10 sheep in the heap
title: Please
Pairing: Gino / Sho
Rating: R
word count: 1770
Gino thought it was funny how even the small things sent he and Sho off into what he referred to as "those moods." It hadn't ever seemed sensible to him to bother with going out of his way for things when it wasn't time to take care of it, and yet with Sho Gino didn't often worry about that until after the fact. They were a very sexual couple, he had to admit (only to himself, though), and there were times when he worried that that was all they really had between them. Wasn't that why Sho stayed, ultimately? Because he was useful.
...well... he conceded after some lengthy thought one day, it could also be that it was because he was good and useful (nothing but the best, right, Sho?), but still. Useful. And what if his usefulness ran out? Then what would be left? He liked to think, well, I think I love him and I... think he likes me a little, so at least we'd have that. We have a good friendship. We both like art and we both have a lot we still haven't talked about. There's plenty for him to stay for.
But it was hard for him to actually believe it.
It seemed like most of how they spent their time home together was being unable to stay off each other for whatever reason - necessity, those godforsaken drugs, boredom, inexplicable electric attraction-- okay, maybe not that last one (but he so wished that was one reason, anyway). They could be doing something simple, like talking, and suddenly one of them would snap.
Well, it was only natural, after all - they were boys with hormones, right? Gino tried to reason it out logically. It's no different than how he sometimes felt about a certain woman or two that he was attracted to. Part of wanting it is seeing you want it, right. Something like that. Yeah.
But that didn't explain how bringing ice cream home and it ending up on the corner of Gino's mouth resulted in them both rolling around on the floor, knocking things over and growling like a couple of fighting animals. There wasn't even anything sexual about that! But there they were, scuffling over who was going to straddle who and biting each other like wolves.
This is ridiculous. Completely ridiculous.
Gino thinks that he has an edge, so he brings his legs up and vaults Sho off of him, sending him into the wall behind them. And without even checking to make sure he's okay he scrambles clumsily over and tackles him full-force, sliding both of them down the hall a few feet. There's a hiss and some kind of animalistic snarl from both of them, Gino laughs, ignoring the sting of rugburns. And crushes his lips up against Sho's to silence the inevitable, oncoming protest, which earns him a bite that sends blood running down his chin.
At this point he's not even sure if they're about to have a fist-fight or about to have sex.
"You're slipping up," Gino taunts, wiping the blood off his jaw and ignoring the continuing stream from his lip (which, he reflects, is really pointless, ultimately). "I barely felt that."
"Get back down here and I'll bite harder."
"Make me."
They start rolling over and over and over again, you'd think they were going down a steep hill. It's ridiculous, enough so that Gino starts to laugh and looks like he's having too much fun with it. That stops abruptly when the back of his head connects with the ground and for a moment everything tunnels in, then slides back out and begins to blacken from the outside in. While he's stunned, Sho bites him again and the shock makes him yowl like an affronted cat and spasm a little in pain.
What the hell is this? A fight or sex?! He still can't decide. So he decides to turn it in the direction he'd like it to be going and reaches up, weaving around Sho's hand when he reaches out to pin him down, and seizing a fistful of the Reaper's hair. And yanking him down for a kiss. And sneaks that other hand down in the confusion to grope Sho through his pants.
There's a momentary lag, during which time Gino takes his sweet time feeling Sho up, and then he feels Sho quake up against him and laughs against the mouth on his. That's better. Now he doesn't feel quite so aggressive (but "quite so" doesn't mean "not at all"), kneading their lips together slowly and working Sho's pants back off his hips. During all this he's easing his way up, propped on one elbow, and trying to work Sho back onto the floor to switch their positions without being noticed, but Sho most certainly does notice and all but slams Gino back down, forcing the blonde's mouth open with his own and dipping his tongue in as if daring Gino to bite it.
Gino shudders. He's always thought having a tongue in his mouth felt weird and he knows Sho knows it, which makes his brow furrow. But he doesn't protest because he doesn't entirely dislike it and instead goes back to his original business, gripping Sho's hip and rocking him forward into himself. Sho quakes again. Ha ha.
The rhythmic rocking goes on for only a moment or two before they have to stop to get Gino's pants the hell out of the way, and then it picks up again, suddenly going from slow (and "sensual," Gino thinks) to almost too fast. Somewhere between beats, Gino barrel rolls to the left, sending Sho to the floor and just as quickly gets him in a restricting grasp from behind. "Gotcha."
"Don't even think about it."
"Think about what?" Gino's hand is wandering in no particular pattern or direction - just when it seems like he's picked a course, he swerves elsewhere, trailing the backs of his fingertips every which way he pleases. Sho is tense. This is a good sign. There's no response, so he continues, kissing the back of Sho's shoulder, the side of his neck, hand stroking up past his hip (no claws this time; he's being gentle, almost too gentle. Teasing. Almost tormenting) and up along the inside of his thigh.
"Braids."
"Mm?" He tightens his hold on Sho to keep him from struggling away, but he's only shifting, obviously agitated, trying to get Gino to touch. Without seeming desperate. He's not beat, yet. Gino's hand stops right where it is, on Sho's lower stomach. And stays there, waiting. "What is it? You want something?"
Sho huffs in frustration. "Stop being a factoring tease."
"Magic word?"
"Now."
That'll do, he supposes. Just for now. But not later. Obligingly, he traces down along Sho's length, from base to tip and back up, then takes it into his hand grips it slowly, loosely, smirking into the crook of his neck as Sho arches into it and reaches down to grab Gino's wrist and squeeze.
"What, isn't that good enough for you?"
"No."
"Faster?"
That aggravated growl seems like an affirmation and Gino grins some more, tightening his grip and stroking faster, which elicits a hastily-muffled sound. Success. "That good?"
Sho's response sounds like a purr, which gets Gino to shudder a little, himself. Eyes half-lidded, he flicks his gaze down to watch himself work, grip tightening a little more and pace picking up - then slowing down again, which gets a noticeable protest. Gino laughs. "Still not enough?"
"Damn it, Braids--" Before Sho can finish, Gino's cut him off with a sudden bout of short, quick strokes, and the rest of his complaint bleeds into a hoarse moan. And unlike before, this setting persists, and Gino loosens his deathgrip on Sho finally to let him roll onto his back. But Gino doesn't climb on top like obviously expected; he just settles beside Sho and continues stroking, smiling in an oddly placid but suspicious sort of way that makes Sho turn his head a little to get a glance in.
His lips part like he might say something, but Gino leans in and claims them with a gentleness that doesn't quite match the pace of his ministrations. But as long as the attention doesn't stop, Sho isn't protesting; he kisses back, then turns his head away a little to break it and nip Gino's jaw with a breathy whisper of a groan. For a split second Gino faulters, that enchanted smile growing, and then he picks up the slack and returns to focusing on his work, noting that Sho is getting awfully close.
Sure enough, not long later Sho tenses-- murmurs something about being close-- and then gives a startled sound when Gino abruptly stops, gripping him almost painfully tight at the base and smirking down at him. "What the factor-- Braids!"
"Say please."
Sho blanks as if he's not sure he heard Gino correctly. "What?" But he's squirming, breathing a little hard and visibly in... well, discomfort. Gino's hold tightens even more and Sho arches, brow furrowing.
"'Please.' Just say it; it's not difficult."
"I'm not begging."
"Then you're not finishing," Gino threatens, but he gives Sho another stroke, runs his fingertips up to tease the head-- and then squeezes again, leaning down to murmur against Sho's ear. "Say please."
This is really starting to get uncomfortable, and Sho arches again, gritting his teeth and fighting back a wince. He'd struggle, but that look Gino's giving him and the way his grip tightens suggests maybe he'd be in for a world of pain if he did-- and he does want to finish. Still, begging? No way. "Braids--"
Gino nips his ear. "That doesn't sound like 'please.'" Another slow, teasing stroke, and then a squeeze, this one definitely on the harsh side.
Sho's breath hitches, and he growls, digging his nails into Gino's wrist, whispers something barely audible.
"What was that?" Gino's stroking again-- slowly. Very slowly and loosely, expectant.
"Braids-- please!"
"Now call me by name."
"--Gino!"
Gino looks more pleased with himself than he's ever looked before, sitting a short distance away and idly licking his fingers clean while Sho catches his breath and goes through many stages of being irritated and humiliated (and yet obviously satisfied). He only wishes he'd had his device around or something, so he could record that sound Sho made as he finished. But he's got it permanently committed to memory, either way. Knew it was possible to make him scream, too (or something awfully close to it).
Pairing: Gino / Sho
Rating: R
word count: 1770
Gino thought it was funny how even the small things sent he and Sho off into what he referred to as "those moods." It hadn't ever seemed sensible to him to bother with going out of his way for things when it wasn't time to take care of it, and yet with Sho Gino didn't often worry about that until after the fact. They were a very sexual couple, he had to admit (only to himself, though), and there were times when he worried that that was all they really had between them. Wasn't that why Sho stayed, ultimately? Because he was useful.
...well... he conceded after some lengthy thought one day, it could also be that it was because he was good and useful (nothing but the best, right, Sho?), but still. Useful. And what if his usefulness ran out? Then what would be left? He liked to think, well, I think I love him and I... think he likes me a little, so at least we'd have that. We have a good friendship. We both like art and we both have a lot we still haven't talked about. There's plenty for him to stay for.
But it was hard for him to actually believe it.
It seemed like most of how they spent their time home together was being unable to stay off each other for whatever reason - necessity, those godforsaken drugs, boredom, inexplicable electric attraction-- okay, maybe not that last one (but he so wished that was one reason, anyway). They could be doing something simple, like talking, and suddenly one of them would snap.
Well, it was only natural, after all - they were boys with hormones, right? Gino tried to reason it out logically. It's no different than how he sometimes felt about a certain woman or two that he was attracted to. Part of wanting it is seeing you want it, right. Something like that. Yeah.
But that didn't explain how bringing ice cream home and it ending up on the corner of Gino's mouth resulted in them both rolling around on the floor, knocking things over and growling like a couple of fighting animals. There wasn't even anything sexual about that! But there they were, scuffling over who was going to straddle who and biting each other like wolves.
This is ridiculous. Completely ridiculous.
Gino thinks that he has an edge, so he brings his legs up and vaults Sho off of him, sending him into the wall behind them. And without even checking to make sure he's okay he scrambles clumsily over and tackles him full-force, sliding both of them down the hall a few feet. There's a hiss and some kind of animalistic snarl from both of them, Gino laughs, ignoring the sting of rugburns. And crushes his lips up against Sho's to silence the inevitable, oncoming protest, which earns him a bite that sends blood running down his chin.
At this point he's not even sure if they're about to have a fist-fight or about to have sex.
"You're slipping up," Gino taunts, wiping the blood off his jaw and ignoring the continuing stream from his lip (which, he reflects, is really pointless, ultimately). "I barely felt that."
"Get back down here and I'll bite harder."
"Make me."
They start rolling over and over and over again, you'd think they were going down a steep hill. It's ridiculous, enough so that Gino starts to laugh and looks like he's having too much fun with it. That stops abruptly when the back of his head connects with the ground and for a moment everything tunnels in, then slides back out and begins to blacken from the outside in. While he's stunned, Sho bites him again and the shock makes him yowl like an affronted cat and spasm a little in pain.
What the hell is this? A fight or sex?! He still can't decide. So he decides to turn it in the direction he'd like it to be going and reaches up, weaving around Sho's hand when he reaches out to pin him down, and seizing a fistful of the Reaper's hair. And yanking him down for a kiss. And sneaks that other hand down in the confusion to grope Sho through his pants.
There's a momentary lag, during which time Gino takes his sweet time feeling Sho up, and then he feels Sho quake up against him and laughs against the mouth on his. That's better. Now he doesn't feel quite so aggressive (but "quite so" doesn't mean "not at all"), kneading their lips together slowly and working Sho's pants back off his hips. During all this he's easing his way up, propped on one elbow, and trying to work Sho back onto the floor to switch their positions without being noticed, but Sho most certainly does notice and all but slams Gino back down, forcing the blonde's mouth open with his own and dipping his tongue in as if daring Gino to bite it.
Gino shudders. He's always thought having a tongue in his mouth felt weird and he knows Sho knows it, which makes his brow furrow. But he doesn't protest because he doesn't entirely dislike it and instead goes back to his original business, gripping Sho's hip and rocking him forward into himself. Sho quakes again. Ha ha.
The rhythmic rocking goes on for only a moment or two before they have to stop to get Gino's pants the hell out of the way, and then it picks up again, suddenly going from slow (and "sensual," Gino thinks) to almost too fast. Somewhere between beats, Gino barrel rolls to the left, sending Sho to the floor and just as quickly gets him in a restricting grasp from behind. "Gotcha."
"Don't even think about it."
"Think about what?" Gino's hand is wandering in no particular pattern or direction - just when it seems like he's picked a course, he swerves elsewhere, trailing the backs of his fingertips every which way he pleases. Sho is tense. This is a good sign. There's no response, so he continues, kissing the back of Sho's shoulder, the side of his neck, hand stroking up past his hip (no claws this time; he's being gentle, almost too gentle. Teasing. Almost tormenting) and up along the inside of his thigh.
"Braids."
"Mm?" He tightens his hold on Sho to keep him from struggling away, but he's only shifting, obviously agitated, trying to get Gino to touch. Without seeming desperate. He's not beat, yet. Gino's hand stops right where it is, on Sho's lower stomach. And stays there, waiting. "What is it? You want something?"
Sho huffs in frustration. "Stop being a factoring tease."
"Magic word?"
"Now."
That'll do, he supposes. Just for now. But not later. Obligingly, he traces down along Sho's length, from base to tip and back up, then takes it into his hand grips it slowly, loosely, smirking into the crook of his neck as Sho arches into it and reaches down to grab Gino's wrist and squeeze.
"What, isn't that good enough for you?"
"No."
"Faster?"
That aggravated growl seems like an affirmation and Gino grins some more, tightening his grip and stroking faster, which elicits a hastily-muffled sound. Success. "That good?"
Sho's response sounds like a purr, which gets Gino to shudder a little, himself. Eyes half-lidded, he flicks his gaze down to watch himself work, grip tightening a little more and pace picking up - then slowing down again, which gets a noticeable protest. Gino laughs. "Still not enough?"
"Damn it, Braids--" Before Sho can finish, Gino's cut him off with a sudden bout of short, quick strokes, and the rest of his complaint bleeds into a hoarse moan. And unlike before, this setting persists, and Gino loosens his deathgrip on Sho finally to let him roll onto his back. But Gino doesn't climb on top like obviously expected; he just settles beside Sho and continues stroking, smiling in an oddly placid but suspicious sort of way that makes Sho turn his head a little to get a glance in.
His lips part like he might say something, but Gino leans in and claims them with a gentleness that doesn't quite match the pace of his ministrations. But as long as the attention doesn't stop, Sho isn't protesting; he kisses back, then turns his head away a little to break it and nip Gino's jaw with a breathy whisper of a groan. For a split second Gino faulters, that enchanted smile growing, and then he picks up the slack and returns to focusing on his work, noting that Sho is getting awfully close.
Sure enough, not long later Sho tenses-- murmurs something about being close-- and then gives a startled sound when Gino abruptly stops, gripping him almost painfully tight at the base and smirking down at him. "What the factor-- Braids!"
"Say please."
Sho blanks as if he's not sure he heard Gino correctly. "What?" But he's squirming, breathing a little hard and visibly in... well, discomfort. Gino's hold tightens even more and Sho arches, brow furrowing.
"'Please.' Just say it; it's not difficult."
"I'm not begging."
"Then you're not finishing," Gino threatens, but he gives Sho another stroke, runs his fingertips up to tease the head-- and then squeezes again, leaning down to murmur against Sho's ear. "Say please."
This is really starting to get uncomfortable, and Sho arches again, gritting his teeth and fighting back a wince. He'd struggle, but that look Gino's giving him and the way his grip tightens suggests maybe he'd be in for a world of pain if he did-- and he does want to finish. Still, begging? No way. "Braids--"
Gino nips his ear. "That doesn't sound like 'please.'" Another slow, teasing stroke, and then a squeeze, this one definitely on the harsh side.
Sho's breath hitches, and he growls, digging his nails into Gino's wrist, whispers something barely audible.
"What was that?" Gino's stroking again-- slowly. Very slowly and loosely, expectant.
"Braids-- please!"
"Now call me by name."
"--Gino!"
Gino looks more pleased with himself than he's ever looked before, sitting a short distance away and idly licking his fingers clean while Sho catches his breath and goes through many stages of being irritated and humiliated (and yet obviously satisfied). He only wishes he'd had his device around or something, so he could record that sound Sho made as he finished. But he's got it permanently committed to memory, either way. Knew it was possible to make him scream, too (or something awfully close to it).