Author's note: So I have a folder with a bunch of little drabbles that I didn't originally post, for one reason or another. This one however was burning a hole in my harddrive, so I thought I'd clean it up and post it here, since it's too short to justify posting it by itself IMO. Also, Cosmo!sex. So yeah. I'll probably keep adding to this thing every now and then anyway. Enjoy :)


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There is a magazine kiosk by the train station on Decim's way to work, which sells the usual things, newspapers and candy and women's magazines, and usually Decim only pays a cursory glance to them. This time, though, something catches his eye:

MAKE HER BEG FOR MORE, it says.

Beg for what? Decim wonders, and he purchases the magazine. The man behind the counter slips it into a paper bag, which crinkles slightly as he walks with it under his arm.

xXx

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He flips through the magazine during his lunch break. The article in question, "37 WAYS TO PLEASE YOUR WOMAN," is of particular interest to him, and as he flips through the pages his irises start to turn.

xXx

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"I would like to have sex with you," Decim says, out of nowhere, while they're standing in the kitchen. He had just finished doing the dishes; up until then he made no indication that he was in that kind of mood.

"I- um. Okay," Chiyuki says, somewhat surprised by his forthrightness. "Do you mean you want to do it now or later tonight?"

"Now would be preferable," he says.

"Oh." She blinks. "...Okay."

And she follows him into the bedroom.

xXx

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He's thrusting with a little more force than usual, and Chiyuki hums a little, in appreciation. Ever since their conversation that Decim should initiate things more often, he's been more up front about his desire for her, which Chiyuki appreciates.

"Unh," she says. He's practically pounding her into the mattress. She digs her fingers into his shoulders, moaning a little when he kisses her neck. His mouth is hot - it feels really good - and she thinks she's about to come when suddenly he stops and moves to flip her over.

Well this is different, Chiyuki thinks, and he's dragging her hips upwards until she's on her knees, crouching on all fours. He slides back into her easily in one smooth stroke, and somehow he feels different. Bigger, maybe, but it's not unpleasant. There is a slick, slapping sound as he moves inside her, and Chiyuki tries to prop herself up on her elbows, her body rocking a bit too forward with the movement.

And then he's pulling her off the bed. Chiyuki cranes her head back, but she can't tell what the heck he's doing until she's hanging off the side of the mattress and he's standing on the floor, holding her like a wheelbarrow.

"Um, Decim, what-" but she's cut off by another thrust. She feels him drop one of her legs, accidentally.

"Forgiveme," he says. He fumbles with her thigh, hoisting it back up.

"What are you doing?" she says, but he's already turning her on her back, pulling one leg up over his shoulder. Which would work, except that Decim is too tall, and instead of bending forward he's pulling Chiyuki's butt off the mattress, so that she's strung up at an angle, her shoulders and neck the only parts of her body still on the mattress.

"Uh, maybe if you bend forward," Chiyuki says.

"Pardon?" He's still trying to thrust.

"Bend forward," Chiyuki says, and he does - and puts the weight of both their bodies into the back of her head.

"Aggh! Decim!"

"Chiyuki-san!" he says, and he fumbles. She drops like a rock, tumbling off the bed and smacking her butt into the floor.

"Ow!" Chiyuki says, and she starts laughing. Decim looks horrified.

"I'm terribly sorry," he says, and he helps her up. "Are you hurt?"

"I'm fine. I've fallen harder before."

"I am glad," Decim says, and he looks visibly relieved. "Perhaps we can try it again...?"

"Um, no offense, but I'd rather not," Chiyuki says.

xXx

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"The Couch Canoodle? The Electric Slide? Crouching Tiger Hidden Orgasm?"

Chiyuki flips through the magazine, her frown growing deeper and deeper, as she flips through the pages.

"It is probably because I am doing it wrong," Decim says, and he shows her the position he had tried earlier. "I probably should have started with you already off the bed. I did not take into account the difficulty to change mid-coitus."

Chiyuki frowns at a picture of a man holding a woman upside down, her legs hooked on his shoulders and his head between her legs. "'Standing ovation,'" Chiyuki reads. She looks up at Decim. "You weren't planning on trying that, right?"

"It says it would give you a very good orgasm," Decim says, solemnly. Chiyuki facepalms, frowning.

"Yeah, if you don't drop me on my head, first."