these are things you're thinking of [Amatsuki | Kon/Toki | NC-17]
Title: these are things you're thinking of
Author: reversedhymnal
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: stylistically speaking?
Word count: 766
Summary: and the night goes like: a dream fractured into: something meaningful here with you.
A/N: I'm only relatively up to date with english translations up to 36, ♥;; So I took a little liberty (and by a little I mean a lot haha). Sorry about that. XD; T, totally going to bed before I get any crazier with my writing, g- gah! ;;;
The night was fragmented into impressions, compressed into a skewed line up to show just how he’d gotten here. Here being: pale skin sliding out of dark hakama and the night quiet outside the closed screen and Kon’s fingers pressing warm and callused against his side. Toki remembered the purple smoke of Kon’s pipe wreathing his kitsune-grin, remembered seeing moonlight trace Kon’s collarbone in a streak of light like the fluorescent ones they had back home, in the future.
Toki saying, “You kept my eye patch, even though you didn’t remember me?” and Kon not saying anything, his eyes bright on high cheekbones sprawled like a beautiful tangle of bones along the wooden porch.
Safety and normality still tasted abnormal, and Toki couldn’t get all the pieces to realign just right yet. They were too new, and strange, and more than they’d been before this entire ordeal. He said, “Kon,” and the way he shaped the word said about three hundred different things he didn’t know he’d been trying to say.
Toki remembered the bitter taste of his tea and then he remembered the robust taste of whatever Kon packed his pipe with against the backs of his teeth. There was: Kon standing in the moonlight and waiting, and Toki breathing around the shape of him just outside of the reach of his arms. And: the screen sliding deliberately, slowly shut, Toki’s hand gentle and certain, his mind quiet in a way he didn’t hate.
And now, to here. To Kon pressing hot kisses against his throat and his cheek up around his ear; his tongue did lewd things and Toki made a small noise of desire with his own, that made Kon shiver. Toki tangled his fingers in Kon’s belt and slid his palm carefully over Kon’s bandaged arm. It made the bigger boy press a kiss above his eye and grip his wrist tight enough to pull him down, an awkward spread over Kon’s thighs.
Then they kissed, and shed lust like it’d been coiling inside them ready to burst for days, burning the air and twisting time fluid. And now they were siphoning it off in rising waves, each time cresting a little higher, going slow and sweet and with deliberate heat. Toki sucked on Kon’s tongue and Kon slid his good hand over Toki’s dick in a glancing, delightful blow, before tracing over his hip and then slipping down between his cheeks and rubbing against his hole.
Toki made a startled sound, and Kon stilled, said, wickedly amused, “Relax, and enjoy it.”
“Ugh,” Toki said. “You have absolutely no idea how to charm someone.”
Kon hummed, and pulled Toki down to slot his dick against Kon’s, and they both gasped, and then Kon’s rough smoky voice said in a growling in his ear: “I don’t need to.”
Toki closed his eyes, his mouth fell open, he moved in counterpoint to Kon, to the pressure of his hand against his ass, over his hole teasing, fire burning up his front searing up his spine, and-
Impressions pressed sticky together: of clothing tangled around their calves, sweat slick down the small of their backs, oil on Kon’s fingers working Toki over and Toki tensed and hissing, he remembers that, remembers unbearable strangeness and then melting around fingers twisting through him for the first time because there was a star inside his body he’d never knew about and Kon was making it spark to life.
And: a glistening moment held suspended with sharp spears of ecstasy. Kon’s cock inside him, stretching him open, hand tight on Toki’s erection, Toki holding on, fingers against the cool silk of Kon’s hair and face pressed tight to Kon’s shoulder, panting, panting, moving, and-
“Ah- ahhhn!”
(he remembers a moment displaced by eternity where they relearned simply how to breathe)
“Was tonight a dream?” Toki asks after. “Was it a spell?” He traces spirals like the curl of Kon’s pipe smoke over Kon’s chest, snuggling contentedly against his side, hoping his weight makes his arm go numb because that would be kind of funny, in a sleepy way.
Kon sighs, and Toki’s mouth curls at the edges a little because that’s a sigh of exasperation without really meaning it. Kon says, “I hope not.” and Toki asks “Why?” because he can never leave well enough alone.
So Kon pinches his side, and only winces a little when Toki flails. Then he says, “Because I want this to be real.”
“…Okay,” Toki concludes with deep if grudging pleasure, a moment after, “Maybe you are a little bit of a charmer.”
Author: reversedhymnal
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: stylistically speaking?
Word count: 766
Summary: and the night goes like: a dream fractured into: something meaningful here with you.
A/N: I'm only relatively up to date with english translations up to 36, ♥;; So I took a little liberty (and by a little I mean a lot haha). Sorry about that. XD; T, totally going to bed before I get any crazier with my writing, g- gah! ;;;
The night was fragmented into impressions, compressed into a skewed line up to show just how he’d gotten here. Here being: pale skin sliding out of dark hakama and the night quiet outside the closed screen and Kon’s fingers pressing warm and callused against his side. Toki remembered the purple smoke of Kon’s pipe wreathing his kitsune-grin, remembered seeing moonlight trace Kon’s collarbone in a streak of light like the fluorescent ones they had back home, in the future.
Toki saying, “You kept my eye patch, even though you didn’t remember me?” and Kon not saying anything, his eyes bright on high cheekbones sprawled like a beautiful tangle of bones along the wooden porch.
Safety and normality still tasted abnormal, and Toki couldn’t get all the pieces to realign just right yet. They were too new, and strange, and more than they’d been before this entire ordeal. He said, “Kon,” and the way he shaped the word said about three hundred different things he didn’t know he’d been trying to say.
Toki remembered the bitter taste of his tea and then he remembered the robust taste of whatever Kon packed his pipe with against the backs of his teeth. There was: Kon standing in the moonlight and waiting, and Toki breathing around the shape of him just outside of the reach of his arms. And: the screen sliding deliberately, slowly shut, Toki’s hand gentle and certain, his mind quiet in a way he didn’t hate.
And now, to here. To Kon pressing hot kisses against his throat and his cheek up around his ear; his tongue did lewd things and Toki made a small noise of desire with his own, that made Kon shiver. Toki tangled his fingers in Kon’s belt and slid his palm carefully over Kon’s bandaged arm. It made the bigger boy press a kiss above his eye and grip his wrist tight enough to pull him down, an awkward spread over Kon’s thighs.
Then they kissed, and shed lust like it’d been coiling inside them ready to burst for days, burning the air and twisting time fluid. And now they were siphoning it off in rising waves, each time cresting a little higher, going slow and sweet and with deliberate heat. Toki sucked on Kon’s tongue and Kon slid his good hand over Toki’s dick in a glancing, delightful blow, before tracing over his hip and then slipping down between his cheeks and rubbing against his hole.
Toki made a startled sound, and Kon stilled, said, wickedly amused, “Relax, and enjoy it.”
“Ugh,” Toki said. “You have absolutely no idea how to charm someone.”
Kon hummed, and pulled Toki down to slot his dick against Kon’s, and they both gasped, and then Kon’s rough smoky voice said in a growling in his ear: “I don’t need to.”
Toki closed his eyes, his mouth fell open, he moved in counterpoint to Kon, to the pressure of his hand against his ass, over his hole teasing, fire burning up his front searing up his spine, and-
Impressions pressed sticky together: of clothing tangled around their calves, sweat slick down the small of their backs, oil on Kon’s fingers working Toki over and Toki tensed and hissing, he remembers that, remembers unbearable strangeness and then melting around fingers twisting through him for the first time because there was a star inside his body he’d never knew about and Kon was making it spark to life.
And: a glistening moment held suspended with sharp spears of ecstasy. Kon’s cock inside him, stretching him open, hand tight on Toki’s erection, Toki holding on, fingers against the cool silk of Kon’s hair and face pressed tight to Kon’s shoulder, panting, panting, moving, and-
“Ah- ahhhn!”
(he remembers a moment displaced by eternity where they relearned simply how to breathe)
“Was tonight a dream?” Toki asks after. “Was it a spell?” He traces spirals like the curl of Kon’s pipe smoke over Kon’s chest, snuggling contentedly against his side, hoping his weight makes his arm go numb because that would be kind of funny, in a sleepy way.
Kon sighs, and Toki’s mouth curls at the edges a little because that’s a sigh of exasperation without really meaning it. Kon says, “I hope not.” and Toki asks “Why?” because he can never leave well enough alone.
So Kon pinches his side, and only winces a little when Toki flails. Then he says, “Because I want this to be real.”
“…Okay,” Toki concludes with deep if grudging pleasure, a moment after, “Maybe you are a little bit of a charmer.”