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the mirror's reflection
Title: the mirror's reflection
Fandom: Bungou to Alchemist
Character(s): Atsushi
Pairing(s): Atsushi/Atsushi
Genre: Smut/Fluff
Word Count: 500
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: None
Summary: Atsushi gets some "private" time.
Notes: Self-cest PWP~
At this point, it’s something of a ritual for them.
The first time it happened, it had scared Atsushi half out of his wits, and “he” had retreated into his corner of their mind with no further attempts at controlling any part of their body. Needless to say, it had ruined the mood.
That had been many years ago, and they’ve had time to adjust to each other. Now, when Atsushi gets his alone time and throws off his many layers of clothes, he’s expecting his hand to start moving without him.
Atsushi’s hand starts with a soft touch to his lips - the closest they can come to a kiss. Then it trails down, down his neck and over his shoulders and chest, pausing to give his nipples a tweak. Atsushi squirms.
It trails further below, between Atsushi’s hips, wrapping around his cock and giving a few strokes. “He” is known for his cruelty in battle, but with Atsushi he’s surprisingly gentle, almost as if he’s afraid to break him. Atsushi has to encourage him bucking his hips into the motion before he’ll give it any real speed.
Or so he would, but tonight he finds that he’s lost control of his legs as well. Worry starts to rise in him - he is naked, after all, and he wouldn’t like to be caught by the rest of the library like this - but he reminds himself that “he” has his best interests at heart and wouldn’t do something like that.
“He” doesn’t walk him far - just over to the full-length mirror leaning against the wall. Atsushi gasps, because there in his reflection he sees another body behind him, with a face so like his own but wearing a confident expression Atsushi would never manage.
It’s no more than an illusion - Atsushi’s sure if he turned to actually look he’d see nothing but his empty room, so he doesn’t turn. He focuses on the way “he” licks his lips, the way the hand stroking him (which has gone completely numb) makes him quiver.as heat fills him. Every time Atsushi whimpers and moans, “his” smirk grows wider and wider.
Watching his own face contort in pleasure is embarrassing, but he can’t so much as blink for fear that his other half will disappear the moment he looks away-
A low purr of a voice doesn’t reach his ears; he hears it in his mind. It sounds like his own voice, but less breathy, more commanding:
“Relax. Let go.”
Atsushi’s voice crescendos until he spills white over the mirror. His eyes shut on reflex, and when he opens them again after coming down from his high and catching his breath, the other figure is gone, leaving just him and a mirror he’ll have to clean up in a second.
Not gone, exactly. “He’s” never completely gone, just quiet in the back of his mind. At any moment, he might emerge to protect their shared body - to protect Atsushi.
Atsushi’s lucky to have him.
Fandom: Bungou to Alchemist
Character(s): Atsushi
Pairing(s): Atsushi/Atsushi
Genre: Smut/Fluff
Word Count: 500
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: None
Summary: Atsushi gets some "private" time.
Notes: Self-cest PWP~
At this point, it’s something of a ritual for them.
The first time it happened, it had scared Atsushi half out of his wits, and “he” had retreated into his corner of their mind with no further attempts at controlling any part of their body. Needless to say, it had ruined the mood.
That had been many years ago, and they’ve had time to adjust to each other. Now, when Atsushi gets his alone time and throws off his many layers of clothes, he’s expecting his hand to start moving without him.
Atsushi’s hand starts with a soft touch to his lips - the closest they can come to a kiss. Then it trails down, down his neck and over his shoulders and chest, pausing to give his nipples a tweak. Atsushi squirms.
It trails further below, between Atsushi’s hips, wrapping around his cock and giving a few strokes. “He” is known for his cruelty in battle, but with Atsushi he’s surprisingly gentle, almost as if he’s afraid to break him. Atsushi has to encourage him bucking his hips into the motion before he’ll give it any real speed.
Or so he would, but tonight he finds that he’s lost control of his legs as well. Worry starts to rise in him - he is naked, after all, and he wouldn’t like to be caught by the rest of the library like this - but he reminds himself that “he” has his best interests at heart and wouldn’t do something like that.
“He” doesn’t walk him far - just over to the full-length mirror leaning against the wall. Atsushi gasps, because there in his reflection he sees another body behind him, with a face so like his own but wearing a confident expression Atsushi would never manage.
It’s no more than an illusion - Atsushi’s sure if he turned to actually look he’d see nothing but his empty room, so he doesn’t turn. He focuses on the way “he” licks his lips, the way the hand stroking him (which has gone completely numb) makes him quiver.as heat fills him. Every time Atsushi whimpers and moans, “his” smirk grows wider and wider.
Watching his own face contort in pleasure is embarrassing, but he can’t so much as blink for fear that his other half will disappear the moment he looks away-
A low purr of a voice doesn’t reach his ears; he hears it in his mind. It sounds like his own voice, but less breathy, more commanding:
“Relax. Let go.”
Atsushi’s voice crescendos until he spills white over the mirror. His eyes shut on reflex, and when he opens them again after coming down from his high and catching his breath, the other figure is gone, leaving just him and a mirror he’ll have to clean up in a second.
Not gone, exactly. “He’s” never completely gone, just quiet in the back of his mind. At any moment, he might emerge to protect their shared body - to protect Atsushi.
Atsushi’s lucky to have him.