misanagi

Yesterday, I joined the iron_smut chatroom where some pervy writers were having fun and writing smut drabbles. It was lots of fun and there was much lovely smut as a result. You can read all the drabbles here.

Also, dysis started a comm, pervy_potluck, and you should all join *nodnod*

I'm reposting the drabbles I wrote here, because I'm weird and like to keep everything in my journal. They are all smutty.

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Quatre tightened his fingers around the bed sheets. His breathing was hard, his eyes closed and his legs parted. Trowa was inside him. One hand on each side of Quatre's head, his bangs tickling Quatre's nose as he moved, deeper, faster.

Putting his arms around Trowa's waist, Quatre pulled him down, closer to him, and kissed him, roughly, desperately, his fingers tightening around Trowa's skin. Trowa's chest was covered in sweat, and the feeling of that chest on top of his was burning Quatre's skin. He threw his head back, breathing cool air, while he moved his hips, willing Trowa to be closer, impossibly close.

Trowa came first, collapsing in top of Quatre's chest. Quatre kept moving, rubbing himself against Trowa's belly, rubbing until he came too. But his arms around Trowa didn't slack; he wasn't letting go.

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Eiji put his hands on the wall, legs slightly parted, and waited. The warm water felt good, falling on his skin, but he still felt a shiver run down his back. He glanced to the side and saw Oishi there, bent like Eiji was, looking straight ahead. Eiji bit his lip. He felt bad that Oishi had to be here too, but as Tezuka had said, they were the Golden pair, and what one did affected the other. It didn't matter that it was Eiji who had exhausted during the match, they both lost, and now they both had to pay for it.

There was a hand, caressing Eiji's skin, softly. Eiji knew it was Tezuka, and he knew he was kneading Oishi too. He always treated them the same, always.

"Count." Tezuka's voice was commanding, as always, but never loud.

"One," Oishi said, between clenching teeth.

Eiji didn't have time to feel bad for Oishi getting the first spank, because soon he felt Tezuka's hand hitting his bottom. "Nya! Two!"

There was a small chuckle from Oishi and Eiji grinned. He was glad he could still make him smile.

"Three." Oishi turned to look at Eiji, and there wasn't hurt or anger in his eyes, just acceptance.

Eiji Winced. "Four."

When, after a while, Eiji finally said, "Ten" the warm water was no longer comforting and it made his bottom sting.

"Stand up," Tezuka said. Oishi and Eiji obeyed. Tezuka pulled them together, forcing them to kiss, and then kissed each of them. "I'm proud of you," he said, and kissed them again.

Eiji grinned. It was time to play.

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It was Trowa's favorite tree. It was tall and didn't have any low branches, so it wasn't easy to climb. When he was up there, he was alone. He could see the world below but no one could see him. He settled on a branch, one leg on each side and leaned against the trunk.

Below, Wufei was stretching, getting ready to start his daily routine. Trowa watched Wufei part his legs and bend down; watched him arch his back, some locks falling from his pony tail on his face.

Trowa didn't know exactly when he had unzipped his pants, and pulled them down, until his boxers were the only thing between the rough tree branch and his skin. His cock was in his hand, and Trowa arched his hips, rubbing against his hand, rubbing against the tree as he watched Wufei dance for him.

He bit his lower lip, quieting his moans and he pressed his ass to the branch, pulling his boxers down and moving faster, more desperately. The hand on his cock was almost ignored as other senses awoken, making it harder to keep his eyes on Wufei instead on closing them, and allowing himself to get lost in sensation.

A low groan escaped his lips as he came, and he had to clench his tights around the branch to avoid falling. Panting, he focused his eyes down, just to find Wufei looking up at him, straight at him.

Before Trowa could say anything, Wufei walked towards the tree, and started to climb.

(read the continuation by razberrycreme here)
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I just want to say that that last one wasn't my fault. I was dared and don't do well under peer pressure. *nods* That's my story and I'm sticking to it.