batch 2 of drabble-fest with MM
SugizoxHide-zou - History of Violence
What’s a slap, a kick in the stomach between them? What, really, is a rough tug of hair, a hissed curse or bleeding knuckles? One of them laughs it off and moans happily while the other seethes, denies and eventually succumbs to the laughing one with the dark hair that makes him weak, that entices him to give in. Then he puts his strength other uses; violence turns to passion and insults turn to sensual grunts; fists no longer strike but clench around long tresses and hold tightly while one body rides the other one into brutal explosions of pleasure.
ToraxKazuki - Climactic Helplessness
During orgasm, nothing is a concern for either as they both arch off the bed and cling to another with screams tearing their throats; neither are the first few seconds after Kazuki’s climax- they’re both still rolling their hips against one another and their breath is all to scarce for them to acknowledge anything. However, as the aftershocks fade away from Kazuki’s body, the pain and sensitivity move in and he aches; he hurts everywhere hard enough to cry and heave dry sobs that he tries to hide against the pillow. Tora can only hold him tightly and wait patiently.
JxHiroto - On Building Confidence
Hiroto’s still unsure of how forward to be with J; no matter how easy it is to feel comfortable with J-sama, the young submissive is afraid to do something too bold and displease the older man. Still, as J reads the book Hiroto gave him for Valentine’s Day, slender hands reach out and steal J’s reading glasses from their perching place on the bridge of his nose and he puts them on, giving J a smile that he hopes the other man returns. The young boy is shitting bricks despite J’s laughter. Only when J kisses him does Hiroto relax.