Behind the Bushes [HaruToki, Yasuaki/Eisen, 30_flowers]
Title: Stay
Series: Harukanaru Toki no Naka De
Characters: Yasuaki, Eisen
Rating: PG
Type: Fluff
Written For:
30_flowers
Challenge: #31 - Lavender (Devotion)
Stay
Their lips barely touched. Rather, they felt each other’s breath mingling as their lips brushed over the other. Pale lips moistened slowly, turning a darker shade of pink when their joined gasps deepened. Chests raised and fell more shallowly and more quickly, and surprisingly it was the smaller who pulled the other closer against him, feeling as if he was falling.
Eisen was indeed falling; his beliefs, his religion, his strengths, his place at the palace, his ways of defining friends from foe; they had all been turned around since becoming a Hachiyou. Buddha was present still, but perhaps less insistent as agile fingers hesitantly placed over his chest. All he could do - would do - was hold on, grabbing green strands almost desperately.
And then it was Yasuaki who leaned forward, pushing his lips - slightly swollen from stimulation - against the soft lips of the flutist. A muffled gasp was elicited, and smaller arms wrapped around the Onmyoji’s broader chest, his fingers still deliciously trapped inside endless green tresses. His other hand balled into a fist around the heavy silk that kept Yasuaki’s frame warm.
Cautiously, Yasuaki’s slim fingers buried themselves in the rich purple locks, closing his eyes only after he noticed Eisen did the same, understanding it was a required procedure of kissing. Eisen’s smell intensified in his head, and the scent of the lavender bushes around him was almost dizzying in sweetness, making his head heavy and cheeks warm.
Yasuaki was happy he could be of use to someone now that the Miko had left.
When the smaller frame against him started to shiver, one hand, which had previously hung limply by his sides, sneaked around Eisen’s head, and nudged the boy’s head closer against his. The other hand curled around the monk’s back and carefully pushed him closer, bringing their pelvises together. Yasuaki wondered since when body heat had felt so warm.
Eisen only pulled back at the undeniable sound of low chuckles from the bushes next to them, and felt his cheeks heat up fiercely. Timidly, he stared at Yasuaki, but found the Onmyoji looking at him as if nothing had happened. The red that stained his pale cheeks rapidly faded as Yasuaki moved the appropriate distance from the Emperor’s brother.
“Are you well now?” Yasuaki’s voice sounded slightly quivering and breathless. Eisen had to shyly admit to liking it, though less pleased with the distance restored between them.
“Y-yes… why wouldn’t I be?” Eisen realised to his great horror that his voice sounded shakier than usual; Yasuaki was still intimidating, even after having kissed him.
“Tomomasa-san said that you weren’t well, not being able to get enough air. This explains the lack of your flute playing as of late, so he suggested using my powers to aid you.” His master had taught him some less direct measures of aiding someone with respiratory problems, but Tomomasa had known Eisen longer than he had, and had considered the other methods inappropriate.
When he noticed Eisen lowering his head in what he assumed was embarrassment, Yasuaki took the fragile boy’s hands into his own, staring at the porcelain skin. Eisen was so fragile and white, like the tea-scented flowers hiding them from the outside world.
Then everything turned white as he closed his eyes, effectively blocking the way the curled, teal strands peeked from under the bushes from his sight. Soft lips gently brushed over the warm back of a monk’s petite hand. Both of them wondered why.
Series: Harukanaru Toki no Naka De
Characters: Yasuaki, Eisen
Rating: PG
Type: Fluff
Written For:
30_flowers
Challenge: #31 - Lavender (Devotion)
Stay
Their lips barely touched. Rather, they felt each other’s breath mingling as their lips brushed over the other. Pale lips moistened slowly, turning a darker shade of pink when their joined gasps deepened. Chests raised and fell more shallowly and more quickly, and surprisingly it was the smaller who pulled the other closer against him, feeling as if he was falling.
Eisen was indeed falling; his beliefs, his religion, his strengths, his place at the palace, his ways of defining friends from foe; they had all been turned around since becoming a Hachiyou. Buddha was present still, but perhaps less insistent as agile fingers hesitantly placed over his chest. All he could do - would do - was hold on, grabbing green strands almost desperately.
And then it was Yasuaki who leaned forward, pushing his lips - slightly swollen from stimulation - against the soft lips of the flutist. A muffled gasp was elicited, and smaller arms wrapped around the Onmyoji’s broader chest, his fingers still deliciously trapped inside endless green tresses. His other hand balled into a fist around the heavy silk that kept Yasuaki’s frame warm.
Cautiously, Yasuaki’s slim fingers buried themselves in the rich purple locks, closing his eyes only after he noticed Eisen did the same, understanding it was a required procedure of kissing. Eisen’s smell intensified in his head, and the scent of the lavender bushes around him was almost dizzying in sweetness, making his head heavy and cheeks warm.
Yasuaki was happy he could be of use to someone now that the Miko had left.
When the smaller frame against him started to shiver, one hand, which had previously hung limply by his sides, sneaked around Eisen’s head, and nudged the boy’s head closer against his. The other hand curled around the monk’s back and carefully pushed him closer, bringing their pelvises together. Yasuaki wondered since when body heat had felt so warm.
Eisen only pulled back at the undeniable sound of low chuckles from the bushes next to them, and felt his cheeks heat up fiercely. Timidly, he stared at Yasuaki, but found the Onmyoji looking at him as if nothing had happened. The red that stained his pale cheeks rapidly faded as Yasuaki moved the appropriate distance from the Emperor’s brother.
“Are you well now?” Yasuaki’s voice sounded slightly quivering and breathless. Eisen had to shyly admit to liking it, though less pleased with the distance restored between them.
“Y-yes… why wouldn’t I be?” Eisen realised to his great horror that his voice sounded shakier than usual; Yasuaki was still intimidating, even after having kissed him.
“Tomomasa-san said that you weren’t well, not being able to get enough air. This explains the lack of your flute playing as of late, so he suggested using my powers to aid you.” His master had taught him some less direct measures of aiding someone with respiratory problems, but Tomomasa had known Eisen longer than he had, and had considered the other methods inappropriate.
When he noticed Eisen lowering his head in what he assumed was embarrassment, Yasuaki took the fragile boy’s hands into his own, staring at the porcelain skin. Eisen was so fragile and white, like the tea-scented flowers hiding them from the outside world.
Then everything turned white as he closed his eyes, effectively blocking the way the curled, teal strands peeked from under the bushes from his sight. Soft lips gently brushed over the warm back of a monk’s petite hand. Both of them wondered why.