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Mussed Up
Title: Mussed Up
Fandom: Bungou to Alchemist
Character(s): Musha, Takiji, Librarian
Pairing(s): Musha/Takiji
Genre: Fluff
Word Count: 675
Rating: R
Warnings: None
Summary: Musha discovers some of the virtues of quickies, as well as some of the flaws.
Notes: Prompt: "mussed hair".
Musha has never really seen the appeal of a ‘quickie’.
First of all, wouldn’t it be better to take your time when you’re making love? Someone you love deserves all the attention in the world. And knowing you have a time limit must make you both more tense, which means that you won’t feel as good.
Musha changes his mind when he stops by Takiji’s room and sees Takiji actually wearing his goggles. He’s just so adorable in them, and this is the first time Musha’s seen them anywhere besides around Takiji’s neck. Maybe they don’t do anything useful, but Takiji’s so cute that Musha can’t resist stealing a kiss.
And then another kiss. And then another, with Takiji pushed against the wall. At some point Takiji’s goggles fog up and he has to take them off, but by that time Musha’s kisses have already moved down to Takiji’s neck, and then there are hands roaming all over each others’ bodies and pants coming off and Musha knows in the back of his mind that he’s supposed to be reporting to the librarian’s office soon, but that isn’t important when Takiji’s hips are slotted against his and his voice is so, so sweet.
Takiji’s fingers dig into Musha’s hair, and Musha loves it. He loves that Takiji calls his hair soft and beautiful, because Takiji’s hair is just as wonderful even if he usually hides it. Takiji can wear whatever he want and hide inside his hoodies if he chooses to, and Musha won’t push him - it’s far more than enough, Takiji tugging on his own locks when Musha’s mouth is attached to his, swallowing his moans. When Musha’s hand around both of them is joined by Takiji’s and they shudder and gasp until their release, Musha understands exactly why people end up in this position.
It takes a moment or two to calm down, with Musha leaning against Takiji’s chest, but reluctantly he separates from him to clean himself and Takiji up. “I want to stay longer, but…” Musha sighs as he pulls his pants back on. “I’ll be back soon. The librarian won’t want me for long, I’m sure.”
Takiji nods, not seeming hurt. His voice only raises when Musha, fully-dressed, turns to go. “Musha, your hair!”
“Hm?” Musha takes a glance at the nearest mirror. His hair is a mess from all the tugging Takiji did. Even if someone didn’t know how he’d mussed it up, they would know that something had happened. He gasps - even though he’s less picky with his hair than some other authors, he doesn’t have the time to comb it properly if he wants to not be late, and the librarian’s office isn’t exactly next door.
After a moment of thought, Takiji pulls off his hoodie and drapes it over Musha’s shoulders. “Go.”
Takiji doesn’t feel comfortable without his head covered, Musha knows, and he would thank Takiji for his kindness if he didn’t really have to be somewhere right now. He puts the hoodie on properly, then kisses Takiji on the cheek, just a quick peck before he leaves.
As it happens, Musha is smaller than Takiji, and his hoodie is noticeably big on him. Even if that weren’t that case, he’s wearing a casual hoodie that everyone can recognize as Takiji’s favorite over his usual fancy outfit. Even if his hair doesn’t get attention, his clothes certainly will.
He stops all other authors’ attempts at conversation with, “Sorry, I’m going to be late!” and hurries past. Nothing can be done about Tanizaki whistling at him as he rushes by, but the important thing is that he slides into the librarian’s office at the appointed time.
The librarian nods in greeting. Once he’s closed the door behind him, she says, “I see you were busy. Sorry to have interrupted you.” The glint in her eyes says that she knows exactly what he was busy with.
“It was... poor scheduling,” Musha says, suddenly fascinated by a spot on the wall. “It won’t happen again.”
“Whatever you say.”
Fandom: Bungou to Alchemist
Character(s): Musha, Takiji, Librarian
Pairing(s): Musha/Takiji
Genre: Fluff
Word Count: 675
Rating: R
Warnings: None
Summary: Musha discovers some of the virtues of quickies, as well as some of the flaws.
Notes: Prompt: "mussed hair".
Musha has never really seen the appeal of a ‘quickie’.
First of all, wouldn’t it be better to take your time when you’re making love? Someone you love deserves all the attention in the world. And knowing you have a time limit must make you both more tense, which means that you won’t feel as good.
Musha changes his mind when he stops by Takiji’s room and sees Takiji actually wearing his goggles. He’s just so adorable in them, and this is the first time Musha’s seen them anywhere besides around Takiji’s neck. Maybe they don’t do anything useful, but Takiji’s so cute that Musha can’t resist stealing a kiss.
And then another kiss. And then another, with Takiji pushed against the wall. At some point Takiji’s goggles fog up and he has to take them off, but by that time Musha’s kisses have already moved down to Takiji’s neck, and then there are hands roaming all over each others’ bodies and pants coming off and Musha knows in the back of his mind that he’s supposed to be reporting to the librarian’s office soon, but that isn’t important when Takiji’s hips are slotted against his and his voice is so, so sweet.
Takiji’s fingers dig into Musha’s hair, and Musha loves it. He loves that Takiji calls his hair soft and beautiful, because Takiji’s hair is just as wonderful even if he usually hides it. Takiji can wear whatever he want and hide inside his hoodies if he chooses to, and Musha won’t push him - it’s far more than enough, Takiji tugging on his own locks when Musha’s mouth is attached to his, swallowing his moans. When Musha’s hand around both of them is joined by Takiji’s and they shudder and gasp until their release, Musha understands exactly why people end up in this position.
It takes a moment or two to calm down, with Musha leaning against Takiji’s chest, but reluctantly he separates from him to clean himself and Takiji up. “I want to stay longer, but…” Musha sighs as he pulls his pants back on. “I’ll be back soon. The librarian won’t want me for long, I’m sure.”
Takiji nods, not seeming hurt. His voice only raises when Musha, fully-dressed, turns to go. “Musha, your hair!”
“Hm?” Musha takes a glance at the nearest mirror. His hair is a mess from all the tugging Takiji did. Even if someone didn’t know how he’d mussed it up, they would know that something had happened. He gasps - even though he’s less picky with his hair than some other authors, he doesn’t have the time to comb it properly if he wants to not be late, and the librarian’s office isn’t exactly next door.
After a moment of thought, Takiji pulls off his hoodie and drapes it over Musha’s shoulders. “Go.”
Takiji doesn’t feel comfortable without his head covered, Musha knows, and he would thank Takiji for his kindness if he didn’t really have to be somewhere right now. He puts the hoodie on properly, then kisses Takiji on the cheek, just a quick peck before he leaves.
As it happens, Musha is smaller than Takiji, and his hoodie is noticeably big on him. Even if that weren’t that case, he’s wearing a casual hoodie that everyone can recognize as Takiji’s favorite over his usual fancy outfit. Even if his hair doesn’t get attention, his clothes certainly will.
He stops all other authors’ attempts at conversation with, “Sorry, I’m going to be late!” and hurries past. Nothing can be done about Tanizaki whistling at him as he rushes by, but the important thing is that he slides into the librarian’s office at the appointed time.
The librarian nods in greeting. Once he’s closed the door behind him, she says, “I see you were busy. Sorry to have interrupted you.” The glint in her eyes says that she knows exactly what he was busy with.
“It was... poor scheduling,” Musha says, suddenly fascinated by a spot on the wall. “It won’t happen again.”
“Whatever you say.”