Words of Fancy
RoxasDestati
Before we begin, I would like to explain that this is a collection of drabbles. Each drabble is written for a word or phrase submitted to me on Tumblr where I am given the chance to write whatever pairing or situation I associate with that word. There's no real particular order and it's all in good fun. They can range from sweet fluff to the mature sex scenes you all seem to adore seeing me write. I hope you enjoy.
Also note, if it turns out to be a pairing you aren't sure of or maybe don't like, give it a chance. You might end up enjoying it.
Banana
He hated him.
Oh Moses, did he hate him right now.
Of course he thought it was hilarious, he wasn't the one pinned down and being threatened with the one fruit he couldn't fucking stand. The redhead was sure that the moment he was free, Kenny was going to die by his own hand and rightfully so even if he did like the way he was-..
Oh fuck he was..
The blond chuckled at him, purposely giving the yellowed fruit nothing short of a tongue bath, dragging the muscle along it lazily now that he'd finished peeling the covering away. Kyle was surely dying at this point, caught between being filled with loathing and embarrassment that he found the display attractive at all. The unmistakable cross between disgust and shameful desire was stuck on his face.
Then he upped it a notch.
Kyle swore his stomach dropped out at the sight of that disgusting fruit disappearing into his mouth so easily before reappearing. He stared at him wide eyed while Kenny chuckled, amused by the flush quickly spreading across his face. The action was repeated, startling the Jewish male who remained caught between an everlasting conflict between stay and go as he glanced away hurriedly. Should he beat the shit out of Kenny? Should he run off in shame? He rarely fell for the blond's antics that should be rated mature with the things he enjoys tormenting people with. Especially Kyle it seemed.
His lips parted, unsure as he finally made to ask him about it, to inquire why only to find another pair pressed against them. He gave a startled noise, a muffled protest before he relaxed just slightly and fell into the awkward rhythm that was kissing. There was a light touch to his face and his lips parted again, compliantly for once, instinct expecting tongue-
and getting banana.
Oh yes. Kenny was going to die the moment he stopped gagging.
Word request submitted by Anonymous.