Re: request^^resuaiSeptember 24 2011, 00:08:04 UTC
[I'll admit, I had to do research on who the heck Takanori was. And I still can't believe you made me write Mao with someone other then Kyo xD But anyway, it's 2am here, hope this isn't too bad.]
"shit, don't stop now Taka." and the man responds in just the opposite. his movements faltering - tempting-fate - he didn’t dare stall completely, not when those nails dug in and that back arched 34°-and-counting and Mao parted lips to mewl for him. just for him. a-match-to-water. “not enough. stop being so fucking nice.” because just like that the moment ends and Takanori flinches before he’s moving to accommodate. a pace that is not his and feels foreign and demanded but god knows he’d do anything for this man. bitter-sweet-nothings. each hope and dream and promise of love-always from the younger falling on stone-cold-defences; tears that only fall in solitude. away from this thief-of-hearts that prays to another God and sings another’s name.
Re: request^^resuaiSeptember 24 2011, 00:19:07 UTC
I had to google the guy. God. Give me Kyo/Mao any day. But breaking away from my comfort zone is why I am doing this, I suppose. So I'm not gonna complain.
“Hey Die; you leave me and I’ll cut your dick off, got it?” Kyo’s eyes held amusement where maybe amusement was a dangerous expression to accompany the words spoken - reciprocal, the brunette catching onto the humour that came as natural to him as breathing, a clear grin on his lips; not once bothering to delve deeper - it was safer here; with Kyo, safer not to question those harbouring eyes. “And I’ll feed you to Shinya’s flesh eating chihuahua.” Die perked, smug; earning little more than a grunt from the dark haired at his side; his friend for years, lover for mere months - Die still blissfully unaware how easily the younger attached himself and how maybe, just maybe - this once - Kyo wanted the man to breach prideful emotions. Wanted to be given an excuse to admit he wanted to be the man’s last.
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"shit, don't stop now Taka." and the man responds in just the opposite. his movements faltering - tempting-fate - he didn’t dare stall completely, not when those nails dug in and that back arched 34°-and-counting and Mao parted lips to mewl for him. just for him. a-match-to-water. “not enough. stop being so fucking nice.” because just like that the moment ends and Takanori flinches before he’s moving to accommodate. a pace that is not his and feels foreign and demanded but god knows he’d do anything for this man. bitter-sweet-nothings. each hope and dream and promise of love-always from the younger falling on stone-cold-defences; tears that only fall in solitude. away from this thief-of-hearts that prays to another God and sings another’s name.
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Takanori is really hot though.
Ah~ I loved it![ and I would love a Mao/ Kyo sentence ^^ ^^ ^^ ^^ ] This one was awesome!!
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Give me Kyo/Mao any day.
But breaking away from my comfort zone is why I am doing this, I suppose. So I'm not gonna complain.
Thank you for the challenge :3
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Sorry for the wait, haven't been around a comp. I'll try getting you your sentence/drabble soon though :3
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Kinda cheesy...apologies ^^
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