[037] from the moment you said
Speed drabble. Porn. Um.
Fandom: Katekyo Hitman Reborn!
Characters: Ryohei/Hana
Prompt: Married life for demanawaits. HAHA, this was actually a SURPRISE! BADPORN! thing. lulz ilu jill.
Hana's pressed against the bed frame, his hands on her thighs spreading them apart, his muscular body holding her own erect and steady. Lips are hot on her neck, still and silent in contrast to the hand that moves up over her hips, her waist, her breasts, her face, while the other slips in between her legs and eases a finger on inside her, slick and hot.
Five minutes of static shoved through a telephone multiplied by all the days he's been away from home, and that's all he's had of her for
Five minutes.
Five months.
Every day.
It's not enough,
and he's tired of talking.
Ryohei has always been a greedy person.
Fandom: Hitman Reborn!
Character(s): Yamamoto/Ryohei
Prompt: "I DARE YOU TO WRITE THEM" - jiao_chan. Or some other.
Fingers dig into the hem of his boxers, play at the elastic, trace circles in the sensitive bit of skin under his belly, round and round, cold and calloused in contrast to the warm, happy smile on the span of Yamamoto's face. Ryohei gives him a look, like what the fuck are you doing, I DON'T GET IT, and,
"Is this training?!"
Yamamoto laughs, eyes closed and lips curved upwards. “Maa, maa, I think it is. Doesn't it feel good? I think it will. Have you ever tried it?”
And Ryohei scratches the back of his head, shifting slightly when the taller boy presses up against him, chin digging in his shoulder and hands moving around to reach around to his uh. Butt. “No?! What are you talking about?”
“You know,” Yamamoto says into the crook of his neck, innocently. “ The thing you do when you're alone in your room, hahaha.”
“I know ultimately what? I DON'T GET IT, SPIT IT OUT -- ” and he only raises an eyebrow. Like one of his closest friends grinding up against him was a normal occurrence.
(But with the Guardian of the Rain, hey, you never knew right? Right.)
“Hahaha! Ryohei-senpai, you know, like...,” Yamamoto backs off, one hand tapping at his chin, tap tap, think think. “What do you do when you see those magazines?
“Oh! You mean like SPORTS ILLUSTRA --”
“HAHA, no no!”
“I mean -- ” Yamamoto's gestures idly, arm making some .. .wave sort of movement. “I mean like the ones with, fwwwsh, fwwwsh”
“....YOU ARE EXTREMELY CONFUSING.”
“ Fwwwsh fwwwsh!!”
“WHAT.”
“Hahaha! Okay, okay, never mind,” and Yamamoto's against him again, holding the back of the older boy's head and laughing soft in his ear. “But you wanna feel good, right?”
“...uh.”
“Eh!? Haha, I like feeling good! Man, you're weird, Ryohei-senpai.”
“UGHHH WHAT THE HELL-- ”
But then Yamamoto presses his lips against his, chuckles deep and vibrating. “Maa, maa, it's okay. I'll show you.”
Fandom: Katekyo Hitman Reborn!
Characters: Ryohei/Hana
Prompt: Married life for demanawaits. HAHA, this was actually a SURPRISE! BADPORN! thing. lulz ilu jill.
Hana's pressed against the bed frame, his hands on her thighs spreading them apart, his muscular body holding her own erect and steady. Lips are hot on her neck, still and silent in contrast to the hand that moves up over her hips, her waist, her breasts, her face, while the other slips in between her legs and eases a finger on inside her, slick and hot.
Five minutes of static shoved through a telephone multiplied by all the days he's been away from home, and that's all he's had of her for
Five minutes.
Five months.
Every day.
It's not enough,
and he's tired of talking.
Ryohei has always been a greedy person.
Fandom: Hitman Reborn!
Character(s): Yamamoto/Ryohei
Prompt: "I DARE YOU TO WRITE THEM" - jiao_chan. Or some other.
Fingers dig into the hem of his boxers, play at the elastic, trace circles in the sensitive bit of skin under his belly, round and round, cold and calloused in contrast to the warm, happy smile on the span of Yamamoto's face. Ryohei gives him a look, like what the fuck are you doing, I DON'T GET IT, and,
"Is this training?!"
Yamamoto laughs, eyes closed and lips curved upwards. “Maa, maa, I think it is. Doesn't it feel good? I think it will. Have you ever tried it?”
And Ryohei scratches the back of his head, shifting slightly when the taller boy presses up against him, chin digging in his shoulder and hands moving around to reach around to his uh. Butt. “No?! What are you talking about?”
“You know,” Yamamoto says into the crook of his neck, innocently. “ The thing you do when you're alone in your room, hahaha.”
“I know ultimately what? I DON'T GET IT, SPIT IT OUT -- ” and he only raises an eyebrow. Like one of his closest friends grinding up against him was a normal occurrence.
(But with the Guardian of the Rain, hey, you never knew right? Right.)
“Hahaha! Ryohei-senpai, you know, like...,” Yamamoto backs off, one hand tapping at his chin, tap tap, think think. “What do you do when you see those magazines?
“Oh! You mean like SPORTS ILLUSTRA --”
“HAHA, no no!”
“I mean -- ” Yamamoto's gestures idly, arm making some .. .wave sort of movement. “I mean like the ones with, fwwwsh, fwwwsh”
“....YOU ARE EXTREMELY CONFUSING.”
“ Fwwwsh fwwwsh!!”
“WHAT.”
“Hahaha! Okay, okay, never mind,” and Yamamoto's against him again, holding the back of the older boy's head and laughing soft in his ear. “But you wanna feel good, right?”
“...uh.”
“Eh!? Haha, I like feeling good! Man, you're weird, Ryohei-senpai.”
“UGHHH WHAT THE HELL-- ”
But then Yamamoto presses his lips against his, chuckles deep and vibrating. “Maa, maa, it's okay. I'll show you.”