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[Ficbit] DRAMAtical Murder //
*covers face in hands* I don't think I can explain how much shame I feel about this ficbit. Like, there is shame, and there is this intense level of embarrassment. There are not dicks touching! In fact, this is the exact space of time between dicks being relevant to anything! I am just. Too English to be writing about young men having naked pillow fights and talking about having sex. NEVER AGAIN.
... What I'm saying is that this fic is a) purely id-based, b) in need of additional rewrites, c) being posted because I want to get used to the idea of things that I have written that involve dicks existing on the internet. Even if it's locked and filtered. Plus I'm pretty sure that if I was going to write this up for public consumption I would actually need to put the sex scene in and quite frankly I AM NOT READY FOR THAT. Basically THIS STORY IS FULL OF SCORPIONS, DUDE DON'T READ IT.
(Also that one of y'all needs to play DMMd so I'm not suffering alone. I have the long rambling post about this piece of shit game sitting in my drafts notebook! I just need to type it up!)
DRAMAtical Murder //
T/R (Mentions of sex, but no actual sex on screen?) | 404 words | Aoba/Noiz | Set post Noiz's good end, spoilers for that |
Aoba is still trying to catch his breath, come still drying on his stomach (and on his face, what the fuck Noiz), when Noiz rolls over and says "I think I should ride you, next."
Aoba cracks an eye open to glare at him. "Right now?"
The shit eating grin that spreads across Noiz's face is still strange and unfamiliar without all of the piercings. Aoba still knows exactly what he's going to say though, and is already grabbing one of the ridiculously overstuffed pillows by the time Noiz says "What? Worried you're too old to get it up again?"
Noiz doesn't see the pillow coming, so Aoba manages to get a few good hits in before Noiz can try to grab him. The tussle over the pillow is short and vicious; between the two of them, it couldn't really be anything else. Aoba follows Noiz's tugs and just tackles him. He doesn't manage to knock Noiz off the bed (because Noiz's bed is as big as Aoba's old bedroom, what the fuck Noiz), but he does knock him flat onto his back and sit on him. Noiz lets his hands fall to Aoba's hips, laughing, and Aoba mashes him in the face with the pillow.
... The pillow's probably kinda gross, now, actually. Which is Noiz's fault, so Aoba shouldn't be embarrassed about it, but... He still tosses the pillow off the bed, face red.
Noiz rubs his thumbs along the lines of Aoba's hips, smiling softly when Aoba shivers. "I thought I said that we would do lots of different things once I was out of the hospital."
"Yeah, and then you ran away to Germany." Aoba tries to meet Noiz's eyes, but he can't hold his gaze. He can't even raise his voice above a mumble when he says "I... Don't mind."
Noiz just raises his eyebrows, and Aoba can feel a dull heat rising in his cheeks. He can't just say what's in his mind like Noiz can, even at the best of times. And right now his mind is occupied picturing it - Noiz craves touch now that he can feel it, and this would be one of the most... thorough ways Aoba could touch him. And having all of Noiz's focus and strength at his mercy...
Noiz's voice is deliberately casual when he adds "I don't mind if it hurts."
"Perverted brat," Aoba says, smiling, and bites him.
... What I'm saying is that this fic is a) purely id-based, b) in need of additional rewrites, c) being posted because I want to get used to the idea of things that I have written that involve dicks existing on the internet. Even if it's locked and filtered. Plus I'm pretty sure that if I was going to write this up for public consumption I would actually need to put the sex scene in and quite frankly I AM NOT READY FOR THAT. Basically THIS STORY IS FULL OF SCORPIONS, DUDE DON'T READ IT.
(Also that one of y'all needs to play DMMd so I'm not suffering alone. I have the long rambling post about this piece of shit game sitting in my drafts notebook! I just need to type it up!)
DRAMAtical Murder //
T/R (Mentions of sex, but no actual sex on screen?) | 404 words | Aoba/Noiz | Set post Noiz's good end, spoilers for that |
Aoba is still trying to catch his breath, come still drying on his stomach (and on his face, what the fuck Noiz), when Noiz rolls over and says "I think I should ride you, next."
Aoba cracks an eye open to glare at him. "Right now?"
The shit eating grin that spreads across Noiz's face is still strange and unfamiliar without all of the piercings. Aoba still knows exactly what he's going to say though, and is already grabbing one of the ridiculously overstuffed pillows by the time Noiz says "What? Worried you're too old to get it up again?"
Noiz doesn't see the pillow coming, so Aoba manages to get a few good hits in before Noiz can try to grab him. The tussle over the pillow is short and vicious; between the two of them, it couldn't really be anything else. Aoba follows Noiz's tugs and just tackles him. He doesn't manage to knock Noiz off the bed (because Noiz's bed is as big as Aoba's old bedroom, what the fuck Noiz), but he does knock him flat onto his back and sit on him. Noiz lets his hands fall to Aoba's hips, laughing, and Aoba mashes him in the face with the pillow.
... The pillow's probably kinda gross, now, actually. Which is Noiz's fault, so Aoba shouldn't be embarrassed about it, but... He still tosses the pillow off the bed, face red.
Noiz rubs his thumbs along the lines of Aoba's hips, smiling softly when Aoba shivers. "I thought I said that we would do lots of different things once I was out of the hospital."
"Yeah, and then you ran away to Germany." Aoba tries to meet Noiz's eyes, but he can't hold his gaze. He can't even raise his voice above a mumble when he says "I... Don't mind."
Noiz just raises his eyebrows, and Aoba can feel a dull heat rising in his cheeks. He can't just say what's in his mind like Noiz can, even at the best of times. And right now his mind is occupied picturing it - Noiz craves touch now that he can feel it, and this would be one of the most... thorough ways Aoba could touch him. And having all of Noiz's focus and strength at his mercy...
Noiz's voice is deliberately casual when he adds "I don't mind if it hurts."
"Perverted brat," Aoba says, smiling, and bites him.
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And how much this gets across about who they are and how they interact: The tussle over the pillow is short and vicious; between the two of them, it couldn't really be anything else.
This is a great description: Noiz just raises his eyebrows, and Aoba can feel a dull heat rising in his cheeks.
I really enjoyed this and you have nothing to be embarrassed about! And I want to hear more about this game, your comments about it have made me curious. And wary.
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Anyway, yessss, even though I have no idea who these characters are or what they're referring to, this was a fun read and I totally want to remain on this filter.