FEATHER MOON
song by Vienna Teng
poem by William Heyen
drabble by Elf Asato
Breathe in, breathe out.
No radical change, just a slow curve, hanging like a model's smile. An imagined betrayal because Seishirou was dead.
Don't think. Move.
Sex was different than imagined. No emotional attachment. Just two bodies in motion.
Subaru was just a hitchhiker in Fuuma's life and pants. He'd get where he wanted, then leave. Fuuma understood.
Slow and easy. Fast and hard. But loose and easy. The end, a bittersweet climax, always justified the means.
A cock inside him eliminated thinking. That was the point. All he had to concentrate on was pleasure - and breathing.
Exhale and inhale.
This was the Fubaru!smut attempt for
denpagirl. I might write another one, with actual sex (woot), but I wanted to write just this first. Getting it down to 100 words was a challenge, but I think it still retained its original quality.
Anyway, I was listening to Vienna Teng's Feather Moon, and the first four words and last three were directly inspired/from the song. The line a slow curve hanging like a model's smile, which I adore, comes from the poem "Mantle" by William Heyen. So there you have it. Smuttish Fuuma/Subaru drabble.
Now you know what this means,
denpagirl...
...It's Seishirou/Inuki time!