1sentence challege.
Title: Untitled lol.
Rating: R-ish.
Pairing: Racercest. Bl
Words: 273
Notes: Inspired by lali-lemons' sentences ficlets. Except these kinda surpassed the one-sentence limit. Also, I'm totally new in this fandom. Please don't kill me (yet). Bl
Disclaimer: I do not own Speed Racer; I'm merely playing with its characters.
One: Motion
In one swift motion, Speed found his head pressed against the soft cushions of the pillow by a single strong hand, fingers digging at the roots of his hair. Speed bit at the cloth as the dark figure lurked behind him, overwhelmed by anticipation and wanting. X may be a patient man, but when it comes to this, Speed noticed a whole different side to him.
Two: Cool
Speed had always looked up to X; he seemed to be the type of man who would 'get all the ladies.' Luckily for him, however, those cool-looking visors only concealed the fact that Racer X's eyes only wander to Speed himself - though unbeknownst to Speed, they were glued more towards the lower regions.
Three: Young
A lot of times, Speed found himself reminiscing those younger days with his now gone brother, Rex Racer. Although he has vanished, X's similarity to Rex only had Speed imagining himself set upon X's lap, the enigmatic racer's palm upon his own, and chin leaned over his shoulder. Flush.
Four: Last
"This will be the last time, Speed," X grunted as a leather-clad hand motioned the younger Racer over.
Chuckling, Speed abided but couldn't hold back a quip in return: "You'd said the same thing yesterday."
Five: Wrong
X had decided not to visit his younger brother today - one less sin for the week. Instead, he sat down on the couch of his quarters, half-dressed with hand drawn into a fist as he resisted the throb between his legs. What ever he did was wrong in the fact that he still had the image of Speed Racer in his head.
Rating: R-ish.
Pairing: Racercest. Bl
Words: 273
Notes: Inspired by lali-lemons' sentences ficlets. Except these kinda surpassed the one-sentence limit. Also, I'm totally new in this fandom. Please don't kill me (yet). Bl
Disclaimer: I do not own Speed Racer; I'm merely playing with its characters.
One: Motion
In one swift motion, Speed found his head pressed against the soft cushions of the pillow by a single strong hand, fingers digging at the roots of his hair. Speed bit at the cloth as the dark figure lurked behind him, overwhelmed by anticipation and wanting. X may be a patient man, but when it comes to this, Speed noticed a whole different side to him.
Two: Cool
Speed had always looked up to X; he seemed to be the type of man who would 'get all the ladies.' Luckily for him, however, those cool-looking visors only concealed the fact that Racer X's eyes only wander to Speed himself - though unbeknownst to Speed, they were glued more towards the lower regions.
Three: Young
A lot of times, Speed found himself reminiscing those younger days with his now gone brother, Rex Racer. Although he has vanished, X's similarity to Rex only had Speed imagining himself set upon X's lap, the enigmatic racer's palm upon his own, and chin leaned over his shoulder. Flush.
Four: Last
"This will be the last time, Speed," X grunted as a leather-clad hand motioned the younger Racer over.
Chuckling, Speed abided but couldn't hold back a quip in return: "You'd said the same thing yesterday."
Five: Wrong
X had decided not to visit his younger brother today - one less sin for the week. Instead, he sat down on the couch of his quarters, half-dressed with hand drawn into a fist as he resisted the throb between his legs. What ever he did was wrong in the fact that he still had the image of Speed Racer in his head.