Metalocalypse Drabble Challenge #17
Jul. 27th, 2007 05:43 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dethoratsTheme: Costumes
Pairing: Nathan/Toki
Let Ofdensen have his cats and his horses, Nathan thought, the corner of his mouth curling upward into the faintest of smirks. Rabbits were just fine for him.
He crooked a finger and waited expectantly for his unspoken command to be obeyed. Moving with alacrity, Toki was at his side in an instant and kneeling as soon as Nathan uncurled his palm and held it flatly parallel to the floor. The Norwegian was well trained and at least in this area Dethklok’s front man had to give his manager credit. Ofdensen had them thoroughly conditioned for this singular arena and that was a feat Nathan doubted any of the rest of them could have pulled off on their own. As much as it galled him, if Charles were to demand his obedience here, the singer knew he would comply. Thankfully he was busy with Skwisgaar’s usual rebellious nature and his ever-present ‘Catling,’ leaving Toki’s care entirely up to Nathan.
A snap of his fingers and the rhythm guitarist shuffled forward on his knees to bump his nose against Nathan’s crotch. Teeth found the vocalist’s zipper and tugged it down, hot breath washing through the newly opened gap to bathe his eager flesh. Nathan cupped the back of Toki’s head, fingers weaving through the fine chestnut hair and tugging lightly so that the Norwegian had to pull back and look up. His usual icy pale eyes were wide, pupils dilated and so very dark, and the tip of his tongue flickered out and over his top lip in what Nathan supposed was unconscious enticement. The front man held Toki’s gaze while he thumbed open the button to his pants, his cock springing free with its last restraint removed.
Nathan fisted his cock, allowed himself the luxury of several long, teasing strokes before he gripped the base. Still keeping Toki captive with his eyes, the hand on the back of the Norwegian’s skull urged the guitarist forward until soft lips brushed against the head of his cock.
“Open up, little bunny.”
Wet heat surrounded his flesh as Toki steadily and easily took him in, throat working as he sought to capture every last bit of the singer. Nathan rewarded his efforts with a rumbling moan and stroked a fingertip gently over the smooth, taut skin around his mouth, the rougher texture of his mustache. He let Toki go to work, easing his other hand out of chestnut hair and up to teasingly rub the ends of the long ears perched on the Norwegian’s head. Supple black leather and sleek fur against his fingertips, warm gusts of breath irregularly huffed against his pubic bone, the searing brand of Toki’s tongue dancing over his balls and the furnace of his mouth around his cock – Dethklok’s front man let his eyes slip shut and savored the moment.
It was only the knowledge of what bliss lay hidden by the dark puffball of Toki’s bunny tail that allowed Nathan to snap his fingers a second time.
Pairing: Nathan/Toki
Let Ofdensen have his cats and his horses, Nathan thought, the corner of his mouth curling upward into the faintest of smirks. Rabbits were just fine for him.
He crooked a finger and waited expectantly for his unspoken command to be obeyed. Moving with alacrity, Toki was at his side in an instant and kneeling as soon as Nathan uncurled his palm and held it flatly parallel to the floor. The Norwegian was well trained and at least in this area Dethklok’s front man had to give his manager credit. Ofdensen had them thoroughly conditioned for this singular arena and that was a feat Nathan doubted any of the rest of them could have pulled off on their own. As much as it galled him, if Charles were to demand his obedience here, the singer knew he would comply. Thankfully he was busy with Skwisgaar’s usual rebellious nature and his ever-present ‘Catling,’ leaving Toki’s care entirely up to Nathan.
A snap of his fingers and the rhythm guitarist shuffled forward on his knees to bump his nose against Nathan’s crotch. Teeth found the vocalist’s zipper and tugged it down, hot breath washing through the newly opened gap to bathe his eager flesh. Nathan cupped the back of Toki’s head, fingers weaving through the fine chestnut hair and tugging lightly so that the Norwegian had to pull back and look up. His usual icy pale eyes were wide, pupils dilated and so very dark, and the tip of his tongue flickered out and over his top lip in what Nathan supposed was unconscious enticement. The front man held Toki’s gaze while he thumbed open the button to his pants, his cock springing free with its last restraint removed.
Nathan fisted his cock, allowed himself the luxury of several long, teasing strokes before he gripped the base. Still keeping Toki captive with his eyes, the hand on the back of the Norwegian’s skull urged the guitarist forward until soft lips brushed against the head of his cock.
“Open up, little bunny.”
Wet heat surrounded his flesh as Toki steadily and easily took him in, throat working as he sought to capture every last bit of the singer. Nathan rewarded his efforts with a rumbling moan and stroked a fingertip gently over the smooth, taut skin around his mouth, the rougher texture of his mustache. He let Toki go to work, easing his other hand out of chestnut hair and up to teasingly rub the ends of the long ears perched on the Norwegian’s head. Supple black leather and sleek fur against his fingertips, warm gusts of breath irregularly huffed against his pubic bone, the searing brand of Toki’s tongue dancing over his balls and the furnace of his mouth around his cock – Dethklok’s front man let his eyes slip shut and savored the moment.
It was only the knowledge of what bliss lay hidden by the dark puffball of Toki’s bunny tail that allowed Nathan to snap his fingers a second time.
![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
no subject
Date: 2007-07-27 02:13 pm (UTC)Let Ofdensen have his cats and his horses, Nathan thought, the corner of his mouth curling upward into the faintest of smirks. Rabbits were just fine for him.
Holy motherfucking gawd you win so hard and I can't watch this damn sexual harrassment video because I'm having these clit-melting visions of fur and leather and if you stop writing this now I will hurt someone I swear I will.
I have shivers. Shivers. I should have known better when I saw the prompt but I thought "no way she would" and I squeaked in front of my classmates but they didn't hear....
It was only the knowledge of what bliss lay hidden by the dark puffball of Toki’s bunny tail that allowed Nathan to snap his fingers a second time.
You crazy genius rainbow whore oh Em play play play here all you like, I love it so, and its sick and I don't know when I've spooged this badly in a comment but oh, EM.
I will anoint your feet in oil and bandage them for you; I will bring you offerings of Free-z Pops and Peppermint Schnopps, sings pslams of your glory to all and sundry. Five minutes later and still have goosebumps.
Bunny!Toki. Nathan, in leather, so gentle with his pet...huuuungh.