Compromises - Tora/Hiroto [ficlet]
Title: Compromises
Author: beyondtheremix
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Tora/Hiroto
Band[s]: Alice Nine
Warning/Disclaimer: smuttish, crackish, fluffy
Word Count: 859
Comment: I believe tingedwords requested this.
Compromises
Hiroto's eyebrows were drawn together, fat lips pursed into as thin of a line as they could manage. His entire face was set into an expression of serious thinking.
In the sure many hours he'd definitely been lying there, the long minute hand had scarcely moved an inch. It seemed each second required an hour to steel itself and move towards the next minute, each minute an eon of slick stretching and tugging he wanted to forget. Looking at the ceiling, he blinked rapidly and tried to focus on keeping his mouth shut.
Outside he could make out the faint buzz of a lawn mower carefully trimming each small strip of grass it could find. But the loud engine's roar was nothing compared to the buzzing he could feel beginning to crawl up the warm skin of his curved spine and moist belly. Hiroto's fists curled, white-knuckled into the pillows beside him. His limbs shook with the effort of staying still, while his toes clenched and unclenched in the sheets.
He had been so certain he could handle this, had laughed when Tora said he probably wouldn't like it. Now he found each tendon and fiber of his being straining to keep together. His face was scrunched up into the stunning likeness of a dried plum. However, he couldn't call it quits just yet - his pride was on the line. But, then again, everyone needed to learn their limits.
Tora stopped what he was doing with his lips and tongue and looked up from his careful ministrations at the small man all but hyperventilating on his bed. Hiroto's mouth was sealed shut, eyes watering, heavy inhales and exhales sucked through his nostrils like he was about to give birth to the biggest turd on the planet. Tora resisted the urge to snort in the condescending "I told you so" way he wanted to do and instead schooled his features into a careful frown.
It was a terrible excuse for a frown. No matter how good Tora thought it was, Hiroto could still see the way the corners of down turned lips twitched. He glared right back, the same sort of glare he always shot Tora when his favorite DBZ character had been thrown clean off the screen by the other's skillful button smashing - an indignant and challenging look that usually only convinced Tora he needed to remind Hiroto a second time what pixilated domination looked like.
It was that ridiculous glare that broke their little farce.
Tora slinked up Hiroto's heaving body and promptly buried his face into the other's neck. A bear-like growl escaped his lips as he ruffled him up and smirked, "Tell me again, who was it that said he could take this?"
Hiroto squealed.
He really didn't mean to. In fact, he'd thought it nigh impossible for his deep, manly voice to release anything close to a squeal. But, as he squirmed and tried to get Tora off, he really did squeal. It was as if his lungs were full of helium and his limbs electrified, pushing and jabbing at any bit of the older man he could reach while Tora nipped and rubbed his extra-bristly facial bits into the sensitive skin of Hiroto's neck. Devious fingers playing up and down his ribs definitely weren't helping either.
By the time the other had stopped Hiroto was breathless. He had finally allowed his suppressed laughter to overflow at the ticklish job Tora was doing with his mouth and it was only just beginning to simmer down.
"I definitely saw this coming," Tora snorted, grabbing the other's wrists and holding them against his bare chest. "Even you saw it coming."
Hiroto had a snappy comeback waiting for just this moment, but he was too busy squawking and making the most adorable faces as Tora's mustache scratched and poked up his nose. "If I wanted to kiss something furry I'd kiss Mogu!" he wailed, cringing but taking Tora's prickly kisses all the same. He was laughing, groaning, trying to pull away and wiggle closer all at once - some terrible combination of repulsion and strange attraction that he didn't really know what to do with. This was Tora after all and he wanted to accept Tora as Tora, everything about him, though this was a teensy bit... unnecessary...
Tora, meanwhile, took the opportunity to rake his chin hairs up and down Hiroto's cheeks before rolling off of him completely, the most satisfied look adorning his face.
"No worries," he snorted, "I was going to shave it off anyway."
Hiroto's ears perked up at that.
"Our company president took one look and was highly unimpressed," Tora continued, an almost resentful bite to his words.
"Wait," Hiroto blurted. "Does that mean you like it better with your mustache?" His disgust was rather poorly disguised.
The aoffended look on his face was enough to crack Tora up all over again. Flopping back onto Hiroto's front, he shrugged, skin dragging against skin. "I don't care either way... I just like making you squeal!" he growled and then they resumed their tangled mess of silly, giggling, wrestling limbs.
A/N:
In honor of the late Tora Mustachio, which went on vacation but probably still visits at night and on weekends…
Comments?! LOL
Archive
Author: beyondtheremix
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Tora/Hiroto
Band[s]: Alice Nine
Warning/Disclaimer: smuttish, crackish, fluffy
Word Count: 859
Comment: I believe tingedwords requested this.
Compromises
Hiroto's eyebrows were drawn together, fat lips pursed into as thin of a line as they could manage. His entire face was set into an expression of serious thinking.
In the sure many hours he'd definitely been lying there, the long minute hand had scarcely moved an inch. It seemed each second required an hour to steel itself and move towards the next minute, each minute an eon of slick stretching and tugging he wanted to forget. Looking at the ceiling, he blinked rapidly and tried to focus on keeping his mouth shut.
Outside he could make out the faint buzz of a lawn mower carefully trimming each small strip of grass it could find. But the loud engine's roar was nothing compared to the buzzing he could feel beginning to crawl up the warm skin of his curved spine and moist belly. Hiroto's fists curled, white-knuckled into the pillows beside him. His limbs shook with the effort of staying still, while his toes clenched and unclenched in the sheets.
He had been so certain he could handle this, had laughed when Tora said he probably wouldn't like it. Now he found each tendon and fiber of his being straining to keep together. His face was scrunched up into the stunning likeness of a dried plum. However, he couldn't call it quits just yet - his pride was on the line. But, then again, everyone needed to learn their limits.
Tora stopped what he was doing with his lips and tongue and looked up from his careful ministrations at the small man all but hyperventilating on his bed. Hiroto's mouth was sealed shut, eyes watering, heavy inhales and exhales sucked through his nostrils like he was about to give birth to the biggest turd on the planet. Tora resisted the urge to snort in the condescending "I told you so" way he wanted to do and instead schooled his features into a careful frown.
It was a terrible excuse for a frown. No matter how good Tora thought it was, Hiroto could still see the way the corners of down turned lips twitched. He glared right back, the same sort of glare he always shot Tora when his favorite DBZ character had been thrown clean off the screen by the other's skillful button smashing - an indignant and challenging look that usually only convinced Tora he needed to remind Hiroto a second time what pixilated domination looked like.
It was that ridiculous glare that broke their little farce.
Tora slinked up Hiroto's heaving body and promptly buried his face into the other's neck. A bear-like growl escaped his lips as he ruffled him up and smirked, "Tell me again, who was it that said he could take this?"
Hiroto squealed.
He really didn't mean to. In fact, he'd thought it nigh impossible for his deep, manly voice to release anything close to a squeal. But, as he squirmed and tried to get Tora off, he really did squeal. It was as if his lungs were full of helium and his limbs electrified, pushing and jabbing at any bit of the older man he could reach while Tora nipped and rubbed his extra-bristly facial bits into the sensitive skin of Hiroto's neck. Devious fingers playing up and down his ribs definitely weren't helping either.
By the time the other had stopped Hiroto was breathless. He had finally allowed his suppressed laughter to overflow at the ticklish job Tora was doing with his mouth and it was only just beginning to simmer down.
"I definitely saw this coming," Tora snorted, grabbing the other's wrists and holding them against his bare chest. "Even you saw it coming."
Hiroto had a snappy comeback waiting for just this moment, but he was too busy squawking and making the most adorable faces as Tora's mustache scratched and poked up his nose. "If I wanted to kiss something furry I'd kiss Mogu!" he wailed, cringing but taking Tora's prickly kisses all the same. He was laughing, groaning, trying to pull away and wiggle closer all at once - some terrible combination of repulsion and strange attraction that he didn't really know what to do with. This was Tora after all and he wanted to accept Tora as Tora, everything about him, though this was a teensy bit... unnecessary...
Tora, meanwhile, took the opportunity to rake his chin hairs up and down Hiroto's cheeks before rolling off of him completely, the most satisfied look adorning his face.
"No worries," he snorted, "I was going to shave it off anyway."
Hiroto's ears perked up at that.
"Our company president took one look and was highly unimpressed," Tora continued, an almost resentful bite to his words.
"Wait," Hiroto blurted. "Does that mean you like it better with your mustache?" His disgust was rather poorly disguised.
The aoffended look on his face was enough to crack Tora up all over again. Flopping back onto Hiroto's front, he shrugged, skin dragging against skin. "I don't care either way... I just like making you squeal!" he growled and then they resumed their tangled mess of silly, giggling, wrestling limbs.
A/N:
In honor of the late Tora Mustachio, which went on vacation but probably still visits at night and on weekends…
Comments?! LOL
Archive