TeniPuri: (FIC) Inclined: Osagin: NC-17
Title: Inclined
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Osamu/Gin
Summary: Osamu feels his soul slip away a little more every day.
Contains: Daddy!kink, underage.
For: whisper132 and me, who both wanted Osamu/Gin with daddy!kink.
The first time it happens, Osamu's sure he's imagining things. When he's like this, with Gin under him, he tends to not pay attention to anything but the feel of Gin's body against his, the taste of Gin on his lips, and the sound of Gin's harsh breath in his ear.
He doesn't want to rethink it in his mind to confirm. Every time his succumbs to Gin's touch, he feels another little bit of his soul chip away. And another when Gin walks naked from the shower to put on his school uniform before heading home.
Osamu can't look at himself in the mirror anymore. He's afraid he'll see the word pervert tattooed in bold kanji on his forehead.
It's the second time it happens that he's sure. It's barely a whisper, but Osamu hears it. It makes him impossibly harder and he moans, which he never does. Gin's knees press harder against his sides, and starts riding him so hard that Osamu's sure his dick is going to break. That's when Gin says it again, louder this time. "Daddy."
He comes in an instant and hates himself more than ever the second he can open his eyes. Gin's staring down at him, all heat and need, and licks his lips. There's come all over Osamu's stomach, which tells him Gin likes it just as much as he does.
It doesn't make him feel any better.
"Osamu," Gin says quietly, but he can't speak. His cock, half-hard, is still inside Gin, and the look he's getting makes him want to do it all over again.
Instead, he says, "Kid, you're heavy."
He really needs to just call Gin by name. That endearment has got to go before he drives himself insane.
Gin only moves to flip them so Osamu's on top, Gin tugging him down against his sweaty skin. "Please," he says, so formally, and then whispers, "Please, Daddy." And Osamu can feel hell heating his skin as he kisses Gin until his body can acquiesce to Gin's demands.
The next day, at practice, Gin tells Chitose he pulled a muscle training at home. It makes Osamu hate himself all over again.
After that, the floodgates open. Gin gets bolder, which shouldn't surprise Osamu anymore, and says it more often, louder. Osamu's not sure he can come without hearing Gin's voice in his ear, needy and wanton, calling him daddy, begging for more.
A night and a day of drinking in the solitude of his flat, alone with his thoughts gives him enough courage to put a stop to it. It's Sunday and Gin always comes first thing and stays as late as possible. Osamu steps out on the balcony for fresh air and a cigarette and waits.
Gin unlocks the door while he's still smoking. Osamu wonders when he lost his mind and gave the kid his own key, but it really doesn't matter.
"Osamu," he says, "I'm home."
He stubs out the rest of his cigarette and comes inside. Osamu feels his himself wavering and they haven't even started talking yet.
"Gin," he begins, but he can't say anything else because Gin's too close and they're kissing, and he knows he's lost.
It doesn't take long for them to make it over to the sofa. Gin's straddling his lap, raising up and down on his cock with slow, deliberate movements. Osamu hates this position because he has to look Gin in the eye, see his all too young face. He can't close his eyes and pretend anything else.
Gin opens his mouth and Osamu covers it quickly with his own, kissing any words away. He lies to himself and says this is okay as long as Gin doesn't say what he wants to hear. His resolve crumbles after a few moments. Osamu kisses down Gin's throat and onto his shoulder, biting at the skin.
He lets himself feel Gin's breath heavy against his skin, lets himself hear the words, Gin panting against his ear-daddy…more…please, daddy-, lets another piece of his soul go with his blessing.
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Osamu/Gin
Summary: Osamu feels his soul slip away a little more every day.
Contains: Daddy!kink, underage.
For: whisper132 and me, who both wanted Osamu/Gin with daddy!kink.
The first time it happens, Osamu's sure he's imagining things. When he's like this, with Gin under him, he tends to not pay attention to anything but the feel of Gin's body against his, the taste of Gin on his lips, and the sound of Gin's harsh breath in his ear.
He doesn't want to rethink it in his mind to confirm. Every time his succumbs to Gin's touch, he feels another little bit of his soul chip away. And another when Gin walks naked from the shower to put on his school uniform before heading home.
Osamu can't look at himself in the mirror anymore. He's afraid he'll see the word pervert tattooed in bold kanji on his forehead.
It's the second time it happens that he's sure. It's barely a whisper, but Osamu hears it. It makes him impossibly harder and he moans, which he never does. Gin's knees press harder against his sides, and starts riding him so hard that Osamu's sure his dick is going to break. That's when Gin says it again, louder this time. "Daddy."
He comes in an instant and hates himself more than ever the second he can open his eyes. Gin's staring down at him, all heat and need, and licks his lips. There's come all over Osamu's stomach, which tells him Gin likes it just as much as he does.
It doesn't make him feel any better.
"Osamu," Gin says quietly, but he can't speak. His cock, half-hard, is still inside Gin, and the look he's getting makes him want to do it all over again.
Instead, he says, "Kid, you're heavy."
He really needs to just call Gin by name. That endearment has got to go before he drives himself insane.
Gin only moves to flip them so Osamu's on top, Gin tugging him down against his sweaty skin. "Please," he says, so formally, and then whispers, "Please, Daddy." And Osamu can feel hell heating his skin as he kisses Gin until his body can acquiesce to Gin's demands.
The next day, at practice, Gin tells Chitose he pulled a muscle training at home. It makes Osamu hate himself all over again.
After that, the floodgates open. Gin gets bolder, which shouldn't surprise Osamu anymore, and says it more often, louder. Osamu's not sure he can come without hearing Gin's voice in his ear, needy and wanton, calling him daddy, begging for more.
A night and a day of drinking in the solitude of his flat, alone with his thoughts gives him enough courage to put a stop to it. It's Sunday and Gin always comes first thing and stays as late as possible. Osamu steps out on the balcony for fresh air and a cigarette and waits.
Gin unlocks the door while he's still smoking. Osamu wonders when he lost his mind and gave the kid his own key, but it really doesn't matter.
"Osamu," he says, "I'm home."
He stubs out the rest of his cigarette and comes inside. Osamu feels his himself wavering and they haven't even started talking yet.
"Gin," he begins, but he can't say anything else because Gin's too close and they're kissing, and he knows he's lost.
It doesn't take long for them to make it over to the sofa. Gin's straddling his lap, raising up and down on his cock with slow, deliberate movements. Osamu hates this position because he has to look Gin in the eye, see his all too young face. He can't close his eyes and pretend anything else.
Gin opens his mouth and Osamu covers it quickly with his own, kissing any words away. He lies to himself and says this is okay as long as Gin doesn't say what he wants to hear. His resolve crumbles after a few moments. Osamu kisses down Gin's throat and onto his shoulder, biting at the skin.
He lets himself feel Gin's breath heavy against his skin, lets himself hear the words, Gin panting against his ear-daddy…more…please, daddy-, lets another piece of his soul go with his blessing.