Prelude of dawn
Title: Prelude of dawn (makes no sense, I just like the way it sounds)
Pairing: Issay (Der Zibbet) / Sakurai Atsushi (Buck-Tick)
Status: as usual. Snippets
Rating: harmless
Warnings: MAKES NO SENSE
I.
Atsushi's newest obsession: watching Issay eat. The object of his fascination: Issay's cheeks & Adam apple.
"Stop staring now, will you? It's rude to stare like this when someone's eating. Haven't they taught you well?"
Atsushi smiles even brighter and hands Issay another apple.
Issay looks puzzled for a short while. Then, he starts laughing & accepts the red fruit gratefully. "You're a freak..."
II.
Atsushi said Issay's skin looked too pale in that black turtleneck. Issay frowned, then, he asked if it was bad.
"You know...I wouldn't really say you're handsome," so Atsushi replied. Again, Issay asked if that was bad. Issay likes the turtleneck quite a lot: it's cashmere, rich and warm under his hands. Atsushi gave it to him when they were celebrating Issay's ...rd birthday. Atsushi lays on their bed: half-naked, half-aroused, half-smiling and half-seducing him.
"I am not."
"Of course you are."
"Come here."
Issay's skin doesn't look so pale anymore...when the turtleneck is being removed and Atsushi's body covers his own.
III.
Atsushi's eyes are deepest black, Issay has noticed. But not the cold type of black...because yes: there are cold types of black...and there are warm types of black as well.
"...what the fuck?" Atsushi laughs at Issay's comment and Issay must kiss the dimples on Acchan's cheeks.
Mine. All mine.
IV.
Issay's bony back is pressing against Atsushi's chest. Issay frowns at first. Second, he shudders. And finally, he frees himself from Atsushi's arms (which is something Atsushi doesn't approve) and lies back on his side of the bed, his hands under his head.
"You know...if I'd put an egg onto your stomach...it surely would boil. It's unbelievable how hot your body gets after a good round of sex..."
Atsushi snorts and then, Atsushi plants a kiss right into Issay's right palm. Issay surely knows how to make compliments.
V.
He's used to do this. Not often but not too rarely, either. When passing the flower shop on the corner of XY street, Issay suddenly stops at his walk, turns back and enters the store. Heavy & wet smell of flowers and incense sticks poisons his head and senses: lilies, orchids, roses, azaleas, dendrobiums...
Issay's head spins for a short while. The smells & scents are heavy and challenging - just like Atsushi is. He takes his time. This is his special occasion, this is his hobby, this is his treat. Carefully moving among the vases and buckets with flowers, Issay picks up flowers and makes a bouquet on his own. Atsushi said that was what he loved the most on those bouquets: each one is different, each one is unique.
"And yet they're all mine," Atsushi whispers later the evening when putting the empty wine glass aside and maneuvering Issay in the bedroom direction.
Right now.
VI.
"So. You said I am not handsome," Issay says as he lays sprawled on their bed, watching Atsushi getting ready for his live act.
"Mhm. You're not."
"Is it too bad?"
Atsushi adds a little eyeliner here....and there....and finally, he's ready. He turns back and sees Issay's gorgeous naked body (resist the temptation, 2000 people are seeing you tonight!), and Atsushi pretends to think carefully. Issay smiles and Atsushi sits down & bends dowsn & kisses Issay's lips.
"It is not because you're beautiful."
"That's good to hear."
Pairing: Issay (Der Zibbet) / Sakurai Atsushi (Buck-Tick)
Status: as usual. Snippets
Rating: harmless
Warnings: MAKES NO SENSE
I.
Atsushi's newest obsession: watching Issay eat. The object of his fascination: Issay's cheeks & Adam apple.
"Stop staring now, will you? It's rude to stare like this when someone's eating. Haven't they taught you well?"
Atsushi smiles even brighter and hands Issay another apple.
Issay looks puzzled for a short while. Then, he starts laughing & accepts the red fruit gratefully. "You're a freak..."
II.
Atsushi said Issay's skin looked too pale in that black turtleneck. Issay frowned, then, he asked if it was bad.
"You know...I wouldn't really say you're handsome," so Atsushi replied. Again, Issay asked if that was bad. Issay likes the turtleneck quite a lot: it's cashmere, rich and warm under his hands. Atsushi gave it to him when they were celebrating Issay's ...rd birthday. Atsushi lays on their bed: half-naked, half-aroused, half-smiling and half-seducing him.
"I am not."
"Of course you are."
"Come here."
Issay's skin doesn't look so pale anymore...when the turtleneck is being removed and Atsushi's body covers his own.
III.
Atsushi's eyes are deepest black, Issay has noticed. But not the cold type of black...because yes: there are cold types of black...and there are warm types of black as well.
"...what the fuck?" Atsushi laughs at Issay's comment and Issay must kiss the dimples on Acchan's cheeks.
Mine. All mine.
IV.
Issay's bony back is pressing against Atsushi's chest. Issay frowns at first. Second, he shudders. And finally, he frees himself from Atsushi's arms (which is something Atsushi doesn't approve) and lies back on his side of the bed, his hands under his head.
"You know...if I'd put an egg onto your stomach...it surely would boil. It's unbelievable how hot your body gets after a good round of sex..."
Atsushi snorts and then, Atsushi plants a kiss right into Issay's right palm. Issay surely knows how to make compliments.
V.
He's used to do this. Not often but not too rarely, either. When passing the flower shop on the corner of XY street, Issay suddenly stops at his walk, turns back and enters the store. Heavy & wet smell of flowers and incense sticks poisons his head and senses: lilies, orchids, roses, azaleas, dendrobiums...
Issay's head spins for a short while. The smells & scents are heavy and challenging - just like Atsushi is. He takes his time. This is his special occasion, this is his hobby, this is his treat. Carefully moving among the vases and buckets with flowers, Issay picks up flowers and makes a bouquet on his own. Atsushi said that was what he loved the most on those bouquets: each one is different, each one is unique.
"And yet they're all mine," Atsushi whispers later the evening when putting the empty wine glass aside and maneuvering Issay in the bedroom direction.
Right now.
VI.
"So. You said I am not handsome," Issay says as he lays sprawled on their bed, watching Atsushi getting ready for his live act.
"Mhm. You're not."
"Is it too bad?"
Atsushi adds a little eyeliner here....and there....and finally, he's ready. He turns back and sees Issay's gorgeous naked body (resist the temptation, 2000 people are seeing you tonight!), and Atsushi pretends to think carefully. Issay smiles and Atsushi sits down & bends dowsn & kisses Issay's lips.
"It is not because you're beautiful."
"That's good to hear."