chappu ❚ drabble 01
chappu
drabble 01, vicyn
Ever since The Ernest Air, Vicyn's airship, was stolen by some pirates, the small group was forced to travel by foot. Ethan was still not talking to anyone because he was so pissed at everyone for knocking him unconscious so that he wouldn't take Vicyn back to the clan, Béthlin was too pregnant to walk for too long, Vicyn still felt like wanting to strangle Ethan and Chappu... Well, Chappu was, to put it simply, pretty frustrated that he and Vicyn hadn't had a chance to be alone for a couple of hours. It was natural for his specie to feel these urges every so often (there was a joke that their libido was the cause of their death because they would do anything to get laid), but while he and the pregnant lady sometimes would sneak away to indulge themselves without anyone noticing, he really wanted Vicyn. They were a couple, after all.
The Winter was about to leave by the time they got to a little village up North. Ethan was standing guard by the door and Béthlin was sleeping quietly. Vicyn, at the window, was busy watching the cold night, didn't notice how Chappu was watching him with a sly smile, leaning against the door. And while he was there, he turned the lock on so that the sour face (Ethan) wouldn't walk in.
The runaway clan leader was in one of his thinking moments, so everything else was far, far away - it was to be expected that Vicyn jumped a little in surprise when he felt two strong arms around his middle, and a rather cold nose brushing against his neck.
"Stop that. The preggo's sleeping and Ethan's outside."
"Exactly."
He felt the smile against the back of his neck widen and Vicyn nudged Chappu slightly with his shoulder. "Chappu," his voice was pretty stern.
"No, shut up and let me have this moment," the purple skinned man nudged him back, making Vicyn stumble a little forward until his hands and chest were pressed against the window. "I miss you."
And in a way, that was the reason why Chappu always managed to get the upper hand. He was a devious little thing and always knew what to say.
A hand pressed flat against Vicyn's stomach and he sucked his lips in to try to control his breath (which would soon prove to be quite futile). The other one was busy tugging at the front of the shorts, unbuttoning them so it could slip inside. The window Vicyn was pressed against started to turn less transparent because of the warm breath he was coating it in, fogging it up. Vicyn pulled a hand back, to grip at white hair, but it was soon placed firmly back at the window, letting him know to not to take them out of there. The back of his neck began to bruise lightly when teeth came to play, nipping and sucking at a particular patch of skin that perhaps tasted sweet - Chappu and gluttony walked hand in hand, so maybe that skin really was sweet, given the how hard he was pulling at the skin.
Behind them, Béthlin shifted in her sleep and Vicyn wanted to look over his shoulder, but Chappu didn't let him - the hand started to pull the thin layer of skin back and it didn't take too long for Vicyn to be writhing under his touch. The older one pressed his forehead against the window and Chappu's hand moved faster with each stroke. The hand against Vicyn's stomach could easily feel all the muscles clenching and moving with the pressure that was clearly bulking up on his lower stomach. They didn't exchange words - they couldn't, with the girl on the bed and Ethan at the door - but they moving like they were synchronized. Chappu nuzzled his nose against the neck of his lover and kissed his cheek until Vicyn turned his face so they were kissing, even if barely so, both too focused on the rhythm of the clan leader's hips, which only halted when his fingers warm, wet and sticky.
On the bed, Béthlin smiled at the sound of a sudden intake of breath. Fanservice was so nice to fall asleep to.
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