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[4-Sep-2021][Ayatsuri Sakon] In Your Head
Title: In Your Head
Day/Prompt: 4-Sep-2021
Fandom: Ayatsuri Sakon
Character/Pairing: Zenkichi/Sakon
Rating/Warning(s): Post-coital cuddles, Teen
Catching his breath is always the best part; that lazy, boneless, absent feeling. That, or watching his partner relax—and maybe now, it'll stay that now that Sakon is his partner. But, of course, Zenkichi should've known Sakon would overthink it; his mind runs 24/7, and now shouldn't be much of a surprise.
"You're overthinking it, aren't you?" Zenkichi says.
The smoke billows from his lips hung open in a relaxed, lazy grin. Zenkichi flicks the cigarette, index and middle finger holding the cancer-stick as his other arm curls itself over the boy's shoulders.
With his head resting on Zenkichi's chest, Sakon adjusts himself, eyes flickering up to show them wide— vulnerable and young. Damn, he might as well have come with a 'handle with care' sticker. The photographer crushes the cigarette in his bedside ashtray, the last white smoke gone, but the room scented in the same bitter, heavy smell. Sakon's clean, vanilla scent digs into him pleasantly.
Zenkichi shakes his head, continuing to fill the silence. "I guess the only thing on my mind is you."
Corny.
He leans back, taking in Sakon's bare shoulder, the rest of his body hidden under a thick sheet. The faint outline of a hickey peeked from beneath the blanket of his matted hair. Zenkichi looks down at it; feels the sweat forming there; hears the rustle of the sheets as Sakon mumbles, burying his face into his skin.
His gaze is lonely.
"...A little."
"Huh? What?"
"Maybe," Sakon whispers, voice muffled by Zenkichi's stomach, "...it's not all that important."
Zenkichi frowns as he takes in sight: that faraway, alone look. Then, shifting his weight onto one arm, Zenkichi lowers himself with a quick slide down. At first, Sakon might not tell him, but when has he been known to quit?
"Mm," He grabs Sakon's hands, guiding them to his neck as he leans in, pecking at his shoulder and trailing kisses across his collarbone with a long, content hum. "Whatever it is. Don't worry. We'll figure it out. You know what I mean?"
Sakon turns to meet his eyes—looking away quickly, probably not wanting to see him and blush. His hands start moving, massaging his neck as Zenkichi kisses at his body, reinvigorated by the mere sight of skin.
Zenkichi grins, meeting his eyes. Sakon seems to stutter and malfunction before his eyes regain a light. Then, his cheeks resume their typical hue.
Ah, just normal post-coital loneliness with a little doubt mixed in there too. Either way, Sakon won't be lonely with his doubts. If this is all Zenkichi has to do when Sakon's in his head, then he'll gladly do it.
"You know what I mean?"
Sakon's lips quiver before spilling a soft, "Yeah."
Day/Prompt: 4-Sep-2021
Fandom: Ayatsuri Sakon
Character/Pairing: Zenkichi/Sakon
Rating/Warning(s): Post-coital cuddles, Teen
Catching his breath is always the best part; that lazy, boneless, absent feeling. That, or watching his partner relax—and maybe now, it'll stay that now that Sakon is his partner. But, of course, Zenkichi should've known Sakon would overthink it; his mind runs 24/7, and now shouldn't be much of a surprise.
"You're overthinking it, aren't you?" Zenkichi says.
The smoke billows from his lips hung open in a relaxed, lazy grin. Zenkichi flicks the cigarette, index and middle finger holding the cancer-stick as his other arm curls itself over the boy's shoulders.
With his head resting on Zenkichi's chest, Sakon adjusts himself, eyes flickering up to show them wide— vulnerable and young. Damn, he might as well have come with a 'handle with care' sticker. The photographer crushes the cigarette in his bedside ashtray, the last white smoke gone, but the room scented in the same bitter, heavy smell. Sakon's clean, vanilla scent digs into him pleasantly.
Zenkichi shakes his head, continuing to fill the silence. "I guess the only thing on my mind is you."
Corny.
He leans back, taking in Sakon's bare shoulder, the rest of his body hidden under a thick sheet. The faint outline of a hickey peeked from beneath the blanket of his matted hair. Zenkichi looks down at it; feels the sweat forming there; hears the rustle of the sheets as Sakon mumbles, burying his face into his skin.
His gaze is lonely.
"...A little."
"Huh? What?"
"Maybe," Sakon whispers, voice muffled by Zenkichi's stomach, "...it's not all that important."
Zenkichi frowns as he takes in sight: that faraway, alone look. Then, shifting his weight onto one arm, Zenkichi lowers himself with a quick slide down. At first, Sakon might not tell him, but when has he been known to quit?
"Mm," He grabs Sakon's hands, guiding them to his neck as he leans in, pecking at his shoulder and trailing kisses across his collarbone with a long, content hum. "Whatever it is. Don't worry. We'll figure it out. You know what I mean?"
Sakon turns to meet his eyes—looking away quickly, probably not wanting to see him and blush. His hands start moving, massaging his neck as Zenkichi kisses at his body, reinvigorated by the mere sight of skin.
Zenkichi grins, meeting his eyes. Sakon seems to stutter and malfunction before his eyes regain a light. Then, his cheeks resume their typical hue.
Ah, just normal post-coital loneliness with a little doubt mixed in there too. Either way, Sakon won't be lonely with his doubts. If this is all Zenkichi has to do when Sakon's in his head, then he'll gladly do it.
"You know what I mean?"
Sakon's lips quiver before spilling a soft, "Yeah."