ext_66911 (![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png)
reversedhymnal.livejournal.com) wrote in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
kinkfest2007-07-08 05:15 am
reversedhymnal.livejournal.com) wrote in kinkfest2007-07-08 05:15 am
Entry tags:
+Anima (Cooro/Senri)
Title: competitive courtship, feline style
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
reversedhymnal
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: underaged boys having underaged sex, though I didn’t include their exact ages, so you can decide for yourself what you’re comfortable with, ♥ Also, hand job and some frottage and biting. And a teensy bit of wing play, XD; just a tiny bit.
Word count: 1,839
Prompt: +Anima, Cooro/Senri: Scent-marking - claw me, and I'll claw thee
Summary: Cooro stakes his claim
A/N: Sorry that this is so late, D: I just suck. I’d never written +Anima before, and this is the best I could do with the scent-marking business, since neither of these two actually do it naturally. Not like this at least. :D Oh. I. Kind of maybe forgot about the second half of the prompt. *cough* Maybe. <.< And, uh, just a forewarning: this fic. IS RIDICULOUS. YE BE WARNED. ♥♥
“I’m going to be selfish, okay?” Cooro was grinning as he said it, and Senri had to squint to see the younger boy’s eyes in the bright sun. The day was hot, but relatively pleasant, and Nana had, somehow, dragged Husky into the nearby village to go window-shopping. She wanted to get a present for Rose, who they were to be meeting in the next village over, and now it was just the two of them, on the edge of a pretty meadow between two gently rolling hills.
Senri shrugged, waiting.
“Awesome!” enthused Cooro, who bounded right up to Senri and sort of attached himself. Senri blinked, and looked down at the little crow +anima. Though… Huh. Cooro wasn’t as small as he used to be, once upon a time. Strange, how time had snuck up on Senri like that. Cooro was only a few years younger, and he was rapidly catching up with Senri’s height, if not his bulk.
A bird had to be thin, after all, and Cooro was whipcord thin, though leanly muscled. His eyes were bright in his dark face when he grinned up at Senri through messy bangs, his arms wrapped tight around the bear +anima’s chest. Then he cocked his head, and frowned mildly in thought.
“Aaaaaactually,” he said, “I think this would be easier if we were naked.”
“…Huhh,” said Senri, confused. Cooro just grinned at him; he quickly let go, and began shimmying out of his clothes, chucking random articles wherever was easiest for his arm to fling. Senri was relatively certain that Cooro’s pilot hat was caught up in the boughs of a tree some seven feet away, but he couldn’t tell for certain.
Senri was…a little distracted.
Cooro had most definitely grown up. In a multitude of ways. Huh.
“Well?” Cooro asked when he was done, all save the two feathers he’d braided into his hair. His markings were rich against his skin, and his braid – longer, now, than when they had first met – was flopped over one shoulder, skating down to tickle one dusty brown nipple. He fisted his hands onto his hips, beaming his usual bright, proud grin, and all Senri could do was raise his eyebrows and blink, very slowly.
He sort of wished he could see out of both his eyes.
Laughing, Cooro stepped back closer, and Senri couldn’t help taking a step back nervously. It made Cooro look back up at him, lock his dark brown eyes with Senri’s, and soften his grin into a smile, sweeter and more mature than his usual expression of impish, simple delight. It bespelled Senri long enough for Cooro to start at the laces of his clothing with quick, light fingers.
“Relax,” he said easily. “I’ve done this before. And I told you I was going to be selfish, remember? No stopping now! Just trust me, okay?”
Senri sighed, watching Cooro with a half curious, half nervous eye. At Cooro’s urging, he stepped out of his moccasins, and the crow boy knelt naked in the grass and the sunlight to undo the clasps on his shin and knee guards. They fell with soft sounds to the ground, and his sword followed, and then it was out of his leggings, and he raised his arms at Cooro’s insistent urging, and in a quick, slightly tangled rush of deer skin, Senri was naked, save for the patch over his one eye.
“There,” Cooro said with a satisfied look. “That’s better.”
And then he attached himself once more, like a limpet. Senri sucked in a breath, and reached down to try and pick Cooro up and deposit him elsewhere, and not so…close. He found, with a certain amount of surprise, that he couldn’t.
“Not a chance, Senri,” Cooro said, eyes bright and determined and serious. Senri felt his breath catch again, watching him. Cooro was usually so cheerful and silly, it was sometimes a shock when he slipped so easily away from it. “I told you,” he said, “I’m being selfish. You said I could!”
“…” said Senri.
“Well,” the crow amended with a charmingly sheepish grin, “close enough.”
And then he wriggled, and Senri blushed so hard he thought his face would catch fire. “Gah!” he said, and tried to back away, except that Cooro was quick enough to entangle their legs, and instead Senri fell to the ground with an oof.
“Don’t get me wrong,” Cooro was saying, sprawled out over Senri. He was writhing against him languidly, rubbing his skin sweetly against Senri’s, and already Senri was beginning to sweat, from the heat of the sun, and the heat that was coming from inside of him, at the friction, at the feel, at the sight and smell of Cooro. Senri swallowed a growl, and fisted his fingers in the grass, glaring through his rumpled bangs.
Cooro smiled, and leaned up to rub his face against Senri’s neck. He smelled amazing, like sun and wind and feathers and musk. “I like Rose and all,” he said between tiny licks to Senri’s neck. It sent goose bumbs all over Senri, and this time the bear +anima couldn’t swallow down his growl, and Cooro paused for a second, and Senri sighed in relief, thinking, finally. He’s come to his senses.
Cooro hadn’t, though. Instead, he licked a long, lingering swathe back up Senri’s neck, ending with a light nip at his jaw, and Senri growled again, a low rumble deep in his chest, and Cooro shivered, grinning up at him. “You taste good,” he teased, and then dipped back down, still sprawled over Senri.
Senri stared at him blankly for a moment, until he was thoroughly distracted by teeth around his nipple, and then, well. He was still a teenager, and it wasn’t like he could do much to deter Cooro, now that his mind was made. Senri shuddered, long and slow, and arched up against him, rubbing his body against Cooro’s, pleased when Cooro gave a soft, sweet moan.
Senri could feel the crow boy hard against his thigh, which he quickly straddled, mouthing along Senri’s scars. They were surprisingly sensitive, and Senri gave a quiet, choked gasp when Cooro nipped lightly along the hard ridges. He brought up one hand, threaded his fingers tight in Cooro’s hair.
Cooro was rubbing against him, and his scent was over whelming, a blazing heat that ran through Senri’s senses, clouding his mind. He was growling almost nonstop, by then, and the hand he had carefully left at his side pulsed, and grew fur and claws. Cooro shivered over him, sliding one hand down Senri’s stomach, to his cock, and fisting it there. The angle was a little awkward, but Cooro got the hang of it quickly, sliding up and down on precome, fast and impatient and teasing, rolling his palm over the head and then squeezing down at the base.
There was a rustle and a flutter, and Senri hadn’t realized he’d closed his eyes until he opened them, to see Cooro’s wings arching wide and dark over them, blocking out the sun. They were pretty, beautiful, and Senri released Cooro’s hair to fist his fingers in the downy soft feathers at the base of his wings. Cooro cried out, arching, humping against his leg even wilder. He bit at Senri, no longer delicate and teasing. They were hard, demanding bites, and Senri felt heat and want spike through him at each sharp pain.
And then Cooro came, and bit down hard enough to bleed him, right beneath his scars, and Senri choked out, “C-Cooro,” and came as well.
When Senri came to, he was sticky, and hot, and breathing heavily. There was a weight on his chest, and he was in the shade, and feeling very, very languidly lovely. Senri cracked open his eye, and saw Cooro’s bright brown ones grinning at him. His wings were still arched high overhead, and he was lying on Senri’s chest.
Taking a deep breath, Senri wasn’t certain whether to blush or growl in satisfaction at the scent. It smelled overwhelmingly of them and sex. He shifted, realized with a startled blink that they had fucked on his clothing, and resigned himself to smelling like crow and come for a while.
Cooro looked far too pleased with himself.
“What?” Senri asked, glaring suspiciously once more. Cooro ducked his head a little sheepishly, and pressed his fingers against his bite wound. Senri hissed, and twitched a little when his dick jumped with renewed interest. He blushed, and silently cursed his teenaged body. Cooro was looking overly pleased once more.
“Well, you see,” Cooro said, “I really like you. And I really like Rose, too, but not how I like you. And I don’t want you to like Rose the way I like you, even though I’m pretty sure she likes you the way I like you. And she’s a cat, you know? I don’t know if you noticed, Senri, but she was rubbing up against you last time we saw her.” Cooro loomed closer, and said, very seriously, “That’s called scent marking.”
“…Huhn.”
“Yep!” Cooro said, wriggling up to straddle Senri’s waist. Senri groaned, and swallowed down another growl, and tried very hard not to be distracted by Cooro’s cock, bobbing not too far from his face. His mouth went dry just at the sight of it, and he settled his hands on Cooro’s waist, careful with his claws, and waited for the rest of the explanation.
“So,” Cooro said, proudly, “I decided to beat her to it before she could really claim you. Now,” Cooro continued, “you’ll smell like me when we see her. See? Even your clothes will smell like us!”
“Hn.”
“Oh, no worries,” Cooro said, tickling Senri’s chest with his arm feathers. Senri fidgeted, slightly ticklish and eyeing the inky black feathers with a wild kind of wariness. Cooro grinned even harder, saying, “I know we won’t be seeing her until next week. I just thought that if we got started on this whole scent-marking business now, there’d be no way she could think you weren’t mine by the time we meet up.”
“Tch.” Senri thought about that for a moment, and figured that he possibly wouldn’t be able to stop blushing for a while around Rose, but also figured that if someone tried to take Cooro from him, there would be nothing else for him to do but to wrap the crow boy in his arms and possibly maim whoever tried to woo him, too. Senri was pretty sure that, if he complained, he was what was called a hypocrite.
And, well. Senri really didn’t mind the sex. At all.
With an awkward shrug of acceptance against the ground, Senri tugged Cooro further up his chest, until, if he strained, he could reach up and lap Cooro’s cock with his tongue. He smiled at the sound it drew from his mate, and decided that, yeah, it was definitely worth smelling like a brothel for, even if Rose did have tasty blood.
Author:
reversedhymnalRating: NC-17
Warnings: underaged boys having underaged sex, though I didn’t include their exact ages, so you can decide for yourself what you’re comfortable with, ♥ Also, hand job and some frottage and biting. And a teensy bit of wing play, XD; just a tiny bit.
Word count: 1,839
Prompt: +Anima, Cooro/Senri: Scent-marking - claw me, and I'll claw thee
Summary: Cooro stakes his claim
A/N: Sorry that this is so late, D: I just suck. I’d never written +Anima before, and this is the best I could do with the scent-marking business, since neither of these two actually do it naturally. Not like this at least. :D Oh. I. Kind of maybe forgot about the second half of the prompt. *cough* Maybe. <.< And, uh, just a forewarning: this fic. IS RIDICULOUS. YE BE WARNED. ♥♥
“I’m going to be selfish, okay?” Cooro was grinning as he said it, and Senri had to squint to see the younger boy’s eyes in the bright sun. The day was hot, but relatively pleasant, and Nana had, somehow, dragged Husky into the nearby village to go window-shopping. She wanted to get a present for Rose, who they were to be meeting in the next village over, and now it was just the two of them, on the edge of a pretty meadow between two gently rolling hills.
Senri shrugged, waiting.
“Awesome!” enthused Cooro, who bounded right up to Senri and sort of attached himself. Senri blinked, and looked down at the little crow +anima. Though… Huh. Cooro wasn’t as small as he used to be, once upon a time. Strange, how time had snuck up on Senri like that. Cooro was only a few years younger, and he was rapidly catching up with Senri’s height, if not his bulk.
A bird had to be thin, after all, and Cooro was whipcord thin, though leanly muscled. His eyes were bright in his dark face when he grinned up at Senri through messy bangs, his arms wrapped tight around the bear +anima’s chest. Then he cocked his head, and frowned mildly in thought.
“Aaaaaactually,” he said, “I think this would be easier if we were naked.”
“…Huhh,” said Senri, confused. Cooro just grinned at him; he quickly let go, and began shimmying out of his clothes, chucking random articles wherever was easiest for his arm to fling. Senri was relatively certain that Cooro’s pilot hat was caught up in the boughs of a tree some seven feet away, but he couldn’t tell for certain.
Senri was…a little distracted.
Cooro had most definitely grown up. In a multitude of ways. Huh.
“Well?” Cooro asked when he was done, all save the two feathers he’d braided into his hair. His markings were rich against his skin, and his braid – longer, now, than when they had first met – was flopped over one shoulder, skating down to tickle one dusty brown nipple. He fisted his hands onto his hips, beaming his usual bright, proud grin, and all Senri could do was raise his eyebrows and blink, very slowly.
He sort of wished he could see out of both his eyes.
Laughing, Cooro stepped back closer, and Senri couldn’t help taking a step back nervously. It made Cooro look back up at him, lock his dark brown eyes with Senri’s, and soften his grin into a smile, sweeter and more mature than his usual expression of impish, simple delight. It bespelled Senri long enough for Cooro to start at the laces of his clothing with quick, light fingers.
“Relax,” he said easily. “I’ve done this before. And I told you I was going to be selfish, remember? No stopping now! Just trust me, okay?”
Senri sighed, watching Cooro with a half curious, half nervous eye. At Cooro’s urging, he stepped out of his moccasins, and the crow boy knelt naked in the grass and the sunlight to undo the clasps on his shin and knee guards. They fell with soft sounds to the ground, and his sword followed, and then it was out of his leggings, and he raised his arms at Cooro’s insistent urging, and in a quick, slightly tangled rush of deer skin, Senri was naked, save for the patch over his one eye.
“There,” Cooro said with a satisfied look. “That’s better.”
And then he attached himself once more, like a limpet. Senri sucked in a breath, and reached down to try and pick Cooro up and deposit him elsewhere, and not so…close. He found, with a certain amount of surprise, that he couldn’t.
“Not a chance, Senri,” Cooro said, eyes bright and determined and serious. Senri felt his breath catch again, watching him. Cooro was usually so cheerful and silly, it was sometimes a shock when he slipped so easily away from it. “I told you,” he said, “I’m being selfish. You said I could!”
“…” said Senri.
“Well,” the crow amended with a charmingly sheepish grin, “close enough.”
And then he wriggled, and Senri blushed so hard he thought his face would catch fire. “Gah!” he said, and tried to back away, except that Cooro was quick enough to entangle their legs, and instead Senri fell to the ground with an oof.
“Don’t get me wrong,” Cooro was saying, sprawled out over Senri. He was writhing against him languidly, rubbing his skin sweetly against Senri’s, and already Senri was beginning to sweat, from the heat of the sun, and the heat that was coming from inside of him, at the friction, at the feel, at the sight and smell of Cooro. Senri swallowed a growl, and fisted his fingers in the grass, glaring through his rumpled bangs.
Cooro smiled, and leaned up to rub his face against Senri’s neck. He smelled amazing, like sun and wind and feathers and musk. “I like Rose and all,” he said between tiny licks to Senri’s neck. It sent goose bumbs all over Senri, and this time the bear +anima couldn’t swallow down his growl, and Cooro paused for a second, and Senri sighed in relief, thinking, finally. He’s come to his senses.
Cooro hadn’t, though. Instead, he licked a long, lingering swathe back up Senri’s neck, ending with a light nip at his jaw, and Senri growled again, a low rumble deep in his chest, and Cooro shivered, grinning up at him. “You taste good,” he teased, and then dipped back down, still sprawled over Senri.
Senri stared at him blankly for a moment, until he was thoroughly distracted by teeth around his nipple, and then, well. He was still a teenager, and it wasn’t like he could do much to deter Cooro, now that his mind was made. Senri shuddered, long and slow, and arched up against him, rubbing his body against Cooro’s, pleased when Cooro gave a soft, sweet moan.
Senri could feel the crow boy hard against his thigh, which he quickly straddled, mouthing along Senri’s scars. They were surprisingly sensitive, and Senri gave a quiet, choked gasp when Cooro nipped lightly along the hard ridges. He brought up one hand, threaded his fingers tight in Cooro’s hair.
Cooro was rubbing against him, and his scent was over whelming, a blazing heat that ran through Senri’s senses, clouding his mind. He was growling almost nonstop, by then, and the hand he had carefully left at his side pulsed, and grew fur and claws. Cooro shivered over him, sliding one hand down Senri’s stomach, to his cock, and fisting it there. The angle was a little awkward, but Cooro got the hang of it quickly, sliding up and down on precome, fast and impatient and teasing, rolling his palm over the head and then squeezing down at the base.
There was a rustle and a flutter, and Senri hadn’t realized he’d closed his eyes until he opened them, to see Cooro’s wings arching wide and dark over them, blocking out the sun. They were pretty, beautiful, and Senri released Cooro’s hair to fist his fingers in the downy soft feathers at the base of his wings. Cooro cried out, arching, humping against his leg even wilder. He bit at Senri, no longer delicate and teasing. They were hard, demanding bites, and Senri felt heat and want spike through him at each sharp pain.
And then Cooro came, and bit down hard enough to bleed him, right beneath his scars, and Senri choked out, “C-Cooro,” and came as well.
When Senri came to, he was sticky, and hot, and breathing heavily. There was a weight on his chest, and he was in the shade, and feeling very, very languidly lovely. Senri cracked open his eye, and saw Cooro’s bright brown ones grinning at him. His wings were still arched high overhead, and he was lying on Senri’s chest.
Taking a deep breath, Senri wasn’t certain whether to blush or growl in satisfaction at the scent. It smelled overwhelmingly of them and sex. He shifted, realized with a startled blink that they had fucked on his clothing, and resigned himself to smelling like crow and come for a while.
Cooro looked far too pleased with himself.
“What?” Senri asked, glaring suspiciously once more. Cooro ducked his head a little sheepishly, and pressed his fingers against his bite wound. Senri hissed, and twitched a little when his dick jumped with renewed interest. He blushed, and silently cursed his teenaged body. Cooro was looking overly pleased once more.
“Well, you see,” Cooro said, “I really like you. And I really like Rose, too, but not how I like you. And I don’t want you to like Rose the way I like you, even though I’m pretty sure she likes you the way I like you. And she’s a cat, you know? I don’t know if you noticed, Senri, but she was rubbing up against you last time we saw her.” Cooro loomed closer, and said, very seriously, “That’s called scent marking.”
“…Huhn.”
“Yep!” Cooro said, wriggling up to straddle Senri’s waist. Senri groaned, and swallowed down another growl, and tried very hard not to be distracted by Cooro’s cock, bobbing not too far from his face. His mouth went dry just at the sight of it, and he settled his hands on Cooro’s waist, careful with his claws, and waited for the rest of the explanation.
“So,” Cooro said, proudly, “I decided to beat her to it before she could really claim you. Now,” Cooro continued, “you’ll smell like me when we see her. See? Even your clothes will smell like us!”
“Hn.”
“Oh, no worries,” Cooro said, tickling Senri’s chest with his arm feathers. Senri fidgeted, slightly ticklish and eyeing the inky black feathers with a wild kind of wariness. Cooro grinned even harder, saying, “I know we won’t be seeing her until next week. I just thought that if we got started on this whole scent-marking business now, there’d be no way she could think you weren’t mine by the time we meet up.”
“Tch.” Senri thought about that for a moment, and figured that he possibly wouldn’t be able to stop blushing for a while around Rose, but also figured that if someone tried to take Cooro from him, there would be nothing else for him to do but to wrap the crow boy in his arms and possibly maim whoever tried to woo him, too. Senri was pretty sure that, if he complained, he was what was called a hypocrite.
And, well. Senri really didn’t mind the sex. At all.
With an awkward shrug of acceptance against the ground, Senri tugged Cooro further up his chest, until, if he strained, he could reach up and lap Cooro’s cock with his tongue. He smiled at the sound it drew from his mate, and decided that, yeah, it was definitely worth smelling like a brothel for, even if Rose did have tasty blood.
thank you!
He shifted, realized with a startled blink that they had fucked on his clothing, and resigned himself to smelling like crow and come for a while.
YES.
Cooro ducked his head a little sheepishly, and pressed his fingers against his bite wound. Senri hissed, and twitched a little when his dick jumped with renewed interest.
MORE YES.
no subject
no subject
THANK YOU!
Also, that was hot. And I loved how you wrote both of them XD
(Senri so clueless and Cooro teasing and with still a tinge of boyish innocence even in that situation... Awesome)