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kat8chaZomg, after several years of the ugly green and purple (which yes, was purposeful XD) I changed my LJ! Isn't it pretty? >D
Oh! Did Tan's fics! Remember if you want to give me a challenge go here please? ^_^ Sankyuu!
Title: Cream Puff
Fandom: Ouran Host Club
Pairing: Honi/Mori (you read that right, the loli-shota tops)
Rating: Pg
Challenge: ouran. honi/mori, with honi definitely topping, and some spoon-feeding of sweets.
Title: Maybe
Fandom: PoT
Pairing: Taka/Fuji + Sanada
Rating: R
Challenge: fuji thinks about sanada while screwing taka, and has a hell of an orgasm.
Oh! And you guys should all check out Tenihime! PoT boys as girls! ~wibbly eyes~ Please?
Oh! Did Tan's fics! Remember if you want to give me a challenge go here please? ^_^ Sankyuu!
Title: Cream Puff
Fandom: Ouran Host Club
Pairing: Honi/Mori (you read that right, the loli-shota tops)
Rating: Pg
Challenge: ouran. honi/mori, with honi definitely topping, and some spoon-feeding of sweets.
Honi liked going to Takashi's house. Takashi's house was quiet, and calm, like Takashi. At the Hanizuka residence there was always something going on, and the sounds of people fighting was a constant background sound. There was also the chance that his younger brother was going to burst into th room, challenging him to another fight. At Takashi's no one cared when they went to his room alone, and no one cared if strange noises were heard. At Honi's house his father would give them strange looks, and sly questions would be asked over dinner about his 'friend'. It made Honi uncomfortable.
"TAKASHI!" Honi flung himself at his friend, pushing the other onto his bed and cuddling up to the others large warm body. Despite Takashi's size Honi knew he could easily pin the other. "Have some!" He held out the cream puff. It didn't hurt that Takashi's house had better sweets, sweets that Honi didn't have to sneak or feeel guilty about. Guilt free sweets were always the best.
"Mitsukuni." Takashi smiled more at home too. It was a small twitch to his lips, and the teeny microscopic crease between his yes would ease. He opened his mouth, knowing that otherwhise the sweet would end up smashed against his mouth, cream that would soon be licked off by Mitsukuni's eager tongue. Mitsukuni liked licking cream off of him, and the snacks that they shared more then often ended up all over his clothes and body. If Mitsukuni was feeling particularly kinky it might end up in him, only to be licked out. Takashi let Mitsukuni get away with a lot of things, he didn't mind allowing his little lover to have his way.
It was easier that way, and suited his laidback personality better then topping would anyway.
"TAKASHI!" Honi flung himself at his friend, pushing the other onto his bed and cuddling up to the others large warm body. Despite Takashi's size Honi knew he could easily pin the other. "Have some!" He held out the cream puff. It didn't hurt that Takashi's house had better sweets, sweets that Honi didn't have to sneak or feeel guilty about. Guilt free sweets were always the best.
"Mitsukuni." Takashi smiled more at home too. It was a small twitch to his lips, and the teeny microscopic crease between his yes would ease. He opened his mouth, knowing that otherwhise the sweet would end up smashed against his mouth, cream that would soon be licked off by Mitsukuni's eager tongue. Mitsukuni liked licking cream off of him, and the snacks that they shared more then often ended up all over his clothes and body. If Mitsukuni was feeling particularly kinky it might end up in him, only to be licked out. Takashi let Mitsukuni get away with a lot of things, he didn't mind allowing his little lover to have his way.
It was easier that way, and suited his laidback personality better then topping would anyway.
Title: Maybe
Fandom: PoT
Pairing: Taka/Fuji + Sanada
Rating: R
Challenge: fuji thinks about sanada while screwing taka, and has a hell of an orgasm.
Fuji smiled, kissing Taka lightly on the lips. “Evening Taka-san.” His smile widened at Taka’s increased blush, and he listened with half an ear as Taka spluttered about his reason to come visiting. Fuji was already setting out the sushi and chopsticks, and setting the kettle on for tea. It was always like this, conversation that Fuji could hold without paying too much attention, sushi made by Taka, a few smiles and brushes of their hands and then a kiss, a kiss that would take them from Fuji’s small worn kitchen table to his large bed. Fuji’s bed rolled under then, Taka had joked once that the way Fuji kept his bed he was worried he’d slip right off. Fuji kept the bed covered in satin sheets, well occasionally he had cotton sheets, or plastic coverings, but that was only if he was planning on extremely messy activities.
Taka took a moment to orient himself once he had Fuji pressed back on the bed, Fuji took this brief pause to pull the lube and condoms out of the bedside table. They’d both had a talk and decided better safe then sorry, plus it made for easier clean up. Fuji hated the sensation of cum inside or on him, it was sticky, and squishy, and gross. He hated the taste too, but that didn’t stop him from getting on his knees once in a while and blowing Taka. Taka had a magnificent cock, Fuji guessed that all things considered it was on the small side, but he liked it, and when Taka got hard it turned a beautiful nut brown. Fuji wanted to photograph Taka in sepia one day.
Taka was kissing his neck now, light, fluttery, butterfly kisses that tickled and would linger like bug bites for days, forcing Fuji to dig his nails into his palms to keep from scratching. Taka was always so careful, so light and ephemeral that his touch was permanently imprinted on Fuji. Some days Fuji wanted someone to take him rough, to ride him hard, to push so far inside of him that the sensation was something he could identify. Taka’s ghost touches brought Fuji pleasure and madness in equal quantities.
Fuji gasped as he felt Taka’s fingers inside of him, thrown out of his mental soliloquy, at Taka’s murmur of question Fuji shook his head. “Keep going.” Fuji fluttered his eyelashes as Taka’s thick fingers went back to preparing him. If Fuji let himself drift too far he might imagine a different set of thick fingers inside of him. Sanada’s fingers would be less thick, probably a little longer, but more powerful. The other wouldn’t waste too much time on foreplay, instead being rough, passionate and fierce in the way only stoics were once they let go. He’d probably be rougher then Tezuka too, the ice that made up Tezuka was replaced with fire in Sanada. Turning his head to the other side Fuji panted, losing himself in the fantasy. Sanada’d lay him on his back, like Taka had, and he’d maintain eye contact, deep black eyes matching Fuji’s blue in intensity. Maybe Sanada’d prefer to use a condom, maybe he would not, but Fuji had seen what Sanada’s package was like and there’d be *definite* preparation. Fuji groaned, blinking up at Taka as the other pushed into him. He smiled, pulling his friend down into a kiss as he hooked his legs around Taka’s thick waist, rocking himself up and down.
Sanada’d probably make sure that Fuji was thinking about him, not like Taka who pressed his face against Fuji’s neck, more butterfly kisses winding their way into his sinews. Fuji gazed at the ceiling, panting. He’d probably moan for Sanada, and maybe Sanada’d be quiet, so unlike Taka’s short sharp grunts. Taka wrapped a hand around Fuji’s member and Fuji tipped his head back on the pillow, closing his eyes and purring deep in his throat.
Some days... he just wanted it rough.
Fuji orgasmed, his world going white for a second as his toes curled. Waking up he blinked stars out of his eyes and made a face at the sensation of semen trapped inside the condom, rolling down his flesh. Taka pulled out, stripping off his own condom and kissing Fuji gently. Fuji smiled, telling Taka he could take the first shower and watching the muscles move in his friends legs as he walked off.
Maybe Sanada would want to shower together.
Taka took a moment to orient himself once he had Fuji pressed back on the bed, Fuji took this brief pause to pull the lube and condoms out of the bedside table. They’d both had a talk and decided better safe then sorry, plus it made for easier clean up. Fuji hated the sensation of cum inside or on him, it was sticky, and squishy, and gross. He hated the taste too, but that didn’t stop him from getting on his knees once in a while and blowing Taka. Taka had a magnificent cock, Fuji guessed that all things considered it was on the small side, but he liked it, and when Taka got hard it turned a beautiful nut brown. Fuji wanted to photograph Taka in sepia one day.
Taka was kissing his neck now, light, fluttery, butterfly kisses that tickled and would linger like bug bites for days, forcing Fuji to dig his nails into his palms to keep from scratching. Taka was always so careful, so light and ephemeral that his touch was permanently imprinted on Fuji. Some days Fuji wanted someone to take him rough, to ride him hard, to push so far inside of him that the sensation was something he could identify. Taka’s ghost touches brought Fuji pleasure and madness in equal quantities.
Fuji gasped as he felt Taka’s fingers inside of him, thrown out of his mental soliloquy, at Taka’s murmur of question Fuji shook his head. “Keep going.” Fuji fluttered his eyelashes as Taka’s thick fingers went back to preparing him. If Fuji let himself drift too far he might imagine a different set of thick fingers inside of him. Sanada’s fingers would be less thick, probably a little longer, but more powerful. The other wouldn’t waste too much time on foreplay, instead being rough, passionate and fierce in the way only stoics were once they let go. He’d probably be rougher then Tezuka too, the ice that made up Tezuka was replaced with fire in Sanada. Turning his head to the other side Fuji panted, losing himself in the fantasy. Sanada’d lay him on his back, like Taka had, and he’d maintain eye contact, deep black eyes matching Fuji’s blue in intensity. Maybe Sanada’d prefer to use a condom, maybe he would not, but Fuji had seen what Sanada’s package was like and there’d be *definite* preparation. Fuji groaned, blinking up at Taka as the other pushed into him. He smiled, pulling his friend down into a kiss as he hooked his legs around Taka’s thick waist, rocking himself up and down.
Sanada’d probably make sure that Fuji was thinking about him, not like Taka who pressed his face against Fuji’s neck, more butterfly kisses winding their way into his sinews. Fuji gazed at the ceiling, panting. He’d probably moan for Sanada, and maybe Sanada’d be quiet, so unlike Taka’s short sharp grunts. Taka wrapped a hand around Fuji’s member and Fuji tipped his head back on the pillow, closing his eyes and purring deep in his throat.
Some days... he just wanted it rough.
Fuji orgasmed, his world going white for a second as his toes curled. Waking up he blinked stars out of his eyes and made a face at the sensation of semen trapped inside the condom, rolling down his flesh. Taka pulled out, stripping off his own condom and kissing Fuji gently. Fuji smiled, telling Taka he could take the first shower and watching the muscles move in his friends legs as he walked off.
Maybe Sanada would want to shower together.
Oh! And you guys should all check out Tenihime! PoT boys as girls! ~wibbly eyes~ Please?
