Trio Maxwell-Chang (trio) wrote in fictionaltrio, @ 2007-08-12 01:47:00 |
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Entry tags: | hidaka ken, tsukiyono omi, weiß kreuz |
[Weiß Kreuz] Socks
Title: Socks
Author: Trio Maxwell-Chang
Fandom: Weiß Kreuz
Pairing or POV: Ken/Omi
Special Note: Another of the Christmas Drabble, written to these specifications. Merry Christmas, Mina!
It always started out about the socks - or rather, the lack of them. A sly look, a warm body snuggling under the blankets - any blankets - with him, and then those feet. "Dammit, Omi!" he'd say, immediately flinching away. "Your feet are cold!"
Omi would never listen to him, though, always pursuing the retreating man, tackling him into the couch (or, lately, the bed) and pinning him down with his own smaller body. It was never a true pin. Ken was strong and well-versed in such attacks, and whatever else he was, Omi simply was not a true match for him in a fight. But Ken accepted the pinning because of what came after.
It always started out about the lack of socks, but it always changed to the lack of any other article of clothing, as they moved together in frenzied unison, bodies melded together in perfect completion. The couplings were never gentle and tender. They were both far too active and eager for that. Tender lovemaking happened as the afterglow from the first bout began to fade, and had nothing to do with this.
Ken loved thrusting upward into the welcoming body as Omi rode him, back arched and head thrown back. Omi was loud, but so was Ken, and they often got complaints from the others about the noise, complaints they laughed at and ignored. They liked being loud. There was something about the noise that added to the entire experience.
It always started out about the lack of socks, but when it finally ended, it was something else entirely, two flushed and sweaty bodies cuddled together under a blanket, eyes closed as they listened to their mingled breathing. There was something about those moments that washed away all the pain and anger of the past, leaving them grateful to be where and who they were.
Only then, as they were dozing together, peaceful and content, did Ken whisper something soft to Omi. It always drew a smile and answering comment from Omi, the words open and willing and far more important to the two than either could ever say. Because when it got to the point where they told each other they loved each other, it had nothing to do with socks.
Or a lack of them.
~End~
Word Count: 380