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Log; Complete
When; May 10
Rating; PG
Characters; Haruka![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
onikui & Kantarou rubyred_eyed
Summary; Kantarou whines about his lost wifeys. Drunk. Haruka gives him sobering tea.
Haruka didn’t know why he stayed. Kantarou obviously had no qualms on finding replacements for him, multiple ones at that. Then again, no matter how many wives his master took, Haruka knew they couldn’t ever replace his position in Kantarou’s mind. He was the onikui tengu that he had been searching for since childhood, nothing could ever change that, so… why did Kantarou always made it so difficult to respect him? There he was, drunk across the table whining for his missing wives from the other day and over being lonely.
Guess I’m not company enough for him, he mused to himself, before dropping a steaming cup of tea in front of the silver haired man. “...Shut up and drink the tea I made you. You're drunk.” Haruka said simply, and then stood up to leave the whiner having completed his job.
Kantarou had been upset about his lovely, pretty and wonderful new wives disappearing from the face of the city like smoke. Ichonimiya Kantarou, after all, had wonderful (sarcasm included) luck with women. How could anyone not be upset after finally being granted that luck only to lose it so suddenly? Of course, there was the fact that it was simply too good to be true.
Then again, and this he thought with an inward smirk and a surprisingly not-quite-as-drunk mind, he wasn't that upset. It was wonderful to finally have marriage proposals like that? But it wasn't that much of a loss. And, of course, there was the fact that if one of them did come back, Kantarou would welcome the lovely wifey with open arms!
"Haruuukaa-" he crawled from the table and grabbed the edge of Haruka's coat clumsily. "-but but--I can't move!" Of course, he crawled, but Kantarou didn't mean that! "Heelp me drink ~?"
He really had the nerve to ask that, didn’t he? Haruka glared down at the tugging at his coat, his annoyance unmasked. Yesterday’s event was still fresh in his mind and in case his immature master didn’t notice (though Haruka was certain that he did, the man was twisted like that), Haruka still hadn’t forgiven him yet. In fact, his plans to leave the house were still up there on his possible ‘to-do’ list for the day.
The only thing keeping him from doing just that was an insistent nagging inside him that told him he would never forgive himself if he just left Kantarou drunk on the ground. Somehow he wasn’t surprised that same nagging voice sounded like Kantarou as well. Was he really that easily domesticated?
He held back a sigh and grabbed the back of Kantarou’s hakama to get the man off him, and kept tugging until the man would sit up properly. "Lean back," Haruka said simply, settling down on bent knees, "open your mouth and I’ll just pour it in."
Kantarou did lean back, but he put up a bratty pout and blinked at Haruka innocently. "You'll pour it nicely?!" he whined and followed it up with a drawled "Slowwwwly?" almost before Haruka could finish with his response. Of course, Kantarou had already thought of saying that, but he waited courteously after Haruka spoke. Though, he already knew, or rather, had a very strong idea of how Haruka would respond so he had thought about saying that even before Haruka said what he thought he would.
Actually no, Haruka originally had no intentions of pouring it down nicely. In fact, he had planned to pretty much empty the cup in Kantarou’s mouth as soon as the man opened it, regardless of whether that would choke the him or not. However, bratty innocence coupled with a request that sounded a little too much like a command made Haruka change his mind. The way Kantarou was leaning against him and the way the other’s eyes held his had a minor affect of their own as well.
"Very slowly."
One of his hands now held the back of Kantarou’s head, just to keep it in place, while the other reached for the teacup. The liquid was still warm, hot even, and Haruka was almost sure Kantarou would wince and turn his head aside if he just poured it in. Then again, it didn’t really matter, did it? The other was drunk enough for Haruka to smell the alcohol from his breath and whatever happened on inebriated days were forgotten the next, Haruka could play as well.
Taking a sip from his sobering tea, Haruka fed it to Kantarou, mouth to mouth. Being deliberately slow about it just as his master requested.
This... was slightly unexpected but not terribly unpleasant. The tea did go down better that way and as a result, his throat didn't scald from the liquid. Haruka's warm mouth on his though was a bit distracting and it was embarrassing to note that maybe he had drunk a little bit too much if he was enjoying this like he was now.
"Harukaaa-" he whined quietly as he pulled away. A trail of of tea snaked down from his wet lips and it took a lot of concentration not to blank out because Haruka really did just kiss him. Or something akin to that. He smiled. "Tasty."
…So this was the way he could get Kantarou to be (mostly) quiet and almost good, sitting there with a smile on his face. Somehow, Haruka felt an extreme satisfaction knowing he had caused that temporary dazed expression on Kantarou’s face. I bet your little wifeys couldn’t do that, almost slipped his lips before he remembered that would be sinking into Kantarou’s level of immaturity again.
He wiped the wet trail from Kantarou’s lips, a slight smirk ghosting across his own, "Good to know. Now drink the rest on your own since you’re obviously more awake now."
But that was fun, wasn't it?
Kantarou kept his mouth open and pointed impatiently at the open mouth with one finger pressed against his lower lip. "Buuuut- Haruka! I still can't move! And the tea! It's going to burn and kill me!" A blink. "You don't want your friend to die so prematurely, do you? Do you?!"
Haruka was starting to suspect that his friend wasn't quite as drunk as he presented himself to be. That, or this was a drunk side of Kantarou that Haruka never met before, at least not this close.
"It won't kill you." He replied almost immediately, if Kantarou died of anything, Haruka was pretty sure it wouldn't be from hot tea. Nevertheless, he found himself already moving forward to give Kantarou a second helping of his tea... the liquid definitely wasn't what felt hot this time around.
Usually, Kantarou was more aware of his actions and certainly, though he didn't look it, he put thought into those tiny decisions. Initiating a little kiss just happened, however, and when he realized he was doing it, he mentally shrugged it off and told himself he could always say his tongue got bored or that he was drunk. There were many excuses. He would think about that later.
Yes. Later. Most definitely after this was over because this was nice and shouldn't be marred by thinking.
The "tea" being shared between them had disappeared awhile ago. Haruka wasn’t quite sure who had swallowed the most of it but what they were exchanging right now would definitely count as a kiss, wouldn’t it? A mutually enthusiastic one, it seemed, with the way Kantarou kept responding and how things seemed to be progressing further.
"Kantarou," he whispered quietly when need for air forced them apart, "still feeling drunk?"
Kantarou didn't respond as he licked his lips curiously -- that was good tea, actually. "You probably make better tea than Youko-chan, Haruka!" he finally said cheerfully, with a slight drawl. It took a few more moments before Kantarou finally answered Haruka's question. With a cheerful laugh. "My tongue's still druuunk!"
"Your tongue’s still drunk, is it?" He glanced at Kantarou’s lips, the way his tongue peeked out and licked them… curiously? It seemed more taunting to Haruka at the moment. That tongue was moving rather devilishly and too deliberately to be still drunk, however, Haruka played along. He traced his thumb over Kantarou’s lower lip, nudging the other to open his mouth for him again.
"It shouldn’t be. I’ll have to thoroughly check it." He leaned in close until their foreheads were touching, probably too close since his vision of Kantarou was blurred now, though he could still feel the other’s breath mixing with his. "Show me that drunk tongue of yours, Kantarou.."
The folklorist opened his mouth for Haruka obediently and waggled his tongue a bit. "Dunk--" Drunk. It didn't come out properly with his mouth open and his tongue out like that, but Kantarou didn't care. " Haaaluukaa~"
Haruka wasn’t sure when hearing his name from those lips became so natural. Their verbal spat just the day earlier was almost completely forgotten and would probably completely disappear from memory if Kantarou continued to call out his name, even if it was still in that whiney tone. But, on second thought, "be quiet."
He took that naughty tongue into his mouth, and slowly dragged his own tongue across the length of it before sucking on it as if he intended to drain all the so called ‘drunk’ properties from it and into his own mouth.
Oooh-- That was good.
Kantarou pulled Haruka closer by whatever he could grab of the tengu easiest and then proceeded to wrap his arm around the tengu's neck. That way, Haruka wouldn't be able to go anywhere for now.
Rating; PG
Characters; Haruka
onikui & Kantarou rubyred_eyedSummary; Kantarou whines about his lost wifeys. Drunk. Haruka gives him sobering tea.
Haruka didn’t know why he stayed. Kantarou obviously had no qualms on finding replacements for him, multiple ones at that. Then again, no matter how many wives his master took, Haruka knew they couldn’t ever replace his position in Kantarou’s mind. He was the onikui tengu that he had been searching for since childhood, nothing could ever change that, so… why did Kantarou always made it so difficult to respect him? There he was, drunk across the table whining for his missing wives from the other day and over being lonely.
Guess I’m not company enough for him, he mused to himself, before dropping a steaming cup of tea in front of the silver haired man. “...Shut up and drink the tea I made you. You're drunk.” Haruka said simply, and then stood up to leave the whiner having completed his job.
Kantarou had been upset about his lovely, pretty and wonderful new wives disappearing from the face of the city like smoke. Ichonimiya Kantarou, after all, had wonderful (sarcasm included) luck with women. How could anyone not be upset after finally being granted that luck only to lose it so suddenly? Of course, there was the fact that it was simply too good to be true.
Then again, and this he thought with an inward smirk and a surprisingly not-quite-as-drunk mind, he wasn't that upset. It was wonderful to finally have marriage proposals like that? But it wasn't that much of a loss. And, of course, there was the fact that if one of them did come back, Kantarou would welcome the lovely wifey with open arms!
"Haruuukaa-" he crawled from the table and grabbed the edge of Haruka's coat clumsily. "-but but--I can't move!" Of course, he crawled, but Kantarou didn't mean that! "Heelp me drink ~?"
He really had the nerve to ask that, didn’t he? Haruka glared down at the tugging at his coat, his annoyance unmasked. Yesterday’s event was still fresh in his mind and in case his immature master didn’t notice (though Haruka was certain that he did, the man was twisted like that), Haruka still hadn’t forgiven him yet. In fact, his plans to leave the house were still up there on his possible ‘to-do’ list for the day.
The only thing keeping him from doing just that was an insistent nagging inside him that told him he would never forgive himself if he just left Kantarou drunk on the ground. Somehow he wasn’t surprised that same nagging voice sounded like Kantarou as well. Was he really that easily domesticated?
He held back a sigh and grabbed the back of Kantarou’s hakama to get the man off him, and kept tugging until the man would sit up properly. "Lean back," Haruka said simply, settling down on bent knees, "open your mouth and I’ll just pour it in."
Kantarou did lean back, but he put up a bratty pout and blinked at Haruka innocently. "You'll pour it nicely?!" he whined and followed it up with a drawled "Slowwwwly?" almost before Haruka could finish with his response. Of course, Kantarou had already thought of saying that, but he waited courteously after Haruka spoke. Though, he already knew, or rather, had a very strong idea of how Haruka would respond so he had thought about saying that even before Haruka said what he thought he would.
Actually no, Haruka originally had no intentions of pouring it down nicely. In fact, he had planned to pretty much empty the cup in Kantarou’s mouth as soon as the man opened it, regardless of whether that would choke the him or not. However, bratty innocence coupled with a request that sounded a little too much like a command made Haruka change his mind. The way Kantarou was leaning against him and the way the other’s eyes held his had a minor affect of their own as well.
"Very slowly."
One of his hands now held the back of Kantarou’s head, just to keep it in place, while the other reached for the teacup. The liquid was still warm, hot even, and Haruka was almost sure Kantarou would wince and turn his head aside if he just poured it in. Then again, it didn’t really matter, did it? The other was drunk enough for Haruka to smell the alcohol from his breath and whatever happened on inebriated days were forgotten the next, Haruka could play as well.
Taking a sip from his sobering tea, Haruka fed it to Kantarou, mouth to mouth. Being deliberately slow about it just as his master requested.
This... was slightly unexpected but not terribly unpleasant. The tea did go down better that way and as a result, his throat didn't scald from the liquid. Haruka's warm mouth on his though was a bit distracting and it was embarrassing to note that maybe he had drunk a little bit too much if he was enjoying this like he was now.
"Harukaaa-" he whined quietly as he pulled away. A trail of of tea snaked down from his wet lips and it took a lot of concentration not to blank out because Haruka really did just kiss him. Or something akin to that. He smiled. "Tasty."
…So this was the way he could get Kantarou to be (mostly) quiet and almost good, sitting there with a smile on his face. Somehow, Haruka felt an extreme satisfaction knowing he had caused that temporary dazed expression on Kantarou’s face. I bet your little wifeys couldn’t do that, almost slipped his lips before he remembered that would be sinking into Kantarou’s level of immaturity again.
He wiped the wet trail from Kantarou’s lips, a slight smirk ghosting across his own, "Good to know. Now drink the rest on your own since you’re obviously more awake now."
But that was fun, wasn't it?
Kantarou kept his mouth open and pointed impatiently at the open mouth with one finger pressed against his lower lip. "Buuuut- Haruka! I still can't move! And the tea! It's going to burn and kill me!" A blink. "You don't want your friend to die so prematurely, do you? Do you?!"
Haruka was starting to suspect that his friend wasn't quite as drunk as he presented himself to be. That, or this was a drunk side of Kantarou that Haruka never met before, at least not this close.
"It won't kill you." He replied almost immediately, if Kantarou died of anything, Haruka was pretty sure it wouldn't be from hot tea. Nevertheless, he found himself already moving forward to give Kantarou a second helping of his tea... the liquid definitely wasn't what felt hot this time around.
Usually, Kantarou was more aware of his actions and certainly, though he didn't look it, he put thought into those tiny decisions. Initiating a little kiss just happened, however, and when he realized he was doing it, he mentally shrugged it off and told himself he could always say his tongue got bored or that he was drunk. There were many excuses. He would think about that later.
Yes. Later. Most definitely after this was over because this was nice and shouldn't be marred by thinking.
The "tea" being shared between them had disappeared awhile ago. Haruka wasn’t quite sure who had swallowed the most of it but what they were exchanging right now would definitely count as a kiss, wouldn’t it? A mutually enthusiastic one, it seemed, with the way Kantarou kept responding and how things seemed to be progressing further.
"Kantarou," he whispered quietly when need for air forced them apart, "still feeling drunk?"
Kantarou didn't respond as he licked his lips curiously -- that was good tea, actually. "You probably make better tea than Youko-chan, Haruka!" he finally said cheerfully, with a slight drawl. It took a few more moments before Kantarou finally answered Haruka's question. With a cheerful laugh. "My tongue's still druuunk!"
"Your tongue’s still drunk, is it?" He glanced at Kantarou’s lips, the way his tongue peeked out and licked them… curiously? It seemed more taunting to Haruka at the moment. That tongue was moving rather devilishly and too deliberately to be still drunk, however, Haruka played along. He traced his thumb over Kantarou’s lower lip, nudging the other to open his mouth for him again.
"It shouldn’t be. I’ll have to thoroughly check it." He leaned in close until their foreheads were touching, probably too close since his vision of Kantarou was blurred now, though he could still feel the other’s breath mixing with his. "Show me that drunk tongue of yours, Kantarou.."
The folklorist opened his mouth for Haruka obediently and waggled his tongue a bit. "Dunk--" Drunk. It didn't come out properly with his mouth open and his tongue out like that, but Kantarou didn't care. " Haaaluukaa~"
Haruka wasn’t sure when hearing his name from those lips became so natural. Their verbal spat just the day earlier was almost completely forgotten and would probably completely disappear from memory if Kantarou continued to call out his name, even if it was still in that whiney tone. But, on second thought, "be quiet."
He took that naughty tongue into his mouth, and slowly dragged his own tongue across the length of it before sucking on it as if he intended to drain all the so called ‘drunk’ properties from it and into his own mouth.
Oooh-- That was good.
Kantarou pulled Haruka closer by whatever he could grab of the tengu easiest and then proceeded to wrap his arm around the tengu's neck. That way, Haruka wouldn't be able to go anywhere for now.