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Why, yes. I wrote another one. Because I can't have enough of this. XD
A little short, too. But that's thanks to my inhability to write long fics. D| I'm not sure if I should lock this or not. There's nothing terribly explicit here. 8/a;;;
Anyway, hope you'd enjoy!
Title.- Times
Author.- Nori xnoriko_sakumax
Rating.- PG-15? For implied sex.
Pairings.- Yamamoto/Mukuro |Db
Warnings.- None, really.
Notes.- Yay for more 8069 /O/
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The first time Mukuro leads.
Mostly because Yamamoto is too stunned to know what exactly is going on. And even if that weren't the case, he wouldn't actually know what to do.
And perhaps it's a little too rough, a little too fast and a little too uncaring for a first time. He can hear his soft laugh, Kufufu, as a whisper over his ear. Tickling him on the back of his mind.
But he definitely likes it.
----
It takes him a couple of times before he starts to respond a little more properly, once Mukuro stops drugging him so much with his illusions.
He moves his hands and touches, caresses, strokes. Moves his head and kisses, bites and licks.
Mukuro is still overwhelmingly dominant. But then, Yamamoto makes something right and can hear him do a shuddering moan.
And he decides he wants to hear more.
----
Around the twelfth or thirteenth time (not like he's counting them, mind you), Mukuro lets him take the lead.
Though there was no proper permission asked. Just a small push on the shoulders, an extra pinch of aggressiveness on the kisses, a daring hand wondering a little too low on his abdomen.
He had been doing that a couple of times before, but it's not until now that Mukuro allows him to go further. Otherwise he wouldn't have dared to impose himself, because honestly, it's not like him to do so.
----
Yamamoto, Mukuro notices, is a whole different case.
Touches are conscious and gentle. They're slow, exploring every inch in a soft way. Nothing too rushed. As if trying to find weak spots all over him to be able to remember them later.
It's a laughable matter, but for some reason, Mukuro can only let out a sigh and gasp.
Not like it matters. He'll laugh so much more later.
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It's weird.
The Twenty Fifth time it's a date. As in, a proper date. Strictly speaking. They're going to the movies (a random action film) and perhaps to the sushi restaurant afterwards.
Mukuro seems amused.
"I'm not quite sure I understand the purpose of this."
"Well, it's what people normally do when you want to get to know a person."
"Oh, but I'm sure you already know me quite well, Takeshi-kun."
He's very sure he is blushing. Mukuro only chuckles softly.
"N-Not like that ahahah..."
"Then? Why does it matter?"
"I just want to get to know you, Mukuro."
A pause, then a sigh.
"You're a very strange individual, Yamamoto Takeshi."
"So that's a yes?"
"... it'd better be good sushi."
A grin. And a soft kiss led by impulse.
It's strange.
But Mukuro is not complaining. Not yet.
A little short, too. But that's thanks to my inhability to write long fics. D| I'm not sure if I should lock this or not. There's nothing terribly explicit here. 8/a;;;
Anyway, hope you'd enjoy!
Title.- Times
Author.- Nori xnoriko_sakumax
Rating.- PG-15? For implied sex.
Pairings.- Yamamoto/Mukuro |Db
Warnings.- None, really.
Notes.- Yay for more 8069 /O/
----
The first time Mukuro leads.
Mostly because Yamamoto is too stunned to know what exactly is going on. And even if that weren't the case, he wouldn't actually know what to do.
And perhaps it's a little too rough, a little too fast and a little too uncaring for a first time. He can hear his soft laugh, Kufufu, as a whisper over his ear. Tickling him on the back of his mind.
But he definitely likes it.
----
It takes him a couple of times before he starts to respond a little more properly, once Mukuro stops drugging him so much with his illusions.
He moves his hands and touches, caresses, strokes. Moves his head and kisses, bites and licks.
Mukuro is still overwhelmingly dominant. But then, Yamamoto makes something right and can hear him do a shuddering moan.
And he decides he wants to hear more.
----
Around the twelfth or thirteenth time (not like he's counting them, mind you), Mukuro lets him take the lead.
Though there was no proper permission asked. Just a small push on the shoulders, an extra pinch of aggressiveness on the kisses, a daring hand wondering a little too low on his abdomen.
He had been doing that a couple of times before, but it's not until now that Mukuro allows him to go further. Otherwise he wouldn't have dared to impose himself, because honestly, it's not like him to do so.
----
Yamamoto, Mukuro notices, is a whole different case.
Touches are conscious and gentle. They're slow, exploring every inch in a soft way. Nothing too rushed. As if trying to find weak spots all over him to be able to remember them later.
It's a laughable matter, but for some reason, Mukuro can only let out a sigh and gasp.
Not like it matters. He'll laugh so much more later.
----
It's weird.
The Twenty Fifth time it's a date. As in, a proper date. Strictly speaking. They're going to the movies (a random action film) and perhaps to the sushi restaurant afterwards.
Mukuro seems amused.
"I'm not quite sure I understand the purpose of this."
"Well, it's what people normally do when you want to get to know a person."
"Oh, but I'm sure you already know me quite well, Takeshi-kun."
He's very sure he is blushing. Mukuro only chuckles softly.
"N-Not like that ahahah..."
"Then? Why does it matter?"
"I just want to get to know you, Mukuro."
A pause, then a sigh.
"You're a very strange individual, Yamamoto Takeshi."
"So that's a yes?"
"... it'd better be good sushi."
A grin. And a soft kiss led by impulse.
It's strange.
But Mukuro is not complaining. Not yet.