Test Your Might
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dove_drabblesTitle: Test Your Might
Author:arknes
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Underage (17-year-old) character.
Word Count: 637
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction created for fun and no profit has been made. Rights belong to the respective creators, Masaru Miyazaki and Takeshi Obata.
Notes: I couldn't think of a title, so I reread it. I instantly thought of Mortal Kombat's "Test Your Might" mode... so, title. I'm not used to writing saucy things, but I gave it my all!
Summary: Sakon wants to break his limits.
"So…what do you think?" Zenkichi asks.
Sakon stares down, blushing. Uh, it's a lot to process. What does he want? He doesn't say anything. He just continues staring at the floor.
"Well…" Sakon says slowly, "I-I don't know what to tell you."
"Your limits. Just how far I can go," A hand drags up his back, rough against the soft skin, "And how far you want me to go."
With his other hand, he gently pushes on his shoulder to make him lean against the bed. Slow, careful steps bring them closer and closer as Zenkichi… cares about what he wants to do next.
This is what Sakon wants, whether it's simple kissing and petting... or if he's losing it. It. If Sakon's going to lose his virginity, he should probably call 'it' what it is, especially when he's been teetering that edge and tumbling his bed sheets for a while.
Sakon sucks in a deep breathe, then pulls at Zenkichi's shirt, nose to nose and breath mingling. They kiss. Soft, slowly growing, hot, and wet…his tongue pushes past his lips and into his mouth. Little nibbles of his tongue and bites of his lip follow. He's sweet.
Zenkichi huffs a laugh into the kiss, and Sakon feels his smile. His hands are not idle, and his fingers tap against him. He's nervous, and scared, and he's letting go of defenses while enjoying every second of it.
Slowly, Sakon's hands drop -- tenative, still -- from Zenkichi's shoulders to under his shirt, feeling the strong muscles and soft feather trail. The fingers delve under the shirts and run along skin, goosebumps rising up.
He steps back, breaking the kiss, and looks at him. His face is a nice shade of pink.
"So…?"
With the other, Sakon trails his fingers along his ribs and stomach to his jeans, slowly dragging them down. Sakon self-consciously stares down, but the sight doesn't relieve his heart. Zenkichi's chest and trail, feathering down to his... Sakon laughs nervously, "Uhm... I'll tell you to stop... if I want that."
He smiles, and pulls off his shirt. Down, down, goes the jeans. He steps out of them.
"That's the point," Zenkichi laughs back, "Don't be shy." His legs -- what Sakon feels against him -- are firm and rough, his thighs hard; strong. Just like his hands, his arms bulging with muscles. It's then that Sakon realizes he's fully clothed and Zenkichi’s clad in boxers.
It's such a Zenkichi thing to say.
Sakon laughs, soft and full of happiness. "I-I always am. It can't help it."
Zenkichi's soft smile curls into a wolfish grin. "I'll help it." His hands cradle Sakon's hips, nudging, thumbing; he's waiting and waiting. Sakon supposes that Zenkichi's been a gentlemen long enough, and with a burst of confidence and all-too-fast thoughts, he lifts his hips, shifting them closer and spreading his legs. Then with one hand, Sakon drags himself near, leading a passive hand lower. With the other hand, he runs through Zenkichi's hair, pulling him forward... against his lips and flush against his body. The press of Zenkichi's bulge is heavy and hot in his hand.
Sakon could pull away, say it's the nervousness bubbling in his stomach, but he'd rather keep this close. Sakon wants to test his limits; he wants to break them. He grinds his hips up as he falls into the kiss, rewarded with Zenkichi's breathed moan and a tight shudder.
Zenkichi begins to grind back, hands groping lower as he hauls Sakon in, and Sakon's breathe hitches.
"You can... keep going,"
His eyes close, and he lets his head fall onto the crook of Zenkichi's neck. His tongue darts, and Sakon can taste his sweat and salt. His hands move up to the small of his back, where they wrap around it.
He breathes louder.
"K-keep going."
Author:
arknes Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Underage (17-year-old) character.
Word Count: 637
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction created for fun and no profit has been made. Rights belong to the respective creators, Masaru Miyazaki and Takeshi Obata.
Notes: I couldn't think of a title, so I reread it. I instantly thought of Mortal Kombat's "Test Your Might" mode... so, title. I'm not used to writing saucy things, but I gave it my all!
Summary: Sakon wants to break his limits.
"So…what do you think?" Zenkichi asks.
Sakon stares down, blushing. Uh, it's a lot to process. What does he want? He doesn't say anything. He just continues staring at the floor.
"Well…" Sakon says slowly, "I-I don't know what to tell you."
"Your limits. Just how far I can go," A hand drags up his back, rough against the soft skin, "And how far you want me to go."
With his other hand, he gently pushes on his shoulder to make him lean against the bed. Slow, careful steps bring them closer and closer as Zenkichi… cares about what he wants to do next.
This is what Sakon wants, whether it's simple kissing and petting... or if he's losing it. It. If Sakon's going to lose his virginity, he should probably call 'it' what it is, especially when he's been teetering that edge and tumbling his bed sheets for a while.
Sakon sucks in a deep breathe, then pulls at Zenkichi's shirt, nose to nose and breath mingling. They kiss. Soft, slowly growing, hot, and wet…his tongue pushes past his lips and into his mouth. Little nibbles of his tongue and bites of his lip follow. He's sweet.
Zenkichi huffs a laugh into the kiss, and Sakon feels his smile. His hands are not idle, and his fingers tap against him. He's nervous, and scared, and he's letting go of defenses while enjoying every second of it.
Slowly, Sakon's hands drop -- tenative, still -- from Zenkichi's shoulders to under his shirt, feeling the strong muscles and soft feather trail. The fingers delve under the shirts and run along skin, goosebumps rising up.
He steps back, breaking the kiss, and looks at him. His face is a nice shade of pink.
"So…?"
With the other, Sakon trails his fingers along his ribs and stomach to his jeans, slowly dragging them down. Sakon self-consciously stares down, but the sight doesn't relieve his heart. Zenkichi's chest and trail, feathering down to his... Sakon laughs nervously, "Uhm... I'll tell you to stop... if I want that."
He smiles, and pulls off his shirt. Down, down, goes the jeans. He steps out of them.
"That's the point," Zenkichi laughs back, "Don't be shy." His legs -- what Sakon feels against him -- are firm and rough, his thighs hard; strong. Just like his hands, his arms bulging with muscles. It's then that Sakon realizes he's fully clothed and Zenkichi’s clad in boxers.
It's such a Zenkichi thing to say.
Sakon laughs, soft and full of happiness. "I-I always am. It can't help it."
Zenkichi's soft smile curls into a wolfish grin. "I'll help it." His hands cradle Sakon's hips, nudging, thumbing; he's waiting and waiting. Sakon supposes that Zenkichi's been a gentlemen long enough, and with a burst of confidence and all-too-fast thoughts, he lifts his hips, shifting them closer and spreading his legs. Then with one hand, Sakon drags himself near, leading a passive hand lower. With the other hand, he runs through Zenkichi's hair, pulling him forward... against his lips and flush against his body. The press of Zenkichi's bulge is heavy and hot in his hand.
Sakon could pull away, say it's the nervousness bubbling in his stomach, but he'd rather keep this close. Sakon wants to test his limits; he wants to break them. He grinds his hips up as he falls into the kiss, rewarded with Zenkichi's breathed moan and a tight shudder.
Zenkichi begins to grind back, hands groping lower as he hauls Sakon in, and Sakon's breathe hitches.
"You can... keep going,"
His eyes close, and he lets his head fall onto the crook of Zenkichi's neck. His tongue darts, and Sakon can taste his sweat and salt. His hands move up to the small of his back, where they wrap around it.
He breathes louder.
"K-keep going."
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Date: 2021-06-30 10:03 pm (UTC)What is the fandom? So I can give you the tag.
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