prompt bingo challenge ★ karneval]
title: Get the hint
rating: ooooh idk, T for subtext regarding sex?
prompt: discomfort
word count: 155
summary: Sometimes Tsukitachi just doesn’t know when it would be best to keep his hands to himself. Or maybe he just doesn’t care. He’s a tactless idiot either way, as far as Hirato is concerned. Set pre-series.
notes: BAH WHAT AM I DOING
.get the hint.
"Tsukitachi.”
But there was no response from the redheaded teenager aside from a Hiratoooo-chaaaan exhaled against the back of his neck in a puff of hot breath. He decided to try again instead of just kicking the other boy to get him to get the hint and back off.
“Tsukitachi.”
A beat.
“Aww, come on. Don’t be so cold! You didn’t get hit too badly earlier, did you?”
“Just go back to your room.” The battle had been anything but easy, and the victor was very sore. He was very sore, very tired, in need of a good night’s sleep. And now when Tsukitachi’s hands still didn’t make any move to retreat and only persisted in groping, persisted in touching the sore spots, he didn’t bother to suppress his annoyance. He pushed at him once, twice, and somewhat half-heartedly.
“Leave.”
“But Hira-oof!”
The redhead’s whine was cut short as Hirato’s elbow connected with his side.
title: Try again, Casanova
rating: ooooh idk, T for subtext regarding sex?
prompt: breath
word count: 202
summary: Tsukitachi just never learns to keep his hands to himself. And Hirato hogs the covers because he can.
notes: BAH WHAT AM I DOING
.try again, casanova.
His companion seemed to sleep so placidly, that sharply handsome face tucked against the pillow and partially hidden in a fall of messy dark violet hair. Upon further inspection, he discovered that the Second Ship’s Captain had so shamelessly hogged the covers, which explained why he had woken up feeling so cold.
Out like a light, thought Tsukitachi with a sly grin.
Or was he?
Oh well.
What was important here was that Hirato had actually stayed when all was said and done and had not simply left in the middle of the night for once. No, he was here still, providing a source of warmth instead of leaving behind a cold (and possibly wet) spot in his absence.
What was even more important was that the Second Ship’s Captain seemed to be asleep, seemed to have let his guard down at the moment. And, well… It would just be plain silly to not take advantage of the marvelous opportunity presented to him. Why not steal a “good morning” kiss from the beautiful dreamer?
He hadn’t quite counted on smacking into Hirato’s palm on his way down.
”Not a chance until you brush your teeth and get rid of that awful stench.”
rating: ooooh idk, T for subtext regarding sex?
prompt: discomfort
word count: 155
summary: Sometimes Tsukitachi just doesn’t know when it would be best to keep his hands to himself. Or maybe he just doesn’t care. He’s a tactless idiot either way, as far as Hirato is concerned. Set pre-series.
notes: BAH WHAT AM I DOING
.get the hint.
"Tsukitachi.”
But there was no response from the redheaded teenager aside from a Hiratoooo-chaaaan exhaled against the back of his neck in a puff of hot breath. He decided to try again instead of just kicking the other boy to get him to get the hint and back off.
“Tsukitachi.”
A beat.
“Aww, come on. Don’t be so cold! You didn’t get hit too badly earlier, did you?”
“Just go back to your room.” The battle had been anything but easy, and the victor was very sore. He was very sore, very tired, in need of a good night’s sleep. And now when Tsukitachi’s hands still didn’t make any move to retreat and only persisted in groping, persisted in touching the sore spots, he didn’t bother to suppress his annoyance. He pushed at him once, twice, and somewhat half-heartedly.
“Leave.”
“But Hira-oof!”
The redhead’s whine was cut short as Hirato’s elbow connected with his side.
title: Try again, Casanova
rating: ooooh idk, T for subtext regarding sex?
prompt: breath
word count: 202
summary: Tsukitachi just never learns to keep his hands to himself. And Hirato hogs the covers because he can.
notes: BAH WHAT AM I DOING
.try again, casanova.
His companion seemed to sleep so placidly, that sharply handsome face tucked against the pillow and partially hidden in a fall of messy dark violet hair. Upon further inspection, he discovered that the Second Ship’s Captain had so shamelessly hogged the covers, which explained why he had woken up feeling so cold.
Out like a light, thought Tsukitachi with a sly grin.
Or was he?
Oh well.
What was important here was that Hirato had actually stayed when all was said and done and had not simply left in the middle of the night for once. No, he was here still, providing a source of warmth instead of leaving behind a cold (and possibly wet) spot in his absence.
What was even more important was that the Second Ship’s Captain seemed to be asleep, seemed to have let his guard down at the moment. And, well… It would just be plain silly to not take advantage of the marvelous opportunity presented to him. Why not steal a “good morning” kiss from the beautiful dreamer?
He hadn’t quite counted on smacking into Hirato’s palm on his way down.
”Not a chance until you brush your teeth and get rid of that awful stench.”