two more to go! mind you I can't think of a damn thing for either of them.
canis_m: GyouTai ... you know what, I cannot actually porn Taiki.
He should be ashamed, that this is enough to make up for everything that happened, all they both suffered: Kouri's hands in his hair, unweaving the braid it's been in all day while he trained and combing it out with long, gentle strokes of an ebony comb.
Kouri's scent, sandalwood and ginger and some nameless sweetness, surrounds him. His head is on Kouri's lap, feeling the softness of the wool and spun silk that made up Kouri's robes.
"Master," says Kouri softly, bending over him so his dark hair falls over his face like a veil. "Master, shall I rebraid your hair?"
Gyousou take the comb away from Kouri's unresisting hand, sets it aside and recaptures Kouri's hand. "In a little while," he says, and presses Kouri's hand to his lips, kissing each knuckle and the palm and each nail with slow, careful reverence.
tevriel: Kagami/Tendou BIKE
Tendou stopped to enjoy the view - Kagami's ancient and barely respectable jeans, his equally antique shirt with streaks of motor oil all over it, the way he was bending over and unconsciously displaying his ass. Tendou walked up behind him, cat-footed, and put a friendly hand on Kagami's back pocket.
Kagami yelped and jerked back, which landed him against Tendou's body, right where Tendou wanted him. "Hi," purred Tendou in Kagami's ear.
"You scared the ever-living shit out of me!" howled Kagami.
"Are you almost done with your bike?" said Tendou. Kagami's jeans were soft from washing, almost like velvet.
"Yes," said Kagami warily. "Why?"
Tendou slid his hand in Kagami's front pocket instead of dignifying that with an answer.
"If you get anything on my bike you're cleaning it up," said Kagami, but didn't actually say no, instead turning around and allowing Tendou to kiss him, his lips parting under Tendou's.
Tendou thought about leaning Kagami against his bike and opening his jeans, sucking him off and smelling the combined scents of motor oil and fabric softener and Kagami. He got even harder.
He wasn't exactly surprised when Kagami dropped to his knees, hands sliding under Tendou's shirt, but he was a little startled when Kagami nuzzled up against him. "You don't have to," he said, his voice a little rougher than he'd quite planned on.
Kagami tilted his head up and looked at Tendou. His hands were already busy with Tendou's fly. "That was a stupid thing to say, Tendou."
"You don't," insisted Tendou, even as his hands curled mindfully around Kagami's heavy hair. "I -- ahhh," he hissed, as Kagami took him in his hand, licking softly at the swollen head of his cock.
"Sometimes you're really dumb," said Kagami, and then he had his mouth too full to say anything else.
He should be ashamed, that this is enough to make up for everything that happened, all they both suffered: Kouri's hands in his hair, unweaving the braid it's been in all day while he trained and combing it out with long, gentle strokes of an ebony comb.
Kouri's scent, sandalwood and ginger and some nameless sweetness, surrounds him. His head is on Kouri's lap, feeling the softness of the wool and spun silk that made up Kouri's robes.
"Master," says Kouri softly, bending over him so his dark hair falls over his face like a veil. "Master, shall I rebraid your hair?"
Gyousou take the comb away from Kouri's unresisting hand, sets it aside and recaptures Kouri's hand. "In a little while," he says, and presses Kouri's hand to his lips, kissing each knuckle and the palm and each nail with slow, careful reverence.
tevriel: Kagami/Tendou BIKE
Tendou stopped to enjoy the view - Kagami's ancient and barely respectable jeans, his equally antique shirt with streaks of motor oil all over it, the way he was bending over and unconsciously displaying his ass. Tendou walked up behind him, cat-footed, and put a friendly hand on Kagami's back pocket.
Kagami yelped and jerked back, which landed him against Tendou's body, right where Tendou wanted him. "Hi," purred Tendou in Kagami's ear.
"You scared the ever-living shit out of me!" howled Kagami.
"Are you almost done with your bike?" said Tendou. Kagami's jeans were soft from washing, almost like velvet.
"Yes," said Kagami warily. "Why?"
Tendou slid his hand in Kagami's front pocket instead of dignifying that with an answer.
"If you get anything on my bike you're cleaning it up," said Kagami, but didn't actually say no, instead turning around and allowing Tendou to kiss him, his lips parting under Tendou's.
Tendou thought about leaning Kagami against his bike and opening his jeans, sucking him off and smelling the combined scents of motor oil and fabric softener and Kagami. He got even harder.
He wasn't exactly surprised when Kagami dropped to his knees, hands sliding under Tendou's shirt, but he was a little startled when Kagami nuzzled up against him. "You don't have to," he said, his voice a little rougher than he'd quite planned on.
Kagami tilted his head up and looked at Tendou. His hands were already busy with Tendou's fly. "That was a stupid thing to say, Tendou."
"You don't," insisted Tendou, even as his hands curled mindfully around Kagami's heavy hair. "I -- ahhh," he hissed, as Kagami took him in his hand, licking softly at the swollen head of his cock.
"Sometimes you're really dumb," said Kagami, and then he had his mouth too full to say anything else.