okay -- really weird smuttiness -- seimei/ritsuka - soubi/ritsuka variety: It is only by chance I see you, but I have to follow. You are in the park, that camera your constant companion – taking pictures of butterflies on flowers, in the air, on leaves.
It is hot and the cut-offs I know mother would never had let you wear make sense. Your legs are thin, and white and I am in a rage just thinking of who else has seen them. Your shirt is red and too short as it rides up showing skin only I once saw. Skin I used to touch when I bathed you, touch when I tickled you, touch when my lips kissed you.
You’ve gotten taller, but not by much. I am still bigger, stronger. For a moment I can see you under me, as we would once in play, me holding your hands above your head in one of mine while the other dances feather-soft over your belly, my legs on yours to keep you still. But this time, you are bared to me, exposed. And I hold you not to make you laugh but to take what is mine, what has always been mine.
That damned phone you carry rings, and I know by your face it is him. You are already running for the park entrance, your tail curling up behind you. I follow slowly, knowing where you’re heading. He thinks he has taken my place, even as you throw yourself at him and he catches you in an embrace. You are eager to show him the pictures you’ve taken and he squats down at your side to see the camera’s show.
His hand is caressing the inside of your leg, his long fingers I remember quite well, dip up under the cuff of your shorts and back down. You are oblivious but your body isn’t. It moves closer to him, placing itself inside the spread of his legs. Behind a tree I am moaning softly; your rear brushes his groin and I know his cock is as hard as mine is now. I know if he had you behind closed doors, you would be spread nude before him. I know because I would if I were he.
And there, he is touching you, his fingers are sliding up under your shirt as he holds you steady. You have stopped talking and have leaned back into him, your head turns and you offer up your mouth to his. I have to press my palm against my cock, and bite my lip – you are kissing him, your hand is touching his face, his hair.
I see you sidle your body bumping the back of your thigh into his crotch. His reaction is swift and he is now standing, pulling you along with him as he begins walking. It is harder to follow but I do. You cling to his hand with both of yours and suddenly I remember when you were six. I was bathing you, telling you a story of some duck, the washcloth lathered thick and your penis got hard. You would touch it and laugh, telling me it felt funny and liked it when I made it feel even better. I can see you now, as though you are naked before me, your penis not quite as small but erect and jutting, and you won’t be laughing but moaning as I touch it and make it feel better.
Only He has taken you up the stairs to his apartment, and the door is closing. I can only stand across the street in shadows.
Ehehehee~! Certainly not what I was expecting, but I think this is even better. ♥ Seimei is so delicious as, well, a stalker voyeur. His flashbacks to Ritsuka's childhood, but imagined in a smutty way are just... aaaahhh... *unf!*
And for some reason I just really liked how casually Soubi touches Ritsuka, because he DOES. *all happy and yay now*
yeah, soubi does touch ritsuka is such erotically casual ways.... and seimei i can so see being the creepy stalker type. *shudder*
this is the herald link i was telling you about last night. *pets the bunny* i really would love to read it... and if 15 min comment pr0n will keep the idea flowing, then i'll write you some every few days. ;)
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Date: 2006-03-07 05:30 am (UTC)plz write me smut. ;__;
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Date: 2006-03-07 06:35 am (UTC)It is only by chance I see you, but I have to follow. You are in the park, that camera your constant companion – taking pictures of butterflies on flowers, in the air, on leaves.
It is hot and the cut-offs I know mother would never had let you wear make sense. Your legs are thin, and white and I am in a rage just thinking of who else has seen them. Your shirt is red and too short as it rides up showing skin only I once saw. Skin I used to touch when I bathed you, touch when I tickled you, touch when my lips kissed you.
You’ve gotten taller, but not by much. I am still bigger, stronger. For a moment I can see you under me, as we would once in play, me holding your hands above your head in one of mine while the other dances feather-soft over your belly, my legs on yours to keep you still. But this time, you are bared to me, exposed. And I hold you not to make you laugh but to take what is mine, what has always been mine.
That damned phone you carry rings, and I know by your face it is him. You are already running for the park entrance, your tail curling up behind you. I follow slowly, knowing where you’re heading. He thinks he has taken my place, even as you throw yourself at him and he catches you in an embrace. You are eager to show him the pictures you’ve taken and he squats down at your side to see the camera’s show.
His hand is caressing the inside of your leg, his long fingers I remember quite well, dip up under the cuff of your shorts and back down. You are oblivious but your body isn’t. It moves closer to him, placing itself inside the spread of his legs. Behind a tree I am moaning softly; your rear brushes his groin and I know his cock is as hard as mine is now. I know if he had you behind closed doors, you would be spread nude before him. I know because I would if I were he.
And there, he is touching you, his fingers are sliding up under your shirt as he holds you steady. You have stopped talking and have leaned back into him, your head turns and you offer up your mouth to his. I have to press my palm against my cock, and bite my lip – you are kissing him, your hand is touching his face, his hair.
I see you sidle your body bumping the back of your thigh into his crotch. His reaction is swift and he is now standing, pulling you along with him as he begins walking. It is harder to follow but I do. You cling to his hand with both of yours and suddenly I remember when you were six. I was bathing you, telling you a story of some duck, the washcloth lathered thick and your penis got hard. You would touch it and laugh, telling me it felt funny and liked it when I made it feel even better. I can see you now, as though you are naked before me, your penis not quite as small but erect and jutting, and you won’t be laughing but moaning as I touch it and make it feel better.
Only He has taken you up the stairs to his apartment, and the door is closing. I can only stand across the street in shadows.
a bit longer than 15 mins... but...
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Date: 2006-03-07 06:43 am (UTC)And for some reason I just really liked how casually Soubi touches Ritsuka, because he DOES. *all happy and yay now*
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Date: 2006-03-07 02:51 pm (UTC)this is the herald link i was telling you about last night. *pets the bunny* i really would love to read it... and if 15 min comment pr0n will keep the idea flowing, then i'll write you some every few days. ;)
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Date: 2006-03-07 09:40 pm (UTC)... and I will never say no to 15 min comment pr0n. >_>;;
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Date: 2006-03-08 02:10 am (UTC)♥