Sex Pistols: Yonekuni/Shiro, desire
Title: You Who Demolish Me, 1st Movement
Author: Yasmin (quixotic_sense)
Theme: The Five Stages of Sexual Response #1 - desire
Rating: PG-13
Author's Note: Once Round 2 is done, I'll link to all the drabbles in one post at my fic journal. The title is taken from a poem by Faiz Ahmed Faiz.
Yonekuni marks Shiro as his own, touching where that fucking middleseed dares to violate only in his dreams: the curve of a clavicle, the pale dip arrowing between hip and thigh, butterfly-fragile eyelids.
He now knows a bite will heal, but Shiro will remember the hot pressure of fingers and mouth forever--yes, he will--
Today Yonekuni leans over and licks the back of Shiro's neck, because he can. Because he wants to.
Shiro drops his pen. "Madarame, please, my homework--"
"Yonekuni." He's already undoing Shiro's belt. "I want to fuck."
Shiro swallows thickly, closing his eyes.
"Yonekuni," he whispers.
Author: Yasmin (quixotic_sense)
Theme: The Five Stages of Sexual Response #1 - desire
Rating: PG-13
Author's Note: Once Round 2 is done, I'll link to all the drabbles in one post at my fic journal. The title is taken from a poem by Faiz Ahmed Faiz.
Yonekuni marks Shiro as his own, touching where that fucking middleseed dares to violate only in his dreams: the curve of a clavicle, the pale dip arrowing between hip and thigh, butterfly-fragile eyelids.
He now knows a bite will heal, but Shiro will remember the hot pressure of fingers and mouth forever--yes, he will--
Today Yonekuni leans over and licks the back of Shiro's neck, because he can. Because he wants to.
Shiro drops his pen. "Madarame, please, my homework--"
"Yonekuni." He's already undoing Shiro's belt. "I want to fuck."
Shiro swallows thickly, closing his eyes.
"Yonekuni," he whispers.