KHR - fic: (Guardians/)27, "Lull", R.
Written for the KHR kink meme.
Title: Lull
Rating: R
Characters/Pairings: Tsuna (guardians/27)
Prompt: "Tsuna masturbating + fantasizing about his Guardians (+ Chrome) completely dominating him?"
Summary: See prompt, pretty much. :V
Notes: Threadbare when it comes to plot. Also, Radish is incapable of writing masturbation and making it the least bit sexy. Sorry. Oh, and wiggly tenses. :V If you catch anything let me know and I'll fix it. totally unbeta'd.
Private time is so hard to come by nowadays. Someone is always bursting in--Nana, or the kids, or one of his Guardians. Reborn has laid claim to the majority of his time, which makes sense--Tsuna would not have survived the insanity of the mafia world (or at least the parts of it he'd glimpsed) without his tutelage. Never mind that Reborn was responsible for much of the craziness commonplace in his life.
Today, though, Gokudera walked him to his door and went home afterward ("I will see you tomorrow morning, Tenth!"). Yamamoto has baseball practice. The kids are out with Nana until later, since she had promised to take them to an amusement park. Reborn had been called back to Italy for a personal report on the Vongola heir's status.
In other words, Tsuna's room is his own for the next several hours. Barring unforeseen interruptions, anyway, he could have time to himself.
He draws the curtains closed and flops down onto his bed. Staring at the ceiling is boring, though, and he doesn't feel like reading manga. Games are somewhat less fun, he has to admit, without Lambo and I-pin. There was no way he was doing homework when he had precious free time without an infant tutor holding him at gunpoint.
Tsuna strips down to his boxers and leaves his uniform piled on the floor next to the bed. He closes his eyes and imagines Kyoko's smile, but somehow that leaves him feeling unclean when he drifts a hand towards his waistband. Thinking of Kyoko brings Ryohei to mind. From what he has heard his Sun Guardian would date Hana Kurokawa in the future, but it makes him feel a little less guilty when he tries to imagine what kind of lover Ryohei would be.
His Sun does not ever do things halfway. He would be warm, Tsuna imagines, with strong hands and an enthusiastic tongue. He would pull Tsuna flush against his body and surround him with warmth, with a firm grip on his cock and a kiss that would make him impossibly hot inside, like drinking sunbeams. If Tsuna were bold enough to move down his body and take his hard length into his mouth, Ryohei would card his fingers through his hair and cry out boldly when he climaxed.
(Tsuna maneuvers the boxers off and takes himself in hand, giving himself a few quick strokes.)
He would be different from Chrome, who would be shy and sweet, cunning and unpredictable, pretty and willful. She would manifest flowering vines and bind his arms, and a pillow to prop him up. She would undress him slowly and little by little erode his control--a quick stroke to his cock here, a nibble at his nipples there, her slender fingers carefully opening him up and seeking the nub that makes him cry out in breathless pleasure. She might lift her skirt and sink down onto him, swallowing him in her heat. Her illusions would probe into him to fill him with a thick, insistent hardness that seemingly had a mind of its own.
She might become Mukuro, who would never be shy and wouldn't be nearly as sweet. Mukuro would be subtle, admiring Chrome's handiwork and leaving him bound by flowering vines. He would mark him with illusory cuts and wounds and wave them away, the fleeting pain warping into pleasure. He would make him feel stretched open and full, more vines pulling Tsuna's knees wide and baring all of him for anyone to see (for Mukuro to see).
(Tsuna spreads his legs and strokes himself a little more roughly, adding a subtle twist of his wrist that he thinks Mukuro and maybe Chrome would use.)
Hibari wouldn't be too different from Mukuro, Tsuna thinks, except that he would probably have to fight him first before getting into the "lovers" territory. He is also possessive as hell and would likely bite to death anyone who dared lay hands on what was his. Or at least try.
Tsuna can imagine his Cloud Guardian leaving little marks all over him, insistent on marking him as his. He would suck on patches of his skin until they bruised, and then bite his nipples gently, intent on making Tsuna understand his territorial nature. He would spread Tsuna's knees wide and push the slick end of a tonfa in--not too far, but far enough to be uncomfortable. Then he would add well-oiled fingers one at a time, waiting to see the predator in Tsuna bare his teeth, waiting until Tsuna mustered his Will and growled "Get on with it," before pulling them and the tonfa out. Hibari would probably bite as he pushed in, anywhere he could reach, and his rhythm would be as hard and unforgiving as the way he fought.
(His grip is a little on the punishing side--perhaps this is what it feels like to go to him when Hibari feels the need to reassert his claim. He relaxes his hand a little and tilts his head back, exposing his throat for the imaginary Hibari to bite.)
The teenage Lambo would probably set a similar pace, but more from an inability to control himself than any real desire to stake a claim on Tsuna. He would be clumsy and driven by hormones, but he would be earnest, and he would be sensitive; he would probably take Tsuna on hands and knees, pressing inexperienced kisses to the curve of Tsuna's back between thrusts. Lambo would probably come quickly and cry afterward, more from embarrassment at finishing so quickly than anything else. He would probably attempt to give Tsuna a handjob when Tsuna gathered his Lightning to him to wipe away the tears and soothe his youngest guardian.
(Tsuna adjusts his stroke rhythm again, to the slow and uncertain pace of a teenage boy trying to win the forgiveness and approval of the boss who had already forgiven him.)
Yamamoto would laugh a lot. Having sex with him would be interesting--there was the side of him that was the smile he was nearly always wearing, honest or not: the side that loved baseball and thought the mafia game was the most fun he'd ever had. Then there was the other side, the side that was the natural-born hitman and the side that let him master the Shigure Souen style so quickly, the side where his cold fury lay sleeping most of the time. The hands that bore sword calluses and baseball calluses would catalog Tsuna's scars and the sensitive places on his body, would make him arch and cry out and swear that his Rain had much more experience than he actually did. But he would probably also be gentle in him, starting at an easy pace. He would kiss like the calming rain he embodied, soft and soothing.
(He has no way of simulating Yamamoto's calluses, but Tsuna puts his free hand to work finding scar tissue and sensitive places alike on himself. The hand still stroking his cock speeds up, more sure this time.)
Soothing was never really something his Storm was good at, but he tried. Gokudera would probably be a number of contradictions--tender and forceful, rough and gentle, wildly passionate and tightly controlled.
Of all his guardians, Gokudera would be the most careful, Tsuna thought. The others would care, but Gokudera acted like Tsuna was the sun and all the rest of the world revolved thus around him. Gokudera would drop little kisses all over him and stroke his hair, drop to his knees and suck Tsuna into his mouth until he cried out. His green eyes would meet Tsuna's in a hazy, half-lidded look of desire, never once breaking eye contact while he drank down every last drop of Tsuna's climax. He too would slip slick fingers one at a time into Tsuna's body, but he would wait while Tsuna adjusted to the intrusion of each one, and when his boss could wait no longer he would carefully push in. Gokudera would kiss him tenderly and move with cautious reserve until he was sure Tsuna was not suffering--then he was like a storm, relentless.
Because Tsuna sees Gokudera a lot, it is almost too easy to imagine him at the moment of climax--head tossed back, eyes closed, lips parted, uttering Tsuna's name in nothing less than a breathless prayer. It is too much--Tsuna barely has the presence of mind to grab a tissue before he comes abruptly, back arching off the bed before he settles back onto the bedspread.
He balls up the tissue and tosses it at the wastebasket, missing it entirely; tugging his boxers back on, he curls up under the covers. As Tsuna falls asleep, he thinks vaguely of how quiet it is around the house. It is nice to have time to himself.
I typed out "guardians" so many times it started not looking like a word and then looking like it was spelled wrong. I hate when that happens. :(
Also if you read this on the kink meme you now know who was responsible. :V
P.S. should be drawing croquis, but somehow wound up drawing a mock-up for a doujinshi cover based on "English" by frostberryjam. What's most absurd is that I haven't even asked for permission to draw a comic for the fic yet. D; ... Okay, so I kind of wanted to wait until I had a good chunk of it done before asking. I wouldn't put it up anywhere if big sister Berry wasn't okay with it.
Also Turkey is a jerk and doesn't like to let me draw him. At least Greece is a little more agreeable, if only by virtue of being asleep in the cover. And even then he insisted on falling asleep sitting sideways on a chair.
Title: Lull
Rating: R
Characters/Pairings: Tsuna (guardians/27)
Prompt: "Tsuna masturbating + fantasizing about his Guardians (+ Chrome) completely dominating him?"
Summary: See prompt, pretty much. :V
Notes: Threadbare when it comes to plot. Also, Radish is incapable of writing masturbation and making it the least bit sexy. Sorry. Oh, and wiggly tenses. :V If you catch anything let me know and I'll fix it. totally unbeta'd.
Private time is so hard to come by nowadays. Someone is always bursting in--Nana, or the kids, or one of his Guardians. Reborn has laid claim to the majority of his time, which makes sense--Tsuna would not have survived the insanity of the mafia world (or at least the parts of it he'd glimpsed) without his tutelage. Never mind that Reborn was responsible for much of the craziness commonplace in his life.
Today, though, Gokudera walked him to his door and went home afterward ("I will see you tomorrow morning, Tenth!"). Yamamoto has baseball practice. The kids are out with Nana until later, since she had promised to take them to an amusement park. Reborn had been called back to Italy for a personal report on the Vongola heir's status.
In other words, Tsuna's room is his own for the next several hours. Barring unforeseen interruptions, anyway, he could have time to himself.
He draws the curtains closed and flops down onto his bed. Staring at the ceiling is boring, though, and he doesn't feel like reading manga. Games are somewhat less fun, he has to admit, without Lambo and I-pin. There was no way he was doing homework when he had precious free time without an infant tutor holding him at gunpoint.
Tsuna strips down to his boxers and leaves his uniform piled on the floor next to the bed. He closes his eyes and imagines Kyoko's smile, but somehow that leaves him feeling unclean when he drifts a hand towards his waistband. Thinking of Kyoko brings Ryohei to mind. From what he has heard his Sun Guardian would date Hana Kurokawa in the future, but it makes him feel a little less guilty when he tries to imagine what kind of lover Ryohei would be.
His Sun does not ever do things halfway. He would be warm, Tsuna imagines, with strong hands and an enthusiastic tongue. He would pull Tsuna flush against his body and surround him with warmth, with a firm grip on his cock and a kiss that would make him impossibly hot inside, like drinking sunbeams. If Tsuna were bold enough to move down his body and take his hard length into his mouth, Ryohei would card his fingers through his hair and cry out boldly when he climaxed.
(Tsuna maneuvers the boxers off and takes himself in hand, giving himself a few quick strokes.)
He would be different from Chrome, who would be shy and sweet, cunning and unpredictable, pretty and willful. She would manifest flowering vines and bind his arms, and a pillow to prop him up. She would undress him slowly and little by little erode his control--a quick stroke to his cock here, a nibble at his nipples there, her slender fingers carefully opening him up and seeking the nub that makes him cry out in breathless pleasure. She might lift her skirt and sink down onto him, swallowing him in her heat. Her illusions would probe into him to fill him with a thick, insistent hardness that seemingly had a mind of its own.
She might become Mukuro, who would never be shy and wouldn't be nearly as sweet. Mukuro would be subtle, admiring Chrome's handiwork and leaving him bound by flowering vines. He would mark him with illusory cuts and wounds and wave them away, the fleeting pain warping into pleasure. He would make him feel stretched open and full, more vines pulling Tsuna's knees wide and baring all of him for anyone to see (for Mukuro to see).
(Tsuna spreads his legs and strokes himself a little more roughly, adding a subtle twist of his wrist that he thinks Mukuro and maybe Chrome would use.)
Hibari wouldn't be too different from Mukuro, Tsuna thinks, except that he would probably have to fight him first before getting into the "lovers" territory. He is also possessive as hell and would likely bite to death anyone who dared lay hands on what was his. Or at least try.
Tsuna can imagine his Cloud Guardian leaving little marks all over him, insistent on marking him as his. He would suck on patches of his skin until they bruised, and then bite his nipples gently, intent on making Tsuna understand his territorial nature. He would spread Tsuna's knees wide and push the slick end of a tonfa in--not too far, but far enough to be uncomfortable. Then he would add well-oiled fingers one at a time, waiting to see the predator in Tsuna bare his teeth, waiting until Tsuna mustered his Will and growled "Get on with it," before pulling them and the tonfa out. Hibari would probably bite as he pushed in, anywhere he could reach, and his rhythm would be as hard and unforgiving as the way he fought.
(His grip is a little on the punishing side--perhaps this is what it feels like to go to him when Hibari feels the need to reassert his claim. He relaxes his hand a little and tilts his head back, exposing his throat for the imaginary Hibari to bite.)
The teenage Lambo would probably set a similar pace, but more from an inability to control himself than any real desire to stake a claim on Tsuna. He would be clumsy and driven by hormones, but he would be earnest, and he would be sensitive; he would probably take Tsuna on hands and knees, pressing inexperienced kisses to the curve of Tsuna's back between thrusts. Lambo would probably come quickly and cry afterward, more from embarrassment at finishing so quickly than anything else. He would probably attempt to give Tsuna a handjob when Tsuna gathered his Lightning to him to wipe away the tears and soothe his youngest guardian.
(Tsuna adjusts his stroke rhythm again, to the slow and uncertain pace of a teenage boy trying to win the forgiveness and approval of the boss who had already forgiven him.)
Yamamoto would laugh a lot. Having sex with him would be interesting--there was the side of him that was the smile he was nearly always wearing, honest or not: the side that loved baseball and thought the mafia game was the most fun he'd ever had. Then there was the other side, the side that was the natural-born hitman and the side that let him master the Shigure Souen style so quickly, the side where his cold fury lay sleeping most of the time. The hands that bore sword calluses and baseball calluses would catalog Tsuna's scars and the sensitive places on his body, would make him arch and cry out and swear that his Rain had much more experience than he actually did. But he would probably also be gentle in him, starting at an easy pace. He would kiss like the calming rain he embodied, soft and soothing.
(He has no way of simulating Yamamoto's calluses, but Tsuna puts his free hand to work finding scar tissue and sensitive places alike on himself. The hand still stroking his cock speeds up, more sure this time.)
Soothing was never really something his Storm was good at, but he tried. Gokudera would probably be a number of contradictions--tender and forceful, rough and gentle, wildly passionate and tightly controlled.
Of all his guardians, Gokudera would be the most careful, Tsuna thought. The others would care, but Gokudera acted like Tsuna was the sun and all the rest of the world revolved thus around him. Gokudera would drop little kisses all over him and stroke his hair, drop to his knees and suck Tsuna into his mouth until he cried out. His green eyes would meet Tsuna's in a hazy, half-lidded look of desire, never once breaking eye contact while he drank down every last drop of Tsuna's climax. He too would slip slick fingers one at a time into Tsuna's body, but he would wait while Tsuna adjusted to the intrusion of each one, and when his boss could wait no longer he would carefully push in. Gokudera would kiss him tenderly and move with cautious reserve until he was sure Tsuna was not suffering--then he was like a storm, relentless.
Because Tsuna sees Gokudera a lot, it is almost too easy to imagine him at the moment of climax--head tossed back, eyes closed, lips parted, uttering Tsuna's name in nothing less than a breathless prayer. It is too much--Tsuna barely has the presence of mind to grab a tissue before he comes abruptly, back arching off the bed before he settles back onto the bedspread.
He balls up the tissue and tosses it at the wastebasket, missing it entirely; tugging his boxers back on, he curls up under the covers. As Tsuna falls asleep, he thinks vaguely of how quiet it is around the house. It is nice to have time to himself.
I typed out "guardians" so many times it started not looking like a word and then looking like it was spelled wrong. I hate when that happens. :(
Also if you read this on the kink meme you now know who was responsible. :V
P.S. should be drawing croquis, but somehow wound up drawing a mock-up for a doujinshi cover based on "English" by frostberryjam. What's most absurd is that I haven't even asked for permission to draw a comic for the fic yet. D; ... Okay, so I kind of wanted to wait until I had a good chunk of it done before asking. I wouldn't put it up anywhere if big sister Berry wasn't okay with it.
Also Turkey is a jerk and doesn't like to let me draw him. At least Greece is a little more agreeable, if only by virtue of being asleep in the cover. And even then he insisted on falling asleep sitting sideways on a chair.