Wait, In Gold (Tsuzuku/Koichi, Oneshot)
Title: Wait, in Gold
Author: sciencesaves
Genre: Drama, romance, angst
Rating: R
Warnings: promiscuity, suggestiveness, drug use
Pairing: Tsuzuku/Koichi (Tzk/??, Koichi/??)
Summary: Beautiful wolf; you grin even with my drink running down your face
Gold glitter eyeliner.
You murmur into my desperate clavicle,
one hand just grazing my cheek
a warm palm held against my gilded and undulating spine,
that I look just like the decorated wreckage of a
confetti birthday cake.
“This one’s on me.”
Blood blooms from my nose
and somewhere you take another shot and his syrupy laughter slithers up your neck
gets snagged in your hair.
But my eyes are stinging
and the room somehow sparkles
with tiny explosions of black.
“Lightweight, all this from one line?”
I twist my fingers into knots beneath the table
feel bones and tendons shift beneath my skin
like toppling dominoes
and decide not to mention the after-show Adderall.
I bite down on laminate fingernails,
playboy pink,
when he grabs me by the elbow
and whispers in my ear, “you’ve got no chance,”
the ache chokes me and I can’t breathe,
“but I do,”
because I know he’s right.
The flash of your smile,
canine teeth glinting white-gold with tiny promises when you call me
a tease
a slut
a sugarcoated glitter bomb.
When your lips meet mine, sound suddenly explodes and my voice,
“fuck. you.”
seems too fucking loud.
Beautiful wolf; you grin even with my drink running down your face
dripping thickly from your nose and chin
like the messy end of a bukakke scene.
The bathroom light flickers across the exposed skin of your throat
shimmering as if your shifting bodies are set aflame.
You, holy in black
eyes blurred like the stretching shadow of a passing train
just visible beneath wild strands of hair, tangled and snarled.
You gasp
just as his…
his hand tightens on your half-bare thigh,
hitches it higher.
Lashes trembling against your heated cheeks,
you release a soft moan
just as I…
I stumble into the nearest stall
kneel
and retch loudly.
I cough out the sour taste of copper and bile
and stare at my right hand
pressed to the floor in front of me
while the left curls into a fist and begins hitting against my thigh
as if counting out the time
between each pleading “more,”
thump
between each whisper too low to be heard,
thump
between the quiet breaths I try not to take.
“Hey-- hey, are you okay? Your knee is bleeding.”
“That shit hammered me... take me home with you?”
“Ko, you’re trashed…”
“Take me home or someone else will,” I slur him easily into compliance.
“Touch me,” I say against his salty skin
and repeat it like some obscene apology.
“Touch me.”
Because his eyes are clear and hard
when he stabs his cigarette out against the headboard
when I slip another pick-me-up pill between parted lips
swallow it like every other excuse
when he presses me to damp sheets
spreads stinging knees
pulls roughly on jutting hipbones,
“oh, fuck-- fuck yes.”
Pushing back against his gentle momentum, my elbows buckle and I go down, hard.
Muscles screaming, head spinning,
I laugh behind clenched teeth at the way he almost loses his grip
wince at the sudden whip stroke of pain
that shoots through my spine when he jerks my head back
and I have to stretch my straining neck for air.
“More,” I beg breathlessly
and try to forget
how the corners of your lips curved up at the word.
I wake in emptiness,
in the thin, unmoving light of morning,
with skin as stickysweet as frosting.
Dress in emptiness.
Lipstick newly applied,
I count luster dust bruises, purple dragées scattered across slender bones, like blessings.
***
AN: For bae, life_giver who enjoys my slutty and broken Koichi.
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Author: sciencesaves
Genre: Drama, romance, angst
Rating: R
Warnings: promiscuity, suggestiveness, drug use
Pairing: Tsuzuku/Koichi (Tzk/??, Koichi/??)
Summary: Beautiful wolf; you grin even with my drink running down your face
Gold glitter eyeliner.
You murmur into my desperate clavicle,
one hand just grazing my cheek
a warm palm held against my gilded and undulating spine,
that I look just like the decorated wreckage of a
confetti birthday cake.
“This one’s on me.”
Blood blooms from my nose
and somewhere you take another shot and his syrupy laughter slithers up your neck
gets snagged in your hair.
But my eyes are stinging
and the room somehow sparkles
with tiny explosions of black.
“Lightweight, all this from one line?”
I twist my fingers into knots beneath the table
feel bones and tendons shift beneath my skin
like toppling dominoes
and decide not to mention the after-show Adderall.
I bite down on laminate fingernails,
playboy pink,
when he grabs me by the elbow
and whispers in my ear, “you’ve got no chance,”
the ache chokes me and I can’t breathe,
“but I do,”
because I know he’s right.
The flash of your smile,
canine teeth glinting white-gold with tiny promises when you call me
a tease
a slut
a sugarcoated glitter bomb.
When your lips meet mine, sound suddenly explodes and my voice,
“fuck. you.”
seems too fucking loud.
Beautiful wolf; you grin even with my drink running down your face
dripping thickly from your nose and chin
like the messy end of a bukakke scene.
The bathroom light flickers across the exposed skin of your throat
shimmering as if your shifting bodies are set aflame.
You, holy in black
eyes blurred like the stretching shadow of a passing train
just visible beneath wild strands of hair, tangled and snarled.
You gasp
just as his…
his hand tightens on your half-bare thigh,
hitches it higher.
Lashes trembling against your heated cheeks,
you release a soft moan
just as I…
I stumble into the nearest stall
kneel
and retch loudly.
I cough out the sour taste of copper and bile
and stare at my right hand
pressed to the floor in front of me
while the left curls into a fist and begins hitting against my thigh
as if counting out the time
between each pleading “more,”
thump
between each whisper too low to be heard,
thump
between the quiet breaths I try not to take.
“Hey-- hey, are you okay? Your knee is bleeding.”
“That shit hammered me... take me home with you?”
“Ko, you’re trashed…”
“Take me home or someone else will,” I slur him easily into compliance.
“Touch me,” I say against his salty skin
and repeat it like some obscene apology.
“Touch me.”
Because his eyes are clear and hard
when he stabs his cigarette out against the headboard
when I slip another pick-me-up pill between parted lips
swallow it like every other excuse
when he presses me to damp sheets
spreads stinging knees
pulls roughly on jutting hipbones,
“oh, fuck-- fuck yes.”
Pushing back against his gentle momentum, my elbows buckle and I go down, hard.
Muscles screaming, head spinning,
I laugh behind clenched teeth at the way he almost loses his grip
wince at the sudden whip stroke of pain
that shoots through my spine when he jerks my head back
and I have to stretch my straining neck for air.
“More,” I beg breathlessly
and try to forget
how the corners of your lips curved up at the word.
I wake in emptiness,
in the thin, unmoving light of morning,
with skin as stickysweet as frosting.
Dress in emptiness.
Lipstick newly applied,
I count luster dust bruises, purple dragées scattered across slender bones, like blessings.
***
AN: For bae, life_giver who enjoys my slutty and broken Koichi.
( Archive)