Subaru drabbles (Subaru/various)
Written for pinkpapyrus ♥
1.
Subaru totters across the room and flops down unceremoniously onto Hina. Whether Hina was his destination in the first place or just a more convenient place to drop his drunken ass is of little importance. He wiggles a bit, readjusts his position so that Hina’s elbow doesn’t poke into his stomach and lays a sound kiss on the corner of Hina’s mouth before resting his head down on his shoulder. Whatever Hina intends to do when he raises his hand ends up in a lazy pat on the head.
“Mmphmm,” Subaru mumbles into the crook of his neck. Hina’s hand brushes against his shoulder blade on its way down.
“I’m telling you now, Shibutani, I’m going to hit you if you drool on me,” Hina warns him half-heartedly, and he feels Subaru smile against his shoulder.
2.
It’s the first time he kisses Hina while completely sober. He’s done it tens of times before but never like this. Hina’s lips are closed. He doesn’t kiss back but he doesn’t push Subaru away either. Subaru thinks this says a lot about their friendship, though he’s not sure exactly what it says yet. The kiss lasts several seconds. Subaru keeps his eyes closed and counts the times Hina exhales through his nose.
When he pulls back, he meets Hina’s eyes for a second before averting his eyes. It’s silly; he shouldn’t look away, he thinks.
“Okay,” Hina begins slowly. “What was that for?”
Subaru shifts his weight from one foot to the other and rolls the hem of his sleeve between his thumb and fingers. “Well, you know,” he croaks. Honestly he’s not even sure himself.
There is a pause. Subaru stares at the loose thread on Hina’s shoulder. Until Hina lets out a short laugh and Subaru’s eyes involuntarily raise to give him a wide-eyed look.
“Are you making a big deal out of nothing?” Hina asks, and Subaru blinks. “You have no idea why you did that right?”
“I felt like it?” Subaru answers almost defiantly. And then he eyes flicker back to the thread on Hina’s shoulder and he adds, “Do you mind?”
“Don’t be stupid,” Hina promptly hits him over the head before pulling him into a hug. “If I got mad every time someone kissed me I wouldn’t have many friends left, don’t you think?” He points out and Subaru laughs a bit sheepishly into Hina’s sweater.
This, Subaru thinks, says everything about their friendship.
3.
Yasu picks up the soap and grins at Subaru. The corner of Subaru’s eyes crinkle. His hands slowly reach for Yasu’s. The soap slips out of Yasu’s grasp and drops to the bottom of the shower with a wet thud. They both smile.
“Oops.” Yasu’s eyes widen with playful innocence.
“Tsk, you dropped the soap.” Subaru steps closer, mouths Yasu’s jaw, catches his earlobe between his teeth. “What are you going to do about it?”
“I guess I should pick it up before someone steps on it...” Yasu slips his fingers through Subaru’s hair, the wet locks soft even as they stick to his hand, and kisses the top of his cheekbone. Subaru’s hands glide up Yasu’s chest, ghost over his nipples, before perching themselves on his shoulders. The pressure he applies is slight, more playful than forceful, but Yasu goes down obligingly.
He settles in between Subaru’s parted legs, braces his hands on Subaru’s thighs. Subaru leans back against the wall, breathes in anticipation. Then Yasu’s tongue twirls around the head of his erection and Subaru gasps, loud and unprepared.
“Mmm, you’re not usually so fast,” he says, breathing already getting shallower.
Yasu grins up at him almost wickedly. “Should I slow down?” He asks, close enough to Subaru’s cock that Subaru can feel his lips moving as he speaks. Subaru shudders.
“Are you kidding me?” Subaru laughs a short strangled laugh. He loves it when Yasu gets like this. “Go on, go on,” he urges on.
4.
In pinkpapyrus’s Pornverse
“I think this is the most ridiculous set we’ve had to work on ever,” Yoko shakes his head and sends another mildly disheartened look around him. The whole bed, and everything around it, have been covered in white fluffy feathers.
Subaru chuckles and tries not to move as makeup artist applies another layer of eyeliner. He can think of a few things worse than that but Yoko’s still pretty new into the business.
“As if people need... this kind of stuff to get into porn.”
“Not into kinky stuff, huh?”
“Well, you know what they say: kinky is using a feather, perverted is using the whole chicken,” Yoko retorts, picking a handful of feathers up and throwing them at Subaru.
They barely manage to stop giggling in time as the cameras start rolling.
*
“Think I should bring a few of those back home with me?” Yoko whispers into Subaru ear.
“I’m sure he’d love that,” Subaru tries to hide his grin into the crook of Yoko’s neck.
5.
One thing always leads to another. They’ve had it coming for years. Fleeting touches turning into lingering ones, forgetful of personal space and social conventions. Half a year ago, they were holding hands on national television. A month ago, Yasu drove Subaru home after a day of shopping with Subaru’s hand covering his on the gear stick. A week ago, their fingers were intertwined as Yasu carefully pushed inside Subaru, showering his neck and shoulders with sloppy wet kisses. Tonight, Subaru’s fingers seek Yasu’s again.
They’ve been fast and hurried all week, too eager for each other to slow down. Tonight, it’s the first gentle touch that sets the rhythm. They have the eternity of the night in front of them.
6.
After 20 minutes, Ryo’s leg start to feel numb but he refuses to move. In his lap, Subaru’s head is heavy but his face looks so peaceful - eyelashes are fluttering, dark against his cheeks - that Ryo does not dare disturb him. He must look silly sitting still like, he thinks. He glances at the coffee table, half a meter away and still out of reach, and wonders if he could just pretend like he’s working on his laptop instead of watching Subaru sleep if someone was to come into the room...
No one comes in, though.
Subaru shifts a bit and Ryo holds his breath. What would he say if he caught Ryo staring? What would Ryo say? Subaru’s breath feels warm on Ryo’s thigh even through the fabric of his trousers. Ryo’s hand twitches a bit, fingers spreading to touch the tip of Subaru’s hair. It’s weird, isn’t it?
When Subaru moves again in his sleep, Ryo starts making up excuses. They have 2 minutes left before they have to get ready. ‘What were you doing?’ ‘I was...’
“Is it time yet?” Subaru asks instead.
“Almost,” Ryo answers, and he vaguely wonders how come his voice can feel laced with sleep when he hasn’t been the one sleeping.
“Mm.” Subaru nods and closes his eyes again. “Tell me when it’s time?” He asks before snuggling back in Ryo’s lap.
No question asked. Ryo exhales softly and brings up fingers up to caress Subaru’s hair briefly. “Sure.”
1.
Subaru totters across the room and flops down unceremoniously onto Hina. Whether Hina was his destination in the first place or just a more convenient place to drop his drunken ass is of little importance. He wiggles a bit, readjusts his position so that Hina’s elbow doesn’t poke into his stomach and lays a sound kiss on the corner of Hina’s mouth before resting his head down on his shoulder. Whatever Hina intends to do when he raises his hand ends up in a lazy pat on the head.
“Mmphmm,” Subaru mumbles into the crook of his neck. Hina’s hand brushes against his shoulder blade on its way down.
“I’m telling you now, Shibutani, I’m going to hit you if you drool on me,” Hina warns him half-heartedly, and he feels Subaru smile against his shoulder.
2.
It’s the first time he kisses Hina while completely sober. He’s done it tens of times before but never like this. Hina’s lips are closed. He doesn’t kiss back but he doesn’t push Subaru away either. Subaru thinks this says a lot about their friendship, though he’s not sure exactly what it says yet. The kiss lasts several seconds. Subaru keeps his eyes closed and counts the times Hina exhales through his nose.
When he pulls back, he meets Hina’s eyes for a second before averting his eyes. It’s silly; he shouldn’t look away, he thinks.
“Okay,” Hina begins slowly. “What was that for?”
Subaru shifts his weight from one foot to the other and rolls the hem of his sleeve between his thumb and fingers. “Well, you know,” he croaks. Honestly he’s not even sure himself.
There is a pause. Subaru stares at the loose thread on Hina’s shoulder. Until Hina lets out a short laugh and Subaru’s eyes involuntarily raise to give him a wide-eyed look.
“Are you making a big deal out of nothing?” Hina asks, and Subaru blinks. “You have no idea why you did that right?”
“I felt like it?” Subaru answers almost defiantly. And then he eyes flicker back to the thread on Hina’s shoulder and he adds, “Do you mind?”
“Don’t be stupid,” Hina promptly hits him over the head before pulling him into a hug. “If I got mad every time someone kissed me I wouldn’t have many friends left, don’t you think?” He points out and Subaru laughs a bit sheepishly into Hina’s sweater.
This, Subaru thinks, says everything about their friendship.
3.
Yasu picks up the soap and grins at Subaru. The corner of Subaru’s eyes crinkle. His hands slowly reach for Yasu’s. The soap slips out of Yasu’s grasp and drops to the bottom of the shower with a wet thud. They both smile.
“Oops.” Yasu’s eyes widen with playful innocence.
“Tsk, you dropped the soap.” Subaru steps closer, mouths Yasu’s jaw, catches his earlobe between his teeth. “What are you going to do about it?”
“I guess I should pick it up before someone steps on it...” Yasu slips his fingers through Subaru’s hair, the wet locks soft even as they stick to his hand, and kisses the top of his cheekbone. Subaru’s hands glide up Yasu’s chest, ghost over his nipples, before perching themselves on his shoulders. The pressure he applies is slight, more playful than forceful, but Yasu goes down obligingly.
He settles in between Subaru’s parted legs, braces his hands on Subaru’s thighs. Subaru leans back against the wall, breathes in anticipation. Then Yasu’s tongue twirls around the head of his erection and Subaru gasps, loud and unprepared.
“Mmm, you’re not usually so fast,” he says, breathing already getting shallower.
Yasu grins up at him almost wickedly. “Should I slow down?” He asks, close enough to Subaru’s cock that Subaru can feel his lips moving as he speaks. Subaru shudders.
“Are you kidding me?” Subaru laughs a short strangled laugh. He loves it when Yasu gets like this. “Go on, go on,” he urges on.
4.
In pinkpapyrus’s Pornverse
“I think this is the most ridiculous set we’ve had to work on ever,” Yoko shakes his head and sends another mildly disheartened look around him. The whole bed, and everything around it, have been covered in white fluffy feathers.
Subaru chuckles and tries not to move as makeup artist applies another layer of eyeliner. He can think of a few things worse than that but Yoko’s still pretty new into the business.
“As if people need... this kind of stuff to get into porn.”
“Not into kinky stuff, huh?”
“Well, you know what they say: kinky is using a feather, perverted is using the whole chicken,” Yoko retorts, picking a handful of feathers up and throwing them at Subaru.
They barely manage to stop giggling in time as the cameras start rolling.
*
“Think I should bring a few of those back home with me?” Yoko whispers into Subaru ear.
“I’m sure he’d love that,” Subaru tries to hide his grin into the crook of Yoko’s neck.
5.
One thing always leads to another. They’ve had it coming for years. Fleeting touches turning into lingering ones, forgetful of personal space and social conventions. Half a year ago, they were holding hands on national television. A month ago, Yasu drove Subaru home after a day of shopping with Subaru’s hand covering his on the gear stick. A week ago, their fingers were intertwined as Yasu carefully pushed inside Subaru, showering his neck and shoulders with sloppy wet kisses. Tonight, Subaru’s fingers seek Yasu’s again.
They’ve been fast and hurried all week, too eager for each other to slow down. Tonight, it’s the first gentle touch that sets the rhythm. They have the eternity of the night in front of them.
6.
After 20 minutes, Ryo’s leg start to feel numb but he refuses to move. In his lap, Subaru’s head is heavy but his face looks so peaceful - eyelashes are fluttering, dark against his cheeks - that Ryo does not dare disturb him. He must look silly sitting still like, he thinks. He glances at the coffee table, half a meter away and still out of reach, and wonders if he could just pretend like he’s working on his laptop instead of watching Subaru sleep if someone was to come into the room...
No one comes in, though.
Subaru shifts a bit and Ryo holds his breath. What would he say if he caught Ryo staring? What would Ryo say? Subaru’s breath feels warm on Ryo’s thigh even through the fabric of his trousers. Ryo’s hand twitches a bit, fingers spreading to touch the tip of Subaru’s hair. It’s weird, isn’t it?
When Subaru moves again in his sleep, Ryo starts making up excuses. They have 2 minutes left before they have to get ready. ‘What were you doing?’ ‘I was...’
“Is it time yet?” Subaru asks instead.
“Almost,” Ryo answers, and he vaguely wonders how come his voice can feel laced with sleep when he hasn’t been the one sleeping.
“Mm.” Subaru nods and closes his eyes again. “Tell me when it’s time?” He asks before snuggling back in Ryo’s lap.
No question asked. Ryo exhales softly and brings up fingers up to caress Subaru’s hair briefly. “Sure.”