Oshitari/Jiroh
Drabble per s1ncer1ty's request. I'm writing this in the same timeframe of my previous Gakuto/Jiroh lovefests. Oh, the boydrama!
Staring straight ahead - alert today like he hadn’t been all year long, Jiroh gave himself over to the most alluring sort of beauty he’d ever known. Gakuto was warming up, stretching his muscles, standing on tiptoe and reaching for the sky like being grounded was the worst sort of punishment. He tipped his face heavenward, closed his eyes - lips parted while he soaked up the sunshine.
Jiroh’s heart fluttered, just watching him. Gakuto did call the sunlight. To Jiroh, he was the sun.
And that voice at his ear - like warm, sticky molasses - and those strong, sure hands at his hips was just enough of a distraction to cause Jiroh’s eyes to drift closed.
Gakuto almost disappeared when Yuushi invaded Jiroh’s senses this way.
“You’re so beautiful when you watch him, little lamb.”
Jiroh turned his head, seeking dark hair and soft lips. “He is the beautiful one.”
That laugh, and Jiroh inhaled sharply when Yuushi’s lips grazed his ear. “When will you give in, Jiroh? How long do you intend to make me court you this way?”
Leaning back, telling himself that it was just easier to rest against Yuushi’s warmth than to expend precious energy trying to elude it, Jiroh wanted Gakuto by his side. In his arms while Yuushi whispered all manner of sin and decadence against his ear. God, but he wanted it all - even when he’d been sure he never would.
“It’s not me you’re courting. It’s him you want.” Eyes closed when he spoke and it was in this way that Yuushi knew victory was about to be his.
He kissed the boy’s ear, nuzzled the fragrant, sweet place just behind the lobe, reveled in the swift intake of breath when he bit down on that vulnerable softness. “Stop lying to yourself. I never figured you for a quitter, Akutagawa-kun.”
Fingers curling into fists, angry when he didn’t want to be - aroused when he shouldn’t be. Beaten. Bested. So very ready to give in. “I won’t let you take him from me,” he murmured, even as he tilted his head to allow the taller boy access.
Yuushi ignored Atobe’s scowl, knowing that he’d been watching this little drama unfold right before his eyes. He didn’t care - to hell with Keigo, he had Tezuka to stroke his ego these days. Yuushi wanted to share in that sweetness that Jiroh gave to Gakuto - and he intended nothing less. “You know I wouldn’t try,” he whispered, one hand sliding around Jiroh’s trim waist to splay at his belly. Yuushi’s declarations of ownership were like nothing Jiroh had ever experienced before - he knew Gakuto wanted to know them for himself. “Let me in, Ji-chan - I won’t hurt you.”
“What about Gakkun?” He whispered, so afraid but so wanting to take the risk.
Hand against the front of Jiroh’s throat now, just touching, so careful, Yuushi held him tighter. The breeze picked up and Yuushi sighed his contentment. “I won’t hurt him, either. I only want to love you. Both of you.”
Closing his eyes, not wanting to see the others watching his capitulation, Jiroh nodded - the gesture almost imperceptible - and gripped Yuushi’s arm in an attempt to ground himself. Contrary to what his lover yearned for, Jiroh liked both feet on the ground.
And over his shoulder, Yuushi and Gakuto shared the same, wicked smile.
trinityhelix has requested Akutsu/Tachibana. Oh my, the roughness. *shiver* I'll give it a go. ♥
Staring straight ahead - alert today like he hadn’t been all year long, Jiroh gave himself over to the most alluring sort of beauty he’d ever known. Gakuto was warming up, stretching his muscles, standing on tiptoe and reaching for the sky like being grounded was the worst sort of punishment. He tipped his face heavenward, closed his eyes - lips parted while he soaked up the sunshine.
Jiroh’s heart fluttered, just watching him. Gakuto did call the sunlight. To Jiroh, he was the sun.
And that voice at his ear - like warm, sticky molasses - and those strong, sure hands at his hips was just enough of a distraction to cause Jiroh’s eyes to drift closed.
Gakuto almost disappeared when Yuushi invaded Jiroh’s senses this way.
“You’re so beautiful when you watch him, little lamb.”
Jiroh turned his head, seeking dark hair and soft lips. “He is the beautiful one.”
That laugh, and Jiroh inhaled sharply when Yuushi’s lips grazed his ear. “When will you give in, Jiroh? How long do you intend to make me court you this way?”
Leaning back, telling himself that it was just easier to rest against Yuushi’s warmth than to expend precious energy trying to elude it, Jiroh wanted Gakuto by his side. In his arms while Yuushi whispered all manner of sin and decadence against his ear. God, but he wanted it all - even when he’d been sure he never would.
“It’s not me you’re courting. It’s him you want.” Eyes closed when he spoke and it was in this way that Yuushi knew victory was about to be his.
He kissed the boy’s ear, nuzzled the fragrant, sweet place just behind the lobe, reveled in the swift intake of breath when he bit down on that vulnerable softness. “Stop lying to yourself. I never figured you for a quitter, Akutagawa-kun.”
Fingers curling into fists, angry when he didn’t want to be - aroused when he shouldn’t be. Beaten. Bested. So very ready to give in. “I won’t let you take him from me,” he murmured, even as he tilted his head to allow the taller boy access.
Yuushi ignored Atobe’s scowl, knowing that he’d been watching this little drama unfold right before his eyes. He didn’t care - to hell with Keigo, he had Tezuka to stroke his ego these days. Yuushi wanted to share in that sweetness that Jiroh gave to Gakuto - and he intended nothing less. “You know I wouldn’t try,” he whispered, one hand sliding around Jiroh’s trim waist to splay at his belly. Yuushi’s declarations of ownership were like nothing Jiroh had ever experienced before - he knew Gakuto wanted to know them for himself. “Let me in, Ji-chan - I won’t hurt you.”
“What about Gakkun?” He whispered, so afraid but so wanting to take the risk.
Hand against the front of Jiroh’s throat now, just touching, so careful, Yuushi held him tighter. The breeze picked up and Yuushi sighed his contentment. “I won’t hurt him, either. I only want to love you. Both of you.”
Closing his eyes, not wanting to see the others watching his capitulation, Jiroh nodded - the gesture almost imperceptible - and gripped Yuushi’s arm in an attempt to ground himself. Contrary to what his lover yearned for, Jiroh liked both feet on the ground.
And over his shoulder, Yuushi and Gakuto shared the same, wicked smile.
trinityhelix has requested Akutsu/Tachibana. Oh my, the roughness. *shiver* I'll give it a go. ♥