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Title: Sans -san
Series: 02
Couples: Daiori
Rating: R for Daisuke's near-filthy mouth
Topic: "Step"
Word count: 215
Comment: Hey, look what I shoehorned in the topic!
"I think we need to take the next step in our relationship," Daisuke said.
Iori paused. Part of it was from the sheer implausibility for Daisuke of using a word like "relationship", and part of it was because it was a fairly incongruous comment to make as they were struggling to get the sofa through the door of the apartment they were going to share.
"I have no idea what you're talking about, Daisuke-san," Iori grunted.
"Exactly that, why are you still -san-ing me?" Daisuke whined.
With the doorframe protesting loudly, they managed to haul the unwieldy piece of furniture inside. As if mimicking each other, they simultaneously put it down and slumped into it before sighing.
"What's the problem?" Iori protested, "I -san everybody."
"Yes, why should you call me the same think you call Hikari or Mr. Inoue? I've licked practically every single inch of your body; I've had your dick slammed in me for almost hours at a time; you've had me tied up and begging; I've sucked you off in the subway; we've done the two-mouthed tuba, the underwater mambo, the single-handed underclamp and the asscrack front-loader, and I'm still a -san!"
Iori pondered this for a moment.
"You're right," he finally relented.
Daisuke beamed.
"You should be calling me Iori-sama."
Note: No I don't know what those are, as I just made them up. If you have ideas, though, please feel free to share ^__^
Series: 02
Couples: Daiori
Rating: R for Daisuke's near-filthy mouth
Topic: "Step"
Word count: 215
Comment: Hey, look what I shoehorned in the topic!
"I think we need to take the next step in our relationship," Daisuke said.
Iori paused. Part of it was from the sheer implausibility for Daisuke of using a word like "relationship", and part of it was because it was a fairly incongruous comment to make as they were struggling to get the sofa through the door of the apartment they were going to share.
"I have no idea what you're talking about, Daisuke-san," Iori grunted.
"Exactly that, why are you still -san-ing me?" Daisuke whined.
With the doorframe protesting loudly, they managed to haul the unwieldy piece of furniture inside. As if mimicking each other, they simultaneously put it down and slumped into it before sighing.
"What's the problem?" Iori protested, "I -san everybody."
"Yes, why should you call me the same think you call Hikari or Mr. Inoue? I've licked practically every single inch of your body; I've had your dick slammed in me for almost hours at a time; you've had me tied up and begging; I've sucked you off in the subway; we've done the two-mouthed tuba, the underwater mambo, the single-handed underclamp and the asscrack front-loader, and I'm still a -san!"
Iori pondered this for a moment.
"You're right," he finally relented.
Daisuke beamed.
"You should be calling me Iori-sama."
Note: No I don't know what those are, as I just made them up. If you have ideas, though, please feel free to share ^__^