Kyouriki notes
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rincchiJust some notes I made while pondering on Kyouriki stuff to write:
Riki awoke to the smell of cooking.
riki and kyousuke eat pancakes together they are delicious butter and syrup mmm delicious pancakes so riki wakes up to kyousuke cooking pancakes and they have them together for breakfast simple enough
Have I ever written about Kyousuke erotically eating pocky? Maybe Riki joins in. Kyousuke and Riki eating pocky together, why not.
Do I ever think about anything other than food? But food is so good.
Kyousuke x Riki hurt/comfort fanfic? Who gets hurt and who does the comforting? I wonder. How does the hurt one get hurt in the first place? Good question.
pocky let's write about kyousuke and riki eating pocky together
Riki was reading a book. Maybe. Ugh, this is hopeless. He looked up at the sound of the door opening. Kyousuke walked into the room.
"Hey." Kyousuke waved a hand in greeting.
"Hey," Riki responded, setting the book aside. "What's up?" It was still early in the afternoon, usually everyone would come to hang out in the evening.
"Nothing much, I was just bored and thought I'd see what you were up to." Kyousuke sat on the bed next to him and pulled out a cardboard box from his jacket. "I've got some pocky."
"Uh huh."
Kyousuke opened the box up and withdrew a stick of pocky. What flavour? I dunno, let's just be boring and have it be chocolate.
Trying to bang out random scenes is hard, huh.
Kyousuke traced his fingers over Riki's bare chest, feeling the soft satin of his skin beneath the tips. Riki writhed beneath him, a smile gracing his lips.
Kyousuke looked into Riki's grey, brown I don't even know eyes. Brown? Right. Brown. I think. Brown-grey? Sigh. Anyway.
Riki half closed his eyes, a faint moan rumbling in his throat. Kyousuke lowered his head and pressed his lips against the side of Riki's neck, kissing him. Riki sighed and wriggled. Kyousuke ran his hands down Riki's squirming body.
Riki awoke to the smell of cooking.
riki and kyousuke eat pancakes together they are delicious butter and syrup mmm delicious pancakes so riki wakes up to kyousuke cooking pancakes and they have them together for breakfast simple enough
Have I ever written about Kyousuke erotically eating pocky? Maybe Riki joins in. Kyousuke and Riki eating pocky together, why not.
Do I ever think about anything other than food? But food is so good.
Kyousuke x Riki hurt/comfort fanfic? Who gets hurt and who does the comforting? I wonder. How does the hurt one get hurt in the first place? Good question.
pocky let's write about kyousuke and riki eating pocky together
Riki was reading a book. Maybe. Ugh, this is hopeless. He looked up at the sound of the door opening. Kyousuke walked into the room.
"Hey." Kyousuke waved a hand in greeting.
"Hey," Riki responded, setting the book aside. "What's up?" It was still early in the afternoon, usually everyone would come to hang out in the evening.
"Nothing much, I was just bored and thought I'd see what you were up to." Kyousuke sat on the bed next to him and pulled out a cardboard box from his jacket. "I've got some pocky."
"Uh huh."
Kyousuke opened the box up and withdrew a stick of pocky. What flavour? I dunno, let's just be boring and have it be chocolate.
Trying to bang out random scenes is hard, huh.
Kyousuke traced his fingers over Riki's bare chest, feeling the soft satin of his skin beneath the tips. Riki writhed beneath him, a smile gracing his lips.
Kyousuke looked into Riki's grey, brown I don't even know eyes. Brown? Right. Brown. I think. Brown-grey? Sigh. Anyway.
Riki half closed his eyes, a faint moan rumbling in his throat. Kyousuke lowered his head and pressed his lips against the side of Riki's neck, kissing him. Riki sighed and wriggled. Kyousuke ran his hands down Riki's squirming body.
