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michalsOnce again I initiate myself in a new fandom with fic...which happens to be porny. You guys I'm becoming a smut peddler. I'm actually almost embarassed. Almost because it's not like, super graphic, it's only a little...I'm going to stop talking now.
Discoveries
Fandom: Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead
Pairing: Rosencrantz/Guildenstern
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Don't own.
Rosencrantz has always had a preoccupation with the physical world, figuring it out, piecing it together one little discovery at a time. Sometimes he discovers something he's vaguely aware someone might have known before him, but it's all new to him and that's all that matters/therefore his zeal for experimentation is not lessened any. Each new machine or invention or theory is a little gem that he holds dear, even if Guildenstern tends to destroy most of them before they can be truly appreciated, in which case he's assured in the knowledge that there's always something else he can stumble upon.
Why it's taken him so long to discover the physical world of Guildenstern, however, is a mystery to him.
There's as many new things to understand on Guildenstern's body as there are in the world as a whole, he figures. For instance, he discovers that whenever the other man is on a particularly long or morbid tangent a kiss will silence him instantly and distract him completely. And that wrapping his hands around Guildenstern's hips elicits a sigh, a noise Rosencrantz has decided means he feels safe so he does this often. He likes when Rosencrantz traces a finger across his lips, though he'll huff and stare like he doesn't.
His pierced ear alone is worth hours of experiments. A simple touch will cause Guildenstern to stutter in the middle of a speech, a gentle squeeze will cause a quiet involuntary groan, a kiss will get the groan plus a fluttering of eyelids, and a bite garners Rosencrantz's favorite reaction: a quite undignified, yet endearing, whimper.
All of these and they're both still fully dressed.
Ah, but once they make their way free of their clothes, there are even more discoveries to be had.
There's a scar that runs the length of one hip that Guildenstern can only sometimes remember (and when he does remember he knows it comes from a horse riding mishap when he was an adolescent). Either way Rosencrantz is always sure to place a kiss right at the swell of the hip where the scar begins which forces a badly concealed gasp from his companion. Running his fingertips across the pale expanse of Guildenstern's stomach will get him a slap on the wrist and an attempt at an angrily muttered excuse of being "sensitive". But Rosencrantz knows it just means he's ticklish and there are two ways of proceeding from there: either he stops and instead replaces his fingers with his mouth which'll lead to a moan, or he defiantly continues with a wicked grin in which case Guildenstern will try to hold back his laughter until he can get a hold of Rosencrantz's wrists, an action that is usually followed by Guildenstern determinedly reversing their positions and coming to sit astride Rosencrantz's hips. What kind of mood Rosencrantz is in is all that really determines which course he'll choose.
As the night progresses, it's when Rosencrantz slips slick fingers inside of him that garners the best response in Guildenstern's repertoire (at least in Rosencrantz's opinion). He says, "oh".
It's not a moan, or a groan, or any other half-sensical uttering of pleasure. It is most decidedly the word oh. Rosencrantz studies Guildenstern's face then, the tightly shut eyes, the slack mouth. He says it like he's surprised, like he's unaware his body was capable of feeling this, that Rosencrantz was capable of eliciting this response from him, and Rosencrantz is more than happy to thwart any ill-conceived perceptions otherwise by adding a third finger and listening happily to the "oh!" and to ride out the way Guildenstern bucks his hips in response.
Rosencrantz learns that Guildenstern lying on his stomach when Rosencrantz finally pushes full into him has a more mechanical advantage, but feeling Guildenstern's legs wrap around his waist when he's on his back, and watching the way his lips quirk into a pleasured smile and the way his eyes shine with mirth and his mouth mumbles out that last reverent "oh" is by far the better option (he also realizes this discovery is as much about himself as Guildenstern). Once in a while he discovers that Guildenstern is flexible enough that Rosencrantz can actually lean down in these moments and seal their lips in a breathy kiss and that Guildenstern will then tangle his fingers in Rosencrantz's long hair.
Afterwards it seems to be Guildenstern's custom, after jokingly pushing Rosencrantz away with fake complaints of the other man crushing him, to sidle close to him so that they're shoulder to shoulder next to each other on the bed. He doesn't drape himself on Rosencrantz or "cuddle", per se, though they are pressed together from ankle to elbow. Sometimes he'll lean his head on the crook of Rosencrantz's neck. But always he takes up Rosencrantz's hand in his own and twines their fingers together - sometimes even pressing a kiss to Rosencrantz's knuckles - all with a sated, blissful smile that Rosencrantz finds almost embarrassingly beautiful. And on occasion Rosencrantz takes this opportunity of closeness to take Guildenstern's left earlobe, with earring, into his mouth and bite just a little, which'll earn him that tiny squeak he finds so irresistible and also a half-hearted slap.
If he were conscious of all that was truly happening, of their meandering little play that played again and again with much the same results, if he could remember each time what happened the last time, well he might almost regret forgetting all these little discoveries he makes. But then again, each time is the first time for them and Rosencrantz revels in the chance to discover them all again.
Discoveries
Fandom: Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead
Pairing: Rosencrantz/Guildenstern
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Don't own.
Rosencrantz has always had a preoccupation with the physical world, figuring it out, piecing it together one little discovery at a time. Sometimes he discovers something he's vaguely aware someone might have known before him, but it's all new to him and that's all that matters/therefore his zeal for experimentation is not lessened any. Each new machine or invention or theory is a little gem that he holds dear, even if Guildenstern tends to destroy most of them before they can be truly appreciated, in which case he's assured in the knowledge that there's always something else he can stumble upon.
Why it's taken him so long to discover the physical world of Guildenstern, however, is a mystery to him.
There's as many new things to understand on Guildenstern's body as there are in the world as a whole, he figures. For instance, he discovers that whenever the other man is on a particularly long or morbid tangent a kiss will silence him instantly and distract him completely. And that wrapping his hands around Guildenstern's hips elicits a sigh, a noise Rosencrantz has decided means he feels safe so he does this often. He likes when Rosencrantz traces a finger across his lips, though he'll huff and stare like he doesn't.
His pierced ear alone is worth hours of experiments. A simple touch will cause Guildenstern to stutter in the middle of a speech, a gentle squeeze will cause a quiet involuntary groan, a kiss will get the groan plus a fluttering of eyelids, and a bite garners Rosencrantz's favorite reaction: a quite undignified, yet endearing, whimper.
All of these and they're both still fully dressed.
Ah, but once they make their way free of their clothes, there are even more discoveries to be had.
There's a scar that runs the length of one hip that Guildenstern can only sometimes remember (and when he does remember he knows it comes from a horse riding mishap when he was an adolescent). Either way Rosencrantz is always sure to place a kiss right at the swell of the hip where the scar begins which forces a badly concealed gasp from his companion. Running his fingertips across the pale expanse of Guildenstern's stomach will get him a slap on the wrist and an attempt at an angrily muttered excuse of being "sensitive". But Rosencrantz knows it just means he's ticklish and there are two ways of proceeding from there: either he stops and instead replaces his fingers with his mouth which'll lead to a moan, or he defiantly continues with a wicked grin in which case Guildenstern will try to hold back his laughter until he can get a hold of Rosencrantz's wrists, an action that is usually followed by Guildenstern determinedly reversing their positions and coming to sit astride Rosencrantz's hips. What kind of mood Rosencrantz is in is all that really determines which course he'll choose.
As the night progresses, it's when Rosencrantz slips slick fingers inside of him that garners the best response in Guildenstern's repertoire (at least in Rosencrantz's opinion). He says, "oh".
It's not a moan, or a groan, or any other half-sensical uttering of pleasure. It is most decidedly the word oh. Rosencrantz studies Guildenstern's face then, the tightly shut eyes, the slack mouth. He says it like he's surprised, like he's unaware his body was capable of feeling this, that Rosencrantz was capable of eliciting this response from him, and Rosencrantz is more than happy to thwart any ill-conceived perceptions otherwise by adding a third finger and listening happily to the "oh!" and to ride out the way Guildenstern bucks his hips in response.
Rosencrantz learns that Guildenstern lying on his stomach when Rosencrantz finally pushes full into him has a more mechanical advantage, but feeling Guildenstern's legs wrap around his waist when he's on his back, and watching the way his lips quirk into a pleasured smile and the way his eyes shine with mirth and his mouth mumbles out that last reverent "oh" is by far the better option (he also realizes this discovery is as much about himself as Guildenstern). Once in a while he discovers that Guildenstern is flexible enough that Rosencrantz can actually lean down in these moments and seal their lips in a breathy kiss and that Guildenstern will then tangle his fingers in Rosencrantz's long hair.
Afterwards it seems to be Guildenstern's custom, after jokingly pushing Rosencrantz away with fake complaints of the other man crushing him, to sidle close to him so that they're shoulder to shoulder next to each other on the bed. He doesn't drape himself on Rosencrantz or "cuddle", per se, though they are pressed together from ankle to elbow. Sometimes he'll lean his head on the crook of Rosencrantz's neck. But always he takes up Rosencrantz's hand in his own and twines their fingers together - sometimes even pressing a kiss to Rosencrantz's knuckles - all with a sated, blissful smile that Rosencrantz finds almost embarrassingly beautiful. And on occasion Rosencrantz takes this opportunity of closeness to take Guildenstern's left earlobe, with earring, into his mouth and bite just a little, which'll earn him that tiny squeak he finds so irresistible and also a half-hearted slap.
If he were conscious of all that was truly happening, of their meandering little play that played again and again with much the same results, if he could remember each time what happened the last time, well he might almost regret forgetting all these little discoveries he makes. But then again, each time is the first time for them and Rosencrantz revels in the chance to discover them all again.
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Date: 2010-10-19 05:52 pm (UTC)Give us this day, our daily wank.
Seriously. Shit. Ignore that. I'm no Tom Stoppard.
That was awesome. I have a very early edition of the book
that I totally stole from my university library and since the cover price was something like a dollar because it was so old, I paid my dollar after I convinced them it was stolenand I treasure it.no subject
Date: 2010-10-20 12:47 am (UTC)Haven't read the play yet though I want to, saw the movie last week and just loved it, had to write this because the prompt was so obvious it needed to be written. (And lol, I totally have a book from my hometown library that's just mine now, though it ended up costing more than a dollar for them to forget about it)
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Date: 2010-10-25 12:12 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-11-10 05:28 pm (UTC)(And okay, it's smut ;) )
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Date: 2010-10-25 04:26 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-11-10 05:29 pm (UTC)