idk
I'm not dead, although I'm not sure anyone would realise if I was, lol.
tiny little random 1859 drabble just because I've never tried it before.
It was about sex. Sex, sex and more sex, dirty, rough, against the wall, carpet burn and bloody knees; that's what it was about. Gokudera became meek when fingers parted his lips, and a thumb pressed down on his tongue, or when a violent hand groped his behind. He got eager, desperate, when breath tickled the naked crook of his neck and when a too hard grip clenched his wrists, slammed him back, pushed him down, twisted him around. The Italian would grumble and growl and hiss and demand, met only with bloody lips against his own.
The blood was his.
It was a business partnership, in reality. They took and gave what they wanted, neither leaving empty handed and neither parting unsatisfied. Growing used to the situation, it became habit, the warmth of a cold body growing familiar until, well, it was too convenient to let go.
They came and left with broken selves but in between they lost them.
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also, it's unlikely I'll be participating in 8059smutweek for round 2, just because...well, I don't see the point in trying to write stuff I'm not happy with that no-one reads anyway. peace.
[edit: I don't normally do this, but if you fancy seeing The Little Mermaid 8059, this is the link for you; http://fav.me/d2vct9h and I'm really hoping that link works because dA sure likes to fuck me over sometimes. ]