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metamorphosis2012-02-01 11:01 pm
flair) wrote in metamorphosis2012-02-01 11:01 pm
Entry tags:
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Title: bigger
Characters: Spada Belforma, Luca Milda
Rating: PG
38/365. based on a skit about bigbananas and certain dumbass getting the wrong thing from it.
“Oi, Luca! Drop your pants!”
Luca jumps at the sound of Spada's voice, then blushes at his words and glances over his shoulder. They're the only two in the room – the others had gone out do stock up on supplies, and he had assumed Spada had gone to get new weapons but evidently not – but he still feels mortified, as if someone else had heard. He doesn't move to do the order though, not even when Spada shuts the door behind him (the click of a lock rings through the unnaturally quiet room – or maybe that was just him?) and moves closer, hands in his pockets and a frown on his face.
“W-What!?” He manages to squeak out, and Spada's frown turns into a small scowl. He repeats the order - “Take off your pants, Luca!” - and he shakes his head, slowly shuffling back against a wall. “W-Why?”
“I wanna compare!” And Spada's hands slip out of their pockets and reach Luca's pants, unbuttoning them swiftly and tugging them down. along with his underwear. Red hot embarrassment rushes through him as Spada inspects his lower regions and stands, shaking his head and snorting.
“What the hell was I ever worried 'bout? You ain't nothin' special. Big enough to make Iria happy though and that's all that counts, right?”
“I – what – um – you – I – why –?”
Spada doesn't respond; he just grins and saunters out of the room, poking his head back in just long enough to tell him the others were coming down the hall and he should pull up his pants real quick if he didn't want any of them to see that embarrassment hanging between his legs.
Characters: Spada Belforma, Luca Milda
Rating: PG
38/365. based on a skit about bigbananas and certain dumbass getting the wrong thing from it.
“Oi, Luca! Drop your pants!”
Luca jumps at the sound of Spada's voice, then blushes at his words and glances over his shoulder. They're the only two in the room – the others had gone out do stock up on supplies, and he had assumed Spada had gone to get new weapons but evidently not – but he still feels mortified, as if someone else had heard. He doesn't move to do the order though, not even when Spada shuts the door behind him (the click of a lock rings through the unnaturally quiet room – or maybe that was just him?) and moves closer, hands in his pockets and a frown on his face.
“W-What!?” He manages to squeak out, and Spada's frown turns into a small scowl. He repeats the order - “Take off your pants, Luca!” - and he shakes his head, slowly shuffling back against a wall. “W-Why?”
“I wanna compare!” And Spada's hands slip out of their pockets and reach Luca's pants, unbuttoning them swiftly and tugging them down. along with his underwear. Red hot embarrassment rushes through him as Spada inspects his lower regions and stands, shaking his head and snorting.
“What the hell was I ever worried 'bout? You ain't nothin' special. Big enough to make Iria happy though and that's all that counts, right?”
“I – what – um – you – I – why –?”
Spada doesn't respond; he just grins and saunters out of the room, poking his head back in just long enough to tell him the others were coming down the hall and he should pull up his pants real quick if he didn't want any of them to see that embarrassment hanging between his legs.