Ice--a Cloveizel drabbleshot
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I took out all the TL;DR. I'm sorry, that was me on 500 calories of brownies and soda. Yeah. Um. Yeah.
It's Clovis/Schneizel. And a drabbleshot.
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Why am I doing this?
No really, why was he? There was no reason, was there?
His hands went through hair like his. Kisses and a strange sensation going down his spine.
That's why I'm doing this.
That was why, right?
Hands moves down his body. Was it a move? Were there more moves to make? Was it his imagination? Clovis had started to lose himself in a world of thought already. All the thoughts...dirty, beautiful, but all of them centered around him. All...him.
He could barely look at him. The shame with this act, yet he wanted, no, needed it. So much.
He was so wrapped in his thoughts that suddenly everything stopped. Clovis opened his eyes and his brother was staring back at him, with violet eyes. They remained so...piercing. Did he ever really change?
"You suddenly got quiet...niisan." Was Schneizel trying to seduce him more using such childish language, nonetheless Japanese? The prince couldn't tell and he didn't want to ask.
"You should be louder..." Schneizel smiled, it was almost cold. No, it was cold. But Clovis didn't really care...
Smooth kisses, and hard kisses, and every kind of kiss, but no real sex followed. Was this torture? Was it correctness? Stubbornness?
It was still torture.
"Why do you not..."
"If you'll excuse me," Schneizel got up with a look of discomfort on his face, buttoning his shirt and turning his back on Clovis. "I have appointments to attend to."
He walked out the door casually, as if nothing had happened. Maybe nothing had, in his world. As he never knew...that it ever happened, that it was his brother, or that he was leaving a car crash.
You're like ice.
I took out all the TL;DR. I'm sorry, that was me on 500 calories of brownies and soda. Yeah. Um. Yeah.
It's Clovis/Schneizel. And a drabbleshot.
I liek comments
Why am I doing this?
No really, why was he? There was no reason, was there?
His hands went through hair like his. Kisses and a strange sensation going down his spine.
That's why I'm doing this.
That was why, right?
Hands moves down his body. Was it a move? Were there more moves to make? Was it his imagination? Clovis had started to lose himself in a world of thought already. All the thoughts...dirty, beautiful, but all of them centered around him. All...him.
He could barely look at him. The shame with this act, yet he wanted, no, needed it. So much.
He was so wrapped in his thoughts that suddenly everything stopped. Clovis opened his eyes and his brother was staring back at him, with violet eyes. They remained so...piercing. Did he ever really change?
"You suddenly got quiet...niisan." Was Schneizel trying to seduce him more using such childish language, nonetheless Japanese? The prince couldn't tell and he didn't want to ask.
"You should be louder..." Schneizel smiled, it was almost cold. No, it was cold. But Clovis didn't really care...
Smooth kisses, and hard kisses, and every kind of kiss, but no real sex followed. Was this torture? Was it correctness? Stubbornness?
It was still torture.
"Why do you not..."
"If you'll excuse me," Schneizel got up with a look of discomfort on his face, buttoning his shirt and turning his back on Clovis. "I have appointments to attend to."
He walked out the door casually, as if nothing had happened. Maybe nothing had, in his world. As he never knew...that it ever happened, that it was his brother, or that he was leaving a car crash.
You're like ice.