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Warning: Here there be guy-on-guy action. Steer clear if you do not approve.
This is a short little thing I wrote based on a Japanese Princess Tutu fanart sic_semper_trex sent me. The art can be found here: http://i44.tinypic.com/2ljnsi8.jpg
Anyway, I have no idea what this is about. Maybe Mytho finally got his heart shard of lust back, I don't know. I think it's rather cute, anyway. Certainly not half as disturbing as my other fic.
An arm wraps around Fakir’s waist from behind as he tries to put his shirt on, bunching the fabric beneath it. Fakir cannot say he blames the younger boy for wanting to keep him in bed. He’s been without any feeling for so long, and what they’ve been doing feels so good, especially when Mytho writhes and moans like that and shifts his hips just so... But he pushes that image out of his mind, though not before it has certain effects on his body. There is no time for such things now.
“I have to go to school now, Mytho,” he protests, though he wonders how much good school will do him with his back and legs aching as they are.
“Don’t go,” Mytho whispers, pressing his face against Fakir’s arm, the soft warmth of his cheek soaking through the thin cotton of Fakir’s shirt. “Stay here with me.”
“I have to go,” Fakir repeats. It’s useless, and he knows it. His resolve is weakening with every movement of Mytho’s body, every touch. Images flood his mind again; Mytho’s soft white body, the amber of his eyes, the flush that comes over his face as he climaxes with Fakir, because of Fakir. It’s only him, he thinks, that makes the Prince feel so good. It’s only him that’s ever been allowed inside that beautiful body. The thought makes him shudder.
“Please?”
Fakir makes a show of sighing angrily, turning back to him and planting a firm kiss on his lips. In a way, at least, he can pass this off as simply doing what it takes to make the Prince happy. “Once more, understand?”
Mytho’s smile is warm and beautiful. “Okay.”
This is a short little thing I wrote based on a Japanese Princess Tutu fanart sic_semper_trex sent me. The art can be found here: http://i44.tinypic.com/2ljnsi8.jpg
Anyway, I have no idea what this is about. Maybe Mytho finally got his heart shard of lust back, I don't know. I think it's rather cute, anyway. Certainly not half as disturbing as my other fic.
An arm wraps around Fakir’s waist from behind as he tries to put his shirt on, bunching the fabric beneath it. Fakir cannot say he blames the younger boy for wanting to keep him in bed. He’s been without any feeling for so long, and what they’ve been doing feels so good, especially when Mytho writhes and moans like that and shifts his hips just so... But he pushes that image out of his mind, though not before it has certain effects on his body. There is no time for such things now.
“I have to go to school now, Mytho,” he protests, though he wonders how much good school will do him with his back and legs aching as they are.
“Don’t go,” Mytho whispers, pressing his face against Fakir’s arm, the soft warmth of his cheek soaking through the thin cotton of Fakir’s shirt. “Stay here with me.”
“I have to go,” Fakir repeats. It’s useless, and he knows it. His resolve is weakening with every movement of Mytho’s body, every touch. Images flood his mind again; Mytho’s soft white body, the amber of his eyes, the flush that comes over his face as he climaxes with Fakir, because of Fakir. It’s only him, he thinks, that makes the Prince feel so good. It’s only him that’s ever been allowed inside that beautiful body. The thought makes him shudder.
“Please?”
Fakir makes a show of sighing angrily, turning back to him and planting a firm kiss on his lips. In a way, at least, he can pass this off as simply doing what it takes to make the Prince happy. “Once more, understand?”
Mytho’s smile is warm and beautiful. “Okay.”