Mugged again...
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lavandarlizard2I really need to get that bunny a cage...
18 – Ii Kibarashi – Walking the Walk
I enjoy watching him walk.
He doesn’t just ‘walk’, he glides, he strides, he ambles, he bounces.
His braid swings with a jaunty life of its own.
His hips sway gently in a mating dance of sensual movement.
He’s walking with Trowa, his stride lengthened to keep up with the tall Were-Puma. Hands in the pockets of his short jacket. Braid bouncing energetically, the end snapping at his knees, the middle swinging back and forth across his butt. Tight jeans a denim skin over that butt and his long legs.
I am in love with those jeans. I don’t know how he gets into them, they’re so snug. They are so tight as to be woefully unfashionable among Humans. Tight enough to show every line, every muscle, every sinew. Tight enough to melt over his strong thighs, to follow the curve of his calves, to cup the pert round globes of his ass. Tight enough to prove that he wears nothing under them.
He spies something on the ground and pauses to pick it up. The jacket rides up, the jeans ride down. And there is that... spot; that gentle depression just above his tailbone. Soft, downy hair, invisible to the eye, almost imperceptible to the touch. My fingers twitch in remembrance of that fine, silky fur. I can smell his pheromones weaving around me, invading my lungs, settling snugly into my sinuses.
And then it’s gone again; hidden once more by soft faded denim. The rush of desire kicks me off-stride; I almost stumble over a crack in the sidewalk. But my eyes stay locked on his butt. On the way the old, soft denim flexes and wrinkles with his every step, the way it slides over his muscles and back again, the way the pockets of his jeans *move* with his smooth stride.
Wufei is poking at me, trying to get my attention. If he sticks that finger in my ribs one more time, I will drop-kick him over the nearest lamppost. He is distracting me from watching Duo’s butt.
“What the *fuck* do you want?” I snarl.
The Were-Dragon falters and falls back a pace, looking at me in confusion.
“I thought you wanted to go...” he trails off, pointing at the shop we’ve just passed.
Crap. I do want to go in. But Duo’s tempting rear end is getting further and further away. I take a deep breath, shuddering as the lingering pheromones slither away laughing at the besotted Wyvern. I sigh and turn towards the shop; I know perfectly well that Trowa and Duo will be waiting for us at the coffeehouse.
This stop is, after all, the whole point of my trip into town; to pick out a gift for my angel, to accompany my formal petition that he Choose me as I have Chosen him.
...but dammit... That teasing, tantalizing, *perfect* ass...
I sigh once more as I pull open the door.
Behind me I can feel Wufei smirking.
I hate priorities.
Like I said, mugged. Twenty minutes, start to finish. Still not sure if it's over...
18 – Ii Kibarashi – Walking the Walk
I enjoy watching him walk.
He doesn’t just ‘walk’, he glides, he strides, he ambles, he bounces.
His braid swings with a jaunty life of its own.
His hips sway gently in a mating dance of sensual movement.
He’s walking with Trowa, his stride lengthened to keep up with the tall Were-Puma. Hands in the pockets of his short jacket. Braid bouncing energetically, the end snapping at his knees, the middle swinging back and forth across his butt. Tight jeans a denim skin over that butt and his long legs.
I am in love with those jeans. I don’t know how he gets into them, they’re so snug. They are so tight as to be woefully unfashionable among Humans. Tight enough to show every line, every muscle, every sinew. Tight enough to melt over his strong thighs, to follow the curve of his calves, to cup the pert round globes of his ass. Tight enough to prove that he wears nothing under them.
He spies something on the ground and pauses to pick it up. The jacket rides up, the jeans ride down. And there is that... spot; that gentle depression just above his tailbone. Soft, downy hair, invisible to the eye, almost imperceptible to the touch. My fingers twitch in remembrance of that fine, silky fur. I can smell his pheromones weaving around me, invading my lungs, settling snugly into my sinuses.
And then it’s gone again; hidden once more by soft faded denim. The rush of desire kicks me off-stride; I almost stumble over a crack in the sidewalk. But my eyes stay locked on his butt. On the way the old, soft denim flexes and wrinkles with his every step, the way it slides over his muscles and back again, the way the pockets of his jeans *move* with his smooth stride.
Wufei is poking at me, trying to get my attention. If he sticks that finger in my ribs one more time, I will drop-kick him over the nearest lamppost. He is distracting me from watching Duo’s butt.
“What the *fuck* do you want?” I snarl.
The Were-Dragon falters and falls back a pace, looking at me in confusion.
“I thought you wanted to go...” he trails off, pointing at the shop we’ve just passed.
Crap. I do want to go in. But Duo’s tempting rear end is getting further and further away. I take a deep breath, shuddering as the lingering pheromones slither away laughing at the besotted Wyvern. I sigh and turn towards the shop; I know perfectly well that Trowa and Duo will be waiting for us at the coffeehouse.
This stop is, after all, the whole point of my trip into town; to pick out a gift for my angel, to accompany my formal petition that he Choose me as I have Chosen him.
...but dammit... That teasing, tantalizing, *perfect* ass...
I sigh once more as I pull open the door.
Behind me I can feel Wufei smirking.
I hate priorities.
Like I said, mugged. Twenty minutes, start to finish. Still not sure if it's over...
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Date: 2004-08-07 08:25 pm (UTC)Screw the priorities, Heero, go fuck him!
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Date: 2004-08-07 08:34 pm (UTC)Now that I've allowed Heero to indulge himself, perhaps he can be persuaded to get back to the *real* story. Damned imperious Wyvern...
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Date: 2004-08-07 09:02 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-08-08 06:14 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-08-08 06:31 am (UTC)Beats thinking about... other things.
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Date: 2004-08-08 06:38 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-08-08 07:20 am (UTC)Very cute and... distracting.
I love jeans!
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Date: 2004-08-08 04:15 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-08-08 04:19 pm (UTC)These damned 'relaxed' fit things are for old men. Might as well be polyester doubleknit leisure suits... Powder blue. With a white vinyl belt and matching shoes.
I don't think Heero would actually notice if Wufei *was* looking... Duo's-butt-watching takes a lot on concentration...
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Date: 2004-08-08 04:42 pm (UTC)BFB twisted idea hamster...
Puma-Trowa and... cat-nip. ^__^
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Date: 2004-08-08 09:18 pm (UTC)Been there, written that!
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Date: 2004-08-08 09:31 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-08-09 03:49 am (UTC)Ok... ok... how about this; do dragons or wyverns ever shed their skins?