[Fic]: Separation, 30 kisses
Title: Separation
Author: KY
Pairing: Takumi Saito/Aoyagi Ruito
Theme: #10 - 10
Rating: R for implied stuff
Word Count: 300
Disclaimer: All situations are fictional with no basis in reality, and the characters depicted within are the property of their individual management and respective companies.
A/N: Getting this in under the wire again.
He breathes things in your ear that make your blood go hot and your knees weak. He knows what to say to make you submit just so, naughty promises and sinful pleasures and terms of endearments in languages you didn’t even know existed. In those moments you’re helpless to his charm and his wicked smile and the shape of his lips when the words come out.
But you know this won’t last, can’t last. You’ve been in this world long enough to see the bigger picture. Even though you’re getting older there’s a decade that separates you that won’t ever go away. You can see it like a chasm, like a road unending, like a lifetime dividing you and a reason why this will fail. You’re as distant as the sun and the moon spinning around a common center of desire, moving fast but never growing closer. He can’t hold you and you’re too scared to reach that far, not when the gap is so wide and the risk of falling so great.
You know one day this obsession will end, this collection of stolen moments and heated kisses and hand and lips and sweat and bodies and his teeth on your shoulder biting the spot that makes you come every time… the way the sound of his voice ignites your nerves and the way his smile makes your heart pound and every tall head in a crowd makes your head turn… this madness, this hunger, this wanting aching need that fills you for him, only for him, it will all go away.
Because when he’s lying there spent and talking to the ceiling about tomorrow like things will never change, all you can wonder is when he’s going to look back and realize you’re ten years too far behind.
Author: KY
Pairing: Takumi Saito/Aoyagi Ruito
Theme: #10 - 10
Rating: R for implied stuff
Word Count: 300
Disclaimer: All situations are fictional with no basis in reality, and the characters depicted within are the property of their individual management and respective companies.
A/N: Getting this in under the wire again.
He breathes things in your ear that make your blood go hot and your knees weak. He knows what to say to make you submit just so, naughty promises and sinful pleasures and terms of endearments in languages you didn’t even know existed. In those moments you’re helpless to his charm and his wicked smile and the shape of his lips when the words come out.
But you know this won’t last, can’t last. You’ve been in this world long enough to see the bigger picture. Even though you’re getting older there’s a decade that separates you that won’t ever go away. You can see it like a chasm, like a road unending, like a lifetime dividing you and a reason why this will fail. You’re as distant as the sun and the moon spinning around a common center of desire, moving fast but never growing closer. He can’t hold you and you’re too scared to reach that far, not when the gap is so wide and the risk of falling so great.
You know one day this obsession will end, this collection of stolen moments and heated kisses and hand and lips and sweat and bodies and his teeth on your shoulder biting the spot that makes you come every time… the way the sound of his voice ignites your nerves and the way his smile makes your heart pound and every tall head in a crowd makes your head turn… this madness, this hunger, this wanting aching need that fills you for him, only for him, it will all go away.
Because when he’s lying there spent and talking to the ceiling about tomorrow like things will never change, all you can wonder is when he’s going to look back and realize you’re ten years too far behind.