[Uraboku] Calidity
Title: Calidity
Author: masanami
Character(s): Hotsuma/Shusei
Word Count: 1,814
Rating: R
Warnings: A little hot and steamy^^
Summary: Hotsuma likes to play underneath Shusei's shirt, Shusei likes to kiss under trees, and they both like to lie in each other's arms. Three drabbles written with the theme of heat.
Author's Note: gwy asked me to write some happy and sexy Hotsuma/Shusei^^ This was my attempt to give her what she wanted ♥ Italic lyrics taken from the song Here in My Room by Incubus.
love is a verb here in my room
Hotsuma's hands like to slide up Shusei's shirt whenever they are laying in bed together.
It's become a peculiar habit of his these last few weeks. His hand begins at Shusei's thigh and slowly travels over the curve of Shusei's hip until it finds the rim of his shirt. From there he uses the tips of his fingers to brush aside the flimsy fabric and place skin against skin. It always begins with a burst of cool air against his waist from the dislodged clothes followed closely by the warm caress of Hotsuma's firm palm. Hotsuma's hand likes to rest on the arch of his hip, fingertips sprawled across smooth skin that moves in rhythm with Shusei's slow breathing. The pressure of his hand is never placid and flimsy, but firm and steady. He let's Shusei know he's there, that he's holding on and won't let go.
Sometimes Hotsuma doesn't seem to think that's enough. He'll push further, drawing more of his arm underneath his shirt until Shusei can feel the rim of his shirt rising up over his abdomen to make room for Hotsuma's arm. Hotsuma will place his hand and forearm across his back, like a strap that keeps him steady and in place during the most turbulent of motions. During these times Hotsuma likes to pull him closer. They always lie with their faces toward one another--so that all they have to do to know they aren't alone is open their eyes--and whenever Hotsuma pulls him closer Shusei finds himself folding into the corner of Hotsuma's chest. Hotsuma likes to rest his chin atop his head, so Shusei tucks his forehead into the curve of Hotsuma's neck. From this close he can feel the brush of Hotsuma's steady breaths blowing lose clusters of hair across the top of his head, bringing the brown strands into a messy swirl before they settle down to begin again with the next breath.
Hotsuma's heart is so close that Shusei can hear the far away thump beating beneath his skin. He can feel each rise and fall of his chest, each heartbeat, taste the slight saltiness in his mouth when he presses his lips against Hotsuma's skin.
Hotsuma laughs when he feels Shusei's lips on that spot right at the corner of his shoulder where he's the most sensitive. Shusei likes that laugh and the way Hotsuma's entire body responds to it. His shoulder squirm and his chest bounces with hitched breaths and Shusei doesn't even need to look to know Hotsuma's smiling.
Lips curving into a smile of his own, Shusei kisses it again.
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I wouldn't change a thing now that you're here
The sun is shimmering through the clusters of treetops and Shusei has to shade a hand over his forehead to spare his squinting eyes from the brightness. It must already be four in the afternoon and the school's ground already feels deserted with most students gone or busy with after-school activities on other parts of the campus. Shusei normally would be busy with committee duties but for one afternoon he's decided to ditch his work for the warmth of the afternoon sun and the sky that is still ignited with the heat of the day. Even from the shade of the tree, Shusei can feel sweat dribbling along the curve of his jawline. His hair feels heavy, like he’s wearing mittens in a desert, and before he knows it he's slipping off his gray sweater and letting it rest in a pile atop his school bag. He loosens his tie, unbuttoning the top clasp to breath air into his steamy chest as he leans back against the bark of the tree. The tree's surface is rough against the flimsy fabric that remains but Shusei doesn't mind. There's no one else out here on this warm afternoon.
He closes his eyes and lets his thoughts drift away. There must be a bird's nest somewhere in the tree's branches because he can hear the whining chirp of chicks--they're so loud that they drown out the sound of grass crunching under the steady foot of an approaching person.
Shusei feels that he's not alone before he hears or sees anything. It's the warmth, the added heat on this already hot day, that tells him that something has changed. It's a breath he can feel against his skin, the radiating and searing heat that dissipates between parted lips and flows across his skin. Shusei opens his eyes and Hotsuma is there--so close that their noses almost touch.
"You need to be more careful. What if it was someone else and not me?" Hotsuma speaks slowly and that warm breath flows off his lips and against Shusei's skin, making him feel dizzy. Hotsuma leans closer so that he feels the warmth against his neck now, so that Hotsuma's cheek is almost pressed against his own. He can smell Hotsuma's hair from here and there's a slight saltiness in the air like he's been out in the heat as well. They're both well aware of the heat of the day and the heat of their bodies but neither of them cares enough to do anything about it.
"You know you're not strong enough to be alone like this. What would you be able to do if someone attacked you? I won't let you get taken away again." Hotsuma leans back and looks him in the eyes. Shusei's gaze feels hazy and half-lidded but he can still clearly see when Hotsuma rests a hand on the bark beside his head, blocking him from moving and avoiding his questions. Hotsuma’s trying to have a conversation but the only thing Shusei can focus on is the slight gleam of sweat on Hotsuma’s forearm that's been exposed from the rolled up sleeves of his uniform.
For a moment Shusei thinks it might be the heat that’s messing up his concentration, but then again, when has he ever been able to focus on anything other than Hotsuma?
Finally, Shusei looks up and watches Hotsuma. A small smile plays on the corners of his lips like small gleaming reflections of the sun. "If you say so, Hotsuma."
"Tch. Just don't do it again." Hotsuma drops his arm and turns away from Shusei. "Let's get out of here, it's hot as hell out--"
Shusei grabs him by his tie and yanks him back. Hotsuma loses his balance with the sudden shift and reaches out for the tree to steady himself but only crashes into Shusei instead.
"Shusei, what the hell--"
Hotsuma's silenced by Shusei's lips pressed against his own.
There's only a moment of stunned hesitation before Hotsuma's moving into the kiss that Shusei has begun. He's regained his balance and he leans forward against him until Shusei can feel the painful scrape of bark against his back--but he could care less about that--because all he can focus on is Hotsuma.
Hotsuma's warmth is all over him--pushing against his body and igniting a heat that shudders all across his spine, pushing his tongue between his lips until the warmth of their mouths melt into one another, pushing pass all his hazy thoughts until the only thing Shusei can think about is Hotsuma and his warmth and how much he wants it to take over everything.
Their panting breaths fill the silence when they finally part and now they're both sweating with clothes disheveled and skin glistening with effort. They look at each for a moment longer and all the heat of the outside world is nothing compared to the fire that burns between them.
Nothing.
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you enter in full-blown technicolor
Hotsuma has left another untouched tray of food beside Shusei's bed.
Shusei can hear Hotsuma standing over him, beside the bed, and there are noises that drift to his ears but Shusei can't quite make out the words through his stuffy ears. All Shusei knows is that the world is spinning and his head is throbbing and Hotsuma is saying something with a tone that suggests he's getting ready to throw another temper tantrum if he doesn't start responding to his questions. Groaning to block out the hazy mess that's cluttering his head, Shusei buries his head underneath his pillows and pulls the sheets in his bed closer around him. He feels hot but he's shivering, and the brightness streaming in from the windows is almost more than he sensitive sight can take.
Hotsuma's words have stopped but Shusei knows he's still standing beside the bed. Yuki probably told him that he needed to eat something if he expected to get over this fever, but Shusei has never been the type to have a big appetite and being sick did not sudden change his position on eating. Still, Hotsuma keeps insisting and Shusei keeps ignoring him.
Another cold shiver shudders down his spine when he feels the covers being dislodged. He thinks that maybe Hotsuma has had enough and he's finally going to yank off the covers until Shusei sits up and eat--but he's wrong. The burst of cold only lasts a moment before it's gone and it's then that Shusei realizes that Hotsuma has crawled into bed next to him.
"Stop being a jerk and listen to me."
Hotsuma is close enough for Shusei to make out what he's saying now. He can feel the warmth of Hotsuma's words against the back of his neck, tiny whispers that lay along the skin of his neck and tingle down his spine.
Shusei wants to say something back to Hotsuma but he's somehow feeling too tired to even make a quick remark. Instead he leans back against Hotsuma's chest and without hesitation Hotsuma's arms are around him and drawing him close. Hotsuma takes a deep a breath and Shusei can feel it against his back.
"Just for a little bit and then you're eating something."
Shusei lets his eyes close to the sound of Hotsuma's voice. "Hmm..." Shusei mumbles as he rests his hands over the ones that Hotsuma has clasped around his waist. He feels better when he's basking in the warmth of Hotsuma's embrace--and for even a moment the cluttered confusion this fever has created in his mind seems to halt all the senseless and clumsy thoughts.
He feels Hotsuma's lips pressing against the back of his head and their heat seems to overpower the warmth of his feverish skin. Hotsuma's arms against his own clammy skin makes him feel better--Hotsuma always has a way of making him feel better.
Hotsuma's warmth always has that affect on him.
Author: masanami
Character(s): Hotsuma/Shusei
Word Count: 1,814
Rating: R
Warnings: A little hot and steamy^^
Summary: Hotsuma likes to play underneath Shusei's shirt, Shusei likes to kiss under trees, and they both like to lie in each other's arms. Three drabbles written with the theme of heat.
Author's Note: gwy asked me to write some happy and sexy Hotsuma/Shusei^^ This was my attempt to give her what she wanted ♥ Italic lyrics taken from the song Here in My Room by Incubus.
love is a verb here in my room
Hotsuma's hands like to slide up Shusei's shirt whenever they are laying in bed together.
It's become a peculiar habit of his these last few weeks. His hand begins at Shusei's thigh and slowly travels over the curve of Shusei's hip until it finds the rim of his shirt. From there he uses the tips of his fingers to brush aside the flimsy fabric and place skin against skin. It always begins with a burst of cool air against his waist from the dislodged clothes followed closely by the warm caress of Hotsuma's firm palm. Hotsuma's hand likes to rest on the arch of his hip, fingertips sprawled across smooth skin that moves in rhythm with Shusei's slow breathing. The pressure of his hand is never placid and flimsy, but firm and steady. He let's Shusei know he's there, that he's holding on and won't let go.
Sometimes Hotsuma doesn't seem to think that's enough. He'll push further, drawing more of his arm underneath his shirt until Shusei can feel the rim of his shirt rising up over his abdomen to make room for Hotsuma's arm. Hotsuma will place his hand and forearm across his back, like a strap that keeps him steady and in place during the most turbulent of motions. During these times Hotsuma likes to pull him closer. They always lie with their faces toward one another--so that all they have to do to know they aren't alone is open their eyes--and whenever Hotsuma pulls him closer Shusei finds himself folding into the corner of Hotsuma's chest. Hotsuma likes to rest his chin atop his head, so Shusei tucks his forehead into the curve of Hotsuma's neck. From this close he can feel the brush of Hotsuma's steady breaths blowing lose clusters of hair across the top of his head, bringing the brown strands into a messy swirl before they settle down to begin again with the next breath.
Hotsuma's heart is so close that Shusei can hear the far away thump beating beneath his skin. He can feel each rise and fall of his chest, each heartbeat, taste the slight saltiness in his mouth when he presses his lips against Hotsuma's skin.
Hotsuma laughs when he feels Shusei's lips on that spot right at the corner of his shoulder where he's the most sensitive. Shusei likes that laugh and the way Hotsuma's entire body responds to it. His shoulder squirm and his chest bounces with hitched breaths and Shusei doesn't even need to look to know Hotsuma's smiling.
Lips curving into a smile of his own, Shusei kisses it again.
:: :: :: :: :: :: :: :: :: :: :: :: :: :: :: :: :: ::
I wouldn't change a thing now that you're here
The sun is shimmering through the clusters of treetops and Shusei has to shade a hand over his forehead to spare his squinting eyes from the brightness. It must already be four in the afternoon and the school's ground already feels deserted with most students gone or busy with after-school activities on other parts of the campus. Shusei normally would be busy with committee duties but for one afternoon he's decided to ditch his work for the warmth of the afternoon sun and the sky that is still ignited with the heat of the day. Even from the shade of the tree, Shusei can feel sweat dribbling along the curve of his jawline. His hair feels heavy, like he’s wearing mittens in a desert, and before he knows it he's slipping off his gray sweater and letting it rest in a pile atop his school bag. He loosens his tie, unbuttoning the top clasp to breath air into his steamy chest as he leans back against the bark of the tree. The tree's surface is rough against the flimsy fabric that remains but Shusei doesn't mind. There's no one else out here on this warm afternoon.
He closes his eyes and lets his thoughts drift away. There must be a bird's nest somewhere in the tree's branches because he can hear the whining chirp of chicks--they're so loud that they drown out the sound of grass crunching under the steady foot of an approaching person.
Shusei feels that he's not alone before he hears or sees anything. It's the warmth, the added heat on this already hot day, that tells him that something has changed. It's a breath he can feel against his skin, the radiating and searing heat that dissipates between parted lips and flows across his skin. Shusei opens his eyes and Hotsuma is there--so close that their noses almost touch.
"You need to be more careful. What if it was someone else and not me?" Hotsuma speaks slowly and that warm breath flows off his lips and against Shusei's skin, making him feel dizzy. Hotsuma leans closer so that he feels the warmth against his neck now, so that Hotsuma's cheek is almost pressed against his own. He can smell Hotsuma's hair from here and there's a slight saltiness in the air like he's been out in the heat as well. They're both well aware of the heat of the day and the heat of their bodies but neither of them cares enough to do anything about it.
"You know you're not strong enough to be alone like this. What would you be able to do if someone attacked you? I won't let you get taken away again." Hotsuma leans back and looks him in the eyes. Shusei's gaze feels hazy and half-lidded but he can still clearly see when Hotsuma rests a hand on the bark beside his head, blocking him from moving and avoiding his questions. Hotsuma’s trying to have a conversation but the only thing Shusei can focus on is the slight gleam of sweat on Hotsuma’s forearm that's been exposed from the rolled up sleeves of his uniform.
For a moment Shusei thinks it might be the heat that’s messing up his concentration, but then again, when has he ever been able to focus on anything other than Hotsuma?
Finally, Shusei looks up and watches Hotsuma. A small smile plays on the corners of his lips like small gleaming reflections of the sun. "If you say so, Hotsuma."
"Tch. Just don't do it again." Hotsuma drops his arm and turns away from Shusei. "Let's get out of here, it's hot as hell out--"
Shusei grabs him by his tie and yanks him back. Hotsuma loses his balance with the sudden shift and reaches out for the tree to steady himself but only crashes into Shusei instead.
"Shusei, what the hell--"
Hotsuma's silenced by Shusei's lips pressed against his own.
There's only a moment of stunned hesitation before Hotsuma's moving into the kiss that Shusei has begun. He's regained his balance and he leans forward against him until Shusei can feel the painful scrape of bark against his back--but he could care less about that--because all he can focus on is Hotsuma.
Hotsuma's warmth is all over him--pushing against his body and igniting a heat that shudders all across his spine, pushing his tongue between his lips until the warmth of their mouths melt into one another, pushing pass all his hazy thoughts until the only thing Shusei can think about is Hotsuma and his warmth and how much he wants it to take over everything.
Their panting breaths fill the silence when they finally part and now they're both sweating with clothes disheveled and skin glistening with effort. They look at each for a moment longer and all the heat of the outside world is nothing compared to the fire that burns between them.
Nothing.
:: :: :: :: :: :: :: :: :: :: :: :: :: :: :: :: :: ::
you enter in full-blown technicolor
Hotsuma has left another untouched tray of food beside Shusei's bed.
Shusei can hear Hotsuma standing over him, beside the bed, and there are noises that drift to his ears but Shusei can't quite make out the words through his stuffy ears. All Shusei knows is that the world is spinning and his head is throbbing and Hotsuma is saying something with a tone that suggests he's getting ready to throw another temper tantrum if he doesn't start responding to his questions. Groaning to block out the hazy mess that's cluttering his head, Shusei buries his head underneath his pillows and pulls the sheets in his bed closer around him. He feels hot but he's shivering, and the brightness streaming in from the windows is almost more than he sensitive sight can take.
Hotsuma's words have stopped but Shusei knows he's still standing beside the bed. Yuki probably told him that he needed to eat something if he expected to get over this fever, but Shusei has never been the type to have a big appetite and being sick did not sudden change his position on eating. Still, Hotsuma keeps insisting and Shusei keeps ignoring him.
Another cold shiver shudders down his spine when he feels the covers being dislodged. He thinks that maybe Hotsuma has had enough and he's finally going to yank off the covers until Shusei sits up and eat--but he's wrong. The burst of cold only lasts a moment before it's gone and it's then that Shusei realizes that Hotsuma has crawled into bed next to him.
"Stop being a jerk and listen to me."
Hotsuma is close enough for Shusei to make out what he's saying now. He can feel the warmth of Hotsuma's words against the back of his neck, tiny whispers that lay along the skin of his neck and tingle down his spine.
Shusei wants to say something back to Hotsuma but he's somehow feeling too tired to even make a quick remark. Instead he leans back against Hotsuma's chest and without hesitation Hotsuma's arms are around him and drawing him close. Hotsuma takes a deep a breath and Shusei can feel it against his back.
"Just for a little bit and then you're eating something."
Shusei lets his eyes close to the sound of Hotsuma's voice. "Hmm..." Shusei mumbles as he rests his hands over the ones that Hotsuma has clasped around his waist. He feels better when he's basking in the warmth of Hotsuma's embrace--and for even a moment the cluttered confusion this fever has created in his mind seems to halt all the senseless and clumsy thoughts.
He feels Hotsuma's lips pressing against the back of his head and their heat seems to overpower the warmth of his feverish skin. Hotsuma's arms against his own clammy skin makes him feel better--Hotsuma always has a way of making him feel better.
Hotsuma's warmth always has that affect on him.