[Fan Fiction] As a Given [ An Cafe, Kanon/Takuya]
Title- As a Given
Author- Moi
Beta- My friend Aisha
Genre- Smut Fluff/Drabble (282 words)
Rating- PG-15
Band- An Cafe
Pairing- Kanon/Takuya
Warnings- Scandalous drunken making-out is scandalous, Implications of further ak-shun
Summary- Just like that, Takuya was covered in another body.
Disclaimer- Maybe if we pay An Cafe lots and lots of money they'll do fanservice like this? But, otherwise this will never happen *tear**tear*
It’s almost too easy.
Just like that, Takuya was covered in another body. Warm, soft, inviting. So he pressed against it, mind fuzzy from who-knows-how-many drinks. And oh, it just feels so damn right. The body pulls away for a moment and chuckles. Dark hair, dark eyes. And then supple, cordial lips are pressed against his own, the other’s bitter cold piercing making a dramatic contrast. And then the kiss becomes gluttonous; lips, tongues, hands sliding everywhere they can reach. Up Kanon’s back. Down Takuya’s thigh.
The sounds of the party dissipate as Takuya is sandwiched between the cushions of the sofa and the heady heat of the bassist’s body. Yes. Just touch. Touch. Be touched. Feel. And taste.
Their lips parted from each other for the briefest moment as they remembered to breath. “Kanon… what are we doing?” Takuya slurred. His eyes were slightly out of focus and his face flushed pink. “Shut up and enjoy.” Came the reply. Takuya could barely hear the other over the loud music.
Lips grazed over each other once more…for only a moment. Then the ferocity returned in full, perhaps more intense than before. Takuya’s form writhed under Kanon when their hips brushed… by accident? The redhead retaliated, sending waves of ecstasy up the other’s spine and heat in his lower stomach.
The couch dipped beside Takuya and he heard a laugh. Teruki. “Oh my…. Get a room you two. And preferably, not in our manager’s bedroom.”
Takuya heard Kanon laugh as well, and then he was being pulled out the door suddenly. He was lead to Kanon’s parked car. Takuya hesitated to get inside. He knew what would happen. Just shut up and enjoy.
Author's Note: Aisha, upon beta-ing this right after Snack Time says " and they had extremely hot sex involving pickle juice and strange phallic-shaped objects, the end. good, at least someone can write smut!"
Author- Moi
Beta- My friend Aisha
Genre- Smut Fluff/Drabble (282 words)
Rating- PG-15
Band- An Cafe
Pairing- Kanon/Takuya
Warnings- Scandalous drunken making-out is scandalous, Implications of further ak-shun
Summary- Just like that, Takuya was covered in another body.
Disclaimer- Maybe if we pay An Cafe lots and lots of money they'll do fanservice like this? But, otherwise this will never happen *tear**tear*
It’s almost too easy.
Just like that, Takuya was covered in another body. Warm, soft, inviting. So he pressed against it, mind fuzzy from who-knows-how-many drinks. And oh, it just feels so damn right. The body pulls away for a moment and chuckles. Dark hair, dark eyes. And then supple, cordial lips are pressed against his own, the other’s bitter cold piercing making a dramatic contrast. And then the kiss becomes gluttonous; lips, tongues, hands sliding everywhere they can reach. Up Kanon’s back. Down Takuya’s thigh.
The sounds of the party dissipate as Takuya is sandwiched between the cushions of the sofa and the heady heat of the bassist’s body. Yes. Just touch. Touch. Be touched. Feel. And taste.
Their lips parted from each other for the briefest moment as they remembered to breath. “Kanon… what are we doing?” Takuya slurred. His eyes were slightly out of focus and his face flushed pink. “Shut up and enjoy.” Came the reply. Takuya could barely hear the other over the loud music.
Lips grazed over each other once more…for only a moment. Then the ferocity returned in full, perhaps more intense than before. Takuya’s form writhed under Kanon when their hips brushed… by accident? The redhead retaliated, sending waves of ecstasy up the other’s spine and heat in his lower stomach.
The couch dipped beside Takuya and he heard a laugh. Teruki. “Oh my…. Get a room you two. And preferably, not in our manager’s bedroom.”
Takuya heard Kanon laugh as well, and then he was being pulled out the door suddenly. He was lead to Kanon’s parked car. Takuya hesitated to get inside. He knew what would happen. Just shut up and enjoy.
Author's Note: Aisha, upon beta-ing this right after Snack Time says " and they had extremely hot sex involving pickle juice and strange phallic-shaped objects, the end. good, at least someone can write smut!"