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neko_kirin3104) wrote2014-07-26 08:03 pm
neko_kirin3104) wrote2014-07-26 08:03 pm
Drabble-and-a-half Challenge: 031 Clamp
031. Clamp
Pair: Ohno/Sho
Prompt: 075
Satoshi has always admired Sho Sakurai’s brain.
But sometimes, that same brain takes the man to some seriously annoying heights that can nettle and gnaw right through Satoshi’s ironclad patience.
When not even throwing an octopus over Sho’s face can shut him up—
“Can you please just stop talking for a while, Sho-chan?” he grumbles, his eyes narrowing at the fishing show he has been trying to watch over Sho’s thrumming discourse about the dangers of global warming. Or was that the one from the other night? He can’t really be sure. They all start to sound the same to him after a couple of minutes.
“I wish, at least for once, you’d care about these things, Satoshi-kun!” Sho slams his shot glass on the coffee table with a little too much force. It’s his twelfth straight shot of sake. His face and actions are already showing evidences of it. “What if a war suddenly breaks out tomorrow and you haven’t the slightest idea what to do?”
“You can keep tabs for the both of us.”
“Oh-ho! So typical!” Sho shrieks, his face all flushed up beyond sobriety. “That’s so typical, Satoshi!”
Satoshi clucks his tongue, curses under his breath and grabs Sho’s face with both hands, in one continuous motion. “Will you please just shut up?” he rasps out, pressing his thumbs over Sho’s lips. The younger man whimpers, eyes dilating with shock. A sudden rush of desire through his spine makes Satoshi shiver.
Lips naturally find their way to each other
Breaths and heartbeats rise as one.
Hands roam, clothes vanish.
And Satoshi remembers all over again why he chooses to stay—
Sho can talk the ears off of him.
But he can silence the pants off of Sho.
And that's a good enough trade off, Satoshi thinks.
Pair: Ohno/Sho
Prompt: 075
Satoshi has always admired Sho Sakurai’s brain.
But sometimes, that same brain takes the man to some seriously annoying heights that can nettle and gnaw right through Satoshi’s ironclad patience.
When not even throwing an octopus over Sho’s face can shut him up—
“Can you please just stop talking for a while, Sho-chan?” he grumbles, his eyes narrowing at the fishing show he has been trying to watch over Sho’s thrumming discourse about the dangers of global warming. Or was that the one from the other night? He can’t really be sure. They all start to sound the same to him after a couple of minutes.
“I wish, at least for once, you’d care about these things, Satoshi-kun!” Sho slams his shot glass on the coffee table with a little too much force. It’s his twelfth straight shot of sake. His face and actions are already showing evidences of it. “What if a war suddenly breaks out tomorrow and you haven’t the slightest idea what to do?”
“You can keep tabs for the both of us.”
“Oh-ho! So typical!” Sho shrieks, his face all flushed up beyond sobriety. “That’s so typical, Satoshi!”
Satoshi clucks his tongue, curses under his breath and grabs Sho’s face with both hands, in one continuous motion. “Will you please just shut up?” he rasps out, pressing his thumbs over Sho’s lips. The younger man whimpers, eyes dilating with shock. A sudden rush of desire through his spine makes Satoshi shiver.
Lips naturally find their way to each other
Breaths and heartbeats rise as one.
Hands roam, clothes vanish.
And Satoshi remembers all over again why he chooses to stay—
Sho can talk the ears off of him.
But he can silence the pants off of Sho.
And that's a good enough trade off, Satoshi thinks.