rawri | ficlets100 - number seven.

001.	Guilt	002.	New	003.	Solitude	004.	Content	005.	Tale
006.	Distort	007.	Luxury	008.	Listen	009.	Party	010.	Scent
011.	Storm	012.	Lessons	013.	Apology	014.	Relief	015.	Breeze
016.	Fading	017.	Passion	018.	Stay	019.	Rain	020.	Within
021.	Dread	022.	Revenge	023.	Time	024.	Perfect	025.	Eyes
026.	Bloom	027.	Beginning	028.	Bath	029.	Object	030.	Lost
031.	Pride	032.	Death	033.	Dance	034.	Remember	035.	Savage
036.	Late	037.	Crossroads	038.	Change	039.	Hope	040.	Dawn
041.	Hero	042.	Annoy	043.	Trouble	044.	Imagine	045.	Believe
046.	Words	047.	Home	048.	Understand	049.	Cage	050.	Animal
051.	Woods	052.	Fun	053.	Dare	054.	Spell	055.	Pray
056.	Warmth	057.	Mess	058.	Leap	059.	Attention	060.	Shopping
061.	Dessert	062.	Paper-cut	063.	Compromise	064.	Mouth	065.	Gone
066.	Intuition	067.	Fairies	068.	Gift	069.	Priceless	070.	Jewel
071.	Grin	072.	Quake	073.	Blush	074.	System	075.	Pressure
076.	Crash	077.	Closer	078.	Break	079.	Habit	080.	Safe
081.	Confusion	082.	Someday	083.	Instigate	084.	Goodnight	085.	Paint
086.	Always	087.	Guide	088.	Embrace	089.	Fall	090.	Help
091.	Different	092.	Anticipation	093.	Real	094.	Enough	095.	Again
096.	Glorify.	097.	Lack thereof.	098.	Fix.	099.	Smile.	100.	A little.

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They’ve almost made it into a game.

Not the keep-Haseo-quiet game, though that had been a favorite of Tomonari’s for a while—now it was the abridged version, the keep-Ryou-quiet-so-we-don’t-get-thrown-out game, because if his landlady heard one more ‘strange sound’ coming from their room after ‘those strange older people who always hang around your door before you get back from school, Ryou, should I call the cops on them’ and they really would be thrown out. Or, worse, the landlady would pick the lock and barge in. Tomonari definitely didn’t put it past that woman.

Speaking of which. Reiko always seemed to be better at the game than he was. Normally, the whole thing wouldn’t have been thought about – there’d always be a blanket, or a pillow, or a shirt, or something around, but as of late, things had begun to progress in the very hallway of Ryou’s apartment and… Well. He’d accused Reiko of cheating with the silence-him-with-a-kiss thing, because that was so unoriginal.

Then again, so was this.

Although he was obviously trying to fight it, Ryou’s face was bright red, eyes lidded and breath coming short, coming fast. Tomonari would’ve been worried that he was going to hyperventilate if he hadn’t still been making noises, little encouragements that mimicked the way the boy’s nails dug into his skin, and he was just happy the guy wasn’t biting him. They’d tried that, too, but it was actually something Ryou’d protested – he wasn’t a damn vampire, he’d said.

Could’ve surprised us, with your skin, Tomonari’d responded, but then Ryou really had bitten, and things deteriorated from there. Or went upwards. Depended on your point of view.

His view wasn’t that good at all, honestly. Things were a bit messed up – there Tomonari was, pressed up against Reiko, who in turn was pressed up against Ryou, and with his arm stretched around Reiko to keep Ryou quiet, all he could do was move with the rhythm and hope things went well. Which they generally did.

But whatever Reiko was doing with her hands had Ryou writhing like he was being tortured, and that made it hard to keep a hand over his mouth. Tomonari tried for a few more seconds before deciding it was a lost cause, what with how the teenager (he really was a teenager, too) was breaking rhythm and hissing and Tomonari decided that, hey, if Reiko could be cliché, so could he. It really didn’t help with volume control, since then both of his hands were free to take on Reiko’s hips, move them faster already, and his own kisses were getting sloppy, missing by the mark by, oh, the neck -- and while he knew she hated being out of control, the breathy noises Ryou finally quieted down to was worth it all.

He’d get them back, later, for tag-teaming, probably by playing the show-how-much-more-flexible-my-younger-body-is game, and Tomonari was pretty sure he’d lost this round, but Reiko’s quiet hhn (no one else could get her to do that, he was sure of it, none other than 'her idiotic teammates') emphasized that this wasn’t just random playing around.

Didn’t mean he wouldn’t start keeping track.

ficlets100 - number seven.

.hack//g.u. -> ⌈64.⌋ Mouth.