3rdgymbros:

Chuuya: Do you like cigarettes after sex?

Akutagawa: Nakahara-san, I am a virgin with asthma.

shinsoukokuvalentine:

(So because of a mix-up, either on my part or something on tumblr messing up, I’m reading both #14 and #20 as the same prompts, so I don’t know if you wanted this version of 14 [hurting you was never part of the plan] or this version [you look amazing tonight]. So hopefully one of those was what you wanted ^^)

(Anyway, here’s 43! Not entirely nsfw, but close enough that most of it’s under a read more.)

67/365: Let it out

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Akutagawa’s back lands on the futon, and Atsushi wastes no
time in crawling on top of him, shoving their lips together, digging his
fingers into his hair. Akutagawa’s eyes close as he lets Atsushi kiss him with
everything he has. He loves nights like this, where without much prior warning,
Atsushi will make it known that he wants in bed now. It’s rare, but
always wonderful.

Fangs bite into Akutagawa’s lips suddenly, causing a murmur
of surprise to sound from his throat. Atsushi pulls back swiftly.

“Did I hurt you?” he says, staring worriedly into
Akutagawa’s face. The man below him still wants his lips, still wants him,
and he squirms when that contact’s taken away.

“No,” he says quickly. Above him, Atsushi’s face relaxes,
and Akutagawa sighs, bringing a hand up to run it through his boyfriend’s
bangs.

“You don’t have to keep your fangs from me,” he whispers,
sitting up so they’re face to face. “I want them so, so much…”

Atsushi blushes and shudders beneath his touch, and
Akutagawa continues, “Try using the tiger. Let yourself go, just this once.”

Atsushi quickly shakes his head and won’t meet his eyes. “I
could hurt you,” he says. Akutagawa leans forward, pressing a kiss to the small
amount of collarbone that he can reach through the neckline of Atsushi’s shirt,
causing him to quiver once.

“But you want to use it, don’t you?” His kisses travel up
Atsushi’s neck, all the way to his ear, where he bites a little just below it.
“Don’t you?” he asks again. Atsushi nods, his eyes closed as he melts against
Akutagawa’s lips. “Then give it to me.” Atsushi nods once more, breathing
through his mouth now.

“We need… A safe word-!,” he says, ending his word with a
slight squeal when Akutagawa bites his ear. “Just to make sure I don’t hurt
you.”

Akutagawa hms a bit and nuzzles against Atsushi’s
neck. “‘Cactus,’ maybe?” he says. “In case you get too prickly.”

Atsushi huffs a bit with a smile. “Did you just make a
joke?” Akutagawa shrugs.

“You do weird things to me,” he says in reply. Atsushi
sighs, and he strokes a hand through Akutagawa’s dark hair. Akutagawa takes a
deep breath; he can’t take this much longer, this just sitting there.

“You have no idea how much I want you right now,” he
whispers breathily into his lover’s ear, and it’s the last straw for Atsushi.

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shinsoukokuvalentine:

(No problem ^^ This got longer than I anticipated, so for the sake of everyone’s dash, I’ve put most of it under a read more.)

42/365: Literary

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The main room is large, yet specifically designed so that it
doesn’t produce any echo. Kunikida calls it “the epitome of modern
architecture.” Atsushi, on the other hand, simply admires the library for its
silence.

Working there doesn’t pay extremely well – their funds keep
getting cut because the crime rate is soaring and the county would rather spend
money on a new jail – but it’s peaceful. Shelving books is relaxing, Atsushi thinks,
and he can spend hours behind the help desk, not particularly doing anything
except categorizing the new books, which takes about as much concentration as
monitoring a rock. Working at the library seems to be the perfect fit for him.

“I need help finding something.”

Atsushi’s broken out of his thoughts and back to the
present. He pulls his gaze away from the book he’s shelving and blinks, staring
at the man in front of him. If he wasn’t hunched over, he thinks they might be
the same height. Atsushi smiles.

“Of course; what can I help you with?” he says brightly, but
softly. The man doesn’t smile back.

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