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metamorphosis2011-01-23 03:49 pm
flair) wrote in metamorphosis2011-01-23 03:49 pm
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Title: gumdrops and roses
Characters: Belca, Eco
Rating: PG-14
Something I meant to finish and post but never got around to it because I didn't really like it. A little better and a little more finished this time around. Compared to my other smuts, this one's... very light, actually.
It starts with a kiss and escalates rapidly, with Eco underneath him and guiding him and grinding him and sweet talking him all at the same time. Belca tries to keep up; he's messily pushing up Eco's shirt to get at the skin underneath when Eco laughs, and he can feel it thrum between the ribs under his fingers.
"Don't rush it, okay? Go slowly and do what feels natural."
It doesn't feel natural, that's the point, but Belca doesn't answer; he just flushes, frowns, and tries to emulate Eco. A kiss on the forehead, to the cheek, down the neck and -- he pauses at the ribbon, not sure what to do, until he works it off with his teeth and Eco's all heaving bosom and breath. He grabs it with his fingertips and slips it away, drops it to the side and hesitates.
Eco pulls him down and kisses him, breaks it a little, just enough space and air to whisper a few words of wisdom that, he's sure, he'll never have to use.
"Don't hesitate."
And then -- he closes his eyes and sits up just enough for Belca to reach back, pull the red ribbon free of its bow, and tangle his fingers in the long blond hair. It's longer than he expected it to be, but not by much, and he runs his fingers through it. Eco gives an impatient jerk upwards, and Belca tries not to smirk.
"Don't rush it, okay?"
Eco slips his arms around Belca's neck and laughs - "Don't use my words against me," is the tease that comes next - and closes his eyes. A second of hesitation, then Eco feels something wrapping around his head and when he opens his eyes, he can't see anything. It's more than a little disorienting, especially when he can feel Belca right on top of him, but can't see or hear him. He guesses the latter is because he has nothing to say, and the former's the makeshift blindfold, and he doesn't like it one bit -- until he feels Belca's hands ghosting over his skin and lifting up his shirt, feels the cold air rush against it and the hot breath that invades after. Unlike Eco, Belca doesn't talk much; that's alright, because his body does the talking for him.
Eco, on the other hand (the far left one, so far you'd think it wouldn't even connect), vocalizes everything. Within five minutes, Belca knows where to touch and how to do it, and tears stain the blindfold because it's getting painful now, this exploration. Belca hesitates on relieving it (how did one go about it?) until Eco catches his breath (and his heart and his head and his mind and about fifty other things he's lost in the span of a minute) and quietly instructs him how to do it. It really isn't any different than what he's tried on himself, Belca decides, and Eco's content to let the handjob go as it does, and when it's through and Eco's flushed and trying to worm himself under the blankets, Belca removes the blindfold and tangles his fingers in the hair again.
He wants to say something, but he can't figure out what, and before he can, Eco's already sleepily muttering.
"You need more practice for next time, Belca."
"There's not going to be a next time, Eco."
Eco snakes his hand up and grabs Belca's wrist, presses a kiss to the inside of it and smiles against the skin, lips vibrating with a hummed tune. He pulls the blanket over the both of them this time, pulling the prince closer and shaking his head. Amusement covers his tone, and Belca scowls a little more at his reply.
“Yes, Your Highness.”
Characters: Belca, Eco
Rating: PG-14
Something I meant to finish and post but never got around to it because I didn't really like it. A little better and a little more finished this time around. Compared to my other smuts, this one's... very light, actually.
It starts with a kiss and escalates rapidly, with Eco underneath him and guiding him and grinding him and sweet talking him all at the same time. Belca tries to keep up; he's messily pushing up Eco's shirt to get at the skin underneath when Eco laughs, and he can feel it thrum between the ribs under his fingers.
"Don't rush it, okay? Go slowly and do what feels natural."
It doesn't feel natural, that's the point, but Belca doesn't answer; he just flushes, frowns, and tries to emulate Eco. A kiss on the forehead, to the cheek, down the neck and -- he pauses at the ribbon, not sure what to do, until he works it off with his teeth and Eco's all heaving bosom and breath. He grabs it with his fingertips and slips it away, drops it to the side and hesitates.
Eco pulls him down and kisses him, breaks it a little, just enough space and air to whisper a few words of wisdom that, he's sure, he'll never have to use.
"Don't hesitate."
And then -- he closes his eyes and sits up just enough for Belca to reach back, pull the red ribbon free of its bow, and tangle his fingers in the long blond hair. It's longer than he expected it to be, but not by much, and he runs his fingers through it. Eco gives an impatient jerk upwards, and Belca tries not to smirk.
"Don't rush it, okay?"
Eco slips his arms around Belca's neck and laughs - "Don't use my words against me," is the tease that comes next - and closes his eyes. A second of hesitation, then Eco feels something wrapping around his head and when he opens his eyes, he can't see anything. It's more than a little disorienting, especially when he can feel Belca right on top of him, but can't see or hear him. He guesses the latter is because he has nothing to say, and the former's the makeshift blindfold, and he doesn't like it one bit -- until he feels Belca's hands ghosting over his skin and lifting up his shirt, feels the cold air rush against it and the hot breath that invades after. Unlike Eco, Belca doesn't talk much; that's alright, because his body does the talking for him.
Eco, on the other hand (the far left one, so far you'd think it wouldn't even connect), vocalizes everything. Within five minutes, Belca knows where to touch and how to do it, and tears stain the blindfold because it's getting painful now, this exploration. Belca hesitates on relieving it (how did one go about it?) until Eco catches his breath (and his heart and his head and his mind and about fifty other things he's lost in the span of a minute) and quietly instructs him how to do it. It really isn't any different than what he's tried on himself, Belca decides, and Eco's content to let the handjob go as it does, and when it's through and Eco's flushed and trying to worm himself under the blankets, Belca removes the blindfold and tangles his fingers in the hair again.
He wants to say something, but he can't figure out what, and before he can, Eco's already sleepily muttering.
"You need more practice for next time, Belca."
"There's not going to be a next time, Eco."
Eco snakes his hand up and grabs Belca's wrist, presses a kiss to the inside of it and smiles against the skin, lips vibrating with a hummed tune. He pulls the blanket over the both of them this time, pulling the prince closer and shaking his head. Amusement covers his tone, and Belca scowls a little more at his reply.
“Yes, Your Highness.”