Togaochi 4/9
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Gratuity in this chapter: gratuitous Tyki, gratuitous Portuguese
Title: “咎落ち Togaochi”
Fandom: D.Gray-man
Characters: Tyki/Komui
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: gratuitous gratuity, implied sex
Word Count: 189
Disclaimer: D.Gray-man not mine.
Things were severely awry that Komui was lying in bed, naked, with Tyki Mikk and it wasn’t the worst thing that had ever happened to him. In fact, it didn’t even make the list. Lying there in the aftermath of mind-blowing sex, he started to wonder if it rated one of the better things yet. If so, he severely hated his life.
Tyki leaned over him to fill his vision, but Komui flinched less than usual at the sight. Mostly because the sight was a dark blur without his glasses. The Noah’s lips settled warmly on his own; the contact was light, but sent a thrill of memory through his tired body.
“Mm. Again?”
“I intend to, but now you need to rest, pão.”
“Um.” Protesting and not protesting warred within his head, but he closed his eyes and the latter won out.
He was pulled back into the crook of Tyki’s shoulder, with his breath on his hair and his hands over his heart. The former supervisor of the Black Order science department found himself snuggled. With a Noah. It was warm and comfortable. He hated his life.
Gratuity in this chapter: gratuitous Tyki, gratuitous Portuguese
Title: “咎落ち Togaochi”
Fandom: D.Gray-man
Characters: Tyki/Komui
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: gratuitous gratuity, implied sex
Word Count: 189
Disclaimer: D.Gray-man not mine.
Things were severely awry that Komui was lying in bed, naked, with Tyki Mikk and it wasn’t the worst thing that had ever happened to him. In fact, it didn’t even make the list. Lying there in the aftermath of mind-blowing sex, he started to wonder if it rated one of the better things yet. If so, he severely hated his life.
Tyki leaned over him to fill his vision, but Komui flinched less than usual at the sight. Mostly because the sight was a dark blur without his glasses. The Noah’s lips settled warmly on his own; the contact was light, but sent a thrill of memory through his tired body.
“Mm. Again?”
“I intend to, but now you need to rest, pão.”
“Um.” Protesting and not protesting warred within his head, but he closed his eyes and the latter won out.
He was pulled back into the crook of Tyki’s shoulder, with his breath on his hair and his hands over his heart. The former supervisor of the Black Order science department found himself snuggled. With a Noah. It was warm and comfortable. He hated his life.