Shigure felt a chill run down his spine as Hatori’s hands trailed his lower body, keenly but lazily exploring. It put Shigure on edge, where would they end up? Where did they want to go, where did he want them to go? He could feel that twitch in his hip but restrained it. Hatori’s last question caused Shigure’s breath to hitch in his throat before he chuckled it out. “Getting warmer~” he purred, nuzzling back up against Hatori’s side before looking back up with glistening dark chocolate eyes.
⊰ ♞ ⊱ —— It was almost infuriating how easily Shigure was able to rile Hatori up like this; a well-timed slow blink, a keen or two- perhaps even a purr, a roll of his hips and an arch of that back, and the dragon was wrapped around his finger and begging for more. Yes, it was entirely frustrating. The canine knew exactly what he was doing; after all, not a single movement made by Shigure Sohma was not calculated and deliberate.
He knew what he was doing.
“I… I see,” Hatori murmured, clearing his throat in a last-ditch effort get his wits about him. Perhaps I should… Fingers dropped even lower now, venturing into uncharted, dangerous territory. Ghosting over the band of his boxers, Hatori did what he could to avert his gaze elsewhere. “Still getting warmer, Shigure?” The physician was about ninety percent sure that this was a challenge issued by the dog, and Hatori was not planning on losing.
Shigure could have sworn the world had stopped spinning. Everything had slowed to a halt, and for a moment he couldn’t process any of it. As if his mind shut down so it could recover from the shock, this explained so much– much more than he could have ever imagined. A proposal, from Hatori. A public commitment, until the very end. Everything seemed to have turned on its head. Had Hatori really developed such deep feelings, even after all his trauma, Shigure remembered that day at the lake house, the day he could see the resolve for himself, when he saw and heard Hatori rise above. Above all his pain, leaving his troubles behind him, far, far behind.
That alone was all he had needed. To know that Hatori could finally look forward.
All his love for Hatori would have been satisfied just knowing that, everything he had gotten since then, the time and affection, he deserved none of it but relished in all of it. He wanted Hatori more than anything, every moment together was priceless, every moment he got to look at Hatori’s face, hold his hand, Shigure cherished all of it, though he may not have the best way of showing it most of the time. He stared at the ring for what seemed like hours, picturing himself wearing it for the rest of his life. The image caused a breath to escape him, to have and to hold Hatori for the rest of their lives; how could he have ever doubted him?
Shigure swallowed in attempt to push the knot in his throat down, he rubbed his eyes, they didn’t need to be red before they had dinner. He took the ring out of its box and looked it over, it was almost as if it were made for him. Shigure wondered for a moment if it was, perhaps, but that wasn’t important right now. Hatori was still waiting for an answer, he even said it was alright for Shigure to say no– which was ludicrous. Shigure knew his answer, but how did you relay a response to such a question?
Shigure didn’t even realize he was crying.
But what else came to his attention, was that he knew that Hatori didn’t feel the need to ask permission. Shigure held the ring in his hand closest to the car door, and with the other he reached over to place on Hatori’s leg, just to give himself some stability. The silence was unbearable, choking even, each time he went to open his mouth nothing came out– his grip on Hatori only tightened. He analyzed every word Hatori chose, wanting to keep it in his mind for eternity and never let them fade into a memory.
“All I could ever ask for is to be with you, for the rest of time.”
⊰ ♞ ⊱ —— The dragon paled a bit as Shigure answered; had the dog truly said yes? Hatori wasn’t sure what to expect- he hadn’t pinned Shigure has the committed type, but if there was anything the dog might’ve wanted to solidify, he hoped it would be this. They had been building and cultivating this relationship of theirs for years now. Born only months apart, they had been together since birth. Hatori had not a single second in his life that Shigure wasn’t present for. It was a terrifying thought, truly, how dependent he had become on the canine. Shigure was the only steady thing in his entire life.
Hatori’s trembling hands closed the black box, allowing Shigure to hold onto the ring. It was his responsibility now, and Hatori trusted him completely. Much like his little personal library of books, Shigure took care of the things he cared the most about- everything else was irrelevant. Like a dog with a toy, he’d guard it with his life.
It then that Hatori chuckled. A throaty laugh, one he never deigned for others to hear- in fact, he wasn’t sure if he’d ever let his facade drop this much, even around his companion and lover. It was like he was drunk, and perhaps he was… Just entirely intoxicated on the high of an accepted proposal. Hatori hid his face in his hands, just completely jovial over this entire ordeal. This had gone better than expected- what more could Hatori ask for?
It took a few moments for him to get himself together again, but once he did, he turned his feldgrau gaze back onto the novelist. There was the ghost of a smile found there on his lips, and the dragon didn’t wish to spoil this moment with words. Instead, he unbuckled his seat-belt and carefully leaned over the center console, and using his fingers to grasp Shigure’s chin. Their lips met and Hatori leaned in closer, a desperate attempt to deepen the kiss with his now-fiance. Long, deft fingers stroked the dog’s cheek affectionately, hoping he understood how truly happy the dragon was right in that very moment.
“You never cease to surprise, love, I would have never guessed that was to your taste as you tend to get– light headed when I experiment. My mouth is always ready to welcome whatever decision you come to~”
⊰ ♞ ⊱ ——
Hatori cleared his throat, his grey gaze quickly shifting towards the right. Anything to avoid Shigure’s own darkened hues. “My lightheaded-ness is only induced when the blood isn’t sure where to rush. My head, or my…” Oh, this was excruciating. Absolutely mortifying. “Either way,” Hatori interjected, cutting himself off before that sentence was able to be completed. “The muzzle isinteresting, and while I do fancy the idea of getting you to be quiet every once in awhile…”
Hatori took a brief moment to lean in, gently pecking the canine on the lips. A sweet, quick little show of affection, before he leaned back. “However, the negatives out-weigh the positives. I would not be able to do that when you are wearing that contraption. Yes, I vote that the muzzle should be used only sparingly.”
No one would ever understand the way Shigure felt when his belly was rubbed, like a young pup he was instantly subdued. The way the activity tickled the chemicals in his brain, it felt so natural, soothing, like he’d just fall asleep on a whim. And Hatori had always been the best at it, excluding Shigure’s mother of course. Hari was the only other person who would endulge Shigure in this manner. “Perfect.” the answer was almost a sigh as his eyes fluttered shut, “You’re getting better and better each time~”
⊰ ♞ ⊱ —— “Does it?” Hatori asked, no louder than a murmur as he continued his slow, circular motions just below the pup’s navel. Carefully, the dragon inched his long fingers a bit lower, suddenly quite keen on finding that special little spot that would get the canine’s leg twitching out of sheer pleasure. “And if I were to rub here?” Hatori asked innocently, putting the ever so slightest amount of pressure just under one of Shigure’s hipbones, his thumb tracing idle shapes. “What about there, Shigure?”
Had this mopey sketch of Shii and thought to upload it as I haven’t uploaded art in a while. I need to get better at actually finishing sketches of him as I have so many ;-;
This is how he looks when he wakes up in the morning cx
Hatori has an incredibly attractive (albeit sleepy) boyfriend.
Shigure laid across Hatori’s lap, on his back, looking up with bright chocolate eyes. His signature grin on full display across his features. “No, my stomach is fine,” he nosed up Hatori’s side like a pup seeking affection, Hari’s cologne was as strong as ever, familiar and comforting, something he had grown very fond of ever since the doctor started wearing it “Just for a little bit, then you can get back to work!”
⊰ ♞ ⊱ —— Hatori sighed, his ever-hard expression softening as he felt Shigure nuzzling his nose into his side. It almost tickled, enough to make the dragon squirm, just as he always did when Shigure played around like this. Hatori groaned; pausing for a moment to express his sheer displeasure at the situation, but even so, it was only fleeting as his hand reach down and and moved to rest on the pup’s tummy. Slowly, he began rubbing in a circular motion, grey gaze now meeting the novelist’s own dark hues. “How is that?” Hatori asked softly, his words just as gentle as his ministrations. “How does that feel?”
Shigure’s head hung, the scowl on his face tensed before it slowly fell away. That anger, that rage, one again Hatori stepped and was the better person. What did Shigure want? How could he make this feeling go away? His hands were shaking too much to hold their grip on Hatori’s neck, he felt the tenderness Hatori’s hand held on his arm, he loved his hands. Even now, they made him feel secure, safe, like nothing could ever hurt him. He just wanted them to hold him. Why, why would Hatori make him feel this way… It was torturous.
Why are you sorry?
What did you do wrong?
Shigure had never felt such fault, felt so low. He had done some deplorable things but this was what made him feel the worst. He felt sick, so sick to the very pit of his stomach. All Hatori had ever done was stick beside him, through the good and the bad– how had Shigure gotten to this point? He couldn’t even feel regret he was just angry and he didn’t know why. Hatori was his friend, his best friend ever since they were children and all through out their years. Within all that, all the envy and emotion Hatori had evoked, there were ups and downs but Hatori would never waver, he got tough when he needed to be– when no one else would. Why did Shigure feel like this when there was no point, no reason.
“Why?”
Don’t apologize to me. I don’t deserve it. Shigure didn’t want sympathy, he didn’t want pity. He wanted to be confident, assured that everything he had worked to gain wasn’t for nothing; a solidified unquestionable ground on which to place all his hopes, where he’d never have to question or wonder. He was utterly disgusted that he even felt this way; of all people it should be Hatori, he should be the one person all his faith could go into. He loved Hatori, that was why he was in so much pain. He never forgot that.
He reached to touch Hatori’s fingers on his arm but hesitated, perhaps that wasn’t what was best. It was over now. There was no way Hatori would forgive, Shigure had protected him that day, and look at him now. Betrayed. Shigure would never forgive himself for this, however it ended.
“What could you possibly be sorry for?”
Shigure would keep fighting, maybe, just maybe if he did he would wake up from this nightmare, and maybe Hatori would be waiting. Shigure’s life and sanity now rested on a bitterly empty ‘maybe’.
⊰ ♞ ⊱ —— Hatori gasped, his back arching off the ground as he struggled to breath. The dog’s fingers only tightened, restricting his airways and he was beginning to feel light-headed. This was sure to be the end; this was sure to be the moment in which the dragon would finally perish and leave this miserable existence. As soon as he began to lose consciousness, it was then that the grip loosened.
Grey eyes tried to flutter open, but his eyelids were suddenly much too heavy. He could not open them even if he were to try. In his hazy, foggy state- he could hear the hound. His voice gritty, bitter… Perhaps even wounded as he begged to know why he was apologizing to him in these final moments. Hatori’s chapped lips parted just ever so slightly, sharply inhaling and taking a breath before struggle to give a reply.
“Because… Because, Shigure, I should’ve listened,” Hatori croaked, his voice rasping in an attempt to speak. “You were right, you’ve always been right. I should’ve… I should have listened. I should have protected you. You’ve been hurting for so long, but I’ve been selfish. I’ve been so selfish… I focused only on myself. I’ve been such a fool…”
There was a tear or two rolling down his cheek now; only from his good eye. The left one had lost the ability to tear-up long ago. Only his good eye could weep so pathetically as he lay under the dog, his full weight on his chest. There was blood in his mouth, on his tongue, the thick, metallic taste being the only stimulation of his senses currently- the last sensation he could hold onto to stay in this reality; in truth, his body was hot, on fire- and tingling. The physician could’ve sworn he was floating.
It was the lack of oxygen. That’s all.
“I should have protect you. You’ve always protected me. Shigure, I… I’m so sorry. I should have seen how much you were hurting. I’ve been selfish. So, so selfish… Please…”
Hatori is that guy who goes to buffets and pretends he’s mute so he doesn’t have to tell the chef carving the prime rib that that is what he wants. He just silently points at things and expects people to get it.
Vincilagnia: I’ll write my/your character being tied up by your/my character sexually. Ablutophilia: I’ll write our characters making love in a bath or shower
⊰ ♞ ⊱ ——“Why the long face, Ha’ri? I was only teasing!” Shigure proclaimed, arms crossed over his chest as he sat across from his lover in their spacious bathtub. Perhaps Shigure should’ve kept a censor on himself, but he thought poking fun at Hatori’s new tie would be amusing. Clearly, he was wrong.
Hatori scowled, grey gaze no longer meeting the canine’s dark hues, instead, they were turned towards the tie that lay next to the bath in a discarded pile with the rest of their clothing. After undressing one another, they climbed into the scalding hot water together (Shigure’s preference, of course) and bathed each other.
However, Shigure just had to make a rude remark. He just had to then give Hatori those puppy dog eyes in place of an apology or begging for forgiveness. What perhaps stung the most, was that Hatori knew Shigure was right. That tie: the offensive purple hue of it was… Tacky. He hadn’t purchased it himself, it had been a gift from one of the younger cousins a Christmas or two ago. However, with all of his clothing at the dry cleaners, the purple atrocity was all that he had left.
“Come on, Ha’ri, don’t give me that look. Tell me you adore me! Go on then- stroke my ego,” Shigure purred, batting dark, thick eyelashes over his heavily lidded gaze. Play his cards right and Hatori may do more than forgive him. This was game: one the dog happened to be an expert at. The dragon was easy to understand, and easy to manipulate. You just had to play the game. “Ha’ri…”
Hatori’s feldgrau orbs narrowed, before leaning down a bit and grabbing the offending tie off the floor. It was trash anyway; water would surely ruin the fine silk fabric, not that he cared one way or another.
I’m not going to stroke that massive ego of yours, Shigure. However, I will stroke…
The tie was wrapped around Shigure’s wet wrists, binding them together for the time being. This gave the dragon ample opportunity to touch without Shigure stealing the show. He was caged, leashed– for all intents and purposes. Utterly perfect.
Hatori closed in on his prey, one strong hand resting on the mutt’s shoulder, while his other wrapped around the base of Shigure’s erection. It wasn’t a surprise to find that the dog had already grown aroused at the touch, perhaps his arousal began once his wrists were bound. Shigure always was a sucker for masochism.
Hatori moved his hand slowly, long, languid pumps as his gaze never left his partner. “How do you like the tie now?” Hatori whispered, his monotone inquiry rhetorical and not at all expecting a reply.
Shigure’s eyes shut, a smirk dancing across his lips as the corners curled upwards. “This is a much more suitable use for such a revolting piece of clothing,” he cooed, skilled hips rolling up into Hatori’s fist. The anticipation was nice, but Shigure was never one to wait. He only liked delaying pleasure when it was the dragon on the receiving end. “I’m being a good boy, aren’t I? I haven’t even struggled against my restraints- not even once. Why don’t you reward me by giving more than these maddeningly slow strokes?”
Hatori hummed thoughtfully, flicking his gaze downwards long enough to watch his partner thrust up into hand. Truly, Shigure was infuriating. “Fine. Only because you asked so sweetly.”
He removed his hand, and there was a shift in positions. While Shigure was sitting in the bathtub and leaning back against the tiled wall, Hatori eased himself into the mutt’s lap. His kept one hand on the novelist’s shoulder to steady himself, awhile the one had disappeared between them, lining the erection of his lover with his entrance. A bit of play earlier in the bath had prepped him enough for this, otherwise, the doctor wouldn’t have even entertained the idea.
Easing himself down, his eyes fluttered open just in time to see the dog with his gaze trained on him rather intently, seemingly amused to watch Hatori lower himself on him. “Shut up,” Hatori muttered, a tad bit childishly. If it were possible for him, his body would’ve flushed a bright crimson. Unfortunately, he’d grown far too used to Shigure’s voyeuristic tendencies to truly be mortified by his watching on in wonderment.
A quiet groaned left Hatori as he met with the hilt of his lover, fully sheathed inside him now. He held still, trying to grow accustomed to the girth inside him, though in true canine-fashion, the dog was already wriggling his hips upwards and looking for some type of stimulation. He had no desire to wait until Hatori was stretched adequately, he’d much rather focus on his own pleasure at the moment.
Hatori sighed, well- he tried to sigh, but when Shigure’s hip jerked upwards and hit that ever so wonderful spot inside him, the sigh turned into a sharp intake of breath. “Patience is a virtue,” Hatori mumbled, his breath and words wavering to contain the pleasured mewls threatening to leave his throat. He didn’t want to give Shigure the satisfaction.
Ever so slowly, the dragon began riding him. Hips moving up and down, steadying himself on his shoulders as he rode him. The bath water around them churned, enough to splash over the edge. For a fleeting moment, Hatori was concerned about the mess, but another well-timed upwards thrust into his prostate erased any and all concern from his mind- not unlike his own memory suppression technique. Perhaps Shigure had that special little skill as well…
Hatori was seeing white.
Grey eyes closed tightly, head hung as he allowed his bangs to fall into his face. He didn’t want Shigure to see him; not like this, not wanton and coming more and more unhinged by every stroke, every soft sigh. “Harder,” Hatori demanded, ever the fussy one when he was to bottom for Shigure. “Harder, ‘Gure. Faster. Now.”
“Bossy, bossy,” Shigure grinned, though he readily complied. As he couldn’t use his hands, Shigure instead decided to use his mouth. Smirk still plastered across his lips, he put them to work by peppering affectionate kisses all along Hatori’s chest, giving a teasing bite or two when he deemed it necessary. His own orgasm was fast-approaching, the impending release only amplified by his current restraints. The dog groaned, tilting his head back as he always did upon climax, and he was pleased to feel Hatori respond merely by speeding up.
Hatori could feel the warmth fill him as Shigure found euphoria, and the dragon wasn’t far behind him. Another few rolls of his own hips and he was spilling himself on Shigure’s stomach, dribbling out onto the dog’s bound hands… Yes, if the water hadn’t ruined the tie before, it was certainly stained and ruined now.
The air between them went stagnant; the water slowly stilling as Hatori twitched a bit, nothing but soft pants between them. It was a cocky little chuckle that sliced through the comfortable silence, and Hatori peeked up at the dog through his thick, and now sweaty, bangs.
“If that is what you consider to be punishment, perhaps I should act out more often, Ha’ri.”
//And finally after some time of secrecy these two unveil their costumes! Shigure as the king of Kaijus with his very handsome skyscraper fiance! My wife @hatori-sohma and I have been very excited about their couple’s costumes and since Halloween is tomorrow we decided to finally reveal them after keeping them a secret! These two boys are quite excited to spend their first holiday together as a couple as are we! They are very special to us and I know that Halloween is Sydney’s favorite holiday so I wanted to do something special for them and we both thought this would be perfect ❤
So a happy early Halloween to everyone from all of us! Be sure to be safe wherever you’re planning on going and to eat your candy responsibly 😉
Yay! I’m so excited to finally show you guys Hatori’s Halloween costume; my lovely wife is filled with endless amounts of talent and potential, and she was able to draw our baby boys in their costumes this year! They went as a matching set:
Godzilla, and an unsuspecting skyscraper!
Of course, I need not explain why they chose these outfits, other than Shigure is literally a dinosaur in the flesh, and Hatori is as tall as skyscraper. You can guarantee that Shigure took full advantage of this, and toppled Hatori over every chance he got.
A Grumpy Little Dragon 