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Ze (Konoe/Kotoha)
Title: Hunger Pangs
Author: juin
Rating: R
Word count: 378
Prompt: Ze, Konoe/Kotoha: Neediness - ‘Speak softly and carry a big stick’
Konoe wakes up in the middle of the night with the instinctive knowledge that something is wrong. He tries to remember if he heard a sound that might’ve woken him, but the house is completely silent. He peers around in the dark, wondering whether he should switch on a light and maybe get up to take a look around, and suddenly it occurs to him that the house shouldn’t be completely silent in the middle of the night because Kotoha snores like a diesel engine.
This is when he notices the hand wrapped around his cock.
“Gnnh?!” he says.
“I’m hungry,” Kotoha mutters into Konoe’s ear, and twists his hand just so.
Konoe’s eyes roll back into his head, and if he were capable of sweating, he would probably be drenched. Somewhere at the back of his mind -- the only part that isn’t suddenly very horny -- he realises that Kotoha must be really desperate to choose anything other than food over sleep, and a shiver that has nothing to do with desire runs through Konoe’s body at the thought.
“Um, Kotoha?” he mumbles, or thinks he does; the noise that he hears coming from his own mouth sounds suspiciously like “Gnnh?!”.
Kotoha responds by pressing down hard on the head of his cock, then slowly drags his thumb over the slit, again and again, until Konoe forgets his own name, let alone whatever protests he was going to make.
When he finally regains some semblance of coherency, it’s to discover that Kotoha’s hand has disappeared, which prompts the indignant query, “Gnnh?!”
“I’m hungry,” Kotoha mutters again, sullenly; Konoe is well aware that he hates having to repeat himself.
So Konoe turns over to face him, moving very carefully, and he says, “Yeah, and now so am I.” He leans forward to kiss the grumpy expression off of Kotoha’s face, even as that part at the back of his mind is insisting that something isn’t quite right; he ignores it, of course, in favour of listening to the brain in his pants.
“Good,” Kotoha says against Konoe’s mouth, his face indeed becoming brighter. “Then you can get ice-cream for both of us.”
Next time, Konoe thinks as he fumbles his way to the kitchen, he’s going back to sleep.
Author: juin
Rating: R
Word count: 378
Prompt: Ze, Konoe/Kotoha: Neediness - ‘Speak softly and carry a big stick’
Konoe wakes up in the middle of the night with the instinctive knowledge that something is wrong. He tries to remember if he heard a sound that might’ve woken him, but the house is completely silent. He peers around in the dark, wondering whether he should switch on a light and maybe get up to take a look around, and suddenly it occurs to him that the house shouldn’t be completely silent in the middle of the night because Kotoha snores like a diesel engine.
This is when he notices the hand wrapped around his cock.
“Gnnh?!” he says.
“I’m hungry,” Kotoha mutters into Konoe’s ear, and twists his hand just so.
Konoe’s eyes roll back into his head, and if he were capable of sweating, he would probably be drenched. Somewhere at the back of his mind -- the only part that isn’t suddenly very horny -- he realises that Kotoha must be really desperate to choose anything other than food over sleep, and a shiver that has nothing to do with desire runs through Konoe’s body at the thought.
“Um, Kotoha?” he mumbles, or thinks he does; the noise that he hears coming from his own mouth sounds suspiciously like “Gnnh?!”.
Kotoha responds by pressing down hard on the head of his cock, then slowly drags his thumb over the slit, again and again, until Konoe forgets his own name, let alone whatever protests he was going to make.
When he finally regains some semblance of coherency, it’s to discover that Kotoha’s hand has disappeared, which prompts the indignant query, “Gnnh?!”
“I’m hungry,” Kotoha mutters again, sullenly; Konoe is well aware that he hates having to repeat himself.
So Konoe turns over to face him, moving very carefully, and he says, “Yeah, and now so am I.” He leans forward to kiss the grumpy expression off of Kotoha’s face, even as that part at the back of his mind is insisting that something isn’t quite right; he ignores it, of course, in favour of listening to the brain in his pants.
“Good,” Kotoha says against Konoe’s mouth, his face indeed becoming brighter. “Then you can get ice-cream for both of us.”
Next time, Konoe thinks as he fumbles his way to the kitchen, he’s going back to sleep.