Hand Puppet - TegoMasu
Title: Hand-puppet
Pairing: TegoMasu
Rating: PG
Warnings: Like always: english is not my native language..
Disclaimer: Tegoshi-sock is mine
Summary: Tegoshi is bored...~
Written for:
harunomasu
„Masuda-kun really likes Tego-nyan, ne~? “
Normally Massu’s answer would have been taking Tegoshi’s hand, pulling the younger one closer and kissing him softly.
But normally it was Tegoshi he was talking to, not Tegoshi’s hand which was hidden in a woollen sock that had some two little buttons attached to it that possibly should resemble eyes and was moved in a way that should imitate opening and closing a mouth.
However, Massu decided to play along. He knew that not paying Tegoshi enough attention would end in Tegoshi pouting - which would end in Tegoshi getting his will anyway, because no one could resist Tegoshi pouting.
“Why do you want to know that?”
“Ryo-tan told Tego-nyan today that he liked him.” The Tegoshi-sock looked curious - and so did Tegoshi’s face.
“Everyone likes Tegoshi, ne?” Massu grinned.
“Masuda-kun is so mean.” The Tegoshi-sock turned away peevishly.
“Maybe he is. But why does Tego-nyan want to know whether Masuda-kun likes him?”
“So Tegoshi can decide who he likes more.” This time the Tegoshi-sock smiled - at least Tegoshi did so.
“Does Tegoshi now that he is harmlessly selfish?” Massu chuckled while poking the sock.
And because it was hard to make this move with his fingers in a woollen socket, the pout was only visible on Tegoshi’s lips. But it was enough to let Tegoshi get what he wanted.
“… but yes, Masuda-kun likes Tesshi. More than Ryo-tan will ever do.”
Deciding that it would be the best to give the Tegoshi-sock a little rest, Massu bent over and placed a kiss on Tegoshi’s still pouting lips while grasping the sock and taking it from Tegoshi and tossing it in some unknown corner of the room while tugging the younger boy up on the bed, deepening the kiss.
Well, Massu appreciated kissing Tegoshi so much more than kissing a woollen-sock.
Even if it was a sock his mother had given him.
He didn’t like the colour in anyway.
Pairing: TegoMasu
Rating: PG
Warnings: Like always: english is not my native language..
Disclaimer: Tegoshi-sock is mine
Summary: Tegoshi is bored...~
Written for:
harunomasu
„Masuda-kun really likes Tego-nyan, ne~? “
Normally Massu’s answer would have been taking Tegoshi’s hand, pulling the younger one closer and kissing him softly.
But normally it was Tegoshi he was talking to, not Tegoshi’s hand which was hidden in a woollen sock that had some two little buttons attached to it that possibly should resemble eyes and was moved in a way that should imitate opening and closing a mouth.
However, Massu decided to play along. He knew that not paying Tegoshi enough attention would end in Tegoshi pouting - which would end in Tegoshi getting his will anyway, because no one could resist Tegoshi pouting.
“Why do you want to know that?”
“Ryo-tan told Tego-nyan today that he liked him.” The Tegoshi-sock looked curious - and so did Tegoshi’s face.
“Everyone likes Tegoshi, ne?” Massu grinned.
“Masuda-kun is so mean.” The Tegoshi-sock turned away peevishly.
“Maybe he is. But why does Tego-nyan want to know whether Masuda-kun likes him?”
“So Tegoshi can decide who he likes more.” This time the Tegoshi-sock smiled - at least Tegoshi did so.
“Does Tegoshi now that he is harmlessly selfish?” Massu chuckled while poking the sock.
And because it was hard to make this move with his fingers in a woollen socket, the pout was only visible on Tegoshi’s lips. But it was enough to let Tegoshi get what he wanted.
“… but yes, Masuda-kun likes Tesshi. More than Ryo-tan will ever do.”
Deciding that it would be the best to give the Tegoshi-sock a little rest, Massu bent over and placed a kiss on Tegoshi’s still pouting lips while grasping the sock and taking it from Tegoshi and tossing it in some unknown corner of the room while tugging the younger boy up on the bed, deepening the kiss.
Well, Massu appreciated kissing Tegoshi so much more than kissing a woollen-sock.
Even if it was a sock his mother had given him.
He didn’t like the colour in anyway.