Laylah (laylah) wrote in kinkfest, @ 2007-09-06 05:55:00 |
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Entry tags: | a: laylah, f: final fantasy xii, p: basch/vossler, september 06 |
"Barbarian Habits," Final Fantasy XII (Basch/Vossler)
Title: Barbarian Habits
Author: Laylah
Fandom: Final Fantasy XII
Pairing: Basch/Vossler
Rating: R for m/m foreplay
Word count: 436
Prompt: laughter - the fine fair hairs on the backs of his arms
When Basch gets out of the shower, finally, he seems surprised that Vossler has waited for him after all. "I thought my barbarian habits put you off," he says, collapsing across the bed, his towel riding low across his hips and askew. His hair is dark with the water, clinging to his neck.
"Despite your barbarian habits," Vossler says, deadpan, "I think you might be redeemable." He sits down on the edge of the bed; Basch's skin has lost the flush of Dalmascan heat, chased off by the cold water, and the fine fair hairs on the backs of his arms stand on end with gooseflesh. "How you can stand it, though, I've no idea. Look at you. You're chilled."
"Better that than sick with the heat," Basch says, and smiles. "After all --" he reaches for Vossler, pulls him down -- "when you're too cold, you can always fix that with a little exertion."
Vossler laughs, as their limbs tangle together, as he feels Basch's damp towel slide free. He has been waiting for his turn in the washroom, his chance to bathe in water of a more reasonable temperature, but now he finds he doesn't mind the delay. "I see," he says. "That's why you were so interested in being my friend when we went out on that first patrol. You were using me for my body heat when it grew cold at night."
"Not entirely," Basch says. He's trying to keep a straight face, but there's laughter dancing in his eyes all the same. "I also thought you had a nice ass."
"Incorrigible, uncouth barbarian," Vossler says, and leans down to bite Basch's collarbone. Basch yelps, but he doesn't really pull away, and Vossler likes the taste of his skin: still damp from the shower, strangely sweet with all traces of sweat washed away. Vossler lingers there, sucking, turning his head to mouth at the frantic pulse beating in Basch's throat.
"More," Basch husks, reaching down, pulling his towel untucked. His skin feels sticky under Vossler's hands.
Vossler grins, hiding his face in the hollow of Basch's shoulder. "You want to wind up a mess again, mm?" He sits up, unlacing his shirt so he can strip it off. "If you're not careful, you're going to wind up needing to get back in the shower."
Basch smiles, reaching down to curl a hand around his cock and stroke slowly, making it an invitation. "Come with me if I do? Wash my back?"
"Maybe," Vossler says. "If you're willing to bathe in warm water for once."
Basch laughs, and pulls him back down. "Done."