Literary Material [Junjou Romantica | Misaki/Usagi | PG-13]
Title: Literary Material
By: worblehat
Fandom: Junjou Romantica
Pairing: Misaki/Usagi
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Prompt was - Junjou Romantica, Usagi/Misaki: Heartfelt love confessions for the sake of 'research' - "I need your help, Misaki."
Notes: Written for springkink and beta-read by tsundere.
Word count: 1,402
The spoon is only halfway to his mouth when he feels hands on his hips and a dangerously hot expulsion of breath against his neck. "Confess."
He jumps in surprise and the spoon tips, a small mound of yogurt dropping to the floor with a plop! Misaki looks over his shoulder and glares. "What the hell do I have to confess about?"
"Mmmm," is all Usagi says, the moan making Misaki's face much warmer than he wants it to be.
"Stop 'mmmm'-ing in my ear!" He tries to break free, only managing to get one hand towards the paper towels before grabbing them and giving up. Irritated, he breaks off one sheet and sighs. "You made me spill. At least let me wipe it up."
Usagi holds onto his hips for another few seconds before saying, "Fine" and letting go, walking over to the couch. Misaki glares at his back and crouches down, wiping furiously at the floor with more energy than is necessary, muttering his annoyances.
He throws the paper towel into the trash can with force, grabbing his yogurt and heading to the living room where Usagi is writing, choosing to sit on the couch opposite the sexual predator. Keeping his eyes slightly averted, he spoons the yogurt into his mouth, growing less irritated as he notices the clear look in Usagi's eyes, his pen scribbling away and making corrections. Misaki likes these moments the most, when he can watch without being watched in return.
But he'll be damned if he ever says that aloud.
"Misaki."
"Huh?"
The pen falls dramatically onto the table, followed by the draft Usagi's been working on as he crosses over to the couch Misaki is currently occupying. His fingers are rough on Misaki's chin, lips too close but not enough for a true kiss.
"Confess," he says again.
It takes a few seconds for Misaki to react, nearly dropping the mostly-empty yogurt carton onto his lap. He frowns, but doesn't bat Usagi's hand away: he knows it'll just provoke him.
"Confess, confess," he mutters angrily. "Since when am I under investigation?"
Usagi sighs. "Not that kind of confession, Misaki."
"Don't sigh at me!" retorts Misaki, his annoyance from before returning full-force. "You're the one saying weird things and making me spill all over the place!"
Leaning in close, eyes hungry, Usagi says, "Love."
"W-W-W-What's with you saying that word like that all of a sudden?" stammers Misaki while attempting to push himself as far back as possible, away from the intense eyes. He knows it's pointless trying to escape from Usagi when he looks like that, but he tries anyway - struggling when his hands are easily pinned above his head. "Let go of me! I have to go do the dishes you left out last night!"
"Misaki. Confess."
"Fine, fine - I'll confess!" he says with obvious exasperation. "What did I do? Tell me and I'll admit it!"
Misaki swears he sees a smile but it's gone too quickly before he can be entirely sure. Usagi leans down, watching him carefully, making Misaki nervous. "Confess your feelings to me."
"Easy enough."
The answer takes Usagi by surprise.
His voice grows soft as he replies. "My feelings...my deep, true feelings for you, Usagi-san..."
"...Misaki..."
"...Are that you're a pervert! You're unhealthy, you smoke too much, you're scary in the morning and - " he makes a face - "you're crushing me with your weight! Stop eating so much!"
Usagi laughs, low and patient, but his hold on Misaki's wrists grows tighter. He lies on top of the boy beneath him more fully, supporting himself with one hand on the couch as he stares into defiant eyes. His lips press against the side of Misaki's mouth and he whispers, "Confess."
"I just did," says Misaki, but his tone is a just a little softer this time. "Are you going through a mid-life crisis? Is that what this is about?"
"No." The kisses continue along Misaki's cheek, down to his neck where slow trail of a wet but warm tongue against his ear makes him shiver. "It's for a book."
"...It's not enough you write about me without permission?!" asks Misaki, struggling once more to get free, only managing to get one leg out from beneath Usagi. It hangs awkwardly at the side of the couch as complaints continue to spew from his mouth. "I'm not going to give you more ideas! I've had enough - let me up, Usagi-san!"
"Not those books," says Usagi, the sound of his voice seductive and calm. His cheek is against Misaki's, his eyes closed. "It's for a book you wouldn't try to hide away from your friends."
"...Oh." Misaki's eyes open, closing again when his shirt is tugged lower, allowing Usagi's lips to attach to the base of his neck. "Why do you need me to say...that?" he asks, leg wrapping around, holding Usagi closer to him.
"I'm having trouble writing it realistically," he says, one hand sliding under the white shirt Misaki's wearing, exploring the stomach and chest beneath. "I need your help."
"...You're probably lying," says Misaki aloud with a sigh. "All right. Let my hands go and I'll..."
He doesn't finish the sentence but Usagi lets go, pushing himself up, his arms on either side of Misaki, eyes focused on his face. It's extremely embarrassing and Misaki wishes he could just sink into the couch, or become part of it - or maybe he could sink into liquid that seeps through the couch and away to safety. Anything would be better than looking at that seemingly cold yet expectant face.
"Usagi-san..."
He hesitates.
"I..."
His heart starts pumping faster. This is a mistake, he can't help thinking. He's probably just tricking me so he can tease me later. And I'm falling for it.
He closes his eyes, stilling his movements in a vain attempt to calm down.
When he opens them, they widen at the faint trace of uncertainty in the knit brow of Usagi's forehead.
Oh well. I was in trouble the moment I fell for him.
Raising his hands, he slides them along the long arms and up around Usagi's neck; then tugs, pulling him close. "Don't worry, Usagi-san," he says before lifting his head, lips meeting awkwardly but sweetly. Usagi hums a little against his mouth and Misaki closes his eyes, his hold tightening - not sure of why he feels like if he doesn't hold on, they'll end up drifting away from each other.
When they finally break apart Misaki sits up, watching Usagi cross the short distance to the other couch and pick up his pad to make some notes. The sound of scribbling fills the apartment until Misaki finally asks the question that's practically leaping out of his mouth:
"That's it?!"
Usagi nods.
"But I didn't even say anything!" He knows he should shut up and not press Usagi for details as to why he hadn't had to use the L-word itself; but he can't help the curiosity and waits for the answer.
"Not all confessions are verbal, Misaki," says Usagi, his eyes still on the page, a faint smile on his lips.
"...Ah," says Misaki, blush spreading into his cheeks.
Usagi continues to write, seemingly oblivious to anything else.
"Well...I'm going to go take care of the dishes," Misaki says awkwardly after a while.
"Hurry up," Usagi tells him in response, reaching for a cigarette and lighting it.
"Why?" Misaki blinks. "Is someone coming over?"
"No. I want to have sex."
"I-Idiot! Don't say things so plainly!"
Usagi laughs, glancing at him in the way that makes Misaki feels like he's being eaten by his eyes alone. When he goes back to writing, Misaki breathes a sigh of relief and heads to the kitchen, ignoring the way the traitorous lower half of his body is steadily warming to Usagi's suggestion.
In the living room, Usagi removes the cigarette from his mouth, exhaling easily and with his other hand, makes a few attempt at drawing a heart before settling on the one that seems to look the least lopsided. He scribbles something quickly before standing and heading to the kitchen, too impatient to wait any longer.
The paper lands with a thwack! onto the coffee table, top sheet rising then falling back, a mass of hearts visible - a message in the middle of one:
A.U. + M.T. 4EVER
By: worblehat
Fandom: Junjou Romantica
Pairing: Misaki/Usagi
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Prompt was - Junjou Romantica, Usagi/Misaki: Heartfelt love confessions for the sake of 'research' - "I need your help, Misaki."
Notes: Written for springkink and beta-read by tsundere.
Word count: 1,402
The spoon is only halfway to his mouth when he feels hands on his hips and a dangerously hot expulsion of breath against his neck. "Confess."
He jumps in surprise and the spoon tips, a small mound of yogurt dropping to the floor with a plop! Misaki looks over his shoulder and glares. "What the hell do I have to confess about?"
"Mmmm," is all Usagi says, the moan making Misaki's face much warmer than he wants it to be.
"Stop 'mmmm'-ing in my ear!" He tries to break free, only managing to get one hand towards the paper towels before grabbing them and giving up. Irritated, he breaks off one sheet and sighs. "You made me spill. At least let me wipe it up."
Usagi holds onto his hips for another few seconds before saying, "Fine" and letting go, walking over to the couch. Misaki glares at his back and crouches down, wiping furiously at the floor with more energy than is necessary, muttering his annoyances.
He throws the paper towel into the trash can with force, grabbing his yogurt and heading to the living room where Usagi is writing, choosing to sit on the couch opposite the sexual predator. Keeping his eyes slightly averted, he spoons the yogurt into his mouth, growing less irritated as he notices the clear look in Usagi's eyes, his pen scribbling away and making corrections. Misaki likes these moments the most, when he can watch without being watched in return.
But he'll be damned if he ever says that aloud.
"Misaki."
"Huh?"
The pen falls dramatically onto the table, followed by the draft Usagi's been working on as he crosses over to the couch Misaki is currently occupying. His fingers are rough on Misaki's chin, lips too close but not enough for a true kiss.
"Confess," he says again.
It takes a few seconds for Misaki to react, nearly dropping the mostly-empty yogurt carton onto his lap. He frowns, but doesn't bat Usagi's hand away: he knows it'll just provoke him.
"Confess, confess," he mutters angrily. "Since when am I under investigation?"
Usagi sighs. "Not that kind of confession, Misaki."
"Don't sigh at me!" retorts Misaki, his annoyance from before returning full-force. "You're the one saying weird things and making me spill all over the place!"
Leaning in close, eyes hungry, Usagi says, "Love."
"W-W-W-What's with you saying that word like that all of a sudden?" stammers Misaki while attempting to push himself as far back as possible, away from the intense eyes. He knows it's pointless trying to escape from Usagi when he looks like that, but he tries anyway - struggling when his hands are easily pinned above his head. "Let go of me! I have to go do the dishes you left out last night!"
"Misaki. Confess."
"Fine, fine - I'll confess!" he says with obvious exasperation. "What did I do? Tell me and I'll admit it!"
Misaki swears he sees a smile but it's gone too quickly before he can be entirely sure. Usagi leans down, watching him carefully, making Misaki nervous. "Confess your feelings to me."
"Easy enough."
The answer takes Usagi by surprise.
His voice grows soft as he replies. "My feelings...my deep, true feelings for you, Usagi-san..."
"...Misaki..."
"...Are that you're a pervert! You're unhealthy, you smoke too much, you're scary in the morning and - " he makes a face - "you're crushing me with your weight! Stop eating so much!"
Usagi laughs, low and patient, but his hold on Misaki's wrists grows tighter. He lies on top of the boy beneath him more fully, supporting himself with one hand on the couch as he stares into defiant eyes. His lips press against the side of Misaki's mouth and he whispers, "Confess."
"I just did," says Misaki, but his tone is a just a little softer this time. "Are you going through a mid-life crisis? Is that what this is about?"
"No." The kisses continue along Misaki's cheek, down to his neck where slow trail of a wet but warm tongue against his ear makes him shiver. "It's for a book."
"...It's not enough you write about me without permission?!" asks Misaki, struggling once more to get free, only managing to get one leg out from beneath Usagi. It hangs awkwardly at the side of the couch as complaints continue to spew from his mouth. "I'm not going to give you more ideas! I've had enough - let me up, Usagi-san!"
"Not those books," says Usagi, the sound of his voice seductive and calm. His cheek is against Misaki's, his eyes closed. "It's for a book you wouldn't try to hide away from your friends."
"...Oh." Misaki's eyes open, closing again when his shirt is tugged lower, allowing Usagi's lips to attach to the base of his neck. "Why do you need me to say...that?" he asks, leg wrapping around, holding Usagi closer to him.
"I'm having trouble writing it realistically," he says, one hand sliding under the white shirt Misaki's wearing, exploring the stomach and chest beneath. "I need your help."
"...You're probably lying," says Misaki aloud with a sigh. "All right. Let my hands go and I'll..."
He doesn't finish the sentence but Usagi lets go, pushing himself up, his arms on either side of Misaki, eyes focused on his face. It's extremely embarrassing and Misaki wishes he could just sink into the couch, or become part of it - or maybe he could sink into liquid that seeps through the couch and away to safety. Anything would be better than looking at that seemingly cold yet expectant face.
"Usagi-san..."
He hesitates.
"I..."
His heart starts pumping faster. This is a mistake, he can't help thinking. He's probably just tricking me so he can tease me later. And I'm falling for it.
He closes his eyes, stilling his movements in a vain attempt to calm down.
When he opens them, they widen at the faint trace of uncertainty in the knit brow of Usagi's forehead.
Oh well. I was in trouble the moment I fell for him.
Raising his hands, he slides them along the long arms and up around Usagi's neck; then tugs, pulling him close. "Don't worry, Usagi-san," he says before lifting his head, lips meeting awkwardly but sweetly. Usagi hums a little against his mouth and Misaki closes his eyes, his hold tightening - not sure of why he feels like if he doesn't hold on, they'll end up drifting away from each other.
When they finally break apart Misaki sits up, watching Usagi cross the short distance to the other couch and pick up his pad to make some notes. The sound of scribbling fills the apartment until Misaki finally asks the question that's practically leaping out of his mouth:
"That's it?!"
Usagi nods.
"But I didn't even say anything!" He knows he should shut up and not press Usagi for details as to why he hadn't had to use the L-word itself; but he can't help the curiosity and waits for the answer.
"Not all confessions are verbal, Misaki," says Usagi, his eyes still on the page, a faint smile on his lips.
"...Ah," says Misaki, blush spreading into his cheeks.
Usagi continues to write, seemingly oblivious to anything else.
"Well...I'm going to go take care of the dishes," Misaki says awkwardly after a while.
"Hurry up," Usagi tells him in response, reaching for a cigarette and lighting it.
"Why?" Misaki blinks. "Is someone coming over?"
"No. I want to have sex."
"I-Idiot! Don't say things so plainly!"
Usagi laughs, glancing at him in the way that makes Misaki feels like he's being eaten by his eyes alone. When he goes back to writing, Misaki breathes a sigh of relief and heads to the kitchen, ignoring the way the traitorous lower half of his body is steadily warming to Usagi's suggestion.
In the living room, Usagi removes the cigarette from his mouth, exhaling easily and with his other hand, makes a few attempt at drawing a heart before settling on the one that seems to look the least lopsided. He scribbles something quickly before standing and heading to the kitchen, too impatient to wait any longer.
The paper lands with a thwack! onto the coffee table, top sheet rising then falling back, a mass of hearts visible - a message in the middle of one:
A.U. + M.T. 4EVER