Kyou Kara Maou (Conrad/Shori)
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Title: Walk-In Closet
Author:
worblehat
Fandom: Kyou Kara Maou
Pairing: Conrad/Shori
Rating: NC-17
Prompt: Kyou Kara Maou, Conrad/Shori: Caught masturbating - "Body and beats/I stain my sheets/I don't even know why"
Word Count: 761
The others are downstairs when Shori walks to his room, closing the door behind him and sighing. Being around Conrad is tiring, especially when he's challenging Shori's knowledge about what's safe. He doesn't like the way Conrad's eyes fix on him, as if measuring up for weakness. It doesn't bother him, but he doesn't like it. He doesn't like the warm eyes that seem distantly cold, the smile and tone that lean close to Yuuri, whispering and confiding.
He walks towards his bed, looking down at the sheets and closing his eyes, willing the familiar tension spreading outward from his stomach to dissipate; but it stays and he sighs, tugging his shirt over his head before lying down on his bed, above the covers, placing his glasses on the bedside table. His hand rests on his stomach, a last chance for his body to stop. He manages to unbutton the top of his trousers, fingers sliding beneath the thin fabric of his boxers, around hot, solid length.
Shori doesn't try to control his mind during times like these. But his eyes widen when Conrad comes into focus - shirtless, leaning down over him. He begins to feel angry at himself, momentarily stopping in protest. When his eyes close again, Conrad is still there, one hand wrapped around Yuuri, whispering in his ear as he looks at Shori, eyes narrowed and cold in a way that makes Shori feel absolutely small. His hand starts up again as he forcefully silences the voice in the back of his mind that shouts this is wrong.
"This is what you do when you get angry?" asks a voice to his left. Shori's eyes open but they're still blurred without his glasses and it's difficult to tell in the darkness of his room. It isn't until the other speaks again that Shori removes his hand, placing it on his stomach again and glaring at Conrad.
"Don't you knock," he asks, voice monotone and laced with an undercurrent of anger.
"Your mother sent me to check up on you," says Conrad, his usual pleasantness fading with each sentence. "She wants to know if you're okay."
"I'm fine."
Shori blinks when the lower half of the bed sinks down. He can see movement but he can't tell what's going on until he sees something drop to the floor - something that looks light brown. He hears a sword follow, and then boots.
"What are you doing?" he finally thinks to ask.
Conrad is leaning over him, his eyes visible as he lowers his head, close to Shori's. "You're intelligent," he says, voice low. "Figure it out."
Shori doesn't have time to utter a retort when Conrad bypasses his hand to slide his own down Shori's trousers, wrapping firmly around his cock and stroking. Shori's hand feels empty so he grabs Conrad's free arm - the one that isn't causing his heart rate to speed up in anticipation. He breathes in short, hurried breaths but somehow he can still smell Conrad, all cleanliness and quiet cologne. Conrad kisses the side of his mouth, chuckling when Shori hisses - annoyed at how soft Conrad is and how good it feels.
Conrad bites his lip, teases the skin between shoulder and neck - biting a little harder when Shori comes, wet and thin across his stomach. He begins to pull back but Shori is still holding onto one arm, grip clenching when Conrad looks at him questioningly.
"I won't be the only one," he growls before turning over, pinning Conrad beneath him.
"The only one to what?" asks Conrad, his eyes a mix of confusion and amusement.
"To lose," says Shori, quickly undoing the thick belt buckle and running his hands down Conrad's chest. He still can't see very well but when he slides lower on the bed, his head resting just near Conrad's thigh, he doesn't miss the surprised look on Conrad's face - the "o" of shock, following by a sharp intake of breath when he licks the top of Conrad's cock.
"There's a difference between you and me, Shori," says Conrad as he leans back, slipping his hand softly through Shori's hair as Shori's mouth widens, sliding around Conrad's cock, taking more of him in. He can't ask what but Conrad doesn't wait long before explaining; fingers curling in Shori's hair, pulling him down lower as he thrusts into the wetness of his mouth, moaning as he comes inside his mouth, wet spurts falling against Shori's throat.
Conrad smiles with closed eyes. "I don't mind losing once in a while."
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Fandom: Kyou Kara Maou
Pairing: Conrad/Shori
Rating: NC-17
Prompt: Kyou Kara Maou, Conrad/Shori: Caught masturbating - "Body and beats/I stain my sheets/I don't even know why"
Word Count: 761
The others are downstairs when Shori walks to his room, closing the door behind him and sighing. Being around Conrad is tiring, especially when he's challenging Shori's knowledge about what's safe. He doesn't like the way Conrad's eyes fix on him, as if measuring up for weakness. It doesn't bother him, but he doesn't like it. He doesn't like the warm eyes that seem distantly cold, the smile and tone that lean close to Yuuri, whispering and confiding.
He walks towards his bed, looking down at the sheets and closing his eyes, willing the familiar tension spreading outward from his stomach to dissipate; but it stays and he sighs, tugging his shirt over his head before lying down on his bed, above the covers, placing his glasses on the bedside table. His hand rests on his stomach, a last chance for his body to stop. He manages to unbutton the top of his trousers, fingers sliding beneath the thin fabric of his boxers, around hot, solid length.
Shori doesn't try to control his mind during times like these. But his eyes widen when Conrad comes into focus - shirtless, leaning down over him. He begins to feel angry at himself, momentarily stopping in protest. When his eyes close again, Conrad is still there, one hand wrapped around Yuuri, whispering in his ear as he looks at Shori, eyes narrowed and cold in a way that makes Shori feel absolutely small. His hand starts up again as he forcefully silences the voice in the back of his mind that shouts this is wrong.
"This is what you do when you get angry?" asks a voice to his left. Shori's eyes open but they're still blurred without his glasses and it's difficult to tell in the darkness of his room. It isn't until the other speaks again that Shori removes his hand, placing it on his stomach again and glaring at Conrad.
"Don't you knock," he asks, voice monotone and laced with an undercurrent of anger.
"Your mother sent me to check up on you," says Conrad, his usual pleasantness fading with each sentence. "She wants to know if you're okay."
"I'm fine."
Shori blinks when the lower half of the bed sinks down. He can see movement but he can't tell what's going on until he sees something drop to the floor - something that looks light brown. He hears a sword follow, and then boots.
"What are you doing?" he finally thinks to ask.
Conrad is leaning over him, his eyes visible as he lowers his head, close to Shori's. "You're intelligent," he says, voice low. "Figure it out."
Shori doesn't have time to utter a retort when Conrad bypasses his hand to slide his own down Shori's trousers, wrapping firmly around his cock and stroking. Shori's hand feels empty so he grabs Conrad's free arm - the one that isn't causing his heart rate to speed up in anticipation. He breathes in short, hurried breaths but somehow he can still smell Conrad, all cleanliness and quiet cologne. Conrad kisses the side of his mouth, chuckling when Shori hisses - annoyed at how soft Conrad is and how good it feels.
Conrad bites his lip, teases the skin between shoulder and neck - biting a little harder when Shori comes, wet and thin across his stomach. He begins to pull back but Shori is still holding onto one arm, grip clenching when Conrad looks at him questioningly.
"I won't be the only one," he growls before turning over, pinning Conrad beneath him.
"The only one to what?" asks Conrad, his eyes a mix of confusion and amusement.
"To lose," says Shori, quickly undoing the thick belt buckle and running his hands down Conrad's chest. He still can't see very well but when he slides lower on the bed, his head resting just near Conrad's thigh, he doesn't miss the surprised look on Conrad's face - the "o" of shock, following by a sharp intake of breath when he licks the top of Conrad's cock.
"There's a difference between you and me, Shori," says Conrad as he leans back, slipping his hand softly through Shori's hair as Shori's mouth widens, sliding around Conrad's cock, taking more of him in. He can't ask what but Conrad doesn't wait long before explaining; fingers curling in Shori's hair, pulling him down lower as he thrusts into the wetness of his mouth, moaning as he comes inside his mouth, wet spurts falling against Shori's throat.
Conrad smiles with closed eyes. "I don't mind losing once in a while."
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Date: 2007-07-24 10:22 am (UTC)I liked the distrust, the tension, the way Conrad seems not quite right to Shori, the "I don't mind losing".
Awesomely hot. :D
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Date: 2007-07-25 08:23 pm (UTC)Thanks again! Really appreciate the feedback. ♥
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Date: 2007-07-27 11:27 pm (UTC)Consho ♥
I'm sorry, I'm incoherent at finding one of my fave pairings. I'll review properly tomorrow
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Date: 2007-12-09 09:44 pm (UTC)That was HOT! Loved it!
~m
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Date: 2007-12-10 12:13 am (UTC)Thanks so much! Glad you liked it.
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Date: 2010-01-19 12:25 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-01-20 03:45 pm (UTC)Thanks for the kind review! Glad you enjoyed it. :)