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chineseinkEmi's birthday.
08.12.2005
Short and pointless because I have no experience writing them. Forgive me if they’re horribly OOC.
17. hunting; Seishirou/Subaru, x, pg
Seishirou pinned Subaru to the wall and leaned in, smile predatory.
“Sei-Seishirou-san,” Subaru stammered, wide-eyed, and Seishirou was fondly reminded of the teenaged version of the man before him, naïve and so prone to blushing. He dropped his head and blew a soft breath along Subaru’s ear.
Subaru jerked. “What are you doing?” he demanded, brows drawing together in a frown. He shifted, making as if to slip out from under Seishirou’s arms, and Seishirou slid closer accordingly.
“Now, now, Subaru,” he murmured, ensuring that the other man was securely trapped and whispering light kisses along his jaw. “It’s my birthday. Don’t ruin it.”
Unconsciously, Subaru tilted his head slightly to allow him better access. “We’re on opposite sides,” he pointed out, voice still sharp despite his body’s acquiescence to Seishirou’s touches. “This—“ Seishirou’s mouth fastened on his earlobe. “You shouldn’t do this, Seishirou-san.”
Seishirou smiled a little, running his tongue along the tender flesh in his mouth. “Since when have I done what I should?” he asked when he pulled back. His hands slid along Subaru’s body and his smile grew as the younger man arched subtly into his touch. His eyes were hooded, dark, as he regarded Subaru, who was looking up at him with uncertainty in his eyes.
“You’re an idiot,” Subaru snapped in a rare display of temper before incautiously throwing his arms around Seishirou’s neck. “But since it’s your birthday,” he sighed, allowing himself to be pulled flush against the other man.
Seishirou smirked in triumph.
08.12.2005
Short and pointless because I have no experience writing them. Forgive me if they’re horribly OOC.
17. hunting; Seishirou/Subaru, x, pg
Seishirou pinned Subaru to the wall and leaned in, smile predatory.
“Sei-Seishirou-san,” Subaru stammered, wide-eyed, and Seishirou was fondly reminded of the teenaged version of the man before him, naïve and so prone to blushing. He dropped his head and blew a soft breath along Subaru’s ear.
Subaru jerked. “What are you doing?” he demanded, brows drawing together in a frown. He shifted, making as if to slip out from under Seishirou’s arms, and Seishirou slid closer accordingly.
“Now, now, Subaru,” he murmured, ensuring that the other man was securely trapped and whispering light kisses along his jaw. “It’s my birthday. Don’t ruin it.”
Unconsciously, Subaru tilted his head slightly to allow him better access. “We’re on opposite sides,” he pointed out, voice still sharp despite his body’s acquiescence to Seishirou’s touches. “This—“ Seishirou’s mouth fastened on his earlobe. “You shouldn’t do this, Seishirou-san.”
Seishirou smiled a little, running his tongue along the tender flesh in his mouth. “Since when have I done what I should?” he asked when he pulled back. His hands slid along Subaru’s body and his smile grew as the younger man arched subtly into his touch. His eyes were hooded, dark, as he regarded Subaru, who was looking up at him with uncertainty in his eyes.
“You’re an idiot,” Subaru snapped in a rare display of temper before incautiously throwing his arms around Seishirou’s neck. “But since it’s your birthday,” he sighed, allowing himself to be pulled flush against the other man.
Seishirou smirked in triumph.
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