![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
chrissy-sky.livejournal.com posting in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png){kind=small}
kinkfestTitle: Property of Koenma
Author: Chrissy Sky
Rating: M.
Warnings:
Prompt: 12. Yu Yu Hakusho, Koenma/Yuusuke: desk sex, sticking to paperwork, ink stamps marking the body - Okay, so aside from the fact that Botan or George could walk in and see them fucking at any second, there were some other issues with having sex in Koenma's office, not the least of which was the somewhat smudged ink stamp of the Golden Seal on one of Yuusuke's buttcheeks.
Word count: 530
Summary: See prompt.
A/N: Another prompt I didn’t originally intend to claim, but I had some free time back on Memorial Day, so here it is.
Yuusuke sauntered into the office with his usual cockiness and fighter’s grace, as if he owned the place. He sat in the one uncovered corner of the table, the hard edge of the table digging into his butt, Koenma couldn’t help but noting. The smirk on his face was confident, but his eyes were warm, and he still looked a little exhilarated from his recently finished work out. In fact, there was still sweat glistening on his skin, which was highly distracting.
“Hey,” the half demon greeted.
“Hello,” the godling answered back, still partially focused on his paperwork. The stamping process, however, mostly took care of itself. He could do it in his sleep. He had a few times.
His pacifier was casually plucked out of his mouth. “You’ve been in your adult form a lot more these days.”
“It’s tiresome, but it’s more convenient for some things.”
The teen’s smirk told him he knew exactly what things those were. “Oh?”
He didn’t fight him when the kiss came, at least not too much. “We shouldn’t do this,” Koenma reminded him. “If my father found out… George or Botan could walk in at any time…”
“Then stop me,” Yuusuke challenged, reckless as ever. He slipped the pacifier gently into Koenma’s hand, closing his fingers around it and leaning in for another kiss.
Koenma didn’t fight. He didn’t want to. Pocketing his Mafukan, he surged up and pushed Yuusuke back against the table, disrupting a week’s worth of paperwork.
He could be reckless too, it seemed.
-
It wasn’t often that Koenma took the initiative. Yuusuke was thrilled to let him, shucking his pants off easily, laying himself out like an offering on the table, which Koenma took advantage of.
Yuusuke grinned, paying no mind as papers fell or clung to his sweaty back, because Koenma’s hands were tenderly caressing his ribs, down to his thighs, and he was kissing the teen’s breath away.
He didn’t care if anyone came wandering in or who found out. All that mattered was this.
At least, that’s how he felt until there was something hard and wet poking his butt. And it wasn’t the good kind of hard and wet either. Frowning, Yuusuke reached down to throw the offending object away, which he would have done, except he noticed what it was.
“Eh?” Yuusuke twisted around in Koenma’s arms, barely able to make out the smudged ink stamp on his bare ass. “Crap!”
Koenma blinked. “That’ll never come off.”
“I know that!” Yuusuke’s cheeks flamed. The ink from the Golden Seal lasted forever, because it normally signed off documents of people’s deaths. It wasn’t meant to ever be erased. It was as good as a tattoo on his skin.
Koenma smiled and took the stamp from Yuusuke, placing it safely in the same pocket as the Mafuken. “My property. Officially.”
Yuusuke pouted. “But…”
“Unless you were planning to leave me?”
“No!”
“Then there isn’t a problem.”
“Koenma!”
Giggling, Koenma silenced him with a kiss. Yuusuke always made a lot of noise, but Koenma preferred to make the Mazoku emit other types of noises when they were like this.
That was just what he did.
~ End. Thanks for reading! ~
Author: Chrissy Sky
Rating: M.
Warnings:
Prompt: 12. Yu Yu Hakusho, Koenma/Yuusuke: desk sex, sticking to paperwork, ink stamps marking the body - Okay, so aside from the fact that Botan or George could walk in and see them fucking at any second, there were some other issues with having sex in Koenma's office, not the least of which was the somewhat smudged ink stamp of the Golden Seal on one of Yuusuke's buttcheeks.
Word count: 530
Summary: See prompt.
A/N: Another prompt I didn’t originally intend to claim, but I had some free time back on Memorial Day, so here it is.
Yuusuke sauntered into the office with his usual cockiness and fighter’s grace, as if he owned the place. He sat in the one uncovered corner of the table, the hard edge of the table digging into his butt, Koenma couldn’t help but noting. The smirk on his face was confident, but his eyes were warm, and he still looked a little exhilarated from his recently finished work out. In fact, there was still sweat glistening on his skin, which was highly distracting.
“Hey,” the half demon greeted.
“Hello,” the godling answered back, still partially focused on his paperwork. The stamping process, however, mostly took care of itself. He could do it in his sleep. He had a few times.
His pacifier was casually plucked out of his mouth. “You’ve been in your adult form a lot more these days.”
“It’s tiresome, but it’s more convenient for some things.”
The teen’s smirk told him he knew exactly what things those were. “Oh?”
He didn’t fight him when the kiss came, at least not too much. “We shouldn’t do this,” Koenma reminded him. “If my father found out… George or Botan could walk in at any time…”
“Then stop me,” Yuusuke challenged, reckless as ever. He slipped the pacifier gently into Koenma’s hand, closing his fingers around it and leaning in for another kiss.
Koenma didn’t fight. He didn’t want to. Pocketing his Mafukan, he surged up and pushed Yuusuke back against the table, disrupting a week’s worth of paperwork.
He could be reckless too, it seemed.
-
It wasn’t often that Koenma took the initiative. Yuusuke was thrilled to let him, shucking his pants off easily, laying himself out like an offering on the table, which Koenma took advantage of.
Yuusuke grinned, paying no mind as papers fell or clung to his sweaty back, because Koenma’s hands were tenderly caressing his ribs, down to his thighs, and he was kissing the teen’s breath away.
He didn’t care if anyone came wandering in or who found out. All that mattered was this.
At least, that’s how he felt until there was something hard and wet poking his butt. And it wasn’t the good kind of hard and wet either. Frowning, Yuusuke reached down to throw the offending object away, which he would have done, except he noticed what it was.
“Eh?” Yuusuke twisted around in Koenma’s arms, barely able to make out the smudged ink stamp on his bare ass. “Crap!”
Koenma blinked. “That’ll never come off.”
“I know that!” Yuusuke’s cheeks flamed. The ink from the Golden Seal lasted forever, because it normally signed off documents of people’s deaths. It wasn’t meant to ever be erased. It was as good as a tattoo on his skin.
Koenma smiled and took the stamp from Yuusuke, placing it safely in the same pocket as the Mafuken. “My property. Officially.”
Yuusuke pouted. “But…”
“Unless you were planning to leave me?”
“No!”
“Then there isn’t a problem.”
“Koenma!”
Giggling, Koenma silenced him with a kiss. Yuusuke always made a lot of noise, but Koenma preferred to make the Mazoku emit other types of noises when they were like this.
That was just what he did.
~ End. Thanks for reading! ~
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}