Pokely Ba [Wild Adapter, KubotaxTokito, T]
Title: Pokely Ba
Author/Artist: Pixie-blade
Rating: T
Warnings: This is crack. Sorry.
Word count: 571
Prompt: 6/11/09; Wild Adapter; Kubota x Tokito; Teasing-“The more you ignore me the closer I get.”
“Don’t.” He whispered, voice strained.
“Don’t?”
“Yeah, don’t touch me anymore.”
“Why?”
“Just don’t, Kubo-chan.”
“You actually think I’m going let you get away with a reason like ‘don’t’? I’m sorry but you’ll just have to come up with something better than that or I’m just going to keep doing it.” He smirked, pressing in closer until they were flush together.
Smiling wickedly as he dragged the blunt nails of his hand over the exposed skin of his neck, his fingers carding through the short hair at the nape and tugging lightly. He grinned as Tokito jerked in response, the sensation trickling down his spine and leaving him flushed and panting.
Surging forward Tokito knocked his hand away and pinned him to the couch, his eyes dark and feral and hungry.
“I said,” he growled, “don’t do that.”
Kubota blinked blankly for a few moments and then smiled, the words dripping out of his mouth like molasses, thick and heavy as they hung between them, “And I said give me one good reason not to.”
Tokito sighed exasperatedly and looked at some spot to the left of Kubota’s ear. “..’t ti..kl..s…” he mumbled embarrassed. Really, there were so many things in this world that embarrassed him that he couldn’t tell if it really was or if he was just annoyed that he let something so stupid get to him.
“What?”
“I said, It. Tickles. Alright! There, I fucking told you, now would you just drop it already?!” He spit out angrily.
Kubota thought hard for a moment, his body laying prone under Tokito’s and finally looked at him deadpan.
“Fine. Can I have my arms back please?” he asked cordially.
Tokito relaxed his death grip and released the bound hands from above his head. Sighing as he went to slide from Kubota’s lap and back onto his own cushion. Just as he flopped back down into the brown corduroy confines he felt the tell-tale nail on skin sensation coupled with Kubo-chan’s warm breath on his ear and shuddered violently.
“I thought you said you weren’t gonna do that anymore?!” he gasped, hands clutching at the gooseflesh.
“Sorry, it was too tempting. You should never tempt a starving man, Tokito.”
“Starving my ass, you ate enough last night!”
“Yes well, I find I’ve become more insatiable lately, you’ll just have to indulge me. I’m still growing you know.”
“Only your lame-assed excuses,” he quipped. “Fine, just find something else to keep yourself amused, it’s really freaky feeling!”
“Hai, hai.” He murmured, leaning in and brushing their bodies together. Fingers trailing over the sensitive skin again, chuckling softly as Tokito gasped and rose up into him.
“Kubo-chan!” Tokito squeaked.
Oh yes, I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of that sound, he thought, and for good measure ran his tongue over the same line as his nails. Reveling in Tokito’s shuddering form trapped beneath him.
“You. Are. Such. A. Fucking. Tease!” he ground out before gripping Kubota’s lip in his teeth and pinning his wandering hands between them.
“Hai. Hai. Let’s see just how much, ‘k?”
Tokito’s indignant cry was swallowed by the night and his mouth, but that was more than enough he thought.
It always was.
Fin.