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Couldn't sleep, so I decided to type up some stuffs that I wrote today.
Here I have seven Soubi/Ritsuka drabbles from centi_porn. Why, yes, I did have a lot of free time on my hands today! I'm also working on yaoiwench121's OTP! Kio/Yayoi.
01. Kiss [100 words]
The first time that Soubi had kissed him for pleasure and not battle, Ritsuka's knees had buckled. Just like they were buckling now.
Until that first kiss - that first real kiss - Soubi had restricted his affections to embraces and double entendres. But that first kiss - like this kiss - had left him unable to breathe, sleep, function. It left him confused. Even this kiss left his head swimming, but he knew it had little to do with confusion and more to do with the wobble of his knees under the weight of Soubi's lips on his own.
02. Naked [100 words]
Ritsuka looked naked without his ears. Soubi would never get over it. The lack of ears atop his head left him more bare than even the lack of clothes.
Sitting on the bed, propped against the wall with the sheet draped over his legs, Ritsuka watched as Soubi began to unbutton his shirt. No matter how many times they did this, Ritsuka would still watch Soubi bare himself, becoming more vulnerable with each discarded item of clothing. Naked, Soubi leaned over, kissed the smooth round at the crown of Ritsuka's head, and took his usual place in his lover's lap.
03. Arch [100 words]
The line of his back was beautiful, one long line like a prayer, arched off the mattress, his hair a brushstroke on the pillow beneath his head. Ritsuka watched, breath baited, as Soubi's body lowered itself again.
"Ritsuka." It was an exhalation more than it was a word. But it still had the power to make Ritsuka's eyes slide shut.
As the small of Soubi's back made contact again with the bed, Ritsuka's own spine curved into an arch. The lines of their bodies linked and slithered into a sine wave, graceful, lean, and their cries melted together in crescendo.
05. Bite [100 words]
Ritsuka grumbled at first, of course, but he found that he rather enjoyed when Soubi slid his teeth over his soft, attentive ears. He would never admit it, but he really didn't need to, either. Soubi knew, as he always did.
Soubi knew the miracles that his teeth performed, the obscene way that Ritsuka's hips jerked when a well-timed bit left small, purple marks on his shoulder. Ritsuka said that he hated pain and he meant it. And Soubi hadn't been lying when he said the same. But they knew this wasn't pain; they both knew it was something more.
07. Rip
Ritsuka snarled savagely behind him and goosebumps slithered up his arms.
That's right, he thought, want me.
He smiled slow and ignored the delicious sound of Ritsuka's longing, gracefully touching his paintbrush to his canvas.
"Soubi!"
Yes, he thought, tell me what you want.
A warm flush began a slow wash up his chest, tickling the base of his neck, painting a streak down his throat.
"Soubi!"
Soubi closed his eyes and sighed, his mouth open just a stroke in breathless anticipation.
Yes. Command me.
"Listen to me or I'll rip that painting in two!"
Soubi bit back a moan.
08. Ice [100 words]
Seimei had been ice. Cold, stinging ice. And even now, something in Soubi - the good-dog part - twitched in discomfort to think such things. But as Ritsuka's hot, hesitant tongue trailed slowly down his shivering abdomen, it was hard to deny the difference between the brothers.
Seimei had always left him with chills and shivers and gooseflesh, but always alone. Always needing and hungry. But this brother - the younger one, the kinder one, Ritsuka - was nestled between his knees and together they were sending sizzling sparks into the night air as they burned, burned to the ground.
13. Wake [100 words]
It was in these moments, in the wake of this new pleasure, that they rediscovered each other. This was new and they were new because of it. Ritsuka looked so different, less balanced without ears and tail. He was all long limbs that would tangle with Soubi's, all deep voice that pushed out of his throat when Soubi's lips found the pulse in his neck.
When they sprawled sweaty and knotted, quiet and still, Ritsuka dozing warm and content, Soubi would smile. Ritsuka may be all teenage energy and longing for action, but Soubi liked these quiet moments the best.
G'night, folks! ^__^ zzzzzzzzzzzzzz!
Here I have seven Soubi/Ritsuka drabbles from centi_porn. Why, yes, I did have a lot of free time on my hands today! I'm also working on yaoiwench121's OTP! Kio/Yayoi.
01. Kiss [100 words]
The first time that Soubi had kissed him for pleasure and not battle, Ritsuka's knees had buckled. Just like they were buckling now.
Until that first kiss - that first real kiss - Soubi had restricted his affections to embraces and double entendres. But that first kiss - like this kiss - had left him unable to breathe, sleep, function. It left him confused. Even this kiss left his head swimming, but he knew it had little to do with confusion and more to do with the wobble of his knees under the weight of Soubi's lips on his own.
02. Naked [100 words]
Ritsuka looked naked without his ears. Soubi would never get over it. The lack of ears atop his head left him more bare than even the lack of clothes.
Sitting on the bed, propped against the wall with the sheet draped over his legs, Ritsuka watched as Soubi began to unbutton his shirt. No matter how many times they did this, Ritsuka would still watch Soubi bare himself, becoming more vulnerable with each discarded item of clothing. Naked, Soubi leaned over, kissed the smooth round at the crown of Ritsuka's head, and took his usual place in his lover's lap.
03. Arch [100 words]
The line of his back was beautiful, one long line like a prayer, arched off the mattress, his hair a brushstroke on the pillow beneath his head. Ritsuka watched, breath baited, as Soubi's body lowered itself again.
"Ritsuka." It was an exhalation more than it was a word. But it still had the power to make Ritsuka's eyes slide shut.
As the small of Soubi's back made contact again with the bed, Ritsuka's own spine curved into an arch. The lines of their bodies linked and slithered into a sine wave, graceful, lean, and their cries melted together in crescendo.
05. Bite [100 words]
Ritsuka grumbled at first, of course, but he found that he rather enjoyed when Soubi slid his teeth over his soft, attentive ears. He would never admit it, but he really didn't need to, either. Soubi knew, as he always did.
Soubi knew the miracles that his teeth performed, the obscene way that Ritsuka's hips jerked when a well-timed bit left small, purple marks on his shoulder. Ritsuka said that he hated pain and he meant it. And Soubi hadn't been lying when he said the same. But they knew this wasn't pain; they both knew it was something more.
07. Rip
Ritsuka snarled savagely behind him and goosebumps slithered up his arms.
That's right, he thought, want me.
He smiled slow and ignored the delicious sound of Ritsuka's longing, gracefully touching his paintbrush to his canvas.
"Soubi!"
Yes, he thought, tell me what you want.
A warm flush began a slow wash up his chest, tickling the base of his neck, painting a streak down his throat.
"Soubi!"
Soubi closed his eyes and sighed, his mouth open just a stroke in breathless anticipation.
Yes. Command me.
"Listen to me or I'll rip that painting in two!"
Soubi bit back a moan.
08. Ice [100 words]
Seimei had been ice. Cold, stinging ice. And even now, something in Soubi - the good-dog part - twitched in discomfort to think such things. But as Ritsuka's hot, hesitant tongue trailed slowly down his shivering abdomen, it was hard to deny the difference between the brothers.
Seimei had always left him with chills and shivers and gooseflesh, but always alone. Always needing and hungry. But this brother - the younger one, the kinder one, Ritsuka - was nestled between his knees and together they were sending sizzling sparks into the night air as they burned, burned to the ground.
13. Wake [100 words]
It was in these moments, in the wake of this new pleasure, that they rediscovered each other. This was new and they were new because of it. Ritsuka looked so different, less balanced without ears and tail. He was all long limbs that would tangle with Soubi's, all deep voice that pushed out of his throat when Soubi's lips found the pulse in his neck.
When they sprawled sweaty and knotted, quiet and still, Ritsuka dozing warm and content, Soubi would smile. Ritsuka may be all teenage energy and longing for action, but Soubi liked these quiet moments the best.
G'night, folks! ^__^ zzzzzzzzzzzzzz!