[Ficlet] Paintstripper (1-hour fic challenge)
For my first attempt at the 1-hour calendar porn fic challenge, 22/3/08! And here's everyone else who participated:
alissa | bloodybrilliant | elyndys | iverin | jackoweskla | jadedfrenzy | ky_rin | mousapelli | pearljemz | peroxidepest17 | thawrecka | tinyangl | tokyostory
Title: Paintstripper
Pairing: Subaru/Yasu
Porn?: Yes
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction.
Notes: Based on Yasu's calendar picture with all the paint. (Not the cow one. I draw the line at cowslash.) I didn't quite finish it at the time, but I put another few lines on the end afterwards and tidied it up. :]
They run into each other in the studio corridor. Subaru stops in his tracks and stares.
Yasu looks down at himself, smiles back at Subaru. “I’m was going to go have a shower, but I think I might need some paint-stripper,” he jokes.
“Don’t,” says Subaru, very seriously. Yasu knows that look, and he doesn’t even question when Subaru grabs his wrist and pulls him down the hall, just jogs to keep up.
Yasu’s glad they’ve used this studio a lot of times before, they know it so well that Subaru can find that small dressing room that no-one ever uses. Probably because they know what it’s been used for in the past.
Subaru pushes Yasu up against the wall and kisses him right away, paint and all. It must be non-toxic, for him to be able to use it on his skin, but it can’t taste very good, Yasu thinks, though Subaru doesn’t seem to care.
“What is it with you and drawing on people?” Subaru murmurs between kisses. “You loved having a go at me too.” He’s working on Yasu’s belt; of course, Yasu never put his shirt back on after the photoshoot, and Subaru kisses messily down his neck and licks along his collarbone and mouths at his nipples.
Yasu leans his head back against the wall, gripping Subaru’s shoulders. He’s breathing hard already, he loves this so-sudden assault, the way the heat is suddenly all there in a rush, and he wants it so, so much. “I remembered how hot you looked then,” he pants. “You looked rough, like a punk. I wanted you to do what you wanted to me.” His voice is barely a whisper - Subaru’s got his hand in his pants, his palm hot against Yasu’s dick.
“Like I am now?” Subaru murmurs, his voice low and smoky. He pushes Yasu’s trousers down round his thighs. “Turn round,” he says, and Yasu groans as Subaru takes his hand off his cock.
He turns to face the wall, bringing his hands up to lean on, resting his painted cheek against them. “Hurry,” he whispers, and feels Subaru fingers stroke down his spine, making him shudder and moan and arch his back, desperate for Subaru’s touch. He hears the clink of Subaru’s belt, shivers at a kiss right on a sensitive point at the back of his neck, then the next thing he feels is Subaru pushing into him, slick, slow but firm. He bites his lip, squeezes his eyes shut, wanting Subaru to be in him already, wanting to feel him move and fuck him, deep and fast.
He loves the feeling of Subaru pressed against his back, loves how hot he is, even through his shirt - Subaru’s as desperate as he is, he’s not taken any of his clothes off, and Yasu tries to picture how they must look. It’s so good he’s already sliding a hand down his own chest, his painted hand, wrapping it round his cock and stroking slowly, drawing it out.
Yasu can feel Subaru breathing close to his ear. “I’m not gonna go easy on you,” he whispers, predatory, like he can’t control himself. Yasu is glad.
“Don’t, please don’t,” he moans, and though Subaru knows he means to go for it as hard as he likes, he thinks that anyone hearing might wonder if Yasu was asking to be let go. But there’s no-one to hear, and if they were to see, they’d know what he means.
Subaru fucks him in short, fast thrusts, gripping his hips and biting at his neck and getting deep into him, and Yasu relishes every second, gasping and moaning every time Subaru’s hips meet his. He jerks himself off with long strokes, firm but not rough, just like Subaru’s moving in him. He was wrong, Subaru’s not out of control at all, and he’s got Yasu completely under his control too, making him writhe and rock back against Subaru. Subaru’s pace is so fast and Yasu’s caught up in it, all he can think about is how badly he needs to come, because he’s drawn so tight and so tense and so full that it’s going to be almost too much.
Subaru puts his arms round him, holding him still, and Yasu whines, part-frustrated, part because he’s so close, he just needs a little more to tip him over - and Subaru’s shaking against him, pushing into him harder and deeper, and then Yasu feels him come, wet and slick and so hot, and Yasu rubs his thumb over the head of his cock and that’s enough, he cries out in relief as he comes all over the pink and black and green caked on his hand.
He can feel Subaru's breathing calming down as he holds him close. Yasu likes it when Subaru stays in him afterwards, enjoys the feeling of them both being too spent and sated to move. He rests his head against the wall, closes his eyes, smiles.
"I think I needed that," he murmurs.
"I'm always happy to be of service," Subaru says smartly.
Yasu chuckles. "That's why I keep coming back," he says. He gives a satisfied sigh as Subaru finally pulls out of him, and takes the tissue Subaru offers him to wipe off his hand. "Oh!" he says, half-amused. "The paint's coming off too, look."
Subaru looks at him for a moment before saying, deadpan, "In that case wait till we get home, I've got a great suggestion for cleaning your face."
END
I was going to put in a coda that involved Subaru's post-apocalyptic photo, but a) I couldn't think of it in the same way after what iverin did ;_; (^_~) and b) I thought that wrapped it up quite nicely and I was too impressed with my own genius. XD
alissa | bloodybrilliant | elyndys | iverin | jackoweskla | jadedfrenzy | ky_rin | mousapelli | pearljemz | peroxidepest17 | thawrecka | tinyangl | tokyostory
Title: Paintstripper
Pairing: Subaru/Yasu
Porn?: Yes
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction.
Notes: Based on Yasu's calendar picture with all the paint. (Not the cow one. I draw the line at cowslash.) I didn't quite finish it at the time, but I put another few lines on the end afterwards and tidied it up. :]
They run into each other in the studio corridor. Subaru stops in his tracks and stares.
Yasu looks down at himself, smiles back at Subaru. “I’m was going to go have a shower, but I think I might need some paint-stripper,” he jokes.
“Don’t,” says Subaru, very seriously. Yasu knows that look, and he doesn’t even question when Subaru grabs his wrist and pulls him down the hall, just jogs to keep up.
Yasu’s glad they’ve used this studio a lot of times before, they know it so well that Subaru can find that small dressing room that no-one ever uses. Probably because they know what it’s been used for in the past.
Subaru pushes Yasu up against the wall and kisses him right away, paint and all. It must be non-toxic, for him to be able to use it on his skin, but it can’t taste very good, Yasu thinks, though Subaru doesn’t seem to care.
“What is it with you and drawing on people?” Subaru murmurs between kisses. “You loved having a go at me too.” He’s working on Yasu’s belt; of course, Yasu never put his shirt back on after the photoshoot, and Subaru kisses messily down his neck and licks along his collarbone and mouths at his nipples.
Yasu leans his head back against the wall, gripping Subaru’s shoulders. He’s breathing hard already, he loves this so-sudden assault, the way the heat is suddenly all there in a rush, and he wants it so, so much. “I remembered how hot you looked then,” he pants. “You looked rough, like a punk. I wanted you to do what you wanted to me.” His voice is barely a whisper - Subaru’s got his hand in his pants, his palm hot against Yasu’s dick.
“Like I am now?” Subaru murmurs, his voice low and smoky. He pushes Yasu’s trousers down round his thighs. “Turn round,” he says, and Yasu groans as Subaru takes his hand off his cock.
He turns to face the wall, bringing his hands up to lean on, resting his painted cheek against them. “Hurry,” he whispers, and feels Subaru fingers stroke down his spine, making him shudder and moan and arch his back, desperate for Subaru’s touch. He hears the clink of Subaru’s belt, shivers at a kiss right on a sensitive point at the back of his neck, then the next thing he feels is Subaru pushing into him, slick, slow but firm. He bites his lip, squeezes his eyes shut, wanting Subaru to be in him already, wanting to feel him move and fuck him, deep and fast.
He loves the feeling of Subaru pressed against his back, loves how hot he is, even through his shirt - Subaru’s as desperate as he is, he’s not taken any of his clothes off, and Yasu tries to picture how they must look. It’s so good he’s already sliding a hand down his own chest, his painted hand, wrapping it round his cock and stroking slowly, drawing it out.
Yasu can feel Subaru breathing close to his ear. “I’m not gonna go easy on you,” he whispers, predatory, like he can’t control himself. Yasu is glad.
“Don’t, please don’t,” he moans, and though Subaru knows he means to go for it as hard as he likes, he thinks that anyone hearing might wonder if Yasu was asking to be let go. But there’s no-one to hear, and if they were to see, they’d know what he means.
Subaru fucks him in short, fast thrusts, gripping his hips and biting at his neck and getting deep into him, and Yasu relishes every second, gasping and moaning every time Subaru’s hips meet his. He jerks himself off with long strokes, firm but not rough, just like Subaru’s moving in him. He was wrong, Subaru’s not out of control at all, and he’s got Yasu completely under his control too, making him writhe and rock back against Subaru. Subaru’s pace is so fast and Yasu’s caught up in it, all he can think about is how badly he needs to come, because he’s drawn so tight and so tense and so full that it’s going to be almost too much.
Subaru puts his arms round him, holding him still, and Yasu whines, part-frustrated, part because he’s so close, he just needs a little more to tip him over - and Subaru’s shaking against him, pushing into him harder and deeper, and then Yasu feels him come, wet and slick and so hot, and Yasu rubs his thumb over the head of his cock and that’s enough, he cries out in relief as he comes all over the pink and black and green caked on his hand.
He can feel Subaru's breathing calming down as he holds him close. Yasu likes it when Subaru stays in him afterwards, enjoys the feeling of them both being too spent and sated to move. He rests his head against the wall, closes his eyes, smiles.
"I think I needed that," he murmurs.
"I'm always happy to be of service," Subaru says smartly.
Yasu chuckles. "That's why I keep coming back," he says. He gives a satisfied sigh as Subaru finally pulls out of him, and takes the tissue Subaru offers him to wipe off his hand. "Oh!" he says, half-amused. "The paint's coming off too, look."
Subaru looks at him for a moment before saying, deadpan, "In that case wait till we get home, I've got a great suggestion for cleaning your face."
END
I was going to put in a coda that involved Subaru's post-apocalyptic photo, but a) I couldn't think of it in the same way after what iverin did ;_; (^_~) and b) I thought that wrapped it up quite nicely and I was too impressed with my own genius. XD
