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[Fic] Studies in Subtly Falling, (Oofuri, R)
Title: Studies in Subtly Falling
Pairing: Oda x Kanou
Word Count: 487
Rating: R
Warnings: PWP. As in, there really isn't plot. D:
A/N: A couple of the snippets were written for a Sprinkink Meme of yore, and I was too much of a scatterbrain to actually post. Adfja;jklasdf
Summary: There are things you can never examine because they are too near.
Kanou cannot keep his hands still when he tries to explain something and not just when it comes to baseball--he likes to write, using arrows and underlines to illustrate his point, the movement of his calloused fingers keeping time with the words.
Once, on the night before exams, he started drawing the diagram of an important Bakamatsu battle at the back of Oda’s history textbook, hastily scribbling landscapes and soldier formations as he tried to help Oda review, his voice measured yet persistent.
Kanou was mortified when he realized what he has done after but Oda just laughed it off, his own hands smoothing the page.
---
Oda was away visiting family when Kanou sent him mail one morning. It was one sentence short, the way most of Kanou's messages were, direct and perfunctory.
We'll do it when you get back from vacation.
The only things that stopped him from scurrying for the next train to Gunma were his promise to his sister to watch the festival fireworks, his lack of pocket money, and a grandmother who expected him to eat all the wagashi.
Oda was supposed to go back to Mihoshi on Sunday, the morning before classes resume. He arrived at the dorms Friday night and waited until the next morning to tell Kanou.
Still, Kanou spluttered indignantly when he finally met Oda, his ears turning red. He refused to accept the big bag of rice desserts Oda brought back from home. "God, Why are you this humiliating?"
Oda could only laugh sheepishly.
---
He had to teach Kanou how to kiss, at first. It was a challenge, especially when Kanou kept changing his mind, when he'd say no even as his every shudder made Oda want to plow on, take more. Figuring out which angles work best, how movement is essential, knowing the right time to press and lick--it's the extension of his instinct as a batter.
Sometimes though, Kanou'd get the better of him.
They made out, and it was easy and comforting. Then he started to feel the tip of Kanou's tongue against his upper lip, testing, unsure. It slipped between his lips for one brief moment before retreating back again, Kanou's mouth moving away.
He couldn't help himself--he started to grip the back of Kanou's head to keep him in place, sucking on his tongue like it was hard candy. He drowns himself into the kiss until he starts to register Kanou's sharp nails digging into his forearm. And it hurt enough to make him break the kiss.
"Ow!" Oda pulled back a little, rubbing his arm in disbelief. Kanou looked back at him balefully. "What did I do?"
"You're being sleazy." But he opened his mouth when Oda bent over him and his tongue ventured into him once again, Kanou's hips bucking involuntarily. He made an urgent moan, and the jolt it sent through Oda's spine went on and on.
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I make Oda laugh all the time. :/ *goes back to plotting 8018*
Title: Studies in Subtly Falling
Pairing: Oda x Kanou
Word Count: 487
Rating: R
Warnings: PWP. As in, there really isn't plot. D:
A/N: A couple of the snippets were written for a Sprinkink Meme of yore, and I was too much of a scatterbrain to actually post. Adfja;jklasdf
Summary: There are things you can never examine because they are too near.
Kanou cannot keep his hands still when he tries to explain something and not just when it comes to baseball--he likes to write, using arrows and underlines to illustrate his point, the movement of his calloused fingers keeping time with the words.
Once, on the night before exams, he started drawing the diagram of an important Bakamatsu battle at the back of Oda’s history textbook, hastily scribbling landscapes and soldier formations as he tried to help Oda review, his voice measured yet persistent.
Kanou was mortified when he realized what he has done after but Oda just laughed it off, his own hands smoothing the page.
---
Oda was away visiting family when Kanou sent him mail one morning. It was one sentence short, the way most of Kanou's messages were, direct and perfunctory.
We'll do it when you get back from vacation.
The only things that stopped him from scurrying for the next train to Gunma were his promise to his sister to watch the festival fireworks, his lack of pocket money, and a grandmother who expected him to eat all the wagashi.
Oda was supposed to go back to Mihoshi on Sunday, the morning before classes resume. He arrived at the dorms Friday night and waited until the next morning to tell Kanou.
Still, Kanou spluttered indignantly when he finally met Oda, his ears turning red. He refused to accept the big bag of rice desserts Oda brought back from home. "God, Why are you this humiliating?"
Oda could only laugh sheepishly.
---
He had to teach Kanou how to kiss, at first. It was a challenge, especially when Kanou kept changing his mind, when he'd say no even as his every shudder made Oda want to plow on, take more. Figuring out which angles work best, how movement is essential, knowing the right time to press and lick--it's the extension of his instinct as a batter.
Sometimes though, Kanou'd get the better of him.
They made out, and it was easy and comforting. Then he started to feel the tip of Kanou's tongue against his upper lip, testing, unsure. It slipped between his lips for one brief moment before retreating back again, Kanou's mouth moving away.
He couldn't help himself--he started to grip the back of Kanou's head to keep him in place, sucking on his tongue like it was hard candy. He drowns himself into the kiss until he starts to register Kanou's sharp nails digging into his forearm. And it hurt enough to make him break the kiss.
"Ow!" Oda pulled back a little, rubbing his arm in disbelief. Kanou looked back at him balefully. "What did I do?"
"You're being sleazy." But he opened his mouth when Oda bent over him and his tongue ventured into him once again, Kanou's hips bucking involuntarily. He made an urgent moan, and the jolt it sent through Oda's spine went on and on.
-
I make Oda laugh all the time. :/ *goes back to plotting 8018*
