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metamorphosis2010-11-14 10:19 pm
flair) wrote in metamorphosis2010-11-14 10:19 pm
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Title: Orders
Characters: Orcelito, Kiliko
Rating: R. NSFW at all.
Guh what am I doing. For Kazu. I'm sorry if it's horrible.
Kiliko's undressing Orcelito one night for bed when suddenly, the Crown Prince's hand grabs his. They hold hands for a moment (a split, burning second), and Orcelito replaces it on his shoulder, guiding the hand to push down his shirt and reveal bare skin. Kiliko's transfixed for that second, then closes his eyes and tries to pull his hand away.
Orcelito's grip tightens, and Kiliko pauses. He has a feeling his Highness wants to see how far he'd go for him, and when Orcelito commands him to kiss him, he does. He ladels them on graciously, pouring over neck and shoulder, relishing the gentle thrum of a pulse under his lips when he pauses below Orcelito's ear; it's quick, surprised, and Kiliko immediately uses this distraction to pull away. He steps away, looking (for all the world) as calm as a bird by a stream; Orcelito's the one with the wide eyes and thundering chest, and Kiliko can almost imagine hearing the heartbeat drum into the air.
"Must I go to such lengths to procure your trust in me, Prince Orcelito?"
"I want to know that if I ask you to stop, then you will."
"And ordering me to kiss you is part of this?"
Orcelito purses his lips, slips his shirt off, and crawls into bed. Kiliko takes a seat beside him on it, looking down in a mixture of barely-concealed amusement and faked concern; the prince grits his teeth, and reaches up to carress his attendant's face.
"Yes."
Kiliko complies again, if only for the unspoken order; this time, he doesn't stop as soon as he feels the quickened pulse. If anything, he goes faster, until the proud, fierce prince is quaking under his fingertips, and both of them have discarded their clothes.
On Orcelito's orders, of course. Everything is as he orders, even through hard breaths; his voice stays firm, if wavering from a lack of air that isn't from Kiliko's own mouth, as he instructs Kiliko how to fuck him. Perhaps that's what Kiliko likes so much about this faux-puppet he's agreed to work with; the determination for what he wants, and how far he'll go to reach it.
Characters: Orcelito, Kiliko
Rating: R. NSFW at all.
Guh what am I doing. For Kazu. I'm sorry if it's horrible.
Kiliko's undressing Orcelito one night for bed when suddenly, the Crown Prince's hand grabs his. They hold hands for a moment (a split, burning second), and Orcelito replaces it on his shoulder, guiding the hand to push down his shirt and reveal bare skin. Kiliko's transfixed for that second, then closes his eyes and tries to pull his hand away.
Orcelito's grip tightens, and Kiliko pauses. He has a feeling his Highness wants to see how far he'd go for him, and when Orcelito commands him to kiss him, he does. He ladels them on graciously, pouring over neck and shoulder, relishing the gentle thrum of a pulse under his lips when he pauses below Orcelito's ear; it's quick, surprised, and Kiliko immediately uses this distraction to pull away. He steps away, looking (for all the world) as calm as a bird by a stream; Orcelito's the one with the wide eyes and thundering chest, and Kiliko can almost imagine hearing the heartbeat drum into the air.
"Must I go to such lengths to procure your trust in me, Prince Orcelito?"
"I want to know that if I ask you to stop, then you will."
"And ordering me to kiss you is part of this?"
Orcelito purses his lips, slips his shirt off, and crawls into bed. Kiliko takes a seat beside him on it, looking down in a mixture of barely-concealed amusement and faked concern; the prince grits his teeth, and reaches up to carress his attendant's face.
"Yes."
Kiliko complies again, if only for the unspoken order; this time, he doesn't stop as soon as he feels the quickened pulse. If anything, he goes faster, until the proud, fierce prince is quaking under his fingertips, and both of them have discarded their clothes.
On Orcelito's orders, of course. Everything is as he orders, even through hard breaths; his voice stays firm, if wavering from a lack of air that isn't from Kiliko's own mouth, as he instructs Kiliko how to fuck him. Perhaps that's what Kiliko likes so much about this faux-puppet he's agreed to work with; the determination for what he wants, and how far he'll go to reach it.