Fic: Lips Not for Scorn (Saiyuki Gaiden, Konzen/Tenpou/Kenren)
Title: Lips Not for Scorn
Author: Brigdh
Ratings/Warnings: PG-13 for m/m/m kisses.
Summary: Everyone appreciates kisses. Eventually.
Notes: For ranalore over at wishkisses.
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Kenren and Tenpou stand next to the window, speaking quietly. Tenpou relaxes against the wall and Kenren plants a hand next to his head, leaning in for a kiss. Neither of them are wearing anything; the bright afternoon light picks out the browns in their dark hair, and the warmth in their pale skin; a white glare outlines them. Konzen sits up, the sheet pooling in his lap, and they both turn to look at him, Kenren slouching against Tenpou. "Well, look who woke up."
"Anyone can see you," Konzen says, brusque.
Kenren smirks and stretches deliberately, but Tenpou ducks under his outstretched arm and returns to the bed. "He's right." He kneels on the edge and smiles; Konzen apprehensively squares his shoulders.
Kenren follows slowly, complaining. "Don't tell me he's turned you into a prude, too?"
"No." Tenpou kisses Konzen, who tilts his chin up to allow it; Tenpou tastes like tea and cigarettes and sleep. Konzen watches Kenren for a moment, then closes his eyes. Tenpou pulls away the sheet as soon as he's distracted. "But I don't like to share."
Konzen grabs for the sheet, but Kenren sits on top of it, laughing. "Gotta love a jealous streak. As long as it doesn't interfere with my own view, of course."
"Neither of you-" Konzen begins angrily, but Kenren smothers the end of the sentence with a kiss.
"C'mon, Konzen," he murmurs when Konzen jerks away. "It's just a joke."
Konzen glares at him, until Tenpou drifts a hand along Konzen's hip and he turns. "You wouldn't hold our appreciation against us, would you?"
"Yes," Konzen says, but the word loses its force when he gasps; Kenren is kissing his neck and shoulder, calloused fingers in Konzen's hair.
"Good." Tenpou kisses him again; Konzen doesn't resist for long.
Author: Brigdh
Ratings/Warnings: PG-13 for m/m/m kisses.
Summary: Everyone appreciates kisses. Eventually.
Notes: For ranalore over at wishkisses.
***
Kenren and Tenpou stand next to the window, speaking quietly. Tenpou relaxes against the wall and Kenren plants a hand next to his head, leaning in for a kiss. Neither of them are wearing anything; the bright afternoon light picks out the browns in their dark hair, and the warmth in their pale skin; a white glare outlines them. Konzen sits up, the sheet pooling in his lap, and they both turn to look at him, Kenren slouching against Tenpou. "Well, look who woke up."
"Anyone can see you," Konzen says, brusque.
Kenren smirks and stretches deliberately, but Tenpou ducks under his outstretched arm and returns to the bed. "He's right." He kneels on the edge and smiles; Konzen apprehensively squares his shoulders.
Kenren follows slowly, complaining. "Don't tell me he's turned you into a prude, too?"
"No." Tenpou kisses Konzen, who tilts his chin up to allow it; Tenpou tastes like tea and cigarettes and sleep. Konzen watches Kenren for a moment, then closes his eyes. Tenpou pulls away the sheet as soon as he's distracted. "But I don't like to share."
Konzen grabs for the sheet, but Kenren sits on top of it, laughing. "Gotta love a jealous streak. As long as it doesn't interfere with my own view, of course."
"Neither of you-" Konzen begins angrily, but Kenren smothers the end of the sentence with a kiss.
"C'mon, Konzen," he murmurs when Konzen jerks away. "It's just a joke."
Konzen glares at him, until Tenpou drifts a hand along Konzen's hip and he turns. "You wouldn't hold our appreciation against us, would you?"
"Yes," Konzen says, but the word loses its force when he gasps; Kenren is kissing his neck and shoulder, calloused fingers in Konzen's hair.
"Good." Tenpou kisses him again; Konzen doesn't resist for long.