[FIC] Diminuendo
Title: Diminuendo
Pairing:PiDa
Rating:NC-17
Genre: PWP
Warning: -
A/N : As requested by floppy_snoopi at help_pilipinas $1-For-A-Drabble event. Do support it!! (^-^)/
Schedule, finished.
Bathe, taken.
Stomach, still empty.
With that, Pi walked towards the kitchen to whip up something for his poor stomach.
Suddenly, the lights went out, the air-conditioning shut down and needless to say, the electric hotplate didn't work.
A hungry man is an angry man.
knock knock.
Frustrated, he walked towards the front door in semi-darkness.
A box.
He kicked it a bit.
"Surprise!!" A cheery voice chirped as the box bursted open.
"It's late. What do you want, Ueda-san?" His head throbbed.
A loud bang. Clothes scattered. Moans and pants filled the air.
"hnngh… don't stop…Ueda-san…ahh"
The slurping noises, those skillful hands, his skin burned wherever Ueda touched him.
His length, slick. Ueda's mouth does wonders.
Release, building like a Crescendo.
Hazy… Everything was hazy.
"I'm….ahh.."
Unfinished sentence.
White ribbons, splayed over his face.
Diminuendo, all noises faded.
~~
The painful sunlight.
Groggy, awake.
Was that all bu-
"Morning Pi! Breakfast?"
Leaning over the kitchen counter.
His smile; as bright as the sun.
A/n2: I think that this was really seriously super badly written.... i'm sorry cindy!!! orz
Pairing:PiDa
Rating:NC-17
Genre: PWP
Warning: -
A/N : As requested by floppy_snoopi at help_pilipinas $1-For-A-Drabble event. Do support it!! (^-^)/
Schedule, finished.
Bathe, taken.
Stomach, still empty.
With that, Pi walked towards the kitchen to whip up something for his poor stomach.
Suddenly, the lights went out, the air-conditioning shut down and needless to say, the electric hotplate didn't work.
A hungry man is an angry man.
knock knock.
Frustrated, he walked towards the front door in semi-darkness.
A box.
He kicked it a bit.
"Surprise!!" A cheery voice chirped as the box bursted open.
"It's late. What do you want, Ueda-san?" His head throbbed.
A loud bang. Clothes scattered. Moans and pants filled the air.
"hnngh… don't stop…Ueda-san…ahh"
The slurping noises, those skillful hands, his skin burned wherever Ueda touched him.
His length, slick. Ueda's mouth does wonders.
Release, building like a Crescendo.
Hazy… Everything was hazy.
"I'm….ahh.."
Unfinished sentence.
White ribbons, splayed over his face.
Diminuendo, all noises faded.
~~
The painful sunlight.
Groggy, awake.
Was that all bu-
"Morning Pi! Breakfast?"
Leaning over the kitchen counter.
His smile; as bright as the sun.
A/n2: I think that this was really seriously super badly written.... i'm sorry cindy!!! orz