(Digimon) Ribbons And Bows
Title: Ribbons And Bows
Fandom: Digimon
Pairing: Taichi/Yamato
Rating: PG-13
Words: 701
Notes: For otp_100, prompt "Christmas".
Summary: In the spirit of stress and chaos and ill-advised last minute presents.
“You suck at this,” Yamato says with a wry grin, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed over his chest.
Taichi frowns and glances down at where he’s managed to tape his hand to the messily gift-wrapped box. “Shut up,” he sighs, trying to tug his fingers free. “I’d like to see you do any better.”
Yamato laughs and moves closer, kicking aside several crumbled balls of wrapping paper, snowmen and Christmas trees screwed into angry balls of garbage. “I could do better than that, easy,” he snorts, nodding towards the chaos of ribbon and adhesive tape hanging off Taichi’s hand with a smug smile. “It’s just more fun watching you struggle.”
Taichi looks at the pile of presents he’s spent the last hour wrapping, most of which are now either stuck together by stray tape or are slowly unravelling, corners coming loose, and feels something inside of him snap.
Yamato’s eyes widen in surprise at his roar of frustration, and he ducks just in time as Taichi jerks his arm suddenly enough that the present attached to it breaks free and sails over Yamato’s head.
Mimi’s bath crystals explode against the wall, and Taichi gives another strangled yell, because that was an accident and he’d forgotten exactly what he was wrapping and how fragile it was, but it’s enough of a distraction that Yamato doesn’t see the tackle coming.
His back hits the floor with a solid thump, and Taichi reaches for his wrists instantly, holding them pinned beside his head. “Let’s see how ‘fun’ it is watching me struggle once I’ve taped your mouth shut,” he growls.
For a moment Yamato looks like he’s about to laugh, before he seems to realise just how serious the crazed look in Taichi’s eye is, and he starts to squirm under Taichi’s weight. His protests become more frantic and higher pitched when Taichi leans down and bites at his neck, not savage but just fierce enough to leave a mark, and it’s all Yamato’s fault, somehow, that Taichi decided to leave all his Christmas shopping to the last minute. He’s spent all day being shoved around by frazzled shoppers, standing in endless queues, trying to at least be polite to the exhausted sales assistants, most of which had looked close to tears, even when all he wanted to do was scream at the top of his lungs and throw himself through the nearest store window, festive display be damned. He’s tired and hungry and somebody has to pay, and Yamato’s closest, and he always looks so good writhing beneath Taichi, which is a bonus.
Yamato’s also very sneaky, unfortunately, and when he leans up and licks a heated path across Taichi’s face, it’s enough to make him pause, blinking in confusion. That’s apparently all the opportunity Yamato needs to yank his wrists free and reach for the nearest blunt object, which happens to be a roll of wrapping paper that makes a hollow noise as it smacks against the side of Taichi’s head.
Taichi yelps, and Yamato just keeps swatting at him with the rolled paper, and somehow Taichi finds himself on his back, Yamato straddling his waist with a triumphant grin.
“What was that, Yagami?” he crows, wielding the roll of paper like a sword, and his hair’s tousled and Taichi’s tempted to point out that there’s festively shiny red ribbon now tangled in it, and that Yamato looks faintly ridiculous. Except that being tired and hungry and wrestling with Yamato has quickly veered Taichi into what Yamato refers to as ‘default; horny’ and he smirks and rubs his hands up Yamato’s thighs.
“Hmm, let’s see,” he murmurs, and Yamato stills, frowning suspiciously. “I think I was threatening to gag you.”
Yamato’s eyes fly wide, lips parted, and Taichi watches in interest as a light flush blooms almost instantly across his face. He can hear Yamato’s breathing as it turns rapid and shallow, and he glances at the ribbon and wrapping paper and back to Yamato’s darkening eyes.
Maybe discovering your partner has a secret fetish for bondage isn’t really in keeping with the spirit of the holiday but damn if it isn’t the best Christmas present Taichi’s ever had.
Fandom: Digimon
Pairing: Taichi/Yamato
Rating: PG-13
Words: 701
Notes: For otp_100, prompt "Christmas".
Summary: In the spirit of stress and chaos and ill-advised last minute presents.
“You suck at this,” Yamato says with a wry grin, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed over his chest.
Taichi frowns and glances down at where he’s managed to tape his hand to the messily gift-wrapped box. “Shut up,” he sighs, trying to tug his fingers free. “I’d like to see you do any better.”
Yamato laughs and moves closer, kicking aside several crumbled balls of wrapping paper, snowmen and Christmas trees screwed into angry balls of garbage. “I could do better than that, easy,” he snorts, nodding towards the chaos of ribbon and adhesive tape hanging off Taichi’s hand with a smug smile. “It’s just more fun watching you struggle.”
Taichi looks at the pile of presents he’s spent the last hour wrapping, most of which are now either stuck together by stray tape or are slowly unravelling, corners coming loose, and feels something inside of him snap.
Yamato’s eyes widen in surprise at his roar of frustration, and he ducks just in time as Taichi jerks his arm suddenly enough that the present attached to it breaks free and sails over Yamato’s head.
Mimi’s bath crystals explode against the wall, and Taichi gives another strangled yell, because that was an accident and he’d forgotten exactly what he was wrapping and how fragile it was, but it’s enough of a distraction that Yamato doesn’t see the tackle coming.
His back hits the floor with a solid thump, and Taichi reaches for his wrists instantly, holding them pinned beside his head. “Let’s see how ‘fun’ it is watching me struggle once I’ve taped your mouth shut,” he growls.
For a moment Yamato looks like he’s about to laugh, before he seems to realise just how serious the crazed look in Taichi’s eye is, and he starts to squirm under Taichi’s weight. His protests become more frantic and higher pitched when Taichi leans down and bites at his neck, not savage but just fierce enough to leave a mark, and it’s all Yamato’s fault, somehow, that Taichi decided to leave all his Christmas shopping to the last minute. He’s spent all day being shoved around by frazzled shoppers, standing in endless queues, trying to at least be polite to the exhausted sales assistants, most of which had looked close to tears, even when all he wanted to do was scream at the top of his lungs and throw himself through the nearest store window, festive display be damned. He’s tired and hungry and somebody has to pay, and Yamato’s closest, and he always looks so good writhing beneath Taichi, which is a bonus.
Yamato’s also very sneaky, unfortunately, and when he leans up and licks a heated path across Taichi’s face, it’s enough to make him pause, blinking in confusion. That’s apparently all the opportunity Yamato needs to yank his wrists free and reach for the nearest blunt object, which happens to be a roll of wrapping paper that makes a hollow noise as it smacks against the side of Taichi’s head.
Taichi yelps, and Yamato just keeps swatting at him with the rolled paper, and somehow Taichi finds himself on his back, Yamato straddling his waist with a triumphant grin.
“What was that, Yagami?” he crows, wielding the roll of paper like a sword, and his hair’s tousled and Taichi’s tempted to point out that there’s festively shiny red ribbon now tangled in it, and that Yamato looks faintly ridiculous. Except that being tired and hungry and wrestling with Yamato has quickly veered Taichi into what Yamato refers to as ‘default; horny’ and he smirks and rubs his hands up Yamato’s thighs.
“Hmm, let’s see,” he murmurs, and Yamato stills, frowning suspiciously. “I think I was threatening to gag you.”
Yamato’s eyes fly wide, lips parted, and Taichi watches in interest as a light flush blooms almost instantly across his face. He can hear Yamato’s breathing as it turns rapid and shallow, and he glances at the ribbon and wrapping paper and back to Yamato’s darkening eyes.
Maybe discovering your partner has a secret fetish for bondage isn’t really in keeping with the spirit of the holiday but damn if it isn’t the best Christmas present Taichi’s ever had.