[fic] improv fic [with ishougen]
improv fics
r/pg - kyumi
summary: two different takes on one prompt: "your hands around my neck." they're two seperate ficlets, but you can kinda read them as one~ [this was a mini fic improv thing with ishougen. you can see her two fics/one prompt here! you should totally check it out because she's awesome! and they're good]
version one
you run your thumbs against his adam's apple and he makes a soft choked sound that shoots straight for your dick. his eys are wide open and his skin is paler then ever against the white pillow underneath his head. he brings his knees up, his never ever ending legs coming to wrap tight around your waist and he rolls his body.
you're the one who gasps this time.
"kui xian, kui xian, kui xian-" he chants your name in time with your heartbeats. "hurry, please, kui xian-" and the way your name rolls off your tongue makes you want to just skip everything and bring him hands and knees on the bed and fuck him, deep and hard and too fast for him to catch his breath.
the thought is your extra push over the edge, you wrap your fingers around the long column of his throat and press down, squeeze. his eyes get bigger and he chokes and moans and he rolls his erection into yours over and over again. in just seconds he's breathless, his mouth opens and cloes to suck in air and you tighten your grip.
his fingernails sink into your shoulders.
you let go suddenly and he wheezes, the air whooses back into his lungs and with the first breathe he takes, he lets out a long drawn out moan that ends in your name and comes in his boxers.
you shudder because he's so fucking beautiful like this, back arched high off the bed and eyes clenched shut and his hair damp around his face. it's when you see the bruises your fingers have made on his neck that you come, biting your bottom lip and fumbling for his hands. his fingers find yours and holds on tight.
version two
he hangs off your shoulder and laughs with the others and you wish he'd just leave. you're so tired of his excessive cute and his laugh and the way his hands never leave your skin. you want to breathe and be free.
he looks at you suddenly, the smile on his face fading, and his hands slip from around your waist.
"kui xian?"
you nod absently at you watch some of the others start a game.
"kui xian."
"what?" you're not even sorry to be so abrupt with him anymore. you look at him.
"i love you," he whispers just loud enough for you to hear.
you turn away from him without a word. you're tired of this too. you're tired of being the only one he'll ever want.
r/pg - kyumi
summary: two different takes on one prompt: "your hands around my neck." they're two seperate ficlets, but you can kinda read them as one~ [this was a mini fic improv thing with ishougen. you can see her two fics/one prompt here! you should totally check it out because she's awesome! and they're good]
version one
you run your thumbs against his adam's apple and he makes a soft choked sound that shoots straight for your dick. his eys are wide open and his skin is paler then ever against the white pillow underneath his head. he brings his knees up, his never ever ending legs coming to wrap tight around your waist and he rolls his body.
you're the one who gasps this time.
"kui xian, kui xian, kui xian-" he chants your name in time with your heartbeats. "hurry, please, kui xian-" and the way your name rolls off your tongue makes you want to just skip everything and bring him hands and knees on the bed and fuck him, deep and hard and too fast for him to catch his breath.
the thought is your extra push over the edge, you wrap your fingers around the long column of his throat and press down, squeeze. his eyes get bigger and he chokes and moans and he rolls his erection into yours over and over again. in just seconds he's breathless, his mouth opens and cloes to suck in air and you tighten your grip.
his fingernails sink into your shoulders.
you let go suddenly and he wheezes, the air whooses back into his lungs and with the first breathe he takes, he lets out a long drawn out moan that ends in your name and comes in his boxers.
you shudder because he's so fucking beautiful like this, back arched high off the bed and eyes clenched shut and his hair damp around his face. it's when you see the bruises your fingers have made on his neck that you come, biting your bottom lip and fumbling for his hands. his fingers find yours and holds on tight.
version two
he hangs off your shoulder and laughs with the others and you wish he'd just leave. you're so tired of his excessive cute and his laugh and the way his hands never leave your skin. you want to breathe and be free.
he looks at you suddenly, the smile on his face fading, and his hands slip from around your waist.
"kui xian?"
you nod absently at you watch some of the others start a game.
"kui xian."
"what?" you're not even sorry to be so abrupt with him anymore. you look at him.
"i love you," he whispers just loud enough for you to hear.
you turn away from him without a word. you're tired of this too. you're tired of being the only one he'll ever want.