Let's talk about...

[firstlight]

...porn. About writing porn, actually. And why I'm sort of bad at it in isolation. Okay, really damn bad. Seriously. *uses appropriate/inappropriate icon*

firescribble: you know what I still want?
firescribble: slow d1 porn
giving_ground: mmmmm
firescribble: just becuse it'd be a nice change
firescribble: I don't know how to go about it
firescribble: I just want
giving_ground: *_*
firescribble: and maybe not so slow SanaYuki
firescribble: something were they're just so fucking horny they hardly have time to take their clothes off
giving_ground: yeah. that'd be *awesome*, tbh.
firescribble: no one EVER writes them like that
firescribble: it always has to be all meaningful
giving_ground: well. it's sort of easier to get them to admit to being meaningful that, say, D1. so I can see why. BUT STILL. they're not really patient people............. >>
firescribble: yeah, and if they've DONE the meaningful part
firescribble: and you know they're horny for each other ^_____^
giving_ground: well yeah. no shit. XD
giving_ground: now if only just sitting down and writing PWP for them didn't make my brain freeze in terror
firescribble: ignore it
firescribble: have some wine
firescribble: hold my hand. i'm the perverted lady. it's ok.
giving_ground: XD
giving_ground: the not knowing how to get started is always a problem. woe.
firescribble: that's because you make things so complicated
firescribble: it wasn't going to be meaningful, remember?
firescribble: just an ordinary day in the life of..
giving_ground: nngh
giving_ground: even then


giving_ground: nympholepsia: IT IS PRON
nympholepsia: NO PLOT NECESSARY
nympholepsia: UNF UNF UNF
nympholepsia: OH HEY LOOK
nympholepsia: I"M YUKIMURA
nympholepsia: YOURE SANADA
nympholepsia: WE HAVE PENISES
nympholepsia: LETS GO
firescribble: XDDDDD
giving_ground: ...yeah XD;
firescribble: I have an idea for what they could do with those penises =D
giving_ground: I am sure you do. unfortunately my brain, while it has ideas on things to do with penises, is still being difficult about getting there.
firescribble: *mutters*
giving_ground: I know I know -_-'''
firescribble: ;;;
firescribble: what? do they need to develop as characters?
firescribble: through buttsex?
firescribble: that's a tough one
giving_ground: ;;
firescribble: thing is, and I'm sure you've noticed, people don't need reasons
firescribble: they only need equipment
firescribble: and I'm trying to change how you feel about this and that's just retarded. so sorry.
giving_ground: yes. but uhm. you're going to disown me for this. I need something to make it interesting to write and that comes from emotion and significance in one sense or another rather than from tab c and slot a. just writing porn is *bloody boring*.
firescribble: XD
firescribble: I knew you'd say that <3
giving_ground: I'm quite aware that people don't need reasons
giving_ground: but people do all sorts of things that make for crap fiction XD
firescribble: yes. but stories do?
firescribble: ^^
giving_ground: mm
firescribble: and I don't really want the random porn, promise
firescribble: it's so much better when there is a point to it
firescribble: but the lack of sanayuki makes me sad :-(
giving_ground: yeah, I know. so some story which leads to filthy porn had better present itself soon, brain. otherwise I'll get you really drunk and then you'll have a horrible hangover in the morning and you probably won't sleep either.
giving_ground: damn, it's hard to threaten your own brain :|

(You may have noticed I'm leaving more and more stuff unlocked. It's an experiment. I'm sure paranoia will take hold again soon, don't worry.)

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I have two papers due this week and my Pavlovian response to deadlines is to write porn = You win!

[annotated_em]

Momentum

Sometimes Genichirou wondered whether it was weird that a good game of tennis got Seiichi horny. He suspected that it probably was.

He also suspected that he probably ought to mind more than he did, but honestly, who was going to complain when Seiichi prowled into the locker room after the day's matches were over, eyes glittering with intent? Especially when everyone else was already scattering before he even said, "Everyone, out."

Genichirou left off buttoning his shirt and waited.

Seiichi gave the team ninety seconds, which was long enough for Niou to smirk and say something that was probably absolutely filthy to Akaya, who turned red and took off, still doing up his uniform and his shoelaces flapping, and for Renji to roll his eyes at their excesses. That was about thirty seconds longer than Genichirou had really expected, given how close Seiichi's match with Tezuka had been, and by the time the door banged shut behind Marui, Seiichi was already moving towards him.

"Good matches today," Genichirou noted, maneuvering himself closer to one of the benches, just in case.

"Excellent matches," Seiichi all-but-purred, and invaded Genichirou's personal space to press him against the wall. It looked like Seiichi was going to be impatient after all.

And that was the last coherent thought Genichirou managed before Seiichi kissed him, overwhelming as a tidal wave, hands stroking down his chest and snaking into his underwear to grope him. Genichirou groaned and pulled Seiichi to him, answering Seiichi's kiss with the hunger he'd been bottling up since Seiichi had laughed and taken his second set from Tezuka. He went fumbling for the fastenings of Seiichi's shorts, got them undone and shoved down, and the tile walls of the locker room echoed both of their groans back to them as Seiichi rocked against him, hard and eager.

Seiichi might have been saying something, yes and fuck and Genichirou, but he couldn't make himself focus on that. Seiichi's ass was tight under his hands and Seiichi was grinding against him with one hand caught between them. His thin calloused fingers stroked over their cocks, driving them both higher, pleasure gathering momentum upon itself until it cut through him, keen and perfect as the sweep of a return or the stroke of a blade.

When Genichirou could start to think again, if dazed, half-formed thoughts could be called thinking, he was slumped against the wall. The drape of Seiichi against him, sticky and hot, was the only thing keeping him propped up. It shouldn't have been comfortable, but it was, so he let himself drift as Seiichi caught his breath again and nuzzled his throat.

All in all, tennis was a strange aphrodisiac. On the other hand, most of the time Genichirou couldn't bring himself to care, and one of these days, he was going to visit a shrine and light a stick of incense, just to say thanks to the gods for having put Tezuka Kunimitsu on the planet.

end

...yeah, I don't know either. But Sanada liked the idea of being too horny to bother with any of the preliminaries. So, uh, yeah. I'm... gonna go over here now!

Re: I have two papers due this week and my Pavlovian response to deadlines is to write porn = You wi

[giving-ground.livejournal.com]

*GRIN* Ohhh, very nice. Thank you. *__* *sparkles* I love that you're so easy to enable. I don't even have to try really. :D

Re: I have two papers due this week and my Pavlovian response to deadlines is to write porn = You wi

[annotated_em]

*grinning* Hey, you keep feeding me prompts that get my attention, I don't mind being enabled.

Re: I have two papers due this week and my Pavlovian response to deadlines is to write porn = You wi

[firescribble.livejournal.com]

Heeeeee. That was lovely.

Re: I have two papers due this week and my Pavlovian response to deadlines is to write porn = You wi

[annotated_em]

*bows* Thank you!