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Am officially doing a sort of mini-NaNo. Because I'm not (quite) stupid enough to do the full 50,000 words again, but I'm going to provide moral support for a friend (who's participating in NaNo for the first time) by writing 10,000 words this month. So expect an outpouring of fic from me. At least until I run out of steam or fill my wordcount...
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Title: Alone
Author: studyingstones2
Pairing: Seto/Mokuba
Rating: R for incesty m/m smex and masturbation and mentions of fisting (and that bit's going to grow up to be a drabble of it's own one day... Because: yay fisting!)
Summary: 581 words, prompt: 078. Kitchen
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Sort of a sequel to Beginning. Which is currently in serious need of a rewrite.
It’s slippery.
His fingers coated in his own saliva (because he found that the slick makes everything so much better) and the strange fluid that seeps from the head of his cock when he does this.
Holed up in his room with the lights and his pajama bottoms off- the music turned up just that little bit too loud because he’s terrified (and hopeful, oh so hopeful) that Nii-sama will catch him like this.
Waits until that tingle begins to form behind his spine, waits until his body tries to take over and force him to moan or pant or buck his hips up into his hand, waits until it’s all almost unbearable- and then he removes his hands altogether, abandoning his cock to put a little more spit on his fingers. Takes a deep breath and then moves his touches down and back (imagining Nii-sama’s hands here- rough and demanding and needing).
And this is only the second time he’s done this, so it’s of course a little bit clumsy and awkward and, at first, terribly uncomfortable. But once he’s got one finger entirely in, his body adjusts to the intrusion and then he’s trying not to come just from the memories (the knowledge that Nii-sama’s been here).
He aches- inside and out- from the wanting.
Three more nights of this before he actually starts fucking himself with his fingers. Ten or fifteen or fifty more before he shoves his entire fist into himself and comes from the pressure. (And all this time, using whatever excuse he can come up with to flirt with Nii-sama or take some of his clothes off around Nii-sama or touch Nii-sama. And it’s finally starting to become apparent that he’s beginning to push his brother over the edge.)
And another five times before he sneaks down into the kitchen in the middle of the night (surely Nii-sama’s asleep by now), rooting through drawers until he finally comes up triumphant with a metal spatula in his hand.
And Nii-sama’s behind him.
Nii-sama doesn’t bother to ask what he’s doing. It might not be that obvious, but Nii-sama isn’t stupid- one look at Mokuba’s guilty expression and he puts two and two together.
Mokuba smiles and looks up at Nii-sama with what he hopes are innocent and guileless eyes.
Too little, too late.
Nii-sama backs him into the cupboards and pulls the spatula from nerveless fingers. “You want something in your ass, do you?”
Mokuba’s not sure what the right answer to that one is (though he does want, and not just something. He wants Nii-sama. But he knows all too well that saying that will get him nowhere), so he stays silent.
His brother’s eyes are dark- dilated beyond the point of recognition (either in arousal or anger, Mokuba’s not sure. Maybe both.) and heavy-lidded, his mouth twisted in a tight scowl.
He looks almost exactly like he does when he arrives home after a long day of trying to work around the complete idiots around him- and despite knowing that this time he's source of his brother’s expression, Mokuba still feels the urge to comfort his brother.
Impulsively, he reaches out and wraps his arms around his Nii-sama.
And apparently that was the right thing to do because it ends in him squirming on the floor amongst slivery-cold metal appliances with Nii-sama’s lips on his neck and fingers on his cock and the handle of the spatula deep in his ass.
He comes hard.
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Also, look! New friend. *waves* Welcome to the dirty smut... madness... fun?
Title: Alone
Author: studyingstones2
Pairing: Seto/Mokuba
Rating: R for incesty m/m smex and masturbation and mentions of fisting (and that bit's going to grow up to be a drabble of it's own one day... Because: yay fisting!)
Summary: 581 words, prompt: 078. Kitchen
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Sort of a sequel to Beginning. Which is currently in serious need of a rewrite.
It’s slippery.
His fingers coated in his own saliva (because he found that the slick makes everything so much better) and the strange fluid that seeps from the head of his cock when he does this.
Holed up in his room with the lights and his pajama bottoms off- the music turned up just that little bit too loud because he’s terrified (and hopeful, oh so hopeful) that Nii-sama will catch him like this.
Waits until that tingle begins to form behind his spine, waits until his body tries to take over and force him to moan or pant or buck his hips up into his hand, waits until it’s all almost unbearable- and then he removes his hands altogether, abandoning his cock to put a little more spit on his fingers. Takes a deep breath and then moves his touches down and back (imagining Nii-sama’s hands here- rough and demanding and needing).
And this is only the second time he’s done this, so it’s of course a little bit clumsy and awkward and, at first, terribly uncomfortable. But once he’s got one finger entirely in, his body adjusts to the intrusion and then he’s trying not to come just from the memories (the knowledge that Nii-sama’s been here).
He aches- inside and out- from the wanting.
Three more nights of this before he actually starts fucking himself with his fingers. Ten or fifteen or fifty more before he shoves his entire fist into himself and comes from the pressure. (And all this time, using whatever excuse he can come up with to flirt with Nii-sama or take some of his clothes off around Nii-sama or touch Nii-sama. And it’s finally starting to become apparent that he’s beginning to push his brother over the edge.)
And another five times before he sneaks down into the kitchen in the middle of the night (surely Nii-sama’s asleep by now), rooting through drawers until he finally comes up triumphant with a metal spatula in his hand.
And Nii-sama’s behind him.
Nii-sama doesn’t bother to ask what he’s doing. It might not be that obvious, but Nii-sama isn’t stupid- one look at Mokuba’s guilty expression and he puts two and two together.
Mokuba smiles and looks up at Nii-sama with what he hopes are innocent and guileless eyes.
Too little, too late.
Nii-sama backs him into the cupboards and pulls the spatula from nerveless fingers. “You want something in your ass, do you?”
Mokuba’s not sure what the right answer to that one is (though he does want, and not just something. He wants Nii-sama. But he knows all too well that saying that will get him nowhere), so he stays silent.
His brother’s eyes are dark- dilated beyond the point of recognition (either in arousal or anger, Mokuba’s not sure. Maybe both.) and heavy-lidded, his mouth twisted in a tight scowl.
He looks almost exactly like he does when he arrives home after a long day of trying to work around the complete idiots around him- and despite knowing that this time he's source of his brother’s expression, Mokuba still feels the urge to comfort his brother.
Impulsively, he reaches out and wraps his arms around his Nii-sama.
And apparently that was the right thing to do because it ends in him squirming on the floor amongst slivery-cold metal appliances with Nii-sama’s lips on his neck and fingers on his cock and the handle of the spatula deep in his ass.
He comes hard.
_____________
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