Challenge – Yama Pair Shorts: 043 Lips
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neko_kirin3104043. Lips
Pair: Ohno/Sho
Prompt: 74
Word count: 563
Note: inspired by Arashi no Shukudai-kun 2008.08.25 – the one with the habanero.
Series: Waku Waku Orphans
1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7
One thing that Sho should’ve learned after two years of living in Waku Waku was that you could never trust anything that Kazunari said.
But if there’s anything at all that Satoshi had learned about Sho in those two years, it’s that pranking the surprisingly gullible boy was as easy as conning a dog to chase its own tail.
Sometimes, a simple backward glance was all it took.
And with Kazunari pulling the strings, it’s always just as hilarious.
Except this time, and for the first time since Sho came to the orphanage, pitching himself in Kazunari’s crosshairs without effort at all, Satoshi wasn’t laughing.
And he couldn’t quite tell yet which red-faced, teary-eyed, practically choked-up idiot he was the most annoyed with at the moment.
“Ow!” Sho growled, leaning away from the ice cube he had deliberately nudged on the boy’s lips with all the warmth of a wrecking ball.
“Suck on this and quit whining like a girl!” he hissed back, all sense of tolerance forgotten.
“I don’t whine like a girl!” Sho pouted, at once disproving his own point. “And I want more yoghurt!”
“There’s no more yoghurt, you moron!” He all but shoved the cube into the gawking boy’s mouth. “Now, suck!”
Sho looked like he’s about to really cry for a whole other different reason as he begrudgingly took the cube into his mouth, mumbling, “You didn’t have to call me a moron, you know.”
And this was when it first happened for Satoshi: a numbing heat shooting through his nerves, freezing his entire world for the briefest moment.
This wasn’t the first time that Sho had ever made him feel uncomfortable and all flushed up.
This was, however, the very first time that the heat and the discomfort had reached those parts of him that he had just recently become intensely aware of.
A small groan escaped his throat, the sound of his innocence falling from grace, if the growing tightness in his underpants was any indication.
Who knew being twelve could be this troublesome?
He might as well have eaten one of those habanero peppers on the table that Sho and Kazunari themselves had picked from Miss Ayase’s spice garden.
These idiots had apparently been planning to eat more than one, in an all out battle of guts and glory that apparently escalated from a mere ‘I bet you can’t do that’ dare.
To be fair though, the idiots had very nearly puked their guts out into the kitchen sink.
And glory probably did swing by to laugh its ass off—
“My mouth really hurts, Satoshi-kun,” Sho whined again, like it wasn’t obvious enough from the red lips, the watery eyes, the overall look of distress—
Satoshi sighed, his mind already reeling through a dozen different things he’d like to try doing to make Sho’s mouth feel better again.
Those huge, round eyes were asking for it. They’re always just asking...
But Kazunari’s grumbling and Miss Ayase’s scolding reminded him all too glaringly of the company that he absolutely didn’t need, nor wanted at this point.
Sighing in barely disguised frustration, Satoshi rubbed his thumb over the sheen of ice water on Sho’s swollen lips.
Sho’s lips trembled slightly against his finger, the boy’s eyes harboring a secret smile—
Satoshi groaned in his head, making a mental note to ask Shibata-san for bigger underpants later on.
Next >>>>>
***This makes me want to adopt a dog and re-name it Sho. xp
***Thank you very much for reading~! <333
Pair: Ohno/Sho
Prompt: 74
Word count: 563
Note: inspired by Arashi no Shukudai-kun 2008.08.25 – the one with the habanero.
Series: Waku Waku Orphans
1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7
One thing that Sho should’ve learned after two years of living in Waku Waku was that you could never trust anything that Kazunari said.
But if there’s anything at all that Satoshi had learned about Sho in those two years, it’s that pranking the surprisingly gullible boy was as easy as conning a dog to chase its own tail.
Sometimes, a simple backward glance was all it took.
And with Kazunari pulling the strings, it’s always just as hilarious.
Except this time, and for the first time since Sho came to the orphanage, pitching himself in Kazunari’s crosshairs without effort at all, Satoshi wasn’t laughing.
And he couldn’t quite tell yet which red-faced, teary-eyed, practically choked-up idiot he was the most annoyed with at the moment.
“Ow!” Sho growled, leaning away from the ice cube he had deliberately nudged on the boy’s lips with all the warmth of a wrecking ball.
“Suck on this and quit whining like a girl!” he hissed back, all sense of tolerance forgotten.
“I don’t whine like a girl!” Sho pouted, at once disproving his own point. “And I want more yoghurt!”
“There’s no more yoghurt, you moron!” He all but shoved the cube into the gawking boy’s mouth. “Now, suck!”
Sho looked like he’s about to really cry for a whole other different reason as he begrudgingly took the cube into his mouth, mumbling, “You didn’t have to call me a moron, you know.”
And this was when it first happened for Satoshi: a numbing heat shooting through his nerves, freezing his entire world for the briefest moment.
This wasn’t the first time that Sho had ever made him feel uncomfortable and all flushed up.
This was, however, the very first time that the heat and the discomfort had reached those parts of him that he had just recently become intensely aware of.
A small groan escaped his throat, the sound of his innocence falling from grace, if the growing tightness in his underpants was any indication.
Who knew being twelve could be this troublesome?
He might as well have eaten one of those habanero peppers on the table that Sho and Kazunari themselves had picked from Miss Ayase’s spice garden.
These idiots had apparently been planning to eat more than one, in an all out battle of guts and glory that apparently escalated from a mere ‘I bet you can’t do that’ dare.
To be fair though, the idiots had very nearly puked their guts out into the kitchen sink.
And glory probably did swing by to laugh its ass off—
“My mouth really hurts, Satoshi-kun,” Sho whined again, like it wasn’t obvious enough from the red lips, the watery eyes, the overall look of distress—
Satoshi sighed, his mind already reeling through a dozen different things he’d like to try doing to make Sho’s mouth feel better again.
Those huge, round eyes were asking for it. They’re always just asking...
But Kazunari’s grumbling and Miss Ayase’s scolding reminded him all too glaringly of the company that he absolutely didn’t need, nor wanted at this point.
Sighing in barely disguised frustration, Satoshi rubbed his thumb over the sheen of ice water on Sho’s swollen lips.
Sho’s lips trembled slightly against his finger, the boy’s eyes harboring a secret smile—
Satoshi groaned in his head, making a mental note to ask Shibata-san for bigger underpants later on.
Next >>>>>
***This makes me want to adopt a dog and re-name it Sho. xp
***Thank you very much for reading~! <333
