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delrhei_writingTitle: Kissable
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kryss_delrhei
Fandom: DRAMAtical Murder
Type: Video Game / Visual Novel
Characters/Pairing: Clear/Aoba
Word Count: 400
Genre: Romance
Rating: G
Warning: None
Summary: Clear thinks Aoba looked a bit kissable.
Disclaimer: I do not own DRAMAtical Murder nor the characters, just borrowing them from Nitro+CHiRAL for a little while.
Author's Notes: This was written for Kira! Sorry it was so short and I promised smut, but not to fear!! I'm also mid-process of writing a BE!Clear/Amputee!Aoba smutty PWP fic for you!! I've just been missing my smut muse the last couple of weeks, so it's in my hold pile! I HAVEN'T FORGOTTEN YOU! I PROMISE!!
Prompt:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
1drabble : #01 - Clouds (Drabble Table)
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Aoba gazed upward into the azure abyss, letting himself be pulled from the ground into the expansive sky with not a cloud in sight. He laid back on the ground, hair fanning out in the grass as he raised his hand to block the glare from the sun, heat beating down on him only broken every so often with a cooling breeze fluttering through the trees.
“Aoba-san,” Clear stood over him, hand clasped tightly around the hand of his umbrella, “Are you waiting for the sky to fall?”
“No,” The blue haired male released a small laugh, patting the grassy spot next to him, “Won't you join me?”
A brightened mauve stare and wide smile answered his question as the android dropped to the ground easily with a thud, crossing his legs Indian style, leaning his umbrella against his shoulder. Aoba smilingly closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, enjoying the peaceful serenity that was slowly emerging.
“Aoba-san?” Clear spoke, his voice quiet after several calm minutes.
Aoba opened his eyes, noticing that Clear was leaning toward him, his gaze inquisitive and so much like a child's it was hard for Aoba to keep from smiling tenderly at him, “Yes, Clear?” he said, reaching up to brush platinum blonde hair away from Clear's cheek, who at the action, broke into a large grin as he cupped his cheek, brushing his thumb across the smooth skin.
Without a pause of hesitation, Clear leaned down and captured Aoba’s lips with his own, gently molding them, slow at first then with growing fervor, mouths parted, tongues touching and stroking. Aoba whimpered pleasantly into the small intimate gesture, enjoying the taste of Clear and the swirling in his stomach that caused a slow heat to coil there and spread threw him, just as Clear pulled back.
Aoba licked his lips, already missing the perfect curve of Clear’s delicate lips against his own, “What was that for?” he asked, slightly breathless.
“You looked kissable,” he said, causing Aoba to blink blearily through the wonderful haze that had washed over him.
“I think I need a few more,” he mumbled, pulling Clear back down against his mouth, fingers slipping into the soft platinum hair, angling and molding their lips together. This time he allowed himself to moan softly into the action, finding himself lost on the undercurrent of pleasure, underneath the beating rays of the afternoon sun.
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Author:
kryss_delrheiFandom: DRAMAtical Murder
Type: Video Game / Visual Novel
Characters/Pairing: Clear/Aoba
Word Count: 400
Genre: Romance
Rating: G
Warning: None
Summary: Clear thinks Aoba looked a bit kissable.
Disclaimer: I do not own DRAMAtical Murder nor the characters, just borrowing them from Nitro+CHiRAL for a little while.
Author's Notes: This was written for Kira! Sorry it was so short and I promised smut, but not to fear!! I'm also mid-process of writing a BE!Clear/Amputee!Aoba smutty PWP fic for you!! I've just been missing my smut muse the last couple of weeks, so it's in my hold pile! I HAVEN'T FORGOTTEN YOU! I PROMISE!!
Prompt:
1drabble : #01 - Clouds (Drabble Table)--
Aoba gazed upward into the azure abyss, letting himself be pulled from the ground into the expansive sky with not a cloud in sight. He laid back on the ground, hair fanning out in the grass as he raised his hand to block the glare from the sun, heat beating down on him only broken every so often with a cooling breeze fluttering through the trees.
“Aoba-san,” Clear stood over him, hand clasped tightly around the hand of his umbrella, “Are you waiting for the sky to fall?”
“No,” The blue haired male released a small laugh, patting the grassy spot next to him, “Won't you join me?”
A brightened mauve stare and wide smile answered his question as the android dropped to the ground easily with a thud, crossing his legs Indian style, leaning his umbrella against his shoulder. Aoba smilingly closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, enjoying the peaceful serenity that was slowly emerging.
“Aoba-san?” Clear spoke, his voice quiet after several calm minutes.
Aoba opened his eyes, noticing that Clear was leaning toward him, his gaze inquisitive and so much like a child's it was hard for Aoba to keep from smiling tenderly at him, “Yes, Clear?” he said, reaching up to brush platinum blonde hair away from Clear's cheek, who at the action, broke into a large grin as he cupped his cheek, brushing his thumb across the smooth skin.
Without a pause of hesitation, Clear leaned down and captured Aoba’s lips with his own, gently molding them, slow at first then with growing fervor, mouths parted, tongues touching and stroking. Aoba whimpered pleasantly into the small intimate gesture, enjoying the taste of Clear and the swirling in his stomach that caused a slow heat to coil there and spread threw him, just as Clear pulled back.
Aoba licked his lips, already missing the perfect curve of Clear’s delicate lips against his own, “What was that for?” he asked, slightly breathless.
“You looked kissable,” he said, causing Aoba to blink blearily through the wonderful haze that had washed over him.
“I think I need a few more,” he mumbled, pulling Clear back down against his mouth, fingers slipping into the soft platinum hair, angling and molding their lips together. This time he allowed himself to moan softly into the action, finding himself lost on the undercurrent of pleasure, underneath the beating rays of the afternoon sun.
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1drabble
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