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hailstorms) wrote2013-09-11 12:01 am
hailstorms) wrote2013-09-11 12:01 am
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[fic] switch [UNFINISHED]
~325 words
bekumiza
notes: bekumiza pwp. that's it.
Mizael goes somewhere deep and soft when he’s touched enough - oh, he rages and scratches and resists enough at first, but it’s like there’s some kind of switch, some particular moment or some particular movement that’s just right to push him over the edge into that soft, surreal state. And the worst part of it, Vector thinks, is not knowing; is never being able to work out what that switch is, at doing things over and over again and never once being able to work it out because, you know what, Vector’s smart, he knows he is, and certainly smarter than Mizael, but this is still a complete mystery to him. And he doesn’t like that.
So it, yeah, it kind of becomes a thing. And they don’t acknowledge it, it’s not as though they’re any more affectionate toward each other - what a laugh that’d be - in fact, if anything they’re less so. Which is how Vector likes it and he’s pretty sure it’s the same for Mizael, too, because it’s not like this is a romance or something, ew, it’s just blowing off steam. That and a large portion of Vector not wanting to have to give in and admit he can’t work out something that should be so simple.
Only the thing is, repeating it doesn’t really seem to help. Not that he minds repeating it because, you know, the biting and scratching and wrestling is pretty damn good and then getting to pull Mizael’s hair and fuck his face and finger him until he’s begging to come is. Well. Yeah. Also good, obviously. But it’s frustrating, frustrating the way that he always misses it. The way that what sends Mizael under one day only makes him fight more the next, and Vector’s left wondering if there’s something he’s not seeing, some connection between triggers that he’s missed, because there has to be something consistent but he can never find it.
bekumiza
notes: bekumiza pwp. that's it.
Mizael goes somewhere deep and soft when he’s touched enough - oh, he rages and scratches and resists enough at first, but it’s like there’s some kind of switch, some particular moment or some particular movement that’s just right to push him over the edge into that soft, surreal state. And the worst part of it, Vector thinks, is not knowing; is never being able to work out what that switch is, at doing things over and over again and never once being able to work it out because, you know what, Vector’s smart, he knows he is, and certainly smarter than Mizael, but this is still a complete mystery to him. And he doesn’t like that.
So it, yeah, it kind of becomes a thing. And they don’t acknowledge it, it’s not as though they’re any more affectionate toward each other - what a laugh that’d be - in fact, if anything they’re less so. Which is how Vector likes it and he’s pretty sure it’s the same for Mizael, too, because it’s not like this is a romance or something, ew, it’s just blowing off steam. That and a large portion of Vector not wanting to have to give in and admit he can’t work out something that should be so simple.
Only the thing is, repeating it doesn’t really seem to help. Not that he minds repeating it because, you know, the biting and scratching and wrestling is pretty damn good and then getting to pull Mizael’s hair and fuck his face and finger him until he’s begging to come is. Well. Yeah. Also good, obviously. But it’s frustrating, frustrating the way that he always misses it. The way that what sends Mizael under one day only makes him fight more the next, and Vector’s left wondering if there’s something he’s not seeing, some connection between triggers that he’s missed, because there has to be something consistent but he can never find it.