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zukkokyaSubaru and Yasu will be switching the bracelets for rings any day now. Just making the call now. In the meantime, I will write about their honeymoon. XD
Today, my friend Diana took me to Koreatown for the first time! First we went to a jewelry store that had THE PRETTIEST SHINY THINGS I'VE EVER SEEN AND I WANTED THEM ALL. And then we went to a Korean grocery store and OH MY GOD.
GUYS. THE STUFF IN THERE. We flailed and freaked out just a touch.
("THIS IS WHAT IT'S LIKE IN KOREA."
"THEY HAVE THIS STUFF BUT IN ALL STORES."
"CLOSE YOUR EYES AND IMAGINE WE'RE THERE.")
Then we went to a sidewalk cafe and had dinner. The counter against the window was occupied, so we sat on the one lining the wall.
Suddenly Diana says, "This guy keeps looking at me in the window."
I look over her shoulder and the guy bobs his head in again and immediately retreats when he sees me. So we eat, and the guy, along with a coworker of his, keep bringing out trash bags, then lingering at the window, very obviously grinning at us. Not creepishly, just...really excitedly.
When the counter in front of the window finally opens up, Diana picks up her tray and says firmly and amusedly, "Let's sit by the window."
I blink, giggle and say, "Okay!"
The guys vanish for a while and Diana goes, "See, once confronted they go away."
But then they came back. XD
The first guy puts another trash bag out and I glance at him and he grins at me and raises his eyebrows.
For some reason, this reminds me. I tell Diana, "My God, he looks so much like Koki."
And Diana, Jin-fan extraordinaire, cries, "OH MY GOD I THOUGHT SO TOO."
So after we flail over that for a while, I look again and Koki makes kissy lips at me. I nearly lost it. I hid my face in my hands and giggled for a solid minute.
AND HE KEPT LINGERING BY THE WINDOW. I WAS LIKE, "I CAN'T TAKE THIS. HE'S REALLY HOT BUT HE'S KOKI." I HAD "MAKE U WET" ON LOOP IN MY HEAD. I WAS SO MORTIFIED AND AMUSED.
...Still, Diana and I have decided we will return to Koreatown every Thursday, despite Koki the Kissy Face.
She has also introduced me to Se7en, who is the proud owner of a piece of my soul. *___* God.
AND NOW.
For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
araanaz9, whose masterwork portraits of Subaru and Yasu:
V^____^V
/O____O\
shall live on in this post for posterity. ♥
Title: Language of Fingertips
Pairing: Subaru/Yasu, Yasu/Subaru
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 660
Summary: Subaru swipes the pillows aside to splay his hands on either side of Yasu's head.
Just before noon, sunlight glazes the room with a shade like honey. The warmth of it settles deep in Yasu's body, so that every lazy movement feels like an echo. Not that he needs to move much--Subaru's shoulder provides an even better pillow than the one they knocked off the bed earlier.
Subaru keeps his own pace, ignoring Yasu's hitched shouts and drawn-out cries, until Yasu drives his fingernails into Subaru's thighs and twists his hips up hard. Subaru swipes the pillows aside to splay his hands on either side of Yasu's head.
The ocean breeze is caught in Subaru's hair, mixed with the scent of sweat and the papaya conditioner that Yasu massaged into his scalp last night.
"What are you doing?" Subaru ducks Yasu's hands, eyes rounded in skepticism.
Water trails down Yasu's arms, weaving into his palms and diluting the conditioner. "Washing your hair," Yasu says with a touch of duh.
Subaru says, "I don't like the smell. It's too feminine."
"It smells nice!"
In response, Subaru sinks deeper into the corner of the shower, staring at Yasu and managing to project betrayal and terror and disgust simultaneously with one expression. Water sluices through his hair, slicking black strands to his forehead and over his eyes.
It’s not worth the effort to resist.
Yasu palms Subaru’s shoulders, smearing conditioner down Subaru’s biceps and clutching tight at his elbows while mouthing at Subaru’s sulking bottom lip. Subaru drops the act to grip Yasu’s neck and suck on Yasu’s tongue.
Behind Subaru’s back, Yasu uncaps the conditioner bottle.
Like every morning upon waking up, Yasu automatically lists the places he has to be today. Usually he has recording studios and magazine offices and train stations to gauge the distances to but—today there’s no distance between where he is and where he’s expected to be.
They go slow this time. Tonight has been a rush of adrenaline and freedom, to be as loud and unrestrained as they want and they’ve screamed themselves hoarse and sucked marks into each other’s skin—they fell asleep at some small hour, sore and blissfully satisfied. Eventually, Subaru woke up to the thrumming silence just before dawn and, lonely, he kissed Yasu’s eyelids and stroked his hair to bring him back.
Yasu eases in gradually, listening intently to Subaru moan. He thumbs the straining tendon behind Subaru’s knee as he pushes in deeper; Subaru’s fingers knot into the sheets.
Sweat glistens on Subaru’s face, clings to his eyelashes, wets his lips. His hair streaks the white sheet like jagged lines of black ink. Subaru shudders and closes his eyes. At last, Yasu goes still.
“T-tell me when—”
Subaru finds Yasu’s hand blindly and clenches their fingers tighter together until their rings chink.
”Go.”
After a trip to the bathroom, Yasu sits beside Subaru in bed and combs out his hair with his fingers. There’s a snag near his temple that Yasu could force loose in seconds. Instead, Yasu devotes six minutes to the knot, his gold ring occasionally sneaking a glint from between thick black strands.
Subaru says, “You only think that doesn’t hurt.”
Yasu smiles. “You were sleeping.”
“No,” Subaru murmurs, pressing his face into Yasu’s knee, “definitely hurts. Smells girly, too.” A grin starts.
Yasu bats his head gently. “I’m the one who smells it, not you. Deal.”
“I can smell it.”
“You canno—”
Subaru peers up at Yasu, startled by the abrupt break off. “Yassan?”
Yasu is beaming, blushing and chewing his thumb.
“We sound like it, don’t we?” he says around his nail.
“Like what?”
“Like…like we’re, eheh…to~….”
Subaru taps Yasu’s ring with his own. A peculiarly sincere smile lights his face. “We’ve always sounded like this.”
Yasu drops his hand, grinning. “So I guess it makes sense that we….”
Subaru sticks out his tongue and says, “Yes, I guess.”
As the afternoon sunlight coats the room in amber lacquer, their conversation ascends to smiles that touch and an inscrutable language they create with their fingertips.
Today, my friend Diana took me to Koreatown for the first time! First we went to a jewelry store that had THE PRETTIEST SHINY THINGS I'VE EVER SEEN AND I WANTED THEM ALL. And then we went to a Korean grocery store and OH MY GOD.
GUYS. THE STUFF IN THERE. We flailed and freaked out just a touch.
("THIS IS WHAT IT'S LIKE IN KOREA."
"THEY HAVE THIS STUFF BUT IN ALL STORES."
"CLOSE YOUR EYES AND IMAGINE WE'RE THERE.")
Then we went to a sidewalk cafe and had dinner. The counter against the window was occupied, so we sat on the one lining the wall.
Suddenly Diana says, "This guy keeps looking at me in the window."
I look over her shoulder and the guy bobs his head in again and immediately retreats when he sees me. So we eat, and the guy, along with a coworker of his, keep bringing out trash bags, then lingering at the window, very obviously grinning at us. Not creepishly, just...really excitedly.
When the counter in front of the window finally opens up, Diana picks up her tray and says firmly and amusedly, "Let's sit by the window."
I blink, giggle and say, "Okay!"
The guys vanish for a while and Diana goes, "See, once confronted they go away."
But then they came back. XD
The first guy puts another trash bag out and I glance at him and he grins at me and raises his eyebrows.
For some reason, this reminds me. I tell Diana, "My God, he looks so much like Koki."
And Diana, Jin-fan extraordinaire, cries, "OH MY GOD I THOUGHT SO TOO."
So after we flail over that for a while, I look again and Koki makes kissy lips at me. I nearly lost it. I hid my face in my hands and giggled for a solid minute.
AND HE KEPT LINGERING BY THE WINDOW. I WAS LIKE, "I CAN'T TAKE THIS. HE'S REALLY HOT BUT HE'S KOKI." I HAD "MAKE U WET" ON LOOP IN MY HEAD. I WAS SO MORTIFIED AND AMUSED.
...Still, Diana and I have decided we will return to Koreatown every Thursday, despite Koki the Kissy Face.
She has also introduced me to Se7en, who is the proud owner of a piece of my soul. *___* God.
AND NOW.
For
araanaz9, whose masterwork portraits of Subaru and Yasu:V^____^V
/O____O\
shall live on in this post for posterity. ♥
Title: Language of Fingertips
Pairing: Subaru/Yasu, Yasu/Subaru
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 660
Summary: Subaru swipes the pillows aside to splay his hands on either side of Yasu's head.
Just before noon, sunlight glazes the room with a shade like honey. The warmth of it settles deep in Yasu's body, so that every lazy movement feels like an echo. Not that he needs to move much--Subaru's shoulder provides an even better pillow than the one they knocked off the bed earlier.
Subaru keeps his own pace, ignoring Yasu's hitched shouts and drawn-out cries, until Yasu drives his fingernails into Subaru's thighs and twists his hips up hard. Subaru swipes the pillows aside to splay his hands on either side of Yasu's head.
The ocean breeze is caught in Subaru's hair, mixed with the scent of sweat and the papaya conditioner that Yasu massaged into his scalp last night.
"What are you doing?" Subaru ducks Yasu's hands, eyes rounded in skepticism.
Water trails down Yasu's arms, weaving into his palms and diluting the conditioner. "Washing your hair," Yasu says with a touch of duh.
Subaru says, "I don't like the smell. It's too feminine."
"It smells nice!"
In response, Subaru sinks deeper into the corner of the shower, staring at Yasu and managing to project betrayal and terror and disgust simultaneously with one expression. Water sluices through his hair, slicking black strands to his forehead and over his eyes.
It’s not worth the effort to resist.
Yasu palms Subaru’s shoulders, smearing conditioner down Subaru’s biceps and clutching tight at his elbows while mouthing at Subaru’s sulking bottom lip. Subaru drops the act to grip Yasu’s neck and suck on Yasu’s tongue.
Behind Subaru’s back, Yasu uncaps the conditioner bottle.
Like every morning upon waking up, Yasu automatically lists the places he has to be today. Usually he has recording studios and magazine offices and train stations to gauge the distances to but—today there’s no distance between where he is and where he’s expected to be.
They go slow this time. Tonight has been a rush of adrenaline and freedom, to be as loud and unrestrained as they want and they’ve screamed themselves hoarse and sucked marks into each other’s skin—they fell asleep at some small hour, sore and blissfully satisfied. Eventually, Subaru woke up to the thrumming silence just before dawn and, lonely, he kissed Yasu’s eyelids and stroked his hair to bring him back.
Yasu eases in gradually, listening intently to Subaru moan. He thumbs the straining tendon behind Subaru’s knee as he pushes in deeper; Subaru’s fingers knot into the sheets.
Sweat glistens on Subaru’s face, clings to his eyelashes, wets his lips. His hair streaks the white sheet like jagged lines of black ink. Subaru shudders and closes his eyes. At last, Yasu goes still.
“T-tell me when—”
Subaru finds Yasu’s hand blindly and clenches their fingers tighter together until their rings chink.
”Go.”
After a trip to the bathroom, Yasu sits beside Subaru in bed and combs out his hair with his fingers. There’s a snag near his temple that Yasu could force loose in seconds. Instead, Yasu devotes six minutes to the knot, his gold ring occasionally sneaking a glint from between thick black strands.
Subaru says, “You only think that doesn’t hurt.”
Yasu smiles. “You were sleeping.”
“No,” Subaru murmurs, pressing his face into Yasu’s knee, “definitely hurts. Smells girly, too.” A grin starts.
Yasu bats his head gently. “I’m the one who smells it, not you. Deal.”
“I can smell it.”
“You canno—”
Subaru peers up at Yasu, startled by the abrupt break off. “Yassan?”
Yasu is beaming, blushing and chewing his thumb.
“We sound like it, don’t we?” he says around his nail.
“Like what?”
“Like…like we’re, eheh…to~….”
Subaru taps Yasu’s ring with his own. A peculiarly sincere smile lights his face. “We’ve always sounded like this.”
Yasu drops his hand, grinning. “So I guess it makes sense that we….”
Subaru sticks out his tongue and says, “Yes, I guess.”
As the afternoon sunlight coats the room in amber lacquer, their conversation ascends to smiles that touch and an inscrutable language they create with their fingertips.
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Date: 2007-09-14 07:24 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-09-14 09:59 pm (UTC)Their love is vibrators, bracelets and guitars. ♥ I think from now on I'm going to call them my soul mates pairing instead of my OTP. ♥
;) I will always do my part in the Subassan smut movement. Any pairing/threesome/orgy where Subaru's involved. I am shamelessly, gleefully biased.
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Date: 2007-09-14 08:23 am (UTC)*whispers*
post it in subassan_onegai~~ :DDDDno subject
Date: 2007-09-14 10:17 pm (UTC)I wish I had
aSubaru.Wouldn't say no to Yasu, either. *____*
(Hee, done.)
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Date: 2007-09-14 09:05 am (UTC)yes, man sweat *dies*
and the papaya conditioner that Yasu massaged into his scalp last night.
i sometimes wonder what that yasu smells like. i always imagined peaches *snickers*
Behind Subaru’s back, Yasu uncaps the conditioner bottle.
lemme tell you how corrupted my mind has gotten since i've started reading fics. i totally was looking for it to be a lube bottle. 0.0;
and i just realized why! it's because of your ryo/shige fic!! lol
.. and, lonely, he kissed Yasu’s eyelids and stroked his hair to bring him back.
Sexy.
yes. BRING HIM BACK.
He thumbs the straining tendon behind Subaru’s knee as he pushes in deeper
Really SEXY >.< thumbing any limb is sexy.
Yasu is beaming, blushing and chewing his thumb. “We sound like it, don’t we?” he says around his nail.
You're such a girl, yasu! gah
i really like how you interplayed past events/memories into the present. it adds more to the current conversations and emotions. really like how your writing is evolving. just gets better. peanut gallery says thumbs up!
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Date: 2007-09-14 05:11 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-09-14 10:24 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-09-14 10:24 pm (UTC)And Ohkura's. *___* Boy has nice hair. And Hina. And Ryo. ...I wasn't going to stop there, but *kof* I think I should at least pretend to have restraint.
i totally was looking for it to be a lube bottle. 0.0;
and i just realized why! it's because of your ryo/shige fic!! lol
*DIES* NO WAY. AHAHAHA. Shower sex is A+, yes?
YASU IS ADORABLE ISN'T HE? I don't know why I got that visual in my head but I had to add it. XDD Yasu biting his thumbnail is just too ajnljkwnl cute.
Hee. Thank you, peanuts. ♥
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Date: 2007-09-14 10:53 am (UTC)It made my heart swell with joy in all the right places and everything was so perfect and calm and yes.
Thank you. I don't know what else to say.
♥
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Date: 2007-09-14 10:27 pm (UTC)I'm so happy that you enjoyed it that much. Really. :)
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Date: 2007-09-14 12:43 pm (UTC)Also yaaaaye shiny cute happy smutty fic :o) <333
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Date: 2007-09-14 10:28 pm (UTC)DUBLIN HOUSE TOMORROW, NE?
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Date: 2007-09-14 02:40 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-09-14 10:29 pm (UTC)I have a present for you. *beams*
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Date: 2007-09-15 12:06 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-09-14 03:34 pm (UTC)Ooh, fic so cute and happy eeee *__*
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Date: 2007-09-14 10:31 pm (UTC)Hee, thank you!
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Date: 2007-09-14 04:22 pm (UTC)THANK YOU! <3
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Date: 2007-09-14 10:31 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-09-14 06:37 pm (UTC)Does this mean I don't have to write honeymoon sex anymore, since you did it so much better than I could?no subject
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Date: 2007-09-14 10:14 pm (UTC)write pornfinish fic*no subject
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Date: 2007-09-14 10:33 pm (UTC)Thank you! I love the bratty. Bratty is a big selling point to me in relationships (see also: Takizawa Hideaki, Imai Tsubasa; married).
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Date: 2007-09-14 08:04 pm (UTC)This. So. Wonderfully. Adorable! And oh god *_____* quite a few very nice mental images here... Like this, for example:
Yasu palms Subaru’s shoulders, smearing conditioner down Subaru’s biceps and clutching tight at his elbows while mouthing at Subaru’s sulking bottom lip. Subaru drops the act to grip Yasu’s neck and suck on Yasu’s tongue.
Yes, *__________*
Subaru peers up at Yasu, startled by the abrupt break off. “Yassan?”
Yasu is beaming, blushing and chewing his thumb.
“We sound like it, don’t we?” he says around his nail.
“Like what?”
“Like…like we’re, eheh…to~….”
Subaru taps Yasu’s ring with his own. A peculiarly sincere smile lights his face. “We’ve always sounded like this.”
Yasu drops his hand, grinning. “So I guess it makes sense that we….”
Subaru sticks out his tongue and says, “Yes, I guess.”
EEEEEEEEEEEEE! *giggles*
So much love! ♥ ♥ ♥
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Date: 2007-09-14 09:41 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2007-09-15 12:27 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-09-14 10:35 pm (UTC)I...very much like the visual of them in the shower. Especially Subaru's hair in his face and OH YES DID I MENTION I HAVE A THING FOR HIS HAIR. COS I DO. A BIT.
ALSO YASU SWEATY/WET/HAVING SEX=WIN.
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Date: 2007-09-15 03:06 am (UTC)and oh, I want a Subaru too! *flails*
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Date: 2007-09-15 03:06 am (UTC)why haven't you posted conch shells in the comm?
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Date: 2007-09-16 03:16 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-09-17 02:11 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-09-16 03:17 pm (UTC)LET'S ORDER ONE ON AMAZON.JP. 8)
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Date: 2007-09-17 02:15 am (UTC)if only things are THAT easy...
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Date: 2007-09-16 06:33 am (UTC)"Washing your hair," Yasu says with a touch of duh.
Best line! Best!
In response, Subaru sinks deeper into the corner of the shower, staring at Yasu and managing to project betrayal and terror and disgust simultaneously with one expression.
But this comes really, really close. *loves you*
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Date: 2007-09-16 03:18 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2008-01-03 02:51 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-05-27 06:47 am (UTC)“T-tell me when—”
Subaru finds Yasu’s hand blindly and clenches their fingers tighter together until their rings chink.
”Go.”
^^^^^^^^
THIS
kore wa arigatou gozaimasu. *bows* -_-