Yami no Matsuei
Drabble: Value
by mei
A/N: That speaks for itself, doesn't it? First attempt at working with a 100-word limit. Was forced awake for this. *grumble*
"Hair is hair, Tatsumi."
He was loosely combing the blond mass, fingertips remembering a familiar texture and weight, silently admiring the play of light and shadow across soft curls.
The corridors were dark, and the office deserted of staff. They were, however, waiting for the last bubbling beaker of liquid to gel, and he had strayed again to his latest temptation.
Strands of golden silk against his lips as he sank deeper into tight, tight heat, contrasting and anchoring yet robbing him of breath--
He smiled in reply, arms enfolding the other. “Not this. Not for any price.”
by mei
A/N: That speaks for itself, doesn't it? First attempt at working with a 100-word limit. Was forced awake for this. *grumble*
"Hair is hair, Tatsumi."
He was loosely combing the blond mass, fingertips remembering a familiar texture and weight, silently admiring the play of light and shadow across soft curls.
The corridors were dark, and the office deserted of staff. They were, however, waiting for the last bubbling beaker of liquid to gel, and he had strayed again to his latest temptation.
Strands of golden silk against his lips as he sank deeper into tight, tight heat, contrasting and anchoring yet robbing him of breath--
He smiled in reply, arms enfolding the other. “Not this. Not for any price.”