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metamorphosis2011-01-23 03:57 pm
flair) wrote in metamorphosis2011-01-23 03:57 pm
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Title: Throat
Characters: Eco, Belca
Rating: R
For some reason, when I started this fic, I never finished it. So I finished it, and here it is. Halfway down the line this got really awful.
Someone once said a kiss was like a gift; special with wrapping, intimate and sweet. The best part about a gift is giving it, to see a person's face light up when they see what it is. A kiss is a gift unwrapped, and a person's face flushes red instead of lighting up, and this person looks irritated at it, too, and he can't help but breathe a laugh and curl his fingers into the dark hair at the back of his partner in crime's head.
"It wasn't so bad."
Belca scowls and closes his eyes; he can feel Eco's eyes watching him, prodding him, measuring, and he shakes his head. It was-- he didn't know what it was, exactly, and it's weird to think about for too long, but he's not allowed to think about it because, when he doesn't immediately reply, Eco kisses him again and it's sort of sweet, he guesses, just a little, like peppermint and sage sweet, a little herby and a little cool. And he doesn't immediately pull away because if he closes his eyes, he doesn't have to know it's Eco, but that all goes to hell the moment he feels a tongue pressed to his lips and he reluctantly (not shyly, not shyly) lets it in.
Eco has a field day. He explores what he can reach with his tongue, and on the outside, with his hands. He's a little more experienced than him, Belca realizes, a little more knowledgeable about this sort of thing, and the bard definitely uses it to his advantage. Every touch has a purpose, and it sends tingles down his spine, snaking down his arms and making his fingers curl at his sides. He lets Eco lead him to the bed, sits beside him and he's lost in it; his mind is wandering, concentrating on everything but the kiss, and maybe he should be paying a little more attention to the attention the bard's giving him.
One, two, three; the buttons on his shirt slowly undo themselves and he feels it slip from his shoulders; shudders as cold air hits his chest and throat, opens his eyes to watch Eco work though his hazy mind and suddenly, suddenly he realizes what's happening and he-- he doesn't push away. He doesn't invite it to go on, but he doesn't discourage it. Eco breaks the kiss anyways, seeing his eyes are open, and breathes hard in the miniscule space between them. He can smell peppermint leaves and snow on Eco's breath, and he pushes it out of his mind when Eco murmurs,
"It wasn't bad, was it?"
And Belca doesn't know how to respond, for a second, just like before, but he dumbly manages to mutter,
"This isn't--"
"-- Right?"
Belca flounders as Eco hums inquisitively and writes words on the smooth skin. He has a feeling Eco won't let him to the same thing - he doesn't know why, but he relies on this hunch and keeps his fingers to himself. Once this has been silently established, Eco moves and kisses all the skin he can reach. It feels – heavy, like if the pit of your stomach suddenly dropped and tingles radiated from where it used to be straight down to the tip of your toes. It's mildly uncomfortable and makes Belca squirm; it's mildly uncomfortable and Eco doesn't stop, not until he's out of breath and hovering over the knob of Belca's right hip. Belca breathes easier and easier as the activity slows, and he's left staring up at the ceiling; by now, he's laid down, pushed and coaxed slowly by Eco's descent. A final kiss to his hip and he crosses to the other side, crab-walks his tongue and crisscrosses between the hem of his pants and his belly button until he's working his way up Belca's left side, and ends comfortably at the nape of his neck, chin against his collarbone and hands pressed to either side of his chest. Quiet, quiet; Eco's breath rushes in and out, catching up with the rest of him, and fingers make delicate work the buttons on Belca's pants. One, two, three, and Eco makes his way back down, tugs down his underwear just enough, and takes him in as far as he can.
Belca's breath hitches, tears from his throat, and he jerks his hips up. Eco coughs around it and heaves himself up a little higher until he can get his hands around Belca's hips and shove them back down. A two second breather and Eco's back in the game, grip a little tight and a little controlling, and Belca squeezes his eyes shut.
“Eco, just--”
No verbal reply, but Eco's half-crescent moons left over from where his fingernails were pressing are answer enough and they sting in the air, but it's nothing compared to the painful slowness of Eco's mouth. Tongue against his cock, breathing easy through his nose, lips locked and teeth scraping against every electric nerve available, taking his dear sweet time and Belca's hand is clamped over his mouth at this point, the other scrambling to help him sit up enough to be stable and tug at Eco's hair, twisting his fingers in the blond tangles and hissing between his teeth.
“Hurry, will you? I don't-- want--”
A sudden, quick suck, lips closed tightly and raking up and off before Belca groans loudly, between between clenched teeth and a hand over his mouth, shaking and toes curling and Eco makes a sound that resembles something between a sigh and a whine, shedding his shirt and pants after a few moments of panting silence. He slips in beside Belca, pulls him down and kisses his throat, nuzzles it and tastes the saltiness of sweat. Belca shoves his face away and shakily redoes his pants and everything below the belt, stopping halfway through buttoning up his shirt before deciding it didn't really matter; Eco's fingers find his shirt's buttons anyways and undo them one by one again, teasing the shirt back until warm lips can kiss his shoulder blades. These keep on until Eco's breathing eases out and his lips hover over his skin, and Belca squeezes his eyes shut and tries to get to sleep.
Characters: Eco, Belca
Rating: R
For some reason, when I started this fic, I never finished it. So I finished it, and here it is. Halfway down the line this got really awful.
Someone once said a kiss was like a gift; special with wrapping, intimate and sweet. The best part about a gift is giving it, to see a person's face light up when they see what it is. A kiss is a gift unwrapped, and a person's face flushes red instead of lighting up, and this person looks irritated at it, too, and he can't help but breathe a laugh and curl his fingers into the dark hair at the back of his partner in crime's head.
"It wasn't so bad."
Belca scowls and closes his eyes; he can feel Eco's eyes watching him, prodding him, measuring, and he shakes his head. It was-- he didn't know what it was, exactly, and it's weird to think about for too long, but he's not allowed to think about it because, when he doesn't immediately reply, Eco kisses him again and it's sort of sweet, he guesses, just a little, like peppermint and sage sweet, a little herby and a little cool. And he doesn't immediately pull away because if he closes his eyes, he doesn't have to know it's Eco, but that all goes to hell the moment he feels a tongue pressed to his lips and he reluctantly (not shyly, not shyly) lets it in.
Eco has a field day. He explores what he can reach with his tongue, and on the outside, with his hands. He's a little more experienced than him, Belca realizes, a little more knowledgeable about this sort of thing, and the bard definitely uses it to his advantage. Every touch has a purpose, and it sends tingles down his spine, snaking down his arms and making his fingers curl at his sides. He lets Eco lead him to the bed, sits beside him and he's lost in it; his mind is wandering, concentrating on everything but the kiss, and maybe he should be paying a little more attention to the attention the bard's giving him.
One, two, three; the buttons on his shirt slowly undo themselves and he feels it slip from his shoulders; shudders as cold air hits his chest and throat, opens his eyes to watch Eco work though his hazy mind and suddenly, suddenly he realizes what's happening and he-- he doesn't push away. He doesn't invite it to go on, but he doesn't discourage it. Eco breaks the kiss anyways, seeing his eyes are open, and breathes hard in the miniscule space between them. He can smell peppermint leaves and snow on Eco's breath, and he pushes it out of his mind when Eco murmurs,
"It wasn't bad, was it?"
And Belca doesn't know how to respond, for a second, just like before, but he dumbly manages to mutter,
"This isn't--"
"-- Right?"
Belca flounders as Eco hums inquisitively and writes words on the smooth skin. He has a feeling Eco won't let him to the same thing - he doesn't know why, but he relies on this hunch and keeps his fingers to himself. Once this has been silently established, Eco moves and kisses all the skin he can reach. It feels – heavy, like if the pit of your stomach suddenly dropped and tingles radiated from where it used to be straight down to the tip of your toes. It's mildly uncomfortable and makes Belca squirm; it's mildly uncomfortable and Eco doesn't stop, not until he's out of breath and hovering over the knob of Belca's right hip. Belca breathes easier and easier as the activity slows, and he's left staring up at the ceiling; by now, he's laid down, pushed and coaxed slowly by Eco's descent. A final kiss to his hip and he crosses to the other side, crab-walks his tongue and crisscrosses between the hem of his pants and his belly button until he's working his way up Belca's left side, and ends comfortably at the nape of his neck, chin against his collarbone and hands pressed to either side of his chest. Quiet, quiet; Eco's breath rushes in and out, catching up with the rest of him, and fingers make delicate work the buttons on Belca's pants. One, two, three, and Eco makes his way back down, tugs down his underwear just enough, and takes him in as far as he can.
Belca's breath hitches, tears from his throat, and he jerks his hips up. Eco coughs around it and heaves himself up a little higher until he can get his hands around Belca's hips and shove them back down. A two second breather and Eco's back in the game, grip a little tight and a little controlling, and Belca squeezes his eyes shut.
“Eco, just--”
No verbal reply, but Eco's half-crescent moons left over from where his fingernails were pressing are answer enough and they sting in the air, but it's nothing compared to the painful slowness of Eco's mouth. Tongue against his cock, breathing easy through his nose, lips locked and teeth scraping against every electric nerve available, taking his dear sweet time and Belca's hand is clamped over his mouth at this point, the other scrambling to help him sit up enough to be stable and tug at Eco's hair, twisting his fingers in the blond tangles and hissing between his teeth.
“Hurry, will you? I don't-- want--”
A sudden, quick suck, lips closed tightly and raking up and off before Belca groans loudly, between between clenched teeth and a hand over his mouth, shaking and toes curling and Eco makes a sound that resembles something between a sigh and a whine, shedding his shirt and pants after a few moments of panting silence. He slips in beside Belca, pulls him down and kisses his throat, nuzzles it and tastes the saltiness of sweat. Belca shoves his face away and shakily redoes his pants and everything below the belt, stopping halfway through buttoning up his shirt before deciding it didn't really matter; Eco's fingers find his shirt's buttons anyways and undo them one by one again, teasing the shirt back until warm lips can kiss his shoulder blades. These keep on until Eco's breathing eases out and his lips hover over his skin, and Belca squeezes his eyes shut and tries to get to sleep.