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hontontoko) wrote2015-12-02 12:48 am
hontontoko) wrote2015-12-02 12:48 am
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[FIC] Advent Calendar #1: Disproven (Inocchi/Nagase)
Title: Disproven (625 words)
Pairing: Yoshihiko Inohara/Tomoya Nagase
Genre: Unabashed, awful fluff; maybe some character study
Summary: This is Yoshihiko's favourite way to wake up in the morning.
A/N: Written for the advent calendar project thing for the prompt 'sheets' given by my girlfriend. In a world where Inocchi didn't get married...
Yoshihiko's never been a morning person. Nobody really knows this on account of how joyful he is the rest of the day--all smiles and laughs and boundless energy--but waking up is a chore unless he's woken up right. And, honestly, being woken up right is one of the rarest things in the entire world, second only to perhaps a wise politician or finding a beautiful cabbage at half price in the vegetable bin.
There's only one way to wake him up in such a way that won't have him grumbling, and it's through rustling sheets and careful motions, and through lips tracing his temple, his cheek, and the curve of his shoulder.
And, most importantly, a rasping, groggy, happy little "Yocchan, good morning."
Yoshihiko isn't a morning person, but Tomoya is. Tomoya who cuddles up to him despite being taller by miles, and Tomoya who tucks his head under Yoshihiko's chin just so he can kiss the column of his neck and wind his arms around him, fingers curled into the back of his shirt.
When Yoshihiko wakes up to normalcy, he gets grumpy.
When Yoshihiko wakes up to Tomoya, he's blasted open with awe.
It's not very often that Yoshihiko is rendered speechless, but seeing Tomoya's messy hair, sleepy eyes, and the dried path of drool down the corner of his mouth always does so without fail. Gone are whatever stupid anecdotes he might make, blown like the wind in the wake of Tomoya's eager expression, and all Yoshihiko can do instead is smile because Tomoya is soft and kind and sweeter than candy.
The blankets rustle around them when Yoshihiko moves, albeit sluggish and lazy. Tomoya's back rests against the mattress and his lips part--plush and warm and inviting, and who is Yoshihiko to refuse?
Every motion is small, careful as if he were dealing with fragile china, and amidst the soft sounds of their lips moving and their tongues touching, the only other noises in the room come from Tomoya's songbird throat and the movement of cloth around them.
"Mmph--"
Yoshihiko pulls back at the little grunt, blinking twice. "What is it?"
"We taste like shit," Tomoya answers in a half-whine, but all Yoshihiko can do in turn is laugh and touch their foreheads together.
"That's called morning breath, Tomo."
"Well! Morning breath tastes like shit, Yocchan!"
Yoshihiko lifts his head again to take in the very deliberate, very real pout on Tomoya's face, and then pinches both his cheeks and pulls. The resulting squirming is expected, and so too are Tomoya's useless, slapping hands, but unexpected is the way Tomoya brings his weight up to roll them over, the sheets wrapping around them even more acutely as two forearms rest on either side of Yoshihiko's head.
Now Yoshihiko's being kissed, though whatever lethargy they might've shared earlier is wiped away by the sheer energy that pours out of the man above him in waves. Tomoya's back is arched--he can feel it--and the almost shy press of their hips together has Yoshihiko taking in a breath he's sure Tomoya can feel between their lips. The grin pressed to his mouth is a perfect indication of that.
When Tomoya pulls away and drags his knuckles down the curve of Yoshihiko's cheek, his eyes are warm and molten, and Yoshihiko's arms wrap around his middle to pull him down entirely.
Another rustle of the sheets leaves them with Tomoya's head on Yoshihiko's chest and an 'I love you' written into the cotton of his sleep shirt.
Yoshihiko in turn traces patterns on Tomoya's back, and he murmurs his own 'I love you too' into the hair on his head.
He's a Tomoya person, he realises. And that's the best kind of person to be.
Pairing: Yoshihiko Inohara/Tomoya Nagase
Genre: Unabashed, awful fluff; maybe some character study
Summary: This is Yoshihiko's favourite way to wake up in the morning.
A/N: Written for the advent calendar project thing for the prompt 'sheets' given by my girlfriend. In a world where Inocchi didn't get married...
Yoshihiko's never been a morning person. Nobody really knows this on account of how joyful he is the rest of the day--all smiles and laughs and boundless energy--but waking up is a chore unless he's woken up right. And, honestly, being woken up right is one of the rarest things in the entire world, second only to perhaps a wise politician or finding a beautiful cabbage at half price in the vegetable bin.
There's only one way to wake him up in such a way that won't have him grumbling, and it's through rustling sheets and careful motions, and through lips tracing his temple, his cheek, and the curve of his shoulder.
And, most importantly, a rasping, groggy, happy little "Yocchan, good morning."
Yoshihiko isn't a morning person, but Tomoya is. Tomoya who cuddles up to him despite being taller by miles, and Tomoya who tucks his head under Yoshihiko's chin just so he can kiss the column of his neck and wind his arms around him, fingers curled into the back of his shirt.
When Yoshihiko wakes up to normalcy, he gets grumpy.
When Yoshihiko wakes up to Tomoya, he's blasted open with awe.
It's not very often that Yoshihiko is rendered speechless, but seeing Tomoya's messy hair, sleepy eyes, and the dried path of drool down the corner of his mouth always does so without fail. Gone are whatever stupid anecdotes he might make, blown like the wind in the wake of Tomoya's eager expression, and all Yoshihiko can do instead is smile because Tomoya is soft and kind and sweeter than candy.
The blankets rustle around them when Yoshihiko moves, albeit sluggish and lazy. Tomoya's back rests against the mattress and his lips part--plush and warm and inviting, and who is Yoshihiko to refuse?
Every motion is small, careful as if he were dealing with fragile china, and amidst the soft sounds of their lips moving and their tongues touching, the only other noises in the room come from Tomoya's songbird throat and the movement of cloth around them.
"Mmph--"
Yoshihiko pulls back at the little grunt, blinking twice. "What is it?"
"We taste like shit," Tomoya answers in a half-whine, but all Yoshihiko can do in turn is laugh and touch their foreheads together.
"That's called morning breath, Tomo."
"Well! Morning breath tastes like shit, Yocchan!"
Yoshihiko lifts his head again to take in the very deliberate, very real pout on Tomoya's face, and then pinches both his cheeks and pulls. The resulting squirming is expected, and so too are Tomoya's useless, slapping hands, but unexpected is the way Tomoya brings his weight up to roll them over, the sheets wrapping around them even more acutely as two forearms rest on either side of Yoshihiko's head.
Now Yoshihiko's being kissed, though whatever lethargy they might've shared earlier is wiped away by the sheer energy that pours out of the man above him in waves. Tomoya's back is arched--he can feel it--and the almost shy press of their hips together has Yoshihiko taking in a breath he's sure Tomoya can feel between their lips. The grin pressed to his mouth is a perfect indication of that.
When Tomoya pulls away and drags his knuckles down the curve of Yoshihiko's cheek, his eyes are warm and molten, and Yoshihiko's arms wrap around his middle to pull him down entirely.
Another rustle of the sheets leaves them with Tomoya's head on Yoshihiko's chest and an 'I love you' written into the cotton of his sleep shirt.
Yoshihiko in turn traces patterns on Tomoya's back, and he murmurs his own 'I love you too' into the hair on his head.
He's a Tomoya person, he realises. And that's the best kind of person to be.
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I love how you use words and how you create images. I wish I would be that good!!
"We taste like shit," Tomoya answers in a half-whine, but all Yoshihiko can do in turn is laugh and touch their foreheads together.
"That's called morning breath, Tomo."
"Well! Morning breath tastes like shit, Yocchan!"
AHAHHAAAA, I LOVE YOU TOMO!
I'm happy you are participating in this advent calendar thingy, because it gives me the chance to read pairings, I would normally never stumble over! <3
Thanks for writing!
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I'M SO GLAD YOU ENJOYED IT. And I don't even know what I'm doing with the imagery and everything 'cause I just shit things out of my brain and I'm sleep-deprived and stressed with school and dying BUT DANG. My first drabble was supposed to be Sakumoto but then my computer turned off by itself while I was writing it on Notepad and I didn't save so I lost it. :'( Then my player started playing V6 and Inocchi started singing and I was like "welp, let's go for my guilty pleasure otp".
BUT THEN Inocchi/Tomo is actually WAY more plausible than you think 'cause like, before Tomo was officially part of TOKIO and was still just a support member he and Inocchi were basically marketed as a duo (http://nagase.god.jp/tagged/future%20inocchi%20x%20tomo%20tag)--maybe not the same way that KinKi Kids were, but still. :|
Mabo and Inocchi are best friends, right? And then when Tomo joined Johnny's Mabo took a liking to him, and he'd take Tomo home from their practises everyday. And Inocchi would come. And then they'd both tease baby Tom, though Mabo was way more merciless and Inocchi was kinder. XD Inocchi also taught Tomo how to do backflips!! Which Mabo is always jealous of forever because he wanted to teach Tomo but couldn't 'cause he was in TOKIO and so his schedule was packed while Inocchi and Tomo had more free time. XDDD
Once they asked Tomo who he'd date in Johnny's and he said Inocchi and then immediately started giggling into Mabo's bicep and I think about that everyday. ;______;
I don't know why I'm suddenly talking about these two BUT I'LL STOP BEFORE THIS COMMENT BECOMES TEN MILES LONG
Guh. Thank you for reading my things ;__________; I always have a thing for niche pairings nobody cares about... /sigh
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I've actually missed reading stuff from you
<3