When inspiration strikes...
It was at like 12.30 AM last night and I was dead tired and thinking of going to sleep soon when the urge and inspiration to write striked me like a bullet from that male pink bunny thing with sunglasses of Hoshino's. And when such sudden urge and inspiration strike me, I have to grab it, no expections (aside from maybe if I need to get up for school, but it's rare that it happens those nights). And so I ended up staying up till 3 AM to write write write (and doing other things because I'm easily distracted like that).
I also decided I wanted a new journal theme, and there it is~ :3
And now I wanna share a little of what I wrote. :D It's MadaraoxLink for a kinkmeme request~ But just a bit of hinting for now humm.
"You're so tense, Howard."
The voice was too close to his ear (when had Madarao put away his own plate and cup, anyway?), close enough for the breath to hit his skin. Which, he found, really didn't bother him at all, more like it felt somewhat pleasant. He tilted his head away a bit, anyway, out of principle. He didn't want to make it look like he didn't mind. He sort of was a bit worried by what such a thing could end up in (while being a little curious at the same time, but refusing to admit that). So he huffed silently and scooted a little to the side as well, for the same reason, even if Madarao's warmth was comfortable and felt a little... home. Or something. Madarao used to be very "clingy" when they were younger (clingy was in quotations because it couldn't quite be called that, if you asked Link), so it was a little bit nostalgic, too.
"Hn," Link muttered and saw out of the corner of his eye how the Third moved further back on the bed. Meaning, he was moving behind him.
And he found that it wasn't quite as worrisome as he would like to think he would think. Feeling his braid being undone with gentle fingers, he scowled and asked:
"What are you doing?"
...while tilting his head backwards a little despite that.
Madarao used to play with his hair during their first years of training. It was very comfortable, really, and he didn't mind at all if the Third did it now, either. He couldn't say he was very protective of his hair (like Kanda was), but he didn't let just anyone touch it. But he and Madarao were, after all, old friends, so that was fine. Not to mention that Madarao knew what he liked and he had such long slim fingers that it just felt absolutely wonderful.
Madarao chuckled and despite how much Link wanted to get a little angry for that he couldn't, really. He just stayed silent.
"That's a stupid question," the Third mumbled and tangled his fingers in the blonde hair, the soft tugs feeling very pleasant on Link's scalp. "I'm helping you relax. Come on, don't keep your back so straight, lower you shoulders and stop talking to me so politely." He chuckled again. "We're friends."
"I'll talk to you however I want," Link said sourly, his eyelids falling halfway shut as the fingers kept playing with his hair, not even feeling irritated at the finger that sharply poked his spine. "And I'll sit however I want, thank you very much."
"It's not good for you to be so tense all the time," Madarao continued smoothly and shifted behind him, eventually settling into a position where his legs were right next to Link's own, pretty much straddling him from behind. "Doesn't it make your shoulders and neck hurt? And back? It should."
Link wasn't admitting that maybe his neck, shoulders and back hurt a little. That would mean that Madarao was right, and he couldn't have that. Not right now, at least. He had his reasons. Like not wanting Madarao to be way too content, not wanting Madarao to be right, not wanting Madarao to have a reason to be a know-it-all, among other things. And out of principle, too. He just stayed silent and, as the fingers continued to cord through his hair and occasionally pressing against his scalp, reluctantly felt himself beginning to relax. God, that felt so good.
The hands moved on to massage his shoulders, thumbs digging into his tense muscles to loosen up the knots. And sure, it hurt at first, enough to make him want to tense up further (why he didn't he wasn't sure, but he knew that Madarao had a good point) and grimace, and maybe let out a couple of irritated grunts.
I also decided I wanted a new journal theme, and there it is~ :3
And now I wanna share a little of what I wrote. :D It's MadaraoxLink for a kinkmeme request~ But just a bit of hinting for now humm.
"You're so tense, Howard."
The voice was too close to his ear (when had Madarao put away his own plate and cup, anyway?), close enough for the breath to hit his skin. Which, he found, really didn't bother him at all, more like it felt somewhat pleasant. He tilted his head away a bit, anyway, out of principle. He didn't want to make it look like he didn't mind. He sort of was a bit worried by what such a thing could end up in (while being a little curious at the same time, but refusing to admit that). So he huffed silently and scooted a little to the side as well, for the same reason, even if Madarao's warmth was comfortable and felt a little... home. Or something. Madarao used to be very "clingy" when they were younger (clingy was in quotations because it couldn't quite be called that, if you asked Link), so it was a little bit nostalgic, too.
"Hn," Link muttered and saw out of the corner of his eye how the Third moved further back on the bed. Meaning, he was moving behind him.
And he found that it wasn't quite as worrisome as he would like to think he would think. Feeling his braid being undone with gentle fingers, he scowled and asked:
"What are you doing?"
...while tilting his head backwards a little despite that.
Madarao used to play with his hair during their first years of training. It was very comfortable, really, and he didn't mind at all if the Third did it now, either. He couldn't say he was very protective of his hair (like Kanda was), but he didn't let just anyone touch it. But he and Madarao were, after all, old friends, so that was fine. Not to mention that Madarao knew what he liked and he had such long slim fingers that it just felt absolutely wonderful.
Madarao chuckled and despite how much Link wanted to get a little angry for that he couldn't, really. He just stayed silent.
"That's a stupid question," the Third mumbled and tangled his fingers in the blonde hair, the soft tugs feeling very pleasant on Link's scalp. "I'm helping you relax. Come on, don't keep your back so straight, lower you shoulders and stop talking to me so politely." He chuckled again. "We're friends."
"I'll talk to you however I want," Link said sourly, his eyelids falling halfway shut as the fingers kept playing with his hair, not even feeling irritated at the finger that sharply poked his spine. "And I'll sit however I want, thank you very much."
"It's not good for you to be so tense all the time," Madarao continued smoothly and shifted behind him, eventually settling into a position where his legs were right next to Link's own, pretty much straddling him from behind. "Doesn't it make your shoulders and neck hurt? And back? It should."
Link wasn't admitting that maybe his neck, shoulders and back hurt a little. That would mean that Madarao was right, and he couldn't have that. Not right now, at least. He had his reasons. Like not wanting Madarao to be way too content, not wanting Madarao to be right, not wanting Madarao to have a reason to be a know-it-all, among other things. And out of principle, too. He just stayed silent and, as the fingers continued to cord through his hair and occasionally pressing against his scalp, reluctantly felt himself beginning to relax. God, that felt so good.
The hands moved on to massage his shoulders, thumbs digging into his tense muscles to loosen up the knots. And sure, it hurt at first, enough to make him want to tense up further (why he didn't he wasn't sure, but he knew that Madarao had a good point) and grimace, and maybe let out a couple of irritated grunts.