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Title: Colorfast Part IV
Fandom: Loveless
Pairing: Kio/Soubi
Rating: to NC-17
Notes: For my claim at centi_porn. Themes: "Aware," "Few," and "Inverse."
Previous Posts: Part I | Part II | PartIII
02. Aware
Kio was aware of the depravity of it all. He was aware that maybe Soubi didn't really love him like he needed. But Kio wasn't one to hold a grudge.
Not when Soubi was nestled so snugly between his quivering thighs, sliding his tongue over muscles, goosebumps, the junction of thigh and groin.
It didn't matter exactly how Soubi loved him, Kio decided as he felt the humid warmth of Soubi's mouth swallowing him. What mattered was that Soubi was there.
He was there because he liked Kio's taste, Kio's deep moan.
He was there of desire, not of obedience.
13. Few
Soubi gave so little, but Kio was okay with that. On these rare occasions of knees-to-mattress, voice-to-rafters, it was Kio who made the decisions, manipulating their bodies toward release. It was Kio on his knees, working tongue and mouth and throat. It was Kio moving hips and pinning wrists.
Which is what made this so remarkable.
Kio's head fell back onto the floor as Soubi's tongue worked from ankle to calf, teeth nipping behind his knee. Soubi's fingers dragged through the glaze of sweat on his hip and Kio committed the rarity to memory, a snapshot, an exercise in wishful thinking.
15. Inverse
Soubi's eyes searched the face looming before his, obstinance giving way to pleading. A drop of sweat slid torturously down his forehead, his hips suspended mid-metronome. His body was aching and needing and nearly trembling. But a hand held him firmly against the cool glass of the balcony door.
Soubi tried to move - even his skin was straining toward the body standing beautifully still between his feet. He needed it - contact, heat, skin sliding slickly against his own.
But Kio held him immobile.
"Not until you ask, Sou-chan," Kio said softly, ache cloaked in dominance, "order me."
Pause.
"Kio. Please."
Fandom: Loveless
Pairing: Kio/Soubi
Rating: to NC-17
Notes: For my claim at centi_porn. Themes: "Aware," "Few," and "Inverse."
Previous Posts: Part I | Part II | PartIII
02. Aware
Kio was aware of the depravity of it all. He was aware that maybe Soubi didn't really love him like he needed. But Kio wasn't one to hold a grudge.
Not when Soubi was nestled so snugly between his quivering thighs, sliding his tongue over muscles, goosebumps, the junction of thigh and groin.
It didn't matter exactly how Soubi loved him, Kio decided as he felt the humid warmth of Soubi's mouth swallowing him. What mattered was that Soubi was there.
He was there because he liked Kio's taste, Kio's deep moan.
He was there of desire, not of obedience.
13. Few
Soubi gave so little, but Kio was okay with that. On these rare occasions of knees-to-mattress, voice-to-rafters, it was Kio who made the decisions, manipulating their bodies toward release. It was Kio on his knees, working tongue and mouth and throat. It was Kio moving hips and pinning wrists.
Which is what made this so remarkable.
Kio's head fell back onto the floor as Soubi's tongue worked from ankle to calf, teeth nipping behind his knee. Soubi's fingers dragged through the glaze of sweat on his hip and Kio committed the rarity to memory, a snapshot, an exercise in wishful thinking.
15. Inverse
Soubi's eyes searched the face looming before his, obstinance giving way to pleading. A drop of sweat slid torturously down his forehead, his hips suspended mid-metronome. His body was aching and needing and nearly trembling. But a hand held him firmly against the cool glass of the balcony door.
Soubi tried to move - even his skin was straining toward the body standing beautifully still between his feet. He needed it - contact, heat, skin sliding slickly against his own.
But Kio held him immobile.
"Not until you ask, Sou-chan," Kio said softly, ache cloaked in dominance, "order me."
Pause.
"Kio. Please."