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Spark of Black
Title: Spark of Black
Fandom: Wadanohara and the Great Blue Sea
Character(s): Old, Meikai, Tatsumiya
Pairing(s): Old/Meikai
Genre: Smut
Word Count: 1,285
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: None
Summary: Meikai makes Old dinner. Things escalate quickly.
Notes: Remember when I wrote detailed porn? Me neither, but I'm gonna try again!
It starts with Meikai making dinner for Old.
Technically, it started with that morning and Tatsumiya spending the day away from the two of them at the palace. Meikai had offered to accompany her, but Tatsumiya had very gently reminded him that while her presence was requested, it was a very minor request that wouldn’t require him to waste his time, and he’d been so tired lately that he ought to take the day off.
He had reluctantly agreed, and spent most of the day napping. During that time, Old was left wandering about the town trying to find something marginally entertaining to do without much success.
He comes back shortly before dinnertime to find that Meikai is browning meat. He smells it before he sees it, and the enticing scent draws him to the kitchen. “You don’t cook meat too often,” he says. Tatsumiya isn’t fond of anything heavier than zooplankton, and Meikai usually indulges her in whatever she wants, avoiding only seaweed.
“Since Tatsumiya will be home late,” Meikai says, looking back over his shoulder, “I thought I’d take the opportunity. Would you set the table?”
Old does, and soon enough there’s sizzling steak on his plate. It’s just red enough to bleed, exactly the way he likes it best. He chomps into it, getting juice on his face.
Meikai is still cutting his into neat bite-sized portions. His serving is about half the size of Old’s. “Napkins, Old.”
“Yeah, I know.” He wipes his face a little before taking another large bite. This time Meikai just shakes his head and starts to eat.
When Meikai’s done, he sets his dishes in the sink, then returns to the table to pick up Old’s napkin and wipe his face for him.
Old bats at his hands, not with any force. “Quit it. You’re embarrassing.”
Meikai smiles, dropping the napkin on the table. “Would this be any better?” He leans in and presses his lips against Old’s.
It’s unfair to do this to him when he tastes like Old’s favorite food: Old’s tongue traces the seam of his lips and Meikai parts them for him, quickly deepening the kiss. Meikai grips his shoulder lightly, only higher than Old now because Old’s still sitting.
Meikai’s eyes shut and he makes soft sounds of pleasure into the kiss. The flush on his face and the trickle of gasps are delicious, even when the taste of dinner has disappeared.
Old breaks the kiss. He slides his arms around Meikai’s waist and picks him up as he stands. “How long till she gets back?” he asks.
Meikai holds onto him gently. Old doesn’t drop him unless he intends to. “A few hours at least. Plenty of time.”
The bedroom is upstairs from the kitchen, not a far walk. Old lets Meikai fall onto the bed, and sets to the task of ridding him of his troublesome clothes.
This would be more annoying if Meikai hadn’t just been sleeping. As it is, he’s only wearing a nightshirt and pajama pants, which are still covering too much. Old pulls Meikai’s shirt off over his head and sets his teeth into his neck.
Meikai moans, reaching for Old’s tie and undoing it while he still has the dexterity. He lets the tie fall onto the bed, nudges Old’s coat off, and tries to unbutton his shirt, all while Old is leaving bites down his neck and shoulders.
Old doesn’t ever apologize for the pain his bites cause, but he does lick the marks left to soothe them. When Meikai’s fingers are fumbling too hard to work the buttons of his shirt, Old does it for him, tossing the shirt on the floor and kicking his boots and socks off while he’s at it.
Meikai runs his hands down Old’s chest, briefly. It’s not that sensitive, so he doesn’t linger, instead pulling Old down and giving him another deep kiss that Old breaks, again, only to move onto other important matters.
Their pants go at roughly the same time, also deposited carelessly on the floor. Meikai gives one of Old’s claspers a few good rubs while Old pulls off one of his gloves with his teeth. Meikai’s more sensitive than Old, and louder, which Old appreciates as he slides his hand down and Meikai immediately moans his name, only crescendoing with every stroke.
Old’s in a good mood tonight and he reaches for the drawer of the nightstand with his other hand, quickly finding the specialty underwater brand lube that Meikai always looks completely unapologetic to be caught buying.
He pops open the cap. “Want to ride?” he asks, not taking his other hand off of him.
Mekai’s face breaks into a wide smile. “I’d love to.” He watches Old spread the lube on his fingers, and takes in a sharp breath as the first finger slides into him.
Old’s fingers are big: not nearly as big as his claspers, but big, and even having done this many times before doesn’t make the push completely comfortable. Meikai is good at relaxing for him, though, and Old has enough room to push in a second finger and stretch him out a bit more.
Meikai is still rubbing one of his claspers, though it’s more like an idle movement than anything else. Old’s third finger draws out a louder whimper, and Old licks a bite mark in something like contrition.
“It’s fine, don’t worry,” says Meikai, to Old’s unsaid apology. “You won’t hurt me in any way I don’t ask for.”
“You’re too trusting,” Old says, stretching his fingers a bit more before deciding that was as much as what was needed.
“Only because it’s you, Old.” Meikai gently pushes Old onto his back and straddles him, carefully guiding one of his claspers inside.
Meikai is tight, and Old hisses before he’s even halfway in. Meikai has to stop lowering himself every inch or so and pause before starting again, but eventually he comes to a stop, about where Old expected his limit to be. He still hasn’t taken Old completely in, but what is in is enough to make Old groan and have to restrain himself from pushing up with his hips.
Meikai rises up slowly, still getting used to the fullness, and then slides down again. His rhythm is slow at first, but gradually becoming faster and more to Old’s liking as the discomfort fades from him. His voice rises with his pace, Old’s name as well as wordless cries.
Old always tries to keep quiet, but never fully succeeds. Mostly he lets out groans and harsh breaths, rarely anything with words. He knows Meikai treasures every time he can get Old to say his name.
Old knows exactly why Meikai prefers this position, and he’d be lying if he said he minded occasionally giving up control to his sorcerer now and again. Not like this, with heat surrounding him and sparking through him. He can’t help but raise his hips to answer Meikai’s rhythm, but Meikai has the bulk of control over his pleasure now.
Meikai reaches for his other clasper and in retaliation Old strokes at the same speed. They don’t last long like this, they never do, but they last long enough that when Old finishes with with a rough “M-Meikai,” and Meikai spills over his stomach, they’re both satisfied.
Meikai slowly pulls off of him and cuddles close to him; Old doesn’t push him away. A quickly muttered spell deals with the wet spot, and it’s so comfortable lying like that that Old decides to just take a quick nap.
That’s how Tatsumiya finds them a few hours later, both peacefully asleep. She smiles and kisses both their foreheads.
Fandom: Wadanohara and the Great Blue Sea
Character(s): Old, Meikai, Tatsumiya
Pairing(s): Old/Meikai
Genre: Smut
Word Count: 1,285
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: None
Summary: Meikai makes Old dinner. Things escalate quickly.
Notes: Remember when I wrote detailed porn? Me neither, but I'm gonna try again!
It starts with Meikai making dinner for Old.
Technically, it started with that morning and Tatsumiya spending the day away from the two of them at the palace. Meikai had offered to accompany her, but Tatsumiya had very gently reminded him that while her presence was requested, it was a very minor request that wouldn’t require him to waste his time, and he’d been so tired lately that he ought to take the day off.
He had reluctantly agreed, and spent most of the day napping. During that time, Old was left wandering about the town trying to find something marginally entertaining to do without much success.
He comes back shortly before dinnertime to find that Meikai is browning meat. He smells it before he sees it, and the enticing scent draws him to the kitchen. “You don’t cook meat too often,” he says. Tatsumiya isn’t fond of anything heavier than zooplankton, and Meikai usually indulges her in whatever she wants, avoiding only seaweed.
“Since Tatsumiya will be home late,” Meikai says, looking back over his shoulder, “I thought I’d take the opportunity. Would you set the table?”
Old does, and soon enough there’s sizzling steak on his plate. It’s just red enough to bleed, exactly the way he likes it best. He chomps into it, getting juice on his face.
Meikai is still cutting his into neat bite-sized portions. His serving is about half the size of Old’s. “Napkins, Old.”
“Yeah, I know.” He wipes his face a little before taking another large bite. This time Meikai just shakes his head and starts to eat.
When Meikai’s done, he sets his dishes in the sink, then returns to the table to pick up Old’s napkin and wipe his face for him.
Old bats at his hands, not with any force. “Quit it. You’re embarrassing.”
Meikai smiles, dropping the napkin on the table. “Would this be any better?” He leans in and presses his lips against Old’s.
It’s unfair to do this to him when he tastes like Old’s favorite food: Old’s tongue traces the seam of his lips and Meikai parts them for him, quickly deepening the kiss. Meikai grips his shoulder lightly, only higher than Old now because Old’s still sitting.
Meikai’s eyes shut and he makes soft sounds of pleasure into the kiss. The flush on his face and the trickle of gasps are delicious, even when the taste of dinner has disappeared.
Old breaks the kiss. He slides his arms around Meikai’s waist and picks him up as he stands. “How long till she gets back?” he asks.
Meikai holds onto him gently. Old doesn’t drop him unless he intends to. “A few hours at least. Plenty of time.”
The bedroom is upstairs from the kitchen, not a far walk. Old lets Meikai fall onto the bed, and sets to the task of ridding him of his troublesome clothes.
This would be more annoying if Meikai hadn’t just been sleeping. As it is, he’s only wearing a nightshirt and pajama pants, which are still covering too much. Old pulls Meikai’s shirt off over his head and sets his teeth into his neck.
Meikai moans, reaching for Old’s tie and undoing it while he still has the dexterity. He lets the tie fall onto the bed, nudges Old’s coat off, and tries to unbutton his shirt, all while Old is leaving bites down his neck and shoulders.
Old doesn’t ever apologize for the pain his bites cause, but he does lick the marks left to soothe them. When Meikai’s fingers are fumbling too hard to work the buttons of his shirt, Old does it for him, tossing the shirt on the floor and kicking his boots and socks off while he’s at it.
Meikai runs his hands down Old’s chest, briefly. It’s not that sensitive, so he doesn’t linger, instead pulling Old down and giving him another deep kiss that Old breaks, again, only to move onto other important matters.
Their pants go at roughly the same time, also deposited carelessly on the floor. Meikai gives one of Old’s claspers a few good rubs while Old pulls off one of his gloves with his teeth. Meikai’s more sensitive than Old, and louder, which Old appreciates as he slides his hand down and Meikai immediately moans his name, only crescendoing with every stroke.
Old’s in a good mood tonight and he reaches for the drawer of the nightstand with his other hand, quickly finding the specialty underwater brand lube that Meikai always looks completely unapologetic to be caught buying.
He pops open the cap. “Want to ride?” he asks, not taking his other hand off of him.
Mekai’s face breaks into a wide smile. “I’d love to.” He watches Old spread the lube on his fingers, and takes in a sharp breath as the first finger slides into him.
Old’s fingers are big: not nearly as big as his claspers, but big, and even having done this many times before doesn’t make the push completely comfortable. Meikai is good at relaxing for him, though, and Old has enough room to push in a second finger and stretch him out a bit more.
Meikai is still rubbing one of his claspers, though it’s more like an idle movement than anything else. Old’s third finger draws out a louder whimper, and Old licks a bite mark in something like contrition.
“It’s fine, don’t worry,” says Meikai, to Old’s unsaid apology. “You won’t hurt me in any way I don’t ask for.”
“You’re too trusting,” Old says, stretching his fingers a bit more before deciding that was as much as what was needed.
“Only because it’s you, Old.” Meikai gently pushes Old onto his back and straddles him, carefully guiding one of his claspers inside.
Meikai is tight, and Old hisses before he’s even halfway in. Meikai has to stop lowering himself every inch or so and pause before starting again, but eventually he comes to a stop, about where Old expected his limit to be. He still hasn’t taken Old completely in, but what is in is enough to make Old groan and have to restrain himself from pushing up with his hips.
Meikai rises up slowly, still getting used to the fullness, and then slides down again. His rhythm is slow at first, but gradually becoming faster and more to Old’s liking as the discomfort fades from him. His voice rises with his pace, Old’s name as well as wordless cries.
Old always tries to keep quiet, but never fully succeeds. Mostly he lets out groans and harsh breaths, rarely anything with words. He knows Meikai treasures every time he can get Old to say his name.
Old knows exactly why Meikai prefers this position, and he’d be lying if he said he minded occasionally giving up control to his sorcerer now and again. Not like this, with heat surrounding him and sparking through him. He can’t help but raise his hips to answer Meikai’s rhythm, but Meikai has the bulk of control over his pleasure now.
Meikai reaches for his other clasper and in retaliation Old strokes at the same speed. They don’t last long like this, they never do, but they last long enough that when Old finishes with with a rough “M-Meikai,” and Meikai spills over his stomach, they’re both satisfied.
Meikai slowly pulls off of him and cuddles close to him; Old doesn’t push him away. A quickly muttered spell deals with the wet spot, and it’s so comfortable lying like that that Old decides to just take a quick nap.
That’s how Tatsumiya finds them a few hours later, both peacefully asleep. She smiles and kisses both their foreheads.