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farashaI knew fandom would contaminate me eventually. I knew it. I just didn't want to face it.
Oh well. *shrug*
Here's Thursday's update. It is very pornful. 100-word drabbles for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
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Fandom: Tales of Symphonia
Pairing: Kratos/Yuan (yaoi!)
Rating: NC-17 (PORN!)
Warnings: Spoilers for Kratos and Yuan's pasts
Word Count: 4 x 100 words
01. Blossom
The rhythm stilled abruptly as Yuan noticed it.
“Nnn, Yuan,” Kratos growled, his hips surging up in an attempt to force Yuan to continue.
“Stop,” Yuan gasped. “There aren’t any blooms on the Kharlan tree. Didn’t you notice?”
Kratos hesitated for a bare second, wondering exactly how much Yuan remembered of the night his wife died. “Maybe it’s blossoming late,” Kratos said. He gripped Yuan’s hips tightly and thrust upward again, wringing a moan from the other man. “Now finish what you started.”
“Your wish is my command,” Yuan purred, and rocked back onto his lover’s cock.
02. Sweat
He woke up in a cold sweat again, gasping, trying to clear his head of the nightmare. He growled softly to himself and fumbled with the ring on his left hand, pulling it off and throwing it violently against the wall.
“Yuan?” Kratos mumbled sleepily, sitting up. Yuan rolled his lover over on top of him.
“Take me,” he whispered against Kratos’s lips, his hands skimming down Kratos’s sides to grasp his cock and stroke it slowly. “Make me forget her again.”
03. Gaze
Yuan felt the hair on the back of his neck prickle under Kratos’s gaze. “Don’t ask me what I'm doing,” he said, a quiet warning in his voice.
Kratos’s arms wrapped around his waist. The other man bit the back of his neck gently and soothed it with his tongue. “Don’t leave me, and I won’t.”
Yuan couldn’t answer that with truth, so he moaned.
08. Compromise
The word ‘compromise’ wasn’t in their vocabulary. One minute Kratos had been on the other side of his desk, his hands planted firmly on the dark wood, explaining in a low, angry voice exactly how many ways Yuan was betraying him.
The next minute Yuan had him shoved against the wall with his tongue down his throat, silencing him. They fumbled at each other’s clothes and cursed each other even as Kratos bent Yuan backward over his desk and slid into him.
The funny thing? I'm not even embarrassed about writing this.
Oh well. *shrug*
Here's Thursday's update. It is very pornful. 100-word drabbles for
centi_pornFandom: Tales of Symphonia
Pairing: Kratos/Yuan (yaoi!)
Rating: NC-17 (PORN!)
Warnings: Spoilers for Kratos and Yuan's pasts
Word Count: 4 x 100 words
01. Blossom
The rhythm stilled abruptly as Yuan noticed it.
“Nnn, Yuan,” Kratos growled, his hips surging up in an attempt to force Yuan to continue.
“Stop,” Yuan gasped. “There aren’t any blooms on the Kharlan tree. Didn’t you notice?”
Kratos hesitated for a bare second, wondering exactly how much Yuan remembered of the night his wife died. “Maybe it’s blossoming late,” Kratos said. He gripped Yuan’s hips tightly and thrust upward again, wringing a moan from the other man. “Now finish what you started.”
“Your wish is my command,” Yuan purred, and rocked back onto his lover’s cock.
02. Sweat
He woke up in a cold sweat again, gasping, trying to clear his head of the nightmare. He growled softly to himself and fumbled with the ring on his left hand, pulling it off and throwing it violently against the wall.
“Yuan?” Kratos mumbled sleepily, sitting up. Yuan rolled his lover over on top of him.
“Take me,” he whispered against Kratos’s lips, his hands skimming down Kratos’s sides to grasp his cock and stroke it slowly. “Make me forget her again.”
03. Gaze
Yuan felt the hair on the back of his neck prickle under Kratos’s gaze. “Don’t ask me what I'm doing,” he said, a quiet warning in his voice.
Kratos’s arms wrapped around his waist. The other man bit the back of his neck gently and soothed it with his tongue. “Don’t leave me, and I won’t.”
Yuan couldn’t answer that with truth, so he moaned.
08. Compromise
The word ‘compromise’ wasn’t in their vocabulary. One minute Kratos had been on the other side of his desk, his hands planted firmly on the dark wood, explaining in a low, angry voice exactly how many ways Yuan was betraying him.
The next minute Yuan had him shoved against the wall with his tongue down his throat, silencing him. They fumbled at each other’s clothes and cursed each other even as Kratos bent Yuan backward over his desk and slid into him.
The funny thing? I'm not even embarrassed about writing this.
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