Random drabble dum
Jul. 19th, 2006 02:41 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kat8chaTalking to Inori_Sakura today I was complaining about how I had lost my writing groove. >> Because, trying for that TezuFuji. It’s slow, slow going. T_T And nothing else is getting written. And, and, and.... So I have been sad. Well, we realized (with the help of Kami/o-sama) that I needed to return to my roots in order to rediscover my writing groove. Which means smut, and since it was Kami/o-sama’s help that I needed...
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BeKami
Kamio writhed under Atobe’s touch, his body covered in sweat and heavily aroused. He twisted upward. “Ahn....” Atobe’s touch made his resistance melt away like butter in a skillet. No matter how arrogant the bastard was, or how much Kamio claimed to hate him there was no doubt in his mind that Atobe was hot as hell and just kept getting hotter. Though there were things about Atobe that turned Kamio off, such as his arrogance, all those disappeared with the belts. Kamio whined loudly as two fingers slipped into Kamio’s ass, stretching him carefully. Atobe was always careful, always considerate, and thankfully usually silent. Kamio was loud, whining, screaming, shouting, panting, moaning... he made enough noise for the two of them. As Atobe pressed inside of him Kamio cried out, sweaty red hair splayed on the expensive pillow beneath him. He gazed up into Atobe’s cerulean eyes, his arms reaching out, grasping Atobe’s shoulder and holding on as he rode out Atobe’s rythm.
This post will be updated if another drabble hits me todaay. Now I go to stare at my TF fic and try to convince myself it's not a fic at all, it's just a lot of drabbles all lumped together.
Untitled Drabble
R
BeKami
Kamio writhed under Atobe’s touch, his body covered in sweat and heavily aroused. He twisted upward. “Ahn....” Atobe’s touch made his resistance melt away like butter in a skillet. No matter how arrogant the bastard was, or how much Kamio claimed to hate him there was no doubt in his mind that Atobe was hot as hell and just kept getting hotter. Though there were things about Atobe that turned Kamio off, such as his arrogance, all those disappeared with the belts. Kamio whined loudly as two fingers slipped into Kamio’s ass, stretching him carefully. Atobe was always careful, always considerate, and thankfully usually silent. Kamio was loud, whining, screaming, shouting, panting, moaning... he made enough noise for the two of them. As Atobe pressed inside of him Kamio cried out, sweaty red hair splayed on the expensive pillow beneath him. He gazed up into Atobe’s cerulean eyes, his arms reaching out, grasping Atobe’s shoulder and holding on as he rode out Atobe’s rythm.
This post will be updated if another drabble hits me todaay. Now I go to stare at my TF fic and try to convince myself it's not a fic at all, it's just a lot of drabbles all lumped together.
