laurabryannan | Business as Usual, part 19 -- champloo? drabble

I tried to write this scene taking the realities of morning breath into consideration, but could not. I found it impossible to create a smushy scene between the two of them unless they could kiss too. So, Our Heros are so pristine and maiden-fresh, neither fears knocking his lover on his ass with what would most likely be Morning Dragon Breath From Hell After Drinking All Night. Ain't yaoiland wonderful? Somewhat not worksafe, 849 words.

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Business as Usual, part 19
by Laura Bryannan

Mugen awoke, startled for a moment to find another body in his bed. It was not his way to invite lovers into his home, for he preferred to fuck and run. But seeing the gentle slopes of the pale form evoked fond memories of the night before and he grinned, happy that this particular body was still within arm's reach.

His morning woody was present and accounted for, and he debated about what to do with it. Should he take care of matters now or wait until Jin woke up? He'd been amazed at what a few bottles of sake did to the guy—his utter submission to Mugen's every desire and the intensity of his ecstasy. Mugen couldn't remember when he'd had so much fun in bed. Raising his hands to his nose, he found Jin's scent still present, which did nothing to reduce the urgency in his groin.

Would the guy wake up passionate or prickly? Mugen couldn't call it, but he didn't have long to wait. Jin turned over, offering him a sleepy but warm smile, and Mugen's heart lept.

“Hey,” he said, smiling back, pointedly eyeballing the tented blanket at Jin's hips. “Ya got something for me?”

Jin chuckled. “Mi casa, su casa,” he said.

“Huh?”

“Oh, come here,” Jin commanded, grabbing a shock of spiky hair and pulling Mugen into a kiss that left them both breathless. Mugen reached for the lube and felt the body beneath him tense, but when he slathered Jin and not himself, he received a look of appreciation so smoky and welcoming he shivered in anticipation.

Poised over Jin's hips, Mugen lowered himself slowly, glorying in every expression that played across his lover's face. When he was fully taken he leaned down and touched noses with the beautiful man holding dominion inside his body. “Ummm,” he observed.

“Ummmhmmm,” came the reply. Jin took hold of Mugen's hips and arranged him, finding the ways they fit together closest, deepest...and when it felt right the cock inside him pulsed and throbbed and Mugen's body clenched in response. They shared a most stimulating silent conversation, and made several decisions.

Mugen nodded and began to move. He closed his eyes and listened for the inner music that would sustain his dance. Nothing languid or classic this morning, his need was too urgent. Hip hop scratching with a dirty bassline. Oh yeah! He rocked, strutted and worked the hottest burlesque his appreciative lover had ever experienced.

Jin's body spasmed, losing the beat. And then Mugen's did too, as the talented hand upon him stroked it's own intense rhythm. He could feel Jin trembling as he released inside, and then he was cumming too, arched back and cursing at the heavens. Finally spent, he collapsed and shared a panting kiss with his most yummy playmate, not wanting the morning to end, not wanting to let him get away.

“There's a great brunch place just around the block. Wanna check it out?” he asked.

“I don't know,” Jin debated. “I should go home and practice my kata.” He rolled on his side, toppling Mugen onto the bed.

“It's Sunday,” Mugen protested. “Be lazy. Train tomorrow.”

“All right, I am hungry. I've got to piss, though.”

Jin slid out of bed and stretched, while Mugen lay back and enjoyed the view. But when he saw the mark on Jin's ass, he squawked so loudly Jin startled and looked at him in confusion. Mugen lept forward, grabbed Jin's hips and turned him around to get a closer view.

“No way...no fucking way....” Mugen murmured. He rubbed his thumb over the mark, and started to giggle. “It's a tattoo. It's really a tattoo,” he observed, cackling louder. “I don't fucking believe it!”

“What's wrong with you?” Jin asked, frowning. Mugen couldn't speak. He was laughing so hard he thought he'd piss himself, rolling around on the bed. Jin was getting angry. Mugen could see the shutters going up, closing him out, but he couldn't stop. It was just too fucking funny. By the time he reached some level of self-control, wiping the tears from his eyes and gasping for breath, Jin was dressed and headed toward the door.

“Wait!” he called. “Look, I can't help it. You've got my name inked on your ass!”

Jin froze in shock, scowling. “I do not!”

“You do!” The giggles were threatening to begin again. The look on Jin's face was hilarious.

“It's an infinity sign,” Jin protested. “You've got shit for brains.”

“But that's what my name means,” Mugen informed him. “No limits...infinite. I used to sign my name that way when I was a kid...still do sometimes. When did you get it? It doesn't look new.”

“None of your business,” Jin replied in a huff. Mugen dissolved into merriment again. My name's on his ass! It's mine! All mine! No matter how he tried, he couldn't stop giggling. The situation was too damn priceless. He watched helplessly as Jin exited the room, and when the front door slammed he was still laughing.

to be continued

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I get the first comment, yeeha!!

Bloody hell, this was amazing. Nice and hot to start with, and then I think I possibly laughed as hard as Mugen did, because I'd forgotten about the tattoo!

And of course both of them are pristine and maiden-fresh first thing after waking up, what do you think??

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