this is england.
muhammad my friend; lavi/kanda; dgm au:
Kanda takes a clip out of his bag.
He looks over at Lavi in the seat next to him, looking at him, looking at him. And Lavi can see what's going on there.
Ha! He sticks his tongue out and Kanda pulls back, who then holds up the clip, with the bow on it, one that a girl could wear if she were five. It is hilarious, but Kanda doesn't seem to think so, slightly moving like that from his desk. Lavi snorts.
And then they get up at the same time, Lavi ahead of him by just a millisecond, zoom zoom zoom, ignoring the shouts of their AP Sociology teacher (which is just another hilarious story, in Kanda's case) and Lavi is run-ning out of there, Kanda at his heels. Lavi jumps over a girl who is picking up her bag's contents from the floor. Kanda practically kicks her, but they both shout their 'move move' and Lavi aahhhhh he can outrun Kanda this time. He streaks through the corridor and down the stairs, and Kanda just can't help but keep up, issuing threats that sound-reverberate like sex mixed with ffff and youuuuu.
Oo oo oo oo Lavi jumps the last steps to the bottom floor, laughing and breathing hard now, Keds smacking and looking like they can take him for miles still, within the school. Kanda aaahhh catch him if you can, Kanda. Babycakes.
He's running and pumping his arms, lifting his legs in their torn jean coverings - it's almost like slow motion. Slooooowwwww mooo
see. Lavi. ruuuunnnn
See Lavi run run get GOING again.
Kanda catches up to him, because Lavi wants him to, and Kanda, oh oh oh you want this, and Kanda is in stride with him, and they're running and breathing so hard, so hard, as if they're coming, and Lavi thinks he is, and Kanda just might be because of that face he's making, lips parting -
And Lavi must take his hand, Kanda's hand that is somehow so sweaty, mixing with Lavi's sweat, and he can't smell Kanda's musk anymore. The wind is taking it away. And he can't hear Kanda's heart beating anymore, because he can only hear his own, dominating. Just take it away; leave them; just leave them, alone, here. And onto the track. And onto the field. And onto the back field. And this place is so expensive. Even the weeds are expensive. But everything seems so manicured and clean and god Lavi wants to take it all by his sex.
Kanda stops breathing as he slows to a stop with him in the grass, and they rest against a willow, and Kanda grabs a willow branch, hanging on it, delicate fingers gripping, making Lavi thump inside. Kanda turns. Around. And. He looks at Lavi. And.
He says, 'Fuck you.' Letting go of that branch - how it springs up - how Kanda is swaggering in his own subtle way (you can't see it you can't see it but you can still see it.) Swaggering, holding up the clip in his other hand, where it had been hidden. Oo hidden.
And Lavi says yes please yes with his lips on him, hungry hungry hungry from all that running and sweating and skipping class and leaving their bags behind and with that image of Kanda finding the clip in his bag aaaahhhhhh.
What a kink. Take it all now. Smelling of valley.
Kanda takes a clip out of his bag.
He looks over at Lavi in the seat next to him, looking at him, looking at him. And Lavi can see what's going on there.
Ha! He sticks his tongue out and Kanda pulls back, who then holds up the clip, with the bow on it, one that a girl could wear if she were five. It is hilarious, but Kanda doesn't seem to think so, slightly moving like that from his desk. Lavi snorts.
And then they get up at the same time, Lavi ahead of him by just a millisecond, zoom zoom zoom, ignoring the shouts of their AP Sociology teacher (which is just another hilarious story, in Kanda's case) and Lavi is run-ning out of there, Kanda at his heels. Lavi jumps over a girl who is picking up her bag's contents from the floor. Kanda practically kicks her, but they both shout their 'move move' and Lavi aahhhhh he can outrun Kanda this time. He streaks through the corridor and down the stairs, and Kanda just can't help but keep up, issuing threats that sound-reverberate like sex mixed with ffff and youuuuu.
Oo oo oo oo Lavi jumps the last steps to the bottom floor, laughing and breathing hard now, Keds smacking and looking like they can take him for miles still, within the school. Kanda aaahhh catch him if you can, Kanda. Babycakes.
He's running and pumping his arms, lifting his legs in their torn jean coverings - it's almost like slow motion. Slooooowwwww mooo
see. Lavi. ruuuunnnn
See Lavi run run get GOING again.
Kanda catches up to him, because Lavi wants him to, and Kanda, oh oh oh you want this, and Kanda is in stride with him, and they're running and breathing so hard, so hard, as if they're coming, and Lavi thinks he is, and Kanda just might be because of that face he's making, lips parting -
And Lavi must take his hand, Kanda's hand that is somehow so sweaty, mixing with Lavi's sweat, and he can't smell Kanda's musk anymore. The wind is taking it away. And he can't hear Kanda's heart beating anymore, because he can only hear his own, dominating. Just take it away; leave them; just leave them, alone, here. And onto the track. And onto the field. And onto the back field. And this place is so expensive. Even the weeds are expensive. But everything seems so manicured and clean and god Lavi wants to take it all by his sex.
Kanda stops breathing as he slows to a stop with him in the grass, and they rest against a willow, and Kanda grabs a willow branch, hanging on it, delicate fingers gripping, making Lavi thump inside. Kanda turns. Around. And. He looks at Lavi. And.
He says, 'Fuck you.' Letting go of that branch - how it springs up - how Kanda is swaggering in his own subtle way (you can't see it you can't see it but you can still see it.) Swaggering, holding up the clip in his other hand, where it had been hidden. Oo hidden.
And Lavi says yes please yes with his lips on him, hungry hungry hungry from all that running and sweating and skipping class and leaving their bags behind and with that image of Kanda finding the clip in his bag aaaahhhhhh.
What a kink. Take it all now. Smelling of valley.