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kat8chaTitle: Sticky Fingers
Author: Kat8Cha
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Doumeki/Watanuki
Summary:PWP, except no porn Doumeki interrupts Watanuki making lunch.
Watanuki's hands were sticky from molding the rice, and a few grains clung stubbornly to his skin. Doumeki held Watanuki's wrist tightly and pulled Watanuki's hand to hover in front of his face. "WH-WHAT ARE YOU DOING!" Watanuki spluttered, jerking in Doumeki's grip. Doumeki loosened his hold so Watanuki would not hurt himself, but did not loosen it so much that Watanuki could slip away. Opening his mouth Doumeki ran his tongue over the tip of Watanuki's middle finger, capturing a single grain of rice, and the salty taste of Watanuki's skin. "Dou-doumeki!" And Watanuki's other hand joins in the flaying, Watanuki grabs at the hand holding him and attempts to pry it away. Sticky fingers fail to grip Doumeki properly, and Doumeki continues his cleaning of Watanuki's right hand. "Stop that!"
"Why?" Doumeki licks across Watanuki's palm, not because of any rice but because he is enjoying Watanuki's reaction. Watanuki splutters, unable to answer. "Idiot."
"I'm not an idiot." Watanuki smacks the top of Doumeki's head with a loose fist. If Watanuki was in serious danger he would claw, bite, threaten Doumeki with broken glass, but because Doumeki is Doumeki and they both know he would never actually try to harm Watanuki, Watanuki flails and lands weak punches."That's... unsanity!" Watanuki eventually comes up with. Doumeki gives Watanuki a speaking look from under sparse eyelashes. Idiot, the look says. Watanuki colors, and splutters harder when Doumeki captures his left wrist and proceeds to lick his fingers from tip to palm.
Watanuki's stick uniform cuffs bump into Doumeki's nose, when Doumeki moves from licking Watanuki's fingers to nuzzling his palm. Nuzzling is an absurd word to connect with a boy like Doumeki Shizuka, but Watanuki could not think of a better one. Doumeki lets go of Watanuki's wrist for a second, long enough for him to grab Watanuki's elbow instead. "Would you stop grabbing me?" Watanuki snaps. Doumeki doesn't bother to answer, he just undoes the button of Watanuki's right shirt cuff and rolls Watanuki's sleeve up to his elbow.
Watanuki's skin was stretched tight over his wrists, and blue veins could be seen running under the skin. Doumeki kissed Watanuki's wrist lightly, and then continued to plant soft, fleeting kisses down the line of Watanuki's arm to his elbow. Watanuki felt a flush crawl across his cheeks. This was more intimate than licking rice off his fingers. Watanuki could not file it under 'Doumeki's Strange and Bizarre Eating Habits' or brush it under the 'I don't care what that bastard does' carpet. This was serious.
"I like Himawari-chan!" Watanuki wailed. "I'm not a homo!" Was this why Doumeki had always seemed so jealous when Watanuki and Himawari spent time together? Did he like Watanuki?
Doumeki paused breifly in his kisses, nipping at the skin just south of the bend of Watanuki's elbow. "Kunogi's not here." Doumeki licked at the inside of Watanuki's elbow, and then sealing his mouth over the smooth white skin he sucked on it.
The blush spread from Watanuki's cheeks to his ears and then down his neck. Watanuki felt as red as an umeboshi. "Doumeki stop that." Watanuki grabbed at the back of Doumeki's collar and tugged. Doumeki lifted his mouth from Watanuki's elbow with a wet sounding smack, louder than the type of noise you made when kissing but similar.
"No." Doumeki tugged Watanuki's hand off of his collar and kissed the palm of it in a way similiar to how he had begun kissing Watanuki's other arm. Doumeki did not continue on in the same fashion though, instead he slid his thumb under the cuff of Watanuki's shirt and rubbed it over the fast paced fluttering pulse beating just under Watanuki's skin. If Watanuki focused really hard, he might be able to feel Doumeki's pulse beating against his.
"Watanuki." Doumeki said, softly. It wasn't the same way he said 'idiot', and it wasn't the way Watanuki had imagined Himawari might some day say his name. "Watanuki."
Watanuki looked up, unaware that he had been staring at the way Doumeki's hand was curled around his wrist, with his thumb resting just under Watanuki's cuff. Doumeki's serious eyes were staring straight at him, and Watanuki wondered if Doumeki could see himself out of Watanuki's eye.
"Doumeki." Watanuki wanted to look off to the side, but he couldn't. It was like facing down the snake after it had swallowed Angel-san. Watanuki felt pinned, and about to be swallowed.
"Oi." Doumeki bent down and placed his lips on top of Watanuki's. Watanuki had to swallow the instinctual 'my name isn't oi!' and instead leaned forward to brush his lips against Doumeki's.
The kiss stretched on, ephemeral and breakable as a butterfly's beauty. Doumeki slowly reached up to rest his hands on Watanuki's shoulders. Watanuki broke the kiss, startled, his mis-matched eyes wide, and his face pale. "Do-" Doumeki cut Watanuki off with another kiss, this one less light, far more real and hungry and sloppy. It was like Doumeki was trying to extract a years worth of lunches from Watanuki's lips and tongue.
"Mmmph." Watanuki flailed, and stepped back, Doumeki followed him and they both tipped backwards onto the floor, Watanuki's head hitting the kitchen tile with a painful thump. "Ow!" Watanuki gasped into Doumeki's mouth.
Doumeki slipped a hand between Watanuki's head and the floor, and lifted himself up to peer over the top of Watanuki's head. "Are you hurt?"
"It's just a bump." Watanuki winces when Doumeki's fingers touch it. "Barely feel it."
"With your thick head I'm surprised you felt it at all." Doumeki's line is delivered in a flat, almost uncaring tone, and it takes Watanuki's mind a minute to process it.
"What!" Watanuki shoots upright and pushes Doumeki off of him. "I'm NOT thick headed. YOU'RE the thick head!"
Doumeki is crouched before Watanuki now, a rock against the pummelling waves of Watanuki's rage. Eventually the tide of anger will go out, and Doumeki will still be there.
"Stop looking at me like that." Watanuki snaps and he turns around to realize that his rice balls have been left to sit and dry out while Doumeki was... doing whatever that was. "Aaaaaaaaah! The onigiri!" Watanuki levels a rage filled look Doumeki's way. "Don't think I'll be making you more you selfish pig!"
Author: Kat8Cha
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Doumeki/Watanuki
Summary:
Watanuki's hands were sticky from molding the rice, and a few grains clung stubbornly to his skin. Doumeki held Watanuki's wrist tightly and pulled Watanuki's hand to hover in front of his face. "WH-WHAT ARE YOU DOING!" Watanuki spluttered, jerking in Doumeki's grip. Doumeki loosened his hold so Watanuki would not hurt himself, but did not loosen it so much that Watanuki could slip away. Opening his mouth Doumeki ran his tongue over the tip of Watanuki's middle finger, capturing a single grain of rice, and the salty taste of Watanuki's skin. "Dou-doumeki!" And Watanuki's other hand joins in the flaying, Watanuki grabs at the hand holding him and attempts to pry it away. Sticky fingers fail to grip Doumeki properly, and Doumeki continues his cleaning of Watanuki's right hand. "Stop that!"
"Why?" Doumeki licks across Watanuki's palm, not because of any rice but because he is enjoying Watanuki's reaction. Watanuki splutters, unable to answer. "Idiot."
"I'm not an idiot." Watanuki smacks the top of Doumeki's head with a loose fist. If Watanuki was in serious danger he would claw, bite, threaten Doumeki with broken glass, but because Doumeki is Doumeki and they both know he would never actually try to harm Watanuki, Watanuki flails and lands weak punches."That's... unsanity!" Watanuki eventually comes up with. Doumeki gives Watanuki a speaking look from under sparse eyelashes. Idiot, the look says. Watanuki colors, and splutters harder when Doumeki captures his left wrist and proceeds to lick his fingers from tip to palm.
Watanuki's stick uniform cuffs bump into Doumeki's nose, when Doumeki moves from licking Watanuki's fingers to nuzzling his palm. Nuzzling is an absurd word to connect with a boy like Doumeki Shizuka, but Watanuki could not think of a better one. Doumeki lets go of Watanuki's wrist for a second, long enough for him to grab Watanuki's elbow instead. "Would you stop grabbing me?" Watanuki snaps. Doumeki doesn't bother to answer, he just undoes the button of Watanuki's right shirt cuff and rolls Watanuki's sleeve up to his elbow.
Watanuki's skin was stretched tight over his wrists, and blue veins could be seen running under the skin. Doumeki kissed Watanuki's wrist lightly, and then continued to plant soft, fleeting kisses down the line of Watanuki's arm to his elbow. Watanuki felt a flush crawl across his cheeks. This was more intimate than licking rice off his fingers. Watanuki could not file it under 'Doumeki's Strange and Bizarre Eating Habits' or brush it under the 'I don't care what that bastard does' carpet. This was serious.
"I like Himawari-chan!" Watanuki wailed. "I'm not a homo!" Was this why Doumeki had always seemed so jealous when Watanuki and Himawari spent time together? Did he like Watanuki?
Doumeki paused breifly in his kisses, nipping at the skin just south of the bend of Watanuki's elbow. "Kunogi's not here." Doumeki licked at the inside of Watanuki's elbow, and then sealing his mouth over the smooth white skin he sucked on it.
The blush spread from Watanuki's cheeks to his ears and then down his neck. Watanuki felt as red as an umeboshi. "Doumeki stop that." Watanuki grabbed at the back of Doumeki's collar and tugged. Doumeki lifted his mouth from Watanuki's elbow with a wet sounding smack, louder than the type of noise you made when kissing but similar.
"No." Doumeki tugged Watanuki's hand off of his collar and kissed the palm of it in a way similiar to how he had begun kissing Watanuki's other arm. Doumeki did not continue on in the same fashion though, instead he slid his thumb under the cuff of Watanuki's shirt and rubbed it over the fast paced fluttering pulse beating just under Watanuki's skin. If Watanuki focused really hard, he might be able to feel Doumeki's pulse beating against his.
"Watanuki." Doumeki said, softly. It wasn't the same way he said 'idiot', and it wasn't the way Watanuki had imagined Himawari might some day say his name. "Watanuki."
Watanuki looked up, unaware that he had been staring at the way Doumeki's hand was curled around his wrist, with his thumb resting just under Watanuki's cuff. Doumeki's serious eyes were staring straight at him, and Watanuki wondered if Doumeki could see himself out of Watanuki's eye.
"Doumeki." Watanuki wanted to look off to the side, but he couldn't. It was like facing down the snake after it had swallowed Angel-san. Watanuki felt pinned, and about to be swallowed.
"Oi." Doumeki bent down and placed his lips on top of Watanuki's. Watanuki had to swallow the instinctual 'my name isn't oi!' and instead leaned forward to brush his lips against Doumeki's.
The kiss stretched on, ephemeral and breakable as a butterfly's beauty. Doumeki slowly reached up to rest his hands on Watanuki's shoulders. Watanuki broke the kiss, startled, his mis-matched eyes wide, and his face pale. "Do-" Doumeki cut Watanuki off with another kiss, this one less light, far more real and hungry and sloppy. It was like Doumeki was trying to extract a years worth of lunches from Watanuki's lips and tongue.
"Mmmph." Watanuki flailed, and stepped back, Doumeki followed him and they both tipped backwards onto the floor, Watanuki's head hitting the kitchen tile with a painful thump. "Ow!" Watanuki gasped into Doumeki's mouth.
Doumeki slipped a hand between Watanuki's head and the floor, and lifted himself up to peer over the top of Watanuki's head. "Are you hurt?"
"It's just a bump." Watanuki winces when Doumeki's fingers touch it. "Barely feel it."
"With your thick head I'm surprised you felt it at all." Doumeki's line is delivered in a flat, almost uncaring tone, and it takes Watanuki's mind a minute to process it.
"What!" Watanuki shoots upright and pushes Doumeki off of him. "I'm NOT thick headed. YOU'RE the thick head!"
Doumeki is crouched before Watanuki now, a rock against the pummelling waves of Watanuki's rage. Eventually the tide of anger will go out, and Doumeki will still be there.
"Stop looking at me like that." Watanuki snaps and he turns around to realize that his rice balls have been left to sit and dry out while Doumeki was... doing whatever that was. "Aaaaaaaaah! The onigiri!" Watanuki levels a rage filled look Doumeki's way. "Don't think I'll be making you more you selfish pig!"
