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Title: Colorfast Part III
Fandom: Loveless
Pairing: Kio/Soubi
Rating: to NC-17
Warnings: No spoilers, no squick
Notes: For Theme Set III at centi_porn. Themes "Wait," "Shift," and "Constant."
Previous Posts: Part I | Part II
03. Wait
Don't make me wait.
Tentative forefinger and thumb come together to slide the glasses from Kio's nose. His vision blurs.
Don't stop now.
One moment of hesitation as fingers brush blond waves from his face. Goosebumps slither up his neck, over his cheekbones.
I've waited so long, Sou-chan.
Blue eyes drift closer, the breath of another puffs against his lips. Kio closes his eyes.
Now. Please.
Their hips move together, like they often do, arrhythmic, symphonic. But their mouths - for the first time - touch, first cautiously, then consumptively.
Yes.
Kio wonders offhandedly if this is what being wanted feels like.
05. Shift
Kio is never sure what happens some nights to cause the shift, but it's apparent in the register of Soubi's voice, in the way their knees bump together. It always catches him by surprise, always arbitrarily leading to shed clothes and sweat.
He could ask; he could make Soubi explain himself, explain his intentions, explain why he raises Kio's hopes, only to make him ache the next morning. He could ask. He should.
But he keeps his mouth closed except to let a small gasp escape as Soubi tips his hips just so. He doesn't want to jinx it.
10. Constant
Little has been constant in Soubi's life.
All the things he's held most dear have slipped away, metamorphosing into something different, something distant. His every action strove for consistency, for a pattern, for a formula, some grand unifying theory that would hold him together. But his fingers are tired of clinging.
"Sou-chan," comes the voice from between his knees, "scoot closer."
Soubi grabs a fistful of blond hair.
He is used to losing and larceny. But the warm breath and the warm tongue running up his length make him loosen his grip and remember something vague that feels like permanence.
Fandom: Loveless
Pairing: Kio/Soubi
Rating: to NC-17
Warnings: No spoilers, no squick
Notes: For Theme Set III at centi_porn. Themes "Wait," "Shift," and "Constant."
Previous Posts: Part I | Part II
03. Wait
Don't make me wait.
Tentative forefinger and thumb come together to slide the glasses from Kio's nose. His vision blurs.
Don't stop now.
One moment of hesitation as fingers brush blond waves from his face. Goosebumps slither up his neck, over his cheekbones.
I've waited so long, Sou-chan.
Blue eyes drift closer, the breath of another puffs against his lips. Kio closes his eyes.
Now. Please.
Their hips move together, like they often do, arrhythmic, symphonic. But their mouths - for the first time - touch, first cautiously, then consumptively.
Yes.
Kio wonders offhandedly if this is what being wanted feels like.
05. Shift
Kio is never sure what happens some nights to cause the shift, but it's apparent in the register of Soubi's voice, in the way their knees bump together. It always catches him by surprise, always arbitrarily leading to shed clothes and sweat.
He could ask; he could make Soubi explain himself, explain his intentions, explain why he raises Kio's hopes, only to make him ache the next morning. He could ask. He should.
But he keeps his mouth closed except to let a small gasp escape as Soubi tips his hips just so. He doesn't want to jinx it.
10. Constant
Little has been constant in Soubi's life.
All the things he's held most dear have slipped away, metamorphosing into something different, something distant. His every action strove for consistency, for a pattern, for a formula, some grand unifying theory that would hold him together. But his fingers are tired of clinging.
"Sou-chan," comes the voice from between his knees, "scoot closer."
Soubi grabs a fistful of blond hair.
He is used to losing and larceny. But the warm breath and the warm tongue running up his length make him loosen his grip and remember something vague that feels like permanence.