[ FIRE EMBLEM ] - Kinkmeme - Janaff/Shinon
Done for FE's kinkmeme. This is for archiving purposes, so not cross-posted. Maybe a collection of kinkmeme submissions will be up in the future.
"Anon wants some Shinon/Janaff. Either one tops. Bonus points if Shinon's hair is down while he's washing himself and Janaff is not-so-discreetly spying on him."
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Shinon's been pretty pissy since the laguz have joined the army -- again. He's always trying to avoid the goddamn beasts, but sometimes, there's just no way around talking to one of the stupid things. But, at least he can still get time to himself when he's washing up in the morning; none of the other mercenaries are awake around this time, and the laguz are probably still sleeping off their bloodlust. Probably.
It's still relatively dark out, but you can sort of see the sun behind the thick mass of clouds. It makes for an easy walk to the nearby river, even if the river's got thick shrubbery and trees on both sides of it. The shrubbery's a perfect touch, anyway. It makes for nice cover, and Shinon reckons he could probably stick an arrow through someone's neck if they came too close, and they wouldn't even know what hit them.
He peels off his clothes pretty carelessly, throwing them to rest on the dry rocks a few feet away before slowly stepping into the shallow regions of the cold water. It takes him a few moments to adjust to that damn water, but when he does, it's more refreshing than uncomfortable. His fingers gracefully untie the band in his hair, and he leaves that with the rocks, too, kneeling to submerging himself in the water's depths. For a few moments it looks like no one's even around the water's so still. The only giveaway to the beorc presence is the strewn clothing and the bow laid gently aside. You can hear the birds chirping as they wake, and the leaves are swaying gently in the cool breeze.
It's almost a minute before the silence is broken as Shinon resurfaces, hair thoroughly wet and body thoroughly slick. He takes a deep breath, taking in the fresh morning air, indulging in this moment of finally. Some fucking peace.
Or not.
"Oh? With that hair, I thought you were a woman." A worryingly familiar voice speaks out from behind him, and for a split second Shinon can't place where he's heard the voice before. When the realization suddenly sets in, the sniper turns around, glaring.
"Watch your mouth, sub-human." And what Shinon sees confirms his mental guess -- it's that annoying beastman, the one with the freakish wings. Janaff's casually perched on the rocks, on top of Shinon's clothes, and that irritates the hell out of him. Some fucking nerve the thing's got.
"Now, now. Shouldn't you play nice, with us fighting side-by-side and all?" The thing's got that annoying smirk on its face -- the annoying one it always seems to wear -- and that just ticks Shinon off even further. He makes a sudden grab for his bow, not in the mood to put up with the sub-human's idea of a joke, but before his hand is even close, he finds himself grabbed by the wrist.
"What do you think you're doing?" Janaff seems to purr, which is outright creepy since he's not meant to be anything like those tiger beasts past the whole sub-human thing. The laguz leans in closer, forest-green eyes strangely bright and... Shinon recognizes that look as predatory. He tries to jerk his arm away, more than unnerved now.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Shinon shoots right back, nodding to the iron-like, relentless grip on his wrist. His eyes remain focused on those bright green ones, not even daring to look away. "You've got some guts trying to corner me like this, and it's pretty damn clear that the kid's a fool to trust you lot. Animalistic fucking beasts is what you are, right down to the core--"
There's a sudden strong pull, and Shinon's biting remarks are cut off before he's done going on about how much he'd like to commit genocide. There's a small moment of confusion, and then Shinon realizes he's much too close to Janaff for comfort. He's much too close and fucking naked, bare chest pulled up tight against the clothed one, and -- and when did that sub-human get into the water?
"Animalistic fucking beasts, huh?" Janaff's still smiling as Shinon manages to find the balance to try and back away again, the archer not too thrilled on the direction this is taking. "I wonder how accurate that is...?"
A decidedly casual hand moves to the front of Shinon, and before he can really process what's going on or struggle even more, a ghost of a touch brushes against his cock, and fuck, that somehow makes him hard. Without really thinking, his hips spill forward into that touch, almost like he's eager for more -- which he knows he's not. No fucking way.
"Didn't mind that, did you?" Janaff taunts, taking advantage of Shinon's sudden silence, and his hand wraps around the stiffening length, giving it a lazy tug. Shinon's breath hitches as he tries to keep still, tries to ignore that feeling in his groin, his mind refusing to submit to this.
"Get off." The beorc finally manages to get out between gritted teeth, and his eyes are still locked on those green ones -- have been the whole time.
"Come on, you seemed to like it," The laguz coos, deciding to be pointed about it as his hand starts moving in a rhythm up and down the length now, the grip much more firm and the action much more deliberate. It only takes a few strokes before a delicious moan escapes Shinon's lips, and that's satisfying enough for the beastman. His hand stills again, letting the moan really echo in the near-silence around them.
Shinon jacks off regularly enough, so he's not sure why the touches are making him so goddamn sensitive, but at this point, laguz or not, he's not willing to stop, not with that ache between his legs. He wouldn't go so far to say he was needy for a release, but -- screw it, he wanted this.
"Dirty fucking beastman, aren't you?" Shinon finally has a mind enough to taunt back, face leaning in close to Janaff's as a sort of challenge. His words are husky, and his free hand moves to his own length, loosely wrapping around it. His fingers rub roughly over the head, and it's unsurprising to him now that he's slick with precome. "If you don't finish the job, I will."
Janaff just laughs softly, his own face moving close enough to practically kiss Shinon. Shinon feels the beastman's hot breath on his cheek as he exhales -- and then there's this wet sensation as Janaff is licking him, the small flicks of his tongue trailing towards the side of lips. It almost feels like a tease, because Janaff's not moving his fucking hand and that's all Shinon wants. He just wants to get the hell off and get back to the camp, the washing up all but forgotten.
"Don't be greedy." Janaff whispers between the licks, but he relents anyway, his hand once again stroking in that steady, not-too-slow, not-too-fast rhythm. Shinon's actually let go of himself at this point, more focused on trying to get over the edge as his hips thrust upwards into that rhythm, trying to encourage the other. For a few way too satisfying moments, Janaff's jerking him off and Shinon's actually liking it, and these low growls are forming in the archer's throat, an almost-verbal request for more. Just a little more.
... But more's not what he gets, because Janaff suddenly pulls his hand away, leaning back and bringing it up to slowly lick at the precome on it. Shinon isn't sure whether to feel disgusted or more aroused, but he thinks he's leaning towards the latter because fuck, he is really hard. He shoots Janaff this look of pure loathing, but within it is this look of lust that's rarely seen on the sniper's face. Janaff just grins, half-wet wings flexing, as if relaxing. Janaff licks his soft lips, a tease of pink tongue.
"I think you can finish the job." The laguz says, that annoying fucking grin right back on his face as his eyes trail down to look at the throbbing member, and dammit, Shinon knew he hated sub-humans for a reason. He's pretty close to telling the laguz to simply fuck off and maybe he'll take care of that painful erection later, but the idea of Janaff watching him beat off is kind of exhilarating.
Almost hesitantly, Shinon's hand goes back onto his length. He's done this a million times before, so there's no reason for this to be any different... but it is. The laguz's gaze is intense, almost amused, and Shinon tries to block it out as he closes his eyes. He lets out a little hiss as his cold hand begins stroking, slowly at first, but then faster as he gets thoughts of...
.. Thoughts of Janaff licking hungrily at him -- slowly at first, since he doesn't know if the beastman has any experience at taking a cock in his mouth -- but eventually the sub-human will get more bold. Instead of licking at the sensitive slit for that salty and bitter taste, he'll start to take the head in whole, and that's when Shinon will just fuck his mouth raw because he knows he won't be able to hold back, not when there's that hot mouth going at his length, not when he's so close to letting that beastman swallow his come like a slut--
Shinon's back arches and his head's thrown back, and there's a wordless cry as his come spills all over his hand, the last thought taking him over the edge. He's panting hard, suddenly dazed as he slowly opens his eyes, and Janaff's still there, intense eyes looking at his own.
And there's this moment of silence, like before, where the water is still and all you can hear are the birds chirping and Shinon's heavy breathing. There's a second where Janaff licks his lips again, and that gives this slight stirring sensation in Shinon's groin...
... But then Shinon turns away, cleans his hand off in the water, and makes an annoyed grab for his clothing, which Janaff doesn't attempt to stop.
Shinon knew he hated sub-humans for a reason. Can't even finish the fucking job.
"Anon wants some Shinon/Janaff. Either one tops. Bonus points if Shinon's hair is down while he's washing himself and Janaff is not-so-discreetly spying on him."
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Shinon's been pretty pissy since the laguz have joined the army -- again. He's always trying to avoid the goddamn beasts, but sometimes, there's just no way around talking to one of the stupid things. But, at least he can still get time to himself when he's washing up in the morning; none of the other mercenaries are awake around this time, and the laguz are probably still sleeping off their bloodlust. Probably.
It's still relatively dark out, but you can sort of see the sun behind the thick mass of clouds. It makes for an easy walk to the nearby river, even if the river's got thick shrubbery and trees on both sides of it. The shrubbery's a perfect touch, anyway. It makes for nice cover, and Shinon reckons he could probably stick an arrow through someone's neck if they came too close, and they wouldn't even know what hit them.
He peels off his clothes pretty carelessly, throwing them to rest on the dry rocks a few feet away before slowly stepping into the shallow regions of the cold water. It takes him a few moments to adjust to that damn water, but when he does, it's more refreshing than uncomfortable. His fingers gracefully untie the band in his hair, and he leaves that with the rocks, too, kneeling to submerging himself in the water's depths. For a few moments it looks like no one's even around the water's so still. The only giveaway to the beorc presence is the strewn clothing and the bow laid gently aside. You can hear the birds chirping as they wake, and the leaves are swaying gently in the cool breeze.
It's almost a minute before the silence is broken as Shinon resurfaces, hair thoroughly wet and body thoroughly slick. He takes a deep breath, taking in the fresh morning air, indulging in this moment of finally. Some fucking peace.
Or not.
"Oh? With that hair, I thought you were a woman." A worryingly familiar voice speaks out from behind him, and for a split second Shinon can't place where he's heard the voice before. When the realization suddenly sets in, the sniper turns around, glaring.
"Watch your mouth, sub-human." And what Shinon sees confirms his mental guess -- it's that annoying beastman, the one with the freakish wings. Janaff's casually perched on the rocks, on top of Shinon's clothes, and that irritates the hell out of him. Some fucking nerve the thing's got.
"Now, now. Shouldn't you play nice, with us fighting side-by-side and all?" The thing's got that annoying smirk on its face -- the annoying one it always seems to wear -- and that just ticks Shinon off even further. He makes a sudden grab for his bow, not in the mood to put up with the sub-human's idea of a joke, but before his hand is even close, he finds himself grabbed by the wrist.
"What do you think you're doing?" Janaff seems to purr, which is outright creepy since he's not meant to be anything like those tiger beasts past the whole sub-human thing. The laguz leans in closer, forest-green eyes strangely bright and... Shinon recognizes that look as predatory. He tries to jerk his arm away, more than unnerved now.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Shinon shoots right back, nodding to the iron-like, relentless grip on his wrist. His eyes remain focused on those bright green ones, not even daring to look away. "You've got some guts trying to corner me like this, and it's pretty damn clear that the kid's a fool to trust you lot. Animalistic fucking beasts is what you are, right down to the core--"
There's a sudden strong pull, and Shinon's biting remarks are cut off before he's done going on about how much he'd like to commit genocide. There's a small moment of confusion, and then Shinon realizes he's much too close to Janaff for comfort. He's much too close and fucking naked, bare chest pulled up tight against the clothed one, and -- and when did that sub-human get into the water?
"Animalistic fucking beasts, huh?" Janaff's still smiling as Shinon manages to find the balance to try and back away again, the archer not too thrilled on the direction this is taking. "I wonder how accurate that is...?"
A decidedly casual hand moves to the front of Shinon, and before he can really process what's going on or struggle even more, a ghost of a touch brushes against his cock, and fuck, that somehow makes him hard. Without really thinking, his hips spill forward into that touch, almost like he's eager for more -- which he knows he's not. No fucking way.
"Didn't mind that, did you?" Janaff taunts, taking advantage of Shinon's sudden silence, and his hand wraps around the stiffening length, giving it a lazy tug. Shinon's breath hitches as he tries to keep still, tries to ignore that feeling in his groin, his mind refusing to submit to this.
"Get off." The beorc finally manages to get out between gritted teeth, and his eyes are still locked on those green ones -- have been the whole time.
"Come on, you seemed to like it," The laguz coos, deciding to be pointed about it as his hand starts moving in a rhythm up and down the length now, the grip much more firm and the action much more deliberate. It only takes a few strokes before a delicious moan escapes Shinon's lips, and that's satisfying enough for the beastman. His hand stills again, letting the moan really echo in the near-silence around them.
Shinon jacks off regularly enough, so he's not sure why the touches are making him so goddamn sensitive, but at this point, laguz or not, he's not willing to stop, not with that ache between his legs. He wouldn't go so far to say he was needy for a release, but -- screw it, he wanted this.
"Dirty fucking beastman, aren't you?" Shinon finally has a mind enough to taunt back, face leaning in close to Janaff's as a sort of challenge. His words are husky, and his free hand moves to his own length, loosely wrapping around it. His fingers rub roughly over the head, and it's unsurprising to him now that he's slick with precome. "If you don't finish the job, I will."
Janaff just laughs softly, his own face moving close enough to practically kiss Shinon. Shinon feels the beastman's hot breath on his cheek as he exhales -- and then there's this wet sensation as Janaff is licking him, the small flicks of his tongue trailing towards the side of lips. It almost feels like a tease, because Janaff's not moving his fucking hand and that's all Shinon wants. He just wants to get the hell off and get back to the camp, the washing up all but forgotten.
"Don't be greedy." Janaff whispers between the licks, but he relents anyway, his hand once again stroking in that steady, not-too-slow, not-too-fast rhythm. Shinon's actually let go of himself at this point, more focused on trying to get over the edge as his hips thrust upwards into that rhythm, trying to encourage the other. For a few way too satisfying moments, Janaff's jerking him off and Shinon's actually liking it, and these low growls are forming in the archer's throat, an almost-verbal request for more. Just a little more.
... But more's not what he gets, because Janaff suddenly pulls his hand away, leaning back and bringing it up to slowly lick at the precome on it. Shinon isn't sure whether to feel disgusted or more aroused, but he thinks he's leaning towards the latter because fuck, he is really hard. He shoots Janaff this look of pure loathing, but within it is this look of lust that's rarely seen on the sniper's face. Janaff just grins, half-wet wings flexing, as if relaxing. Janaff licks his soft lips, a tease of pink tongue.
"I think you can finish the job." The laguz says, that annoying fucking grin right back on his face as his eyes trail down to look at the throbbing member, and dammit, Shinon knew he hated sub-humans for a reason. He's pretty close to telling the laguz to simply fuck off and maybe he'll take care of that painful erection later, but the idea of Janaff watching him beat off is kind of exhilarating.
Almost hesitantly, Shinon's hand goes back onto his length. He's done this a million times before, so there's no reason for this to be any different... but it is. The laguz's gaze is intense, almost amused, and Shinon tries to block it out as he closes his eyes. He lets out a little hiss as his cold hand begins stroking, slowly at first, but then faster as he gets thoughts of...
.. Thoughts of Janaff licking hungrily at him -- slowly at first, since he doesn't know if the beastman has any experience at taking a cock in his mouth -- but eventually the sub-human will get more bold. Instead of licking at the sensitive slit for that salty and bitter taste, he'll start to take the head in whole, and that's when Shinon will just fuck his mouth raw because he knows he won't be able to hold back, not when there's that hot mouth going at his length, not when he's so close to letting that beastman swallow his come like a slut--
Shinon's back arches and his head's thrown back, and there's a wordless cry as his come spills all over his hand, the last thought taking him over the edge. He's panting hard, suddenly dazed as he slowly opens his eyes, and Janaff's still there, intense eyes looking at his own.
And there's this moment of silence, like before, where the water is still and all you can hear are the birds chirping and Shinon's heavy breathing. There's a second where Janaff licks his lips again, and that gives this slight stirring sensation in Shinon's groin...
... But then Shinon turns away, cleans his hand off in the water, and makes an annoyed grab for his clothing, which Janaff doesn't attempt to stop.
Shinon knew he hated sub-humans for a reason. Can't even finish the fucking job.