HiHi
HiHi! So this is a oneshot that just popped into my head. I'll soon be writing a RitsukaXSeimipedafile type of story soon. Be on the look out for that one!!
P.S.- go on and watch Walking in the Butterflies
ONE OF THE BEST LOVELESS VIDs EVER; no I did not make it.
-do not own, just worship-
"People are staring".
This is true. As our lovely odd couple walked down what is one of Tokyo's many crowded streets, people couldn't help but turn their curious heads just a quarter of an inch from their shopping quests to sneak a peek at this strange sight. Some openly stared, kneeling down to place their brand name bags on the dusty side walk, then resuming to lean on a car meter or store window. Toddlers wrapped in layers of colored sweaters pointed with their gloved hands and asked their equally decked mommies and daddies why that big boy was holding the pretty man's hand. "Oh, sweetie, that's his father/uncle/cousin/brother. Let's hurry, I want to get to that new children's' store down the street". The adult would then hurriedly try to distract it's offspring before it could ponder aloud why they don't look anything alike or themselves to ponder the age difference.
"Let them stare, it's none of their business".
This is true. As they passed, people quickly went back to their previous activities as if nothing peculiar occurred that chilly day in Tokyo.
A silver key with indigo butterflies flying across was inserted into a rusty brown lock which, when used, opened to a spacious flat filled with a twin bed, a stainless steel kitchen, and a tiled bathroom area. The rest was glossy wooden flooring that made the space look warm and inviting, despite its lack of furnishings and memorabilia. Soubi and Ritsuka entered; discarding their scarves and coats on the old wooden rack stand that stood purposely next to the only door and umbrella vase.
"Are you hungry"? Soubi calmly asked, as he watched Ritsuka remove his knee high black boots. He looked up at Soubi as he spoke his response, wiggling his red socked toes from his outstretched legs on the hard wooden floor.
"No".
"Well I am". Soubi crisply walked the few inches over and picked Ritsuka up, one skinny arm under his head and the other under his knees, the perfect picture of a new wife being walked over the new threshold by her new husband. RItsuka fidgeted and squirmed, trying to disengage himself from Soubi's surprisingly firm grip.
"This is rape you know"?
"Its not rape if there's consent".
"Who says I gave you consent"?
"The gun in your pocket". At that moment, Ritsuka turned a bright tomato red, inspired by the embarrassment and truth located in that single fact.
Sprawled naked and tangled across the once immaculately tidy bed, Risuka slept enwrapped in the crook of Soubi's arm, his head resting on his collarbone. Soubi's other arm cradled Ritsuka's soft but sweaty face, a relaxed rose in the setting sun's light that protruded through the open blinds of the flat. Waking, Ritsuka's eyes open large but soften as he remembers where he is…and who he's currently against. He rises mid way, but only to reach over Soubi to grip an edge of the light navy blanket as it hung from the side of the bed. He nuzzled back into his previous position as Soubi settled the blanket over the both of them.
"Lets do this again..sometime". Soubi yawnedand pushed himself Ritsuka even more.
"Mkay."