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writetomyheart2020-06-23 11:04 pm
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[team two] taboo
Firstly...Hello and welcome back everyone in the new Team Two! I'm excited to be back as captain but please do bear with me as the first few weeks may be a little turbulent with me going back to work (timing, am I right?).
Just a few notes for anyone that skimmed the new line up post by our wonderful mods, there is now a discord server for Shiritori - I'm not currently on discord but will be looking into signing up once I have chance to breathe. And with a view to help with viewing things on discord, rather than putting pairing/rating/wordcount/warning in the cut text, please put this info in the body of text before the cut as I have done here (come on Eru, lead by example).
I think that's all I have to say, the mods have passed on everyones contact details and poking preferences. So now fic...
With everything that's been going on with Tegoshi and stuff lately I haven't been able to write anything new (my head is just a mess - TIMING, am I right?). But here is an old drabble that I started probably years ago have finally finished off because I miss KyoYasu so freaking much T_T
Kyomoto Taiga x Yasui Kentaro;PG-13; ~
Taiga gasps as his head is yanked back by his hair. It’s a pleasured gasp, a desperate one that he’s not proud to have uttered. His fingers scramble for purchase around Yasui’s, trying to pry them away from his long ponytail because he’s just had it re-oiled up into a topknot. Yasui just grins something crooked and dangerous as he tightens his fingers and tugs Taiga’s hair again.
His head falls back, and Yasui’s mouth finds his neck, biting as much as kissing it as he makes his way across Taiga’s collarbones to the edge of his kimono.
“Not here.” Taiga gasps, as Yasui’s hand moves to the fastening of his kimono. “If Taisuke-san finds us he’ll kill us both.”
Taiga’s master, Fujigaya Taisuke, is just upstairs. Taiga is painfully aware of it every second that Yasui’s hands are on him. He’s upstairs in a discussion with Yasui’s master. The difference in their situation is that Yasui was an orphan, taken in and raised by a blacksmith, whereas Taiga is the only child of a noble family, currently in the training of one of the most revered samurai in Edo.
“That lazy ass-hole?” Yasui scoffs. “You could slice him in half before he even raises his sword”
“Are you crazy?” Taiga hisses. “Even if I could…there are six retainers waiting right outside.”
“Iwamoto and his men?” Yasui laughs back and Taiga narrows his eyes at Yasui’s lack of respect. “You could take them blindfolded.”
Taiga gasps as Yasui’s free hand moves to the sloping line of his kimono, wrenching it apart to move his lips down. Yasui’s lips burn his chest, leaving trails of lava over his skin as Yasui’s breath puffs out against it, all heat and moisture and desperation.
“We can’t” Taiga tells him, pulling against Yasui’s hold and halting Yasui's free hand which is now sliding around behind him, fiddling with his obi again. “We’ll be caught.”
“I told you, I’m not afraid of them.” Yasui whispers against Taiga’s flesh, making it break out in goose-pimples. “Not with you here.”
The top step creaks. Taiga is surprised that he hears it above the sound of his beating heart. He pushes Yasui back enough to get his attention and for a moment Yasui’s eyes look at him fiercely, challenging. Taisuke is his master though, he’d have to commit seppuku for his treachery, so Taiga reluctantly pries Yasui’s fingers from his hair and pushes him back.
“Tonight.” Yasui commands and something ignites low in Taiga’s stomach, excitement maybe, fear…desire.
“I’ll try but...”
Yasui's hand clamps over his mouth to halt his words. “You will” and then Taiga is suddenly grateful for the hand over his mouth as it muffles the moan that tears out unexpectedly when Yasui's hand sneaks beneath the layers of his kimono to stroke him directly. “Tonight.”
He pulls away just in time for the door to the workshop to open, revealing Taisuke and Yasui's master Ueda. Taiga bows lowly to Taisuke as he fixes his clothing, but Yasui remains standing, impertinent.
“Taiga.” Taisuke says, beckoning him to the door. As they walk back out into the street to the carriage that's awaiting them, he places a hand lightly on Taiga's cheek. “Your skin is flushed.”
Taiga swallows hard. “The furnace was very hot.”
Taisuke doesn't miss a beat. “So was the blacksmith boy.”
“I hadn't noticed.” Taiga says as dismissively as he can. “He's really quite rude.”
“I'm sure.”
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Good luck!!
Just a few notes for anyone that skimmed the new line up post by our wonderful mods, there is now a discord server for Shiritori - I'm not currently on discord but will be looking into signing up once I have chance to breathe. And with a view to help with viewing things on discord, rather than putting pairing/rating/wordcount/warning in the cut text, please put this info in the body of text before the cut as I have done here (come on Eru, lead by example).
I think that's all I have to say, the mods have passed on everyones contact details and poking preferences. So now fic...
With everything that's been going on with Tegoshi and stuff lately I haven't been able to write anything new (my head is just a mess - TIMING, am I right?). But here is an old drabble that I started probably years ago have finally finished off because I miss KyoYasu so freaking much T_T
Kyomoto Taiga x Yasui Kentaro;PG-13; ~
Taiga gasps as his head is yanked back by his hair. It’s a pleasured gasp, a desperate one that he’s not proud to have uttered. His fingers scramble for purchase around Yasui’s, trying to pry them away from his long ponytail because he’s just had it re-oiled up into a topknot. Yasui just grins something crooked and dangerous as he tightens his fingers and tugs Taiga’s hair again.
His head falls back, and Yasui’s mouth finds his neck, biting as much as kissing it as he makes his way across Taiga’s collarbones to the edge of his kimono.
“Not here.” Taiga gasps, as Yasui’s hand moves to the fastening of his kimono. “If Taisuke-san finds us he’ll kill us both.”
Taiga’s master, Fujigaya Taisuke, is just upstairs. Taiga is painfully aware of it every second that Yasui’s hands are on him. He’s upstairs in a discussion with Yasui’s master. The difference in their situation is that Yasui was an orphan, taken in and raised by a blacksmith, whereas Taiga is the only child of a noble family, currently in the training of one of the most revered samurai in Edo.
“That lazy ass-hole?” Yasui scoffs. “You could slice him in half before he even raises his sword”
“Are you crazy?” Taiga hisses. “Even if I could…there are six retainers waiting right outside.”
“Iwamoto and his men?” Yasui laughs back and Taiga narrows his eyes at Yasui’s lack of respect. “You could take them blindfolded.”
Taiga gasps as Yasui’s free hand moves to the sloping line of his kimono, wrenching it apart to move his lips down. Yasui’s lips burn his chest, leaving trails of lava over his skin as Yasui’s breath puffs out against it, all heat and moisture and desperation.
“We can’t” Taiga tells him, pulling against Yasui’s hold and halting Yasui's free hand which is now sliding around behind him, fiddling with his obi again. “We’ll be caught.”
“I told you, I’m not afraid of them.” Yasui whispers against Taiga’s flesh, making it break out in goose-pimples. “Not with you here.”
The top step creaks. Taiga is surprised that he hears it above the sound of his beating heart. He pushes Yasui back enough to get his attention and for a moment Yasui’s eyes look at him fiercely, challenging. Taisuke is his master though, he’d have to commit seppuku for his treachery, so Taiga reluctantly pries Yasui’s fingers from his hair and pushes him back.
“Tonight.” Yasui commands and something ignites low in Taiga’s stomach, excitement maybe, fear…desire.
“I’ll try but...”
Yasui's hand clamps over his mouth to halt his words. “You will” and then Taiga is suddenly grateful for the hand over his mouth as it muffles the moan that tears out unexpectedly when Yasui's hand sneaks beneath the layers of his kimono to stroke him directly. “Tonight.”
He pulls away just in time for the door to the workshop to open, revealing Taisuke and Yasui's master Ueda. Taiga bows lowly to Taisuke as he fixes his clothing, but Yasui remains standing, impertinent.
“Taiga.” Taisuke says, beckoning him to the door. As they walk back out into the street to the carriage that's awaiting them, he places a hand lightly on Taiga's cheek. “Your skin is flushed.”
Taiga swallows hard. “The furnace was very hot.”
Taisuke doesn't miss a beat. “So was the blacksmith boy.”
“I hadn't noticed.” Taiga says as dismissively as he can. “He's really quite rude.”
“I'm sure.”
It's your turn
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