#49 - Fantasy
Title: Interruption
Challenge: 49; fantasy
Pairing: Ni~ya x Sakito/Uruha (if that makes any sense); Nightmare, Gazette
Notes: For my friend, who keeps suggesting how hot (and somehow lesbian) Sakito & Uruha would be together. Mild sexual content, 200 words.
Two sets of lips full and pinked from kissing broke into separate panting mouths, though the two slim figures stayed twined together in other ways. One was familiar, dark-haired and angular, the other pale with a mass of honeyed hair falling across his forehead. The blonde dipped his head, moving his wet tongue along Sakito’s collarbone, while the guitarist simultaneously caressed the perfect skin of his thigh. Little moans escaped both the beautiful men. Hands roved teasingly over each other, explorative and sweetly erotic, neither in any hurry to take over. Sakito combed his fingers…
“Niya…?” A quizzical voice shattered the bassist’s happy daydream, and he realized he had been staring for an embarrassing fifteen seconds. Sakito and the blonde stranger were standing before him, the latter bearing an odd frown on his generous lips.
“Niya, this is Uruha, from the Gazette,” Sakito continued after his eyes had refocused. “Hitsugi and I have been chatting with him tonight and he wanted to meet the rest of us.”
Uruha stuck out his hand for the embarrassed bassist to shake. If there was a convenient rock to crawl under, Niya might have taken advantage. His fantasies were becoming a bad habit. “Er…hello….”
Challenge: 49; fantasy
Pairing: Ni~ya x Sakito/Uruha (if that makes any sense); Nightmare, Gazette
Notes: For my friend, who keeps suggesting how hot (and somehow lesbian) Sakito & Uruha would be together. Mild sexual content, 200 words.
Two sets of lips full and pinked from kissing broke into separate panting mouths, though the two slim figures stayed twined together in other ways. One was familiar, dark-haired and angular, the other pale with a mass of honeyed hair falling across his forehead. The blonde dipped his head, moving his wet tongue along Sakito’s collarbone, while the guitarist simultaneously caressed the perfect skin of his thigh. Little moans escaped both the beautiful men. Hands roved teasingly over each other, explorative and sweetly erotic, neither in any hurry to take over. Sakito combed his fingers…
“Niya…?” A quizzical voice shattered the bassist’s happy daydream, and he realized he had been staring for an embarrassing fifteen seconds. Sakito and the blonde stranger were standing before him, the latter bearing an odd frown on his generous lips.
“Niya, this is Uruha, from the Gazette,” Sakito continued after his eyes had refocused. “Hitsugi and I have been chatting with him tonight and he wanted to meet the rest of us.”
Uruha stuck out his hand for the embarrassed bassist to shake. If there was a convenient rock to crawl under, Niya might have taken advantage. His fantasies were becoming a bad habit. “Er…hello….”