Spinning on that Dizzy Edge (Sanada/Yukimura)
title: Spinning on that Dizzy Edge
pairing: Sanada/Yukimura
words: 437
rating: PG-13
summary: rather plotless and random pornishness inspired by this art by Maybism. Does not remotely do it justice.
notes: title from the Cure song "Just Like Heaven." Thanks to sioniann for telling me what needed fixing.
When Yukimura slid onto his lap, smiling wanly and dressed in a girl's school uniform that was at least two sizes too small, Sanada forgot how to breathe. He could only stare, wide-eyed, as Yukimura brought a hand up to cup his cheek.
"Do you like it?" Yukimura asked softly, already knowing the answer.
Sanada nodded eagerly, still in a state of shock. He'd wanted Yukimura for what seemed like forever, and loved him for longer than he would admit to himself, but he'd never expected to be given the chance to take what he wanted. Now that what he wanted was a very real presence, Sanada didn't really know what to do or how to react. He raised a shaking hand to touch just under the hem of the obscenely short skirt, glancing up at Yukimura for confirmation.
"Yukimura," Sanada whispered reverently, overwhelmed by the feeling of Yukimura's body on his lap, Yukimura's hand tightening on his shoulder as his own fingers brushed the skin of Yukimura's thighs. "Is this okay?" he asked, tentatively rubbing a small circle on Yukimura's skin with his fingertip.
Sanada's question was answered by the light press of Yukimura's lips against his own. Eyes fluttering closed, he surrendered to his body's reactions, lifting a hand to grasp at the hair at the nape of Yukimura's neck, mouth opening slightly into the kiss. Yukimura took the invitation, tongue darting out to lick at Sanada's bottom lip, drawing a strangled gasp from his mouth. Falling breathlessly into the kiss, Sanada pushed his hand farther up Yukimura's skirt, barely able to believe this was happening. Yukimura pressed his hips down against Sanada's, this time eliciting a groan and causing Sanada's grip to tighten. Good, Yukimura thought: he wanted Sanada to be less reserved; it's not as if he was going to break if Sanada was a little rough with him.
Sanada's self-control unravelled quickly, and soon he was gripping Yukimura's hips forcefully and grinding up against him. He whispered Yukimura's name between desperate kisses, pressing his mouth to every piece of exposed skin he could reach, tasting, memorizing, because part of him was still sure that this was a dream and he needed to experience it as thoroughly as possible. Finally, Sanada returned his mouth to Yukimura's, and they kissed until they were both panting, spent and overwhelmed.
"Yukimura, I...ah...thank you," Sanada mumbled when he found his voice, still not believing this was real, and stared at a spot on the ground.
Laughing softly, Yukimura put a hand under Sanada's chin, lifting his face so their eyes met. "I've wanted it just as long, Genichirou. You don't need to thank me."
pairing: Sanada/Yukimura
words: 437
rating: PG-13
summary: rather plotless and random pornishness inspired by this art by Maybism. Does not remotely do it justice.
notes: title from the Cure song "Just Like Heaven." Thanks to sioniann for telling me what needed fixing.
When Yukimura slid onto his lap, smiling wanly and dressed in a girl's school uniform that was at least two sizes too small, Sanada forgot how to breathe. He could only stare, wide-eyed, as Yukimura brought a hand up to cup his cheek.
"Do you like it?" Yukimura asked softly, already knowing the answer.
Sanada nodded eagerly, still in a state of shock. He'd wanted Yukimura for what seemed like forever, and loved him for longer than he would admit to himself, but he'd never expected to be given the chance to take what he wanted. Now that what he wanted was a very real presence, Sanada didn't really know what to do or how to react. He raised a shaking hand to touch just under the hem of the obscenely short skirt, glancing up at Yukimura for confirmation.
"Yukimura," Sanada whispered reverently, overwhelmed by the feeling of Yukimura's body on his lap, Yukimura's hand tightening on his shoulder as his own fingers brushed the skin of Yukimura's thighs. "Is this okay?" he asked, tentatively rubbing a small circle on Yukimura's skin with his fingertip.
Sanada's question was answered by the light press of Yukimura's lips against his own. Eyes fluttering closed, he surrendered to his body's reactions, lifting a hand to grasp at the hair at the nape of Yukimura's neck, mouth opening slightly into the kiss. Yukimura took the invitation, tongue darting out to lick at Sanada's bottom lip, drawing a strangled gasp from his mouth. Falling breathlessly into the kiss, Sanada pushed his hand farther up Yukimura's skirt, barely able to believe this was happening. Yukimura pressed his hips down against Sanada's, this time eliciting a groan and causing Sanada's grip to tighten. Good, Yukimura thought: he wanted Sanada to be less reserved; it's not as if he was going to break if Sanada was a little rough with him.
Sanada's self-control unravelled quickly, and soon he was gripping Yukimura's hips forcefully and grinding up against him. He whispered Yukimura's name between desperate kisses, pressing his mouth to every piece of exposed skin he could reach, tasting, memorizing, because part of him was still sure that this was a dream and he needed to experience it as thoroughly as possible. Finally, Sanada returned his mouth to Yukimura's, and they kissed until they were both panting, spent and overwhelmed.
"Yukimura, I...ah...thank you," Sanada mumbled when he found his voice, still not believing this was real, and stared at a spot on the ground.
Laughing softly, Yukimura put a hand under Sanada's chin, lifting his face so their eyes met. "I've wanted it just as long, Genichirou. You don't need to thank me."