The Many Earrings of Pandora Hearts
Glen could always tell whenever Jack was nearby. The melodic chiming of the blond man's earrings playing out like music to his ears. The most beautiful thing to Glen was music and the music coming from that man was the best the world had to offer. The earrings providing the perfect accompaniment to Jack's voice, to his laughter, to the melody that seemed to be pouring out straight from the man's soul. The melody that played right to the tune of Glen's heart. Oh, they'd make beautiful music together, Glen was sure of it.
Sometimes the cleanliness and order annoyed Break. Not too much to where it was an actual problem, but enough that he didn't feel bad about complaining to Liam about it. Seriously though, every place and situation could use a little chaos every now and then. Liam tended to not be too enthusiastic whenever Break decided to introduce chaos into their life, but in the end it usually turned out to be a fun experience for the both of them.
The main part of Liam's neat-freak nature that Break just loved was his hygiene. The man knew how to clean himself, and Break too if he might add. He never missed a spot. Whenever Liam was fresh out of the shower, Break would always manage to end up with his nose pressed against Liam's squeaky-clean, and still damp, skin to take in his aroma. Break would make sure to take his time reacquainting himself with Liam's scent, making sure to get every part of his body. The final test always came when Break would get to the ears. Most people never cleaned their ears properly, especially if they always wore earrings. But not Liam. His ears were just as fresh and clean as the rest of him. Break would nuzzle the wet, and slightly warm, metal and whisper something into Liam's ear that would generally lead to them having to shower again. Although break would never admit it, clean could be nice.
Reo would never tell Elliot how much he loved his earring, in case the compliment went straight to his head, but something about it enraptured him. The contrast between the bright blue stone the color of Elliot's beautiful eyes and the even tone of Elliot's skin. The dazzling silver metal when it caught the light and radiated it back out just like Elliot seemed to radiate himself. It was beautiful. Reo could write entire songs and books with just the imagery that was inspired by Elliot's perfect being. Any ornamentation on that body was glorified by the surrounding features. It would always take Elliot by surprise to catch Reo staring, often asking if there was something on his face or if Reo "liked what he saw." To the later Reo always answered "yes," which would normally lead to a quick romp in the sheets, on the floor, on the kitchen table, or wherever they happened to be.
The feeling of the cool metal against the warmth of Elliot's ear was a sensation that sent shivers down Reo's spine. He'd absentmindedly find himself stroking the piercing, and Elliot's ear with it. Not that Elliot minded, he found the gesture soothing. Knowing that this accessory was a part of his beloved Elliot made him want to touch it, to leave his mark on it somehow.
That's where his mouth came in. Licking and kissing at the lobe, slipping his tongue under the stone to lap at the junction of metal and skin, savoring the mingling tastes of bitter metallic and salty sweat. Sucking the lobe and it's adornment into his mouth to be toyed around with by his tongue. If they weren't already having sex whenever Reo decided to pull this trick, they definitely would be afterwards. After all, the best way to get a man in bed is through his ears.