an Akito ficlet
So, you know that ficlet I wrote the other day about Akito wanting to try switching with Kyou...? It's back! Today's ficlet just came naturally with today's word from daily15 (which I will not disclose here, in case someone reading it might want to participate as well). And so, we have a slightly smuttier bit of Akito and Kyou today. Small summary: Akito finally convinced Kyou to try switching...but will it really go that well? word count: 611
Akito's "idea": part 2
"Akito, I really don't think I want to do this."
Kyou looked up at me from his position on the floor, under me, his eyes definitely agreeing with his words. Kyou usually didn't beg for anything, mostly because when he demanded something he usually got it. But when he did beg, it was effective. It was like he had deliberately perfected, through practice,the same puppy dog look (which I tend to call "uke eyes") that I had used on him to get in the position we were in at the moment.
I almost let it get to me. He just looked so cute (cuter than usual, since he was always cute). But I caught myself right as I was about to lift my weight up and off of his body. Instead, I turned the shift of weight into an opportunity to press myself a little tighter against his body and moved my head down to capture his lips before he could protest again.
It worked surprisingly well. I caught him just as he was about to say another comment about how he just wasn't ready to be on the bottom and took advantage of his open mouth to dominate the kiss far more than I usually did. Rather than giving in and letting him plunder my mouth, as was usually the case, I took my time letting my tongue explore a territory that was familiar, but completely different under these new circumstances.
And there are people out there who don't agree with the idea that love is a battle... They must not have ever met my boyfriend.
I pulled up after a while, when I felt his body finally starting to relax a little and loosen up under me. Again, I took advantage of his unprepared state, finally relaxed from the sort of kiss that he had probably never gotten in his life, and stuck my hand down his pants. Even though he knew what we were doing in that position, I don't think he expected me to try that in the least. He probably thought I was just going to give up, unable to bring myself to be the aggressor and instead choosing to take the path of least resistance and let him do it all.
Little did he know, but I had been fantasizing about just this sort of situation for years. Those particular imaginings had started back while I was still searching for him, probably about when I graduated (early) from high school and started taking college classes. As I got to know more people who were openly sexually active, both semes and ukes (or tops and bottoms for the majority of the people that I knew), I started to realize that I wasn't going to always want to be on the receiving end. And seeing as I already had a boyfriend, even if he was missing somewhere on another world at the time, he quickly became the object of my fantasies about being on top.
Still, when I stuck my hand down Kyou's pants...he panicked. Just as all of the times when I had just talked about the idea, before I knew it he was out from under me and running away. I thought that I had managed to convince him to give a try, but apparently he wasn't as ready for it as he thought he was...now that he was faced with me actually being aggressive instead of just talking about it.
"Oh well," I said to myself, heading off toward the bathroom to take care of... issues... that had come about just thinking about it. "There's always next time, I guess."
Akito's "idea": part 2
"Akito, I really don't think I want to do this."
Kyou looked up at me from his position on the floor, under me, his eyes definitely agreeing with his words. Kyou usually didn't beg for anything, mostly because when he demanded something he usually got it. But when he did beg, it was effective. It was like he had deliberately perfected, through practice,the same puppy dog look (which I tend to call "uke eyes") that I had used on him to get in the position we were in at the moment.
I almost let it get to me. He just looked so cute (cuter than usual, since he was always cute). But I caught myself right as I was about to lift my weight up and off of his body. Instead, I turned the shift of weight into an opportunity to press myself a little tighter against his body and moved my head down to capture his lips before he could protest again.
It worked surprisingly well. I caught him just as he was about to say another comment about how he just wasn't ready to be on the bottom and took advantage of his open mouth to dominate the kiss far more than I usually did. Rather than giving in and letting him plunder my mouth, as was usually the case, I took my time letting my tongue explore a territory that was familiar, but completely different under these new circumstances.
And there are people out there who don't agree with the idea that love is a battle... They must not have ever met my boyfriend.
I pulled up after a while, when I felt his body finally starting to relax a little and loosen up under me. Again, I took advantage of his unprepared state, finally relaxed from the sort of kiss that he had probably never gotten in his life, and stuck my hand down his pants. Even though he knew what we were doing in that position, I don't think he expected me to try that in the least. He probably thought I was just going to give up, unable to bring myself to be the aggressor and instead choosing to take the path of least resistance and let him do it all.
Little did he know, but I had been fantasizing about just this sort of situation for years. Those particular imaginings had started back while I was still searching for him, probably about when I graduated (early) from high school and started taking college classes. As I got to know more people who were openly sexually active, both semes and ukes (or tops and bottoms for the majority of the people that I knew), I started to realize that I wasn't going to always want to be on the receiving end. And seeing as I already had a boyfriend, even if he was missing somewhere on another world at the time, he quickly became the object of my fantasies about being on top.
Still, when I stuck my hand down Kyou's pants...he panicked. Just as all of the times when I had just talked about the idea, before I knew it he was out from under me and running away. I thought that I had managed to convince him to give a try, but apparently he wasn't as ready for it as he thought he was...now that he was faced with me actually being aggressive instead of just talking about it.
"Oh well," I said to myself, heading off toward the bathroom to take care of... issues... that had come about just thinking about it. "There's always next time, I guess."