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valmoratitle: head over heels
rating: hovering around pg-13
words: ~300
fandom: yukan club
pairing: miroku/seishiro
disclaimer: not my boys, no money made.
notes: this was inspired by #1 in![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
becroberts "50 first lines" ficlet collection.
timeline: the week after the end of episode 6 (no spoilers)
I think it's about time for me to get a jdrama icon...but then I'd have to get more icon space. What to do, what to do.
This is not a power game, Seishiro reminds himself, turning a page of his book even though he hasn’t been reading for the past hour. Miroku doesn’t do power games because it’s not in his nature.
Seishiro suggested foot massages because it amused him, and because last week it was back massages – why not continue to another part of the body and inflict it on the Student Council Vice-President, who proved himself so skilful last week…
It’s not as though Miroku had any reason to complain; Seishiro is well aware of how pliable he becomes when he’s relaxed, and how much Miroku enjoyed what happened because of it.
But. To carry out his delegated duty first to Seishiro, then to continue on to the rest of the Yuukan Club…
Seishiro remembers to turn a page. As interesting as pressure points on the human body are, he’s finding himself too distracted to absorb anything.
Miroku, fingers spread over Noriko’s left foot, draws his thumb slowly down her arch, pressing in; she sighs faintly, her eyes closed. Miroku, cheek bulging over a lollipop, glances over at Seishiro, looking bored, and then goes back to paying attention to Noriko.
Karen stops pacing from side to side in the room like a caged lioness. “Can’t you go faster?” she pouts. “Wearing heels all day is bad for a girl’s feet, you know.”
“Then don’t wear heels,” Noriko says, quite practically, her eyes still closed. “Oh! – there! Yes!” And she arches beneath his hands before all the tension slides out of her body.
Seishiro grits his teeth and reminds himself that true martial artists are masters of their own bodies, even if they are eighteen-year-old boys whose lovers are busy giving orgasmic foot massages to their friends as a sort of power game which Seishiro has clearly utterly lost.
rating: hovering around pg-13
words: ~300
fandom: yukan club
pairing: miroku/seishiro
disclaimer: not my boys, no money made.
notes: this was inspired by #1 in
becroberts "50 first lines" ficlet collection.timeline: the week after the end of episode 6 (no spoilers)
I think it's about time for me to get a jdrama icon...but then I'd have to get more icon space. What to do, what to do.
This is not a power game, Seishiro reminds himself, turning a page of his book even though he hasn’t been reading for the past hour. Miroku doesn’t do power games because it’s not in his nature.
Seishiro suggested foot massages because it amused him, and because last week it was back massages – why not continue to another part of the body and inflict it on the Student Council Vice-President, who proved himself so skilful last week…
It’s not as though Miroku had any reason to complain; Seishiro is well aware of how pliable he becomes when he’s relaxed, and how much Miroku enjoyed what happened because of it.
But. To carry out his delegated duty first to Seishiro, then to continue on to the rest of the Yuukan Club…
Seishiro remembers to turn a page. As interesting as pressure points on the human body are, he’s finding himself too distracted to absorb anything.
Miroku, fingers spread over Noriko’s left foot, draws his thumb slowly down her arch, pressing in; she sighs faintly, her eyes closed. Miroku, cheek bulging over a lollipop, glances over at Seishiro, looking bored, and then goes back to paying attention to Noriko.
Karen stops pacing from side to side in the room like a caged lioness. “Can’t you go faster?” she pouts. “Wearing heels all day is bad for a girl’s feet, you know.”
“Then don’t wear heels,” Noriko says, quite practically, her eyes still closed. “Oh! – there! Yes!” And she arches beneath his hands before all the tension slides out of her body.
Seishiro grits his teeth and reminds himself that true martial artists are masters of their own bodies, even if they are eighteen-year-old boys whose lovers are busy giving orgasmic foot massages to their friends as a sort of power game which Seishiro has clearly utterly lost.
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Date: 2009-01-31 06:20 pm (UTC)Feel free to swipe and continue any of those other ficbits... ^_^