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storypaint) wrote2009-01-11 01:26 am
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Kinks and Indulgences (Layton/Legal)
Title: Kinks and Indulgences
Length: 575 words
Prompt: Professor Layton (Anon) Fan Meme: Layton figuring out that Legal is only sexually attracted to him because of his amazing top-hat.
Pairing: Layton/Legal
Other: R for sex
Excerpt: "Leave it on," Luke said when Layton reached up to remove the hat. He hesitated, his fingers on the brim.
"Leave it on," Luke said when Layton reached up to remove the hat. He hesitated, his fingers on the brim.
"But--"
Luke didn't look at him, suddenly very focused with unfastening Layton's belt. His fingers brushed across Layton's stomach and Layton let the boy's idiosyncrasy go, his brain suddenly and decidedly focused on something more pertinent.
Luke's mouth replaced his fingers and Layton's world had become very small and focused. He fell back against the bed and Luke grabbed him by the thighs, moving him further back onto the bed and clambering up there himself. If Layton had been thinking at the moment, he might have felt a second of guilt remembering the times they'd slept together here-- quite platonically-- while Luke was a child.
Luke was no longer a child, that was certain. He was inexperienced, sure, but in time--
Layton's thoughts trailed off as Luke's mouth covered his member. The boy might be inexperienced, but he wasn't unenthusiastic. He felt a sudden heavy need for more contact. It had been Luke who reached for him, Luke who'd kissed him until his face burned and his throat was thick with desire. He hadn't touched the other at all.
He reached for Luke and caught his collar. Luke looked up and seemed to realize his intentions. Reluctantly he pulled away from his attentions and allowed Layton to remove his shirt and run his shaking hand across his collarbones. Luke's hands crept up underneath Layton's shirt and then he pressed their bodies together. Layton gasped at the shock of their thighs meeting. Luke was so warm... he felt as though his nerve endings were on fire.
Luke unbuttoned Layton's shirt and divested him from it. He yanked his own pants down his narrow hips and pulled Layton's pants the rest of the way down and off.
"No need to rush, my boy," he murmured, but Luke just grinned. He climbed up onto the professor's lap and pushed him down onto his back. All of the air went out of Layton's lungs as Luke's center pressed against his.
He pulled the hat off instinctively, setting it on the bedside table, and Luke's enthusiastic kisses around his neck and shoulders paused. He looked up at the professor.
"I've never seen you without your hat," he muttered.
"Is it a problem?" Layton said, managing to laugh a little. In answer, the other puffed out his cheeks-- looking so much like his younger self in the moment that the professor's ardour nearly deflated. Luke reached up and grabbed the hat, returning it to the professor's head.
"Luke, I--"
Luke covered his mouth with another persuasive kiss, and Layton pulled the hat up enough that it no longer covered his eyes. He felt a little awkward with only the hat and his ex-apprentice for covering, but Luke was doing a pretty good job of distracting him from that.
He guessed it wasn't so much of an indulgence, really-- he'd heard tell of those who craved worse things in bed (and wasn't he himself a deviant, here and now?). This enthusiasm was, at least, harmless.
Luke's fingers trailed down Layton's chest and Layton gave up on wondering about it. He was thoroughly distracted by their coitus. When he came, his fingers twisted in Luke's hair, his breath loud in his ears, the hat slipped over his eyes again, but he didn't actually notice.
Length: 575 words
Prompt: Professor Layton (Anon) Fan Meme: Layton figuring out that Legal is only sexually attracted to him because of his amazing top-hat.
Pairing: Layton/Legal
Other: R for sex
Excerpt: "Leave it on," Luke said when Layton reached up to remove the hat. He hesitated, his fingers on the brim.
"Leave it on," Luke said when Layton reached up to remove the hat. He hesitated, his fingers on the brim.
"But--"
Luke didn't look at him, suddenly very focused with unfastening Layton's belt. His fingers brushed across Layton's stomach and Layton let the boy's idiosyncrasy go, his brain suddenly and decidedly focused on something more pertinent.
Luke's mouth replaced his fingers and Layton's world had become very small and focused. He fell back against the bed and Luke grabbed him by the thighs, moving him further back onto the bed and clambering up there himself. If Layton had been thinking at the moment, he might have felt a second of guilt remembering the times they'd slept together here-- quite platonically-- while Luke was a child.
Luke was no longer a child, that was certain. He was inexperienced, sure, but in time--
Layton's thoughts trailed off as Luke's mouth covered his member. The boy might be inexperienced, but he wasn't unenthusiastic. He felt a sudden heavy need for more contact. It had been Luke who reached for him, Luke who'd kissed him until his face burned and his throat was thick with desire. He hadn't touched the other at all.
He reached for Luke and caught his collar. Luke looked up and seemed to realize his intentions. Reluctantly he pulled away from his attentions and allowed Layton to remove his shirt and run his shaking hand across his collarbones. Luke's hands crept up underneath Layton's shirt and then he pressed their bodies together. Layton gasped at the shock of their thighs meeting. Luke was so warm... he felt as though his nerve endings were on fire.
Luke unbuttoned Layton's shirt and divested him from it. He yanked his own pants down his narrow hips and pulled Layton's pants the rest of the way down and off.
"No need to rush, my boy," he murmured, but Luke just grinned. He climbed up onto the professor's lap and pushed him down onto his back. All of the air went out of Layton's lungs as Luke's center pressed against his.
He pulled the hat off instinctively, setting it on the bedside table, and Luke's enthusiastic kisses around his neck and shoulders paused. He looked up at the professor.
"I've never seen you without your hat," he muttered.
"Is it a problem?" Layton said, managing to laugh a little. In answer, the other puffed out his cheeks-- looking so much like his younger self in the moment that the professor's ardour nearly deflated. Luke reached up and grabbed the hat, returning it to the professor's head.
"Luke, I--"
Luke covered his mouth with another persuasive kiss, and Layton pulled the hat up enough that it no longer covered his eyes. He felt a little awkward with only the hat and his ex-apprentice for covering, but Luke was doing a pretty good job of distracting him from that.
He guessed it wasn't so much of an indulgence, really-- he'd heard tell of those who craved worse things in bed (and wasn't he himself a deviant, here and now?). This enthusiasm was, at least, harmless.
Luke's fingers trailed down Layton's chest and Layton gave up on wondering about it. He was thoroughly distracted by their coitus. When he came, his fingers twisted in Luke's hair, his breath loud in his ears, the hat slipped over his eyes again, but he didn't actually notice.
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