Oh, my...
I found this fic that I wrote for reborn_quickies in October. Challenge #1 was Tsuna, and one of the prompts was gloves... sooooo, this happened.
Title: Leather Dreams
Rating: R-ish?
Pairing: Mukuro/Tsuna
Prompt: Gloves; Touch
Word Count: 408
Warnings: Sexual content, first 'sex' that I've written in a while.
He didn't know why, but he noticed the way his eyes were always drawn to the black leather wrapped around Mukuro's hand. The feel, the look of it, everything. It entranced him.
He wanted to know how it would feel. Inside him, around him, rubbing and stretching and touching him. Warm, soft leather against his skin; a soft caress on his cheek like it had been before. He wanted to feel it.
To taste it, touch it, feel it. He wanted it wrapped around his cock and moving, slow or fast, it didn't matter as long as it was there. And pressing inside him, preparing him, as gentle as Mukuro would ever be because he wouldn't ever use lubricant--it was all about the feel of things.
And really, as the Tenth Generation Boss, you should get used to pain, Tsunayoshi-kun.
The burning didn't matter and the pain was worth it because it was him. He had the power to take it all away or to leave it all, and he did a little bit of both and--oh. A black clad finger was being pushed into his mouth and a laughing voice was telling him to suck, and of course he would love to wrap his pretty little lips around the black leather.
And Mukuro pushed in, as gentle as he could be or maybe Tsunayoshi just didn't feel it because he was caught in that gaze and the world was shifting around him and black leather came back into sight and wrapped around his throat and cock and a voice hissed in his ear
I will have you someday, Vongola, just like this. And you will be mine forever.
And when Mukuro shifted his hips a bit, changed the angle like he fucking knew, Tsuna bit down on the leather in his mouth and met Mukuro's gaze as he climaxed before his eyes slipped shut for the remainder.
And whenever he wore his gloves--the oven mitts that would turn into powerful weapons that could one day save them all--he remembered the black leather and the feel of the hand wrapping around his cock and tried not to think about it too much, but he still heard Mukuro's whispered promise of forever and he had to fight against the memory in order to focus on the battle at hand.
He was comforted when they turned back into regular oven mitts and pretended that he didn't hear the soft whisper of kufufu, you're mine, Tsunayoshi-kun in his head.
-end-
It's certainly better than I remember it being. I think I might have to go searching through the communities that I'm in to find some other stuff. I barely remembered that I had written this!! so, umm, was it okay?
Title: Leather Dreams
Rating: R-ish?
Pairing: Mukuro/Tsuna
Prompt: Gloves; Touch
Word Count: 408
Warnings: Sexual content, first 'sex' that I've written in a while.
He didn't know why, but he noticed the way his eyes were always drawn to the black leather wrapped around Mukuro's hand. The feel, the look of it, everything. It entranced him.
He wanted to know how it would feel. Inside him, around him, rubbing and stretching and touching him. Warm, soft leather against his skin; a soft caress on his cheek like it had been before. He wanted to feel it.
To taste it, touch it, feel it. He wanted it wrapped around his cock and moving, slow or fast, it didn't matter as long as it was there. And pressing inside him, preparing him, as gentle as Mukuro would ever be because he wouldn't ever use lubricant--it was all about the feel of things.
And really, as the Tenth Generation Boss, you should get used to pain, Tsunayoshi-kun.
The burning didn't matter and the pain was worth it because it was him. He had the power to take it all away or to leave it all, and he did a little bit of both and--oh. A black clad finger was being pushed into his mouth and a laughing voice was telling him to suck, and of course he would love to wrap his pretty little lips around the black leather.
And Mukuro pushed in, as gentle as he could be or maybe Tsunayoshi just didn't feel it because he was caught in that gaze and the world was shifting around him and black leather came back into sight and wrapped around his throat and cock and a voice hissed in his ear
I will have you someday, Vongola, just like this. And you will be mine forever.
And when Mukuro shifted his hips a bit, changed the angle like he fucking knew, Tsuna bit down on the leather in his mouth and met Mukuro's gaze as he climaxed before his eyes slipped shut for the remainder.
And whenever he wore his gloves--the oven mitts that would turn into powerful weapons that could one day save them all--he remembered the black leather and the feel of the hand wrapping around his cock and tried not to think about it too much, but he still heard Mukuro's whispered promise of forever and he had to fight against the memory in order to focus on the battle at hand.
He was comforted when they turned back into regular oven mitts and pretended that he didn't hear the soft whisper of kufufu, you're mine, Tsunayoshi-kun in his head.
-end-
It's certainly better than I remember it being. I think I might have to go searching through the communities that I'm in to find some other stuff. I barely remembered that I had written this!! so, umm, was it okay?