[Weiß Kreuz] Fantasy
Title: Fantasy Author: Trio Maxwell-Chang Fandom: Weiss Kreuz Pairing or POV: Yoji (about Ken)
Ken had a woman's mouth. It was incongruous - red wine instead of water - and it plagued Yoji as he sat in his room late at night, smoking out the window and letting his thoughts drift. Before Weiss, before the brunette, the thoughts would wander out over the city, caressing the women he knew. Now they chose to stay in, much as he did, worrying at the puzzle that was Hidaka Ken.
Yoji didn't like men. He had nothing against them or the idea, but none had ever intrigued him. So he couldn't understand, at first, why his mind lingered over the athlete, reminding Yoji how sexy he could look fresh from a shower, or the way a tiny line appeared between his brows when he concentrated. It irritated the playboy, at first, that his body would ache at the sight of those furrowed brows.
He figured it out, he thought, when he noticed the lips. They were kissable lips, teasing him whenever Ken spoke. Sometimes, the man's tongue would dart out, wetting them to a shine, and Yoji carefully hid his weak-kneed response. His mind would linger on the action once he was off alone, turning it over as it teased his body. He couldn't decide what was sexier about it - the way Ken's lips looked afterward, or the images Yoji conjured in his mind of how that tongue would feel sliding against his own.
Those nights were marked by Yoji reaching for the lotion he'd set nearby. After the first few fumblings, he'd chosen to give into the inevitable, setting a bottle of lotion nearby and reaching for it when his mind lingered too long, placing those lips and tongue lower on his body. He'd slick one hand, using the other to undo his pants and shove them off. He wondered, sometimes, how odd a picture he must make, shirt on and pants off, smoking leisurely at the window as he slowly stroked himself to completion. Never fast - Yoji liked to linger over pleasure, to do it properly, whether to himself or another.
It was somehow more intense with Ken's image conjured up in his head. Yoji had seen enough of the man nude while patching up after missions to know his imagination was accurate. He could see Ken stripping, a slow tease just for Yoji, with those blue eyes dancing. For a time, Ken would stand back, tantalizing both of them with knowing eyes and wet, shining lips. And then Ken would pad forward, dropping to his knees between Yoji's legs, locking his lips around the head of Yoji's cock. In Yoji's imagination, he was skilled, knowing just when to use lips and tongue, where to apply suction, what the other man liked.
Slow stroking, imagined tonguing, got him off faster and better than the best of his previous lovers. When it was all over and he lay panting, sprawled over the chair with his cigarette mostly ashes and an odd little smile on his lips, he always found himself indulging in one final fantasy. Ken would rise, lean over, and they'd share a kiss, Yoji's taste on Ken's lips, Yoji's tongue exploring the mouth with abandon. The kiss ended on a sweet note, as any full kiss with woman's lips must. And Yoji would lean his head back and sigh, knowing that he'd never have the courage to make fantasy into reality.