The Essay
I kind of wanna write a story like that. It would be cracktastic, with lots and lots of sex. Basically, what I love to write and know to write well.
I don't have the time to write it, and neither the guts, so I'm posting this little thingy here and will leave it at that. Enjoy! Or not ...
"I don't like you."
That was the first thing Subaru Sumeragi had told him and, respectively, it was still the nicest thing after a year of going to the same school.
Of course, this was the Subaru from hell. Or rather from a frozen hell, that bad was this specific incarnation. It was the Subaru his Subaru couldn't ever have developed into. A nightmare of a Subaru.
And still, somehow, Seishirou found himself waking up next to him after a year of going to the same school with him.
"It was your first time," Subaru said.
Seishirou grimaced. "Well, yeah." And actually the first time in two excruciatingly disturbing lives. But he wouldn't give Subaru this embarrassing information.
"Sorry I popped your cherry."
"Liar." Seishirou rolled over. His rear was sore like hell. No surprise, Satanubaru had pushed inside him without any preparation.
Subaru licked his lips. "Right, not sorry. You look like a poor puppy. Want a painkiller?"
"I'm not a puppy."
"So you want a painkiller." Subaru picked up something from his bedside table and threw it at Seishirou.
He caught the pill and stared down on it. "No -- whatever." It wouldn't cause more issues than this night had brought him anyway.
"I could do it again, you know." Subaru looked at his erection.
Seishirou went pale. "No, you couldn't."
"Yes, I could. You owe me, remember? For copying my sister's essay."
'Hey, at least I haven't killed her this time,' Seishirou thought.
Subaru bent over, his smile mischievous and a fierce glint in both of his emerald eyes.
Seishirou crossed his legs. "No way."
"You're funny. Get on your tummy. Or all fours, if you rather."
Seishirou snarled.
"Impressive. Now spread your legs like a good boy."
Satanubaru was rude and utterly unlikable. But he was a Subaru. Which meant that when he touched Seishirou's thighs his legs spread without further ado.
"Aw, how cute." Subaru stroked himself a few times, until he was harder, then pressed into Seishirou's still reddened hole.
Seishirou hissed -- it burnt. Subaru filled him well enough. He'd never known what Subaru looked like naked, and if really anything beside the personality had been the same ... he regretted not having had sex in his former life.
Because this wasn't a nice experience. It was just the fact that it wasn't worse enough to not make him imagine how good it could have been, given the right Subaru.
He tried to breathe steadily, but that was difficult with the pain circling up and down his spine.
"Tight little puppy, wail for me."
Seishirou whimpered quietly.
"Nice sound, gimme more." Subaru thrust hard, then harder into the hole.
If Seishirou didn't bleed by that time, he sure felt like it. He couldn't just touch himself down there, right then; that might give a strange impression to Subaru who was moving faster by ever passing minute.
And that it lasted more than a few minutes made everything awful.
That damn essay.
I don't have the time to write it, and neither the guts, so I'm posting this little thingy here and will leave it at that. Enjoy! Or not ...
"I don't like you."
That was the first thing Subaru Sumeragi had told him and, respectively, it was still the nicest thing after a year of going to the same school.
Of course, this was the Subaru from hell. Or rather from a frozen hell, that bad was this specific incarnation. It was the Subaru his Subaru couldn't ever have developed into. A nightmare of a Subaru.
And still, somehow, Seishirou found himself waking up next to him after a year of going to the same school with him.
"It was your first time," Subaru said.
Seishirou grimaced. "Well, yeah." And actually the first time in two excruciatingly disturbing lives. But he wouldn't give Subaru this embarrassing information.
"Sorry I popped your cherry."
"Liar." Seishirou rolled over. His rear was sore like hell. No surprise, Satanubaru had pushed inside him without any preparation.
Subaru licked his lips. "Right, not sorry. You look like a poor puppy. Want a painkiller?"
"I'm not a puppy."
"So you want a painkiller." Subaru picked up something from his bedside table and threw it at Seishirou.
He caught the pill and stared down on it. "No -- whatever." It wouldn't cause more issues than this night had brought him anyway.
"I could do it again, you know." Subaru looked at his erection.
Seishirou went pale. "No, you couldn't."
"Yes, I could. You owe me, remember? For copying my sister's essay."
'Hey, at least I haven't killed her this time,' Seishirou thought.
Subaru bent over, his smile mischievous and a fierce glint in both of his emerald eyes.
Seishirou crossed his legs. "No way."
"You're funny. Get on your tummy. Or all fours, if you rather."
Seishirou snarled.
"Impressive. Now spread your legs like a good boy."
Satanubaru was rude and utterly unlikable. But he was a Subaru. Which meant that when he touched Seishirou's thighs his legs spread without further ado.
"Aw, how cute." Subaru stroked himself a few times, until he was harder, then pressed into Seishirou's still reddened hole.
Seishirou hissed -- it burnt. Subaru filled him well enough. He'd never known what Subaru looked like naked, and if really anything beside the personality had been the same ... he regretted not having had sex in his former life.
Because this wasn't a nice experience. It was just the fact that it wasn't worse enough to not make him imagine how good it could have been, given the right Subaru.
He tried to breathe steadily, but that was difficult with the pain circling up and down his spine.
"Tight little puppy, wail for me."
Seishirou whimpered quietly.
"Nice sound, gimme more." Subaru thrust hard, then harder into the hole.
If Seishirou didn't bleed by that time, he sure felt like it. He couldn't just touch himself down there, right then; that might give a strange impression to Subaru who was moving faster by ever passing minute.
And that it lasted more than a few minutes made everything awful.
That damn essay.