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RP Log: Shuichi and Eiri
when; 16 January, 2 A.M.
Rating; R [sexual content]
Characters; Yuki Eiri (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
hot_shot_writer), Shindou Shuichi (no_1_bad_luck).
Summary; Yuki comes back home drunk and wants something from Shuichi.
Log;
It was well on into the night before Yuki even remembered that, yes, he did have someone waiting on him in a flat on the other side of town. The alcohol had, seemingly, stupefied him - exactly the effect he had wanted. Whatever it was that had happened - hell, he had forgotten already, for the most part, and thank god he did - was something he had been far too embarrassed about. Not that he would ever admit such a thing to anyone. If he was embarrassed by his own actions, it wasn't anyone's business, anyway.
When he finally did manage to find his flat once more, it took him all of five seconds to fumble with the doorknob to open it. That was indication enough that his faculties of motor skills were already on the decline. Not that that was something that stopped Yuki before. He had been, after all, far drunker before, and he had done more than simply walk to his apartment building and open a door under those conditions, too. As soon as the door swung open, he stepped in and shut it behind him with much more force than intended.
The slamming of the door almost jarred his sensitivities, but he didn't dare show it as he looked right at Shuichi, who was sitting on the sofa with a laptop keeping him company, with a strange sort of glare on his face. "Hey, dumbass," he called with the most subtle slur one could detect without it being completely absent. So, he was drunk. And if he was, no one had to give a damn. And he didn't give a damn if anyone cared. Well, at least he told himself that.
Exchanging messages online was fun, especially since he'd never met most of them, and it was cool and fun talking with weird angel/devil/pirate cosplayers online. Who knew the afterlife could be so cool? And then, Yuki came back, slamming the door behind him loud enough to make Shuichi jump a bit from his seat.
"Yuki!" Shuichi greeted enthusiastically but did not leave his positions. Still chatting. Yuki can wait a bit~ Besides, there was this concert and -- "Ne, Yuki! Did you know that if you drink too much your braincells scream and die a horrible death?!"
Yuki produced a sound akin to a snarl at Shuichi's ramblings as he walked on toward the back of the sofa. God, he wasn't in the mood to talk at all. And with Shuichi, his own special brand of rambling was such a buzzkill sometimes. As soon as he was right behind Shuichi, he pulled the other backward into a reverse embrace. "You really talk too much..."
He sighed a little while he looked over Shuichi's shoulder to the computer screen. The closer he got, it seemed, the more that strange animal magnetism - was it attraction, maybe? Chemistry? He didn't know - seemed to have a hold upon Yuki. "Hey." One of his hands slid down Shuichi's chest and rose again at a tantalisingly slow pace. He wanted Shuichi's attention, and he knew the best way to do it.
And it didn't hurt that he really did want sex right now.
That was nice. Shuichi hummed at the feel of Yuki touching him like that~ Did Yuki want sex? Of course, Yuki was drunk and he was still talking with the invisible people online... He turned his head a bit and gave the blond novelist a pout. "I'm chatting, Yuki~ still lots of replies to reply to!" he whined, though he rubbed a bit against the blond. A little fun would be good~ Then, Yuki can't say he was an easy lay!
"Well, they can wait," he muttered, shooting the other an exasperated glare. He really wanted to shut the laptop close and just get it away, but it wasn't exactly within reach, and he was sure with his slight lack in coordination that he would knock it to the ground instead. Leaving only Yuki's laptop for use.
No way was he going to be sharing his.
He wanted Shuichi's undivided, direct attention, and damnit, wasn't he enough to do that? His hand at the other's chest clenched a little before he finally bit a little on the ear that was so close to him. He had a strange sort of dislike for ears usually, but if it was different enough, he would try it just for shock factor. So long as Shuichi didn't touch his ears, likewise.
Shuichi shivered, totally not expecting Yuki to do that the moment he turned his attention back to his laptop (and his happy new online friends). Almost automatically, and blushing at that, he edged away and brought a hand to his ear. "Yuki! That's no fair! That's cheating! And I still have friends! And and--" He smirked and then pointed accusingly at the novelist with his other hand. "You don't like it when you're busy talking with your laptop and writing smut!"
Yuki stared at Shuichi for a long while, a dull sort of look on his face as he hovered right beside Shuichi. Mindgames were fun sometimes. Sometimes wasn't now, though. He swatted away the other's pointing hand with an annoyed sigh and again leaned in closer. "Just shut up."
Without much further warning but the thick smell of alcohol on his breath, he finally pulled the other in for a kiss that surely would get his attention.
So maybe he was a bit of an easy lay. Promptly forgetting about the laptop balanced on his lap, he turned his body to respond to Yuki's kiss fully, moaning slightly.
About damn time. He was getting a little impatient with the other's persistence in play, but now that he completely had Shuichi's attention, he had less of an edge about him. His hand slid in through the collar of Shuichi's shirt to roam about over the skin underneath. It felt warm. The kind of warm he liked.
When he pulled back from it - just at the right time to tease Shuichi for more - he stared first at the other and then slyly to the laptop. God, that thing was too much of a distraction for Shuichi. And him, indirectly. "Shut that thing off," he said as he gave it an accusatory glare. It was in their way...
Dazedly, Shuichi tried to make sense of the words from Yuki's mouth at first. And then it clicked. The laptop. Sex. "Uh.. okay..." he muttered. He pulled its lid down and then left it on the floor beside the sofa. "Ne, Yuki, how's that~? Kiss kiss...?" He opened his mouth, anticipating a continuation of that kiss...
Even though Shuichi looked ready, somehow Yuki didn't truly think so. It could have been that he had pushed Shuichi into wanting the same thing without his inclination for such. The word rape floated about in an echo in his mind. Coercion certainly counted, right? He frowned a little to himself before pushing himself away from the sofa and approached the bedroom with his back to Shuichi.
"Forget it. You've ruined it," he slurred slightly, pausing at the doorway to lean against it. Was his buzz already wearing off now? It felt like he was regaining some clarity, anyhow. What a bitch.
Shuichi frowned. So nice of Yuki to leave him like this after he'd got him all fired up! And he didn't even like sex that much like Yuki did, and then, now, after Yuki himself started it, the great novelist was walking away?! "YUKI! YOU CHEAP JERK!" Shuichi bolted from his seat and ran after Yuki, tackling him rather violently. "YOU SUCK, YOU GET ME TURNED ON AND THEN YOU WALK AWAY, YOU SUCK, YOU SUCK!! YUKI! IF YOU DON'T DO IT, I'M GONNA GO AND SPEND THE REST OF THE NIGHT LOOKING AT PORN!"
That was too unpleasant a surprise to be tackled such that his face soon was closer to the floor than he really had ever hoped to be. For a moment, his muffled mumbling was all that was heard before he finally turned himself about and glowered up to Shuichi. A second later, nds on Shuichi's wrist and a leg wrapped around one of the other's, he had Shuichi pinned to the floor.
"Damnit, what do you want from me?" he asked, scowling intensely. "I try to be nice, and you don't like that. Then the other way, and still nothing." True, it seemed it was always like this, and Yuki should have been used to it by now, but the expectations were just nerve-racking. "What do you want from me?" he asked again softly, this time giving a surprisingly gentle kiss on Shuichi's lips. Would he have to resort to that?
They've been here before, Shuichi was sure. Actually, they'd probably been here more times than his brain could possibly remember, but just as in all those times, Shuichi was ready to answer. "Of course I want what you are, Yuki! Just you~" He kissed Yuki on the lips too after that and grinned. "I like you even if you suck so bad and you're mean and--" He sniffed. "--you smell like alcohol-- I love everything about you Yuki~!"
It never seemed to be so predictable to hear such a thing from Shuichi, really. Sure, misinterpretations made things so much more complicated, but hell - Shuichi wasn't a Toudai graduate, and he knew it. Nuances were seemingly lost upon him. Though perhaps that strange sort of naivete, really, was refreshing. He'd never admit it. Why say something about what isn't broken?
For what seemed forever, he just stared at Shuichi and kept hovering above him. He really had so little faith in humanity that such a concept of sincerity seemed just a severely beaten warhorse of an excuse. Though, hell, maybe there still was life in it. He took that thought with more than a grain of salt as he simply kissed Shuichi again. God, he was tired of words.
The kiss made tiny little versions of Shuichi inside Shuichi's head run around and cheer because it seemed Yuki had finally gotten out of his grumpy, angsty mood and decided to just be... himself (or less-angsty). "Yuki~ I love you~" he said, interrupting their kiss for a while, before hugging Yuki tightly and then kissing him again. He wrapped his legs around Yuki's waist just to make sure he hugged Yuki thoroughly too!
He heard the words - truly he did - and even though he pretended not to care or pay it any mind, it reverberated with a part of him deep within. Yuki merely returned the other's kiss while his hands pushed up the shirt that separated him from a hot naked Shuichi. The clothing had to come off. It just had to.
It was a lucky thing that Shuichi was persistent. A pure testament to the power of not relenting. In a world full of hypocrites, that was something to stick with.
Shuichi helped Yuki take off his clothes a little bit too eagerly, kissing Yuki whenever he could as the blond worked on removing his clothes. "Ne, Yuki, are we having sex on the floor?" he asked while wiggling out of his jeans at one point.
Yuki merely kept on removing whatever clothing he could get off Shuichi with his hands working as slovenly as they could while the alcohol still had an effect upon him. He wanted to keep going on... he knew that if he didn't, he'd be in a dark place.
"What does it matter, dumbass?" he asked quickly, tossing aside what seemed to be a shirt - his, maybe? At this point he didn't know - and not even pausing to watch it fall to the floor. The heat... the warmth he needed. He wanted it. And if it was willingly offered to him, why not take it?
Rating; R [sexual content]
Characters; Yuki Eiri (
hot_shot_writer), Shindou Shuichi (no_1_bad_luck).Summary; Yuki comes back home drunk and wants something from Shuichi.
Log;
It was well on into the night before Yuki even remembered that, yes, he did have someone waiting on him in a flat on the other side of town. The alcohol had, seemingly, stupefied him - exactly the effect he had wanted. Whatever it was that had happened - hell, he had forgotten already, for the most part, and thank god he did - was something he had been far too embarrassed about. Not that he would ever admit such a thing to anyone. If he was embarrassed by his own actions, it wasn't anyone's business, anyway.
When he finally did manage to find his flat once more, it took him all of five seconds to fumble with the doorknob to open it. That was indication enough that his faculties of motor skills were already on the decline. Not that that was something that stopped Yuki before. He had been, after all, far drunker before, and he had done more than simply walk to his apartment building and open a door under those conditions, too. As soon as the door swung open, he stepped in and shut it behind him with much more force than intended.
The slamming of the door almost jarred his sensitivities, but he didn't dare show it as he looked right at Shuichi, who was sitting on the sofa with a laptop keeping him company, with a strange sort of glare on his face. "Hey, dumbass," he called with the most subtle slur one could detect without it being completely absent. So, he was drunk. And if he was, no one had to give a damn. And he didn't give a damn if anyone cared. Well, at least he told himself that.
Exchanging messages online was fun, especially since he'd never met most of them, and it was cool and fun talking with weird angel/devil/pirate cosplayers online. Who knew the afterlife could be so cool? And then, Yuki came back, slamming the door behind him loud enough to make Shuichi jump a bit from his seat.
"Yuki!" Shuichi greeted enthusiastically but did not leave his positions. Still chatting. Yuki can wait a bit~ Besides, there was this concert and -- "Ne, Yuki! Did you know that if you drink too much your braincells scream and die a horrible death?!"
Yuki produced a sound akin to a snarl at Shuichi's ramblings as he walked on toward the back of the sofa. God, he wasn't in the mood to talk at all. And with Shuichi, his own special brand of rambling was such a buzzkill sometimes. As soon as he was right behind Shuichi, he pulled the other backward into a reverse embrace. "You really talk too much..."
He sighed a little while he looked over Shuichi's shoulder to the computer screen. The closer he got, it seemed, the more that strange animal magnetism - was it attraction, maybe? Chemistry? He didn't know - seemed to have a hold upon Yuki. "Hey." One of his hands slid down Shuichi's chest and rose again at a tantalisingly slow pace. He wanted Shuichi's attention, and he knew the best way to do it.
And it didn't hurt that he really did want sex right now.
That was nice. Shuichi hummed at the feel of Yuki touching him like that~ Did Yuki want sex? Of course, Yuki was drunk and he was still talking with the invisible people online... He turned his head a bit and gave the blond novelist a pout. "I'm chatting, Yuki~ still lots of replies to reply to!" he whined, though he rubbed a bit against the blond. A little fun would be good~ Then, Yuki can't say he was an easy lay!
"Well, they can wait," he muttered, shooting the other an exasperated glare. He really wanted to shut the laptop close and just get it away, but it wasn't exactly within reach, and he was sure with his slight lack in coordination that he would knock it to the ground instead. Leaving only Yuki's laptop for use.
No way was he going to be sharing his.
He wanted Shuichi's undivided, direct attention, and damnit, wasn't he enough to do that? His hand at the other's chest clenched a little before he finally bit a little on the ear that was so close to him. He had a strange sort of dislike for ears usually, but if it was different enough, he would try it just for shock factor. So long as Shuichi didn't touch his ears, likewise.
Shuichi shivered, totally not expecting Yuki to do that the moment he turned his attention back to his laptop (and his happy new online friends). Almost automatically, and blushing at that, he edged away and brought a hand to his ear. "Yuki! That's no fair! That's cheating! And I still have friends! And and--" He smirked and then pointed accusingly at the novelist with his other hand. "You don't like it when you're busy talking with your laptop and writing smut!"
Yuki stared at Shuichi for a long while, a dull sort of look on his face as he hovered right beside Shuichi. Mindgames were fun sometimes. Sometimes wasn't now, though. He swatted away the other's pointing hand with an annoyed sigh and again leaned in closer. "Just shut up."
Without much further warning but the thick smell of alcohol on his breath, he finally pulled the other in for a kiss that surely would get his attention.
So maybe he was a bit of an easy lay. Promptly forgetting about the laptop balanced on his lap, he turned his body to respond to Yuki's kiss fully, moaning slightly.
About damn time. He was getting a little impatient with the other's persistence in play, but now that he completely had Shuichi's attention, he had less of an edge about him. His hand slid in through the collar of Shuichi's shirt to roam about over the skin underneath. It felt warm. The kind of warm he liked.
When he pulled back from it - just at the right time to tease Shuichi for more - he stared first at the other and then slyly to the laptop. God, that thing was too much of a distraction for Shuichi. And him, indirectly. "Shut that thing off," he said as he gave it an accusatory glare. It was in their way...
Dazedly, Shuichi tried to make sense of the words from Yuki's mouth at first. And then it clicked. The laptop. Sex. "Uh.. okay..." he muttered. He pulled its lid down and then left it on the floor beside the sofa. "Ne, Yuki, how's that~? Kiss kiss...?" He opened his mouth, anticipating a continuation of that kiss...
Even though Shuichi looked ready, somehow Yuki didn't truly think so. It could have been that he had pushed Shuichi into wanting the same thing without his inclination for such. The word rape floated about in an echo in his mind. Coercion certainly counted, right? He frowned a little to himself before pushing himself away from the sofa and approached the bedroom with his back to Shuichi.
"Forget it. You've ruined it," he slurred slightly, pausing at the doorway to lean against it. Was his buzz already wearing off now? It felt like he was regaining some clarity, anyhow. What a bitch.
Shuichi frowned. So nice of Yuki to leave him like this after he'd got him all fired up! And he didn't even like sex that much like Yuki did, and then, now, after Yuki himself started it, the great novelist was walking away?! "YUKI! YOU CHEAP JERK!" Shuichi bolted from his seat and ran after Yuki, tackling him rather violently. "YOU SUCK, YOU GET ME TURNED ON AND THEN YOU WALK AWAY, YOU SUCK, YOU SUCK!! YUKI! IF YOU DON'T DO IT, I'M GONNA GO AND SPEND THE REST OF THE NIGHT LOOKING AT PORN!"
That was too unpleasant a surprise to be tackled such that his face soon was closer to the floor than he really had ever hoped to be. For a moment, his muffled mumbling was all that was heard before he finally turned himself about and glowered up to Shuichi. A second later, nds on Shuichi's wrist and a leg wrapped around one of the other's, he had Shuichi pinned to the floor.
"Damnit, what do you want from me?" he asked, scowling intensely. "I try to be nice, and you don't like that. Then the other way, and still nothing." True, it seemed it was always like this, and Yuki should have been used to it by now, but the expectations were just nerve-racking. "What do you want from me?" he asked again softly, this time giving a surprisingly gentle kiss on Shuichi's lips. Would he have to resort to that?
They've been here before, Shuichi was sure. Actually, they'd probably been here more times than his brain could possibly remember, but just as in all those times, Shuichi was ready to answer. "Of course I want what you are, Yuki! Just you~" He kissed Yuki on the lips too after that and grinned. "I like you even if you suck so bad and you're mean and--" He sniffed. "--you smell like alcohol-- I love everything about you Yuki~!"
It never seemed to be so predictable to hear such a thing from Shuichi, really. Sure, misinterpretations made things so much more complicated, but hell - Shuichi wasn't a Toudai graduate, and he knew it. Nuances were seemingly lost upon him. Though perhaps that strange sort of naivete, really, was refreshing. He'd never admit it. Why say something about what isn't broken?
For what seemed forever, he just stared at Shuichi and kept hovering above him. He really had so little faith in humanity that such a concept of sincerity seemed just a severely beaten warhorse of an excuse. Though, hell, maybe there still was life in it. He took that thought with more than a grain of salt as he simply kissed Shuichi again. God, he was tired of words.
The kiss made tiny little versions of Shuichi inside Shuichi's head run around and cheer because it seemed Yuki had finally gotten out of his grumpy, angsty mood and decided to just be... himself (or less-angsty). "Yuki~ I love you~" he said, interrupting their kiss for a while, before hugging Yuki tightly and then kissing him again. He wrapped his legs around Yuki's waist just to make sure he hugged Yuki thoroughly too!
He heard the words - truly he did - and even though he pretended not to care or pay it any mind, it reverberated with a part of him deep within. Yuki merely returned the other's kiss while his hands pushed up the shirt that separated him from a hot naked Shuichi. The clothing had to come off. It just had to.
It was a lucky thing that Shuichi was persistent. A pure testament to the power of not relenting. In a world full of hypocrites, that was something to stick with.
Shuichi helped Yuki take off his clothes a little bit too eagerly, kissing Yuki whenever he could as the blond worked on removing his clothes. "Ne, Yuki, are we having sex on the floor?" he asked while wiggling out of his jeans at one point.
Yuki merely kept on removing whatever clothing he could get off Shuichi with his hands working as slovenly as they could while the alcohol still had an effect upon him. He wanted to keep going on... he knew that if he didn't, he'd be in a dark place.
"What does it matter, dumbass?" he asked quickly, tossing aside what seemed to be a shirt - his, maybe? At this point he didn't know - and not even pausing to watch it fall to the floor. The heat... the warmth he needed. He wanted it. And if it was willingly offered to him, why not take it?