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flitswitch) wrote2023-12-29 09:15 pm
flitswitch) wrote2023-12-29 09:15 pm
fate/extra au - reversal
There's a book open in Jouhei's hands but he has no mind for it anymore, can't recite the last sentence he read if asked. Not for the first time, he finds himself realizing that having a small, personal kitchen built into his room was a mistake.
It's a lesson he should have learned the first time, back on the Far Side of the Moon, when he'd been so distracted by Archer in the kitchen that he'd gotten himself caught peeping. Chided for his ill manners even as Archer made sure he ate anyway, trying to pretend he was disappointed instead of embarrassed, like he wasn't ready to take flight exactly like the Crane. Since then, Archer has become more amenable to Jouhei watching his work - but Jouhei hasn't grown any less entranced or enamored by the sight.
Archer is softer in an apron. He hums and mutters to himself as he works, assured in his every movement, so aware of his space that he hardly needs to look up anymore to find whatever he needs at the moment. His footsteps are lighter, he radiates an uncomplicated pleasure through every second of prepping and cooking. It brings him a joy he can't hide, and Jouhei is helpless not to stare through it, smile hidden in his hand.
It's hard not to appreciate... other aspects, either.
Archer's long hair is tied up in a loose loop at the back of his head, sleeves rolled to his elbows showing off the flex of muscle as he grabs ingredients, as he chops and sections what he'll need later. Prepping now for Jouhei's dinner later, he'd said, always fastidious when he had a plan in mind. It's when Jouhei finds himself too focused on the nape of Archer's neck that he forces himself to look away, breathe slow to fight off the crackle of heat that snaps through him.
... it's not a crime to find Archer attractive. They've slept together in every sense, share kisses every morning, return to one another at the end of the day. But somehow the depth of Jouhei's attraction still embarrasses him now and then, something Archer seems to find endearing even as he's grown bolder in showing Jouhei his own ardor. Much less shy in kissing Jouhei breathless, holding him close and...
Jouhei shakes off the impending memory-fantasy, feels the heat in his face and realizes his eyes have landed back on Archer without his consent. Watches him, listens to the idle thoughts that flit acrosshis brain and forces himself to sit with them, because they're normal for the relationship he has:
I want to hold him. I want to kiss him. I want to make Archer blush, too.
Finds himself thinking of the last time they were in the bath together, flushing hotter... and letting sudden determination push him to his feet, crossing the room on near-silent feet to wrap his arms around Archer's back.
Despite his greater power, his broader build, Archer stops and chuckles warm and fond. The smile clear in his voice as he teases, "Is there something I can help you with?"
Jouhei hums a negative. Squeezes Archer's middle to hear him laugh again.
"Much as your clinging is cute, I do need to finish this up, Master. If you could let me go - "
As Archer speaks, Jouhei bites his lip. Gathers his resolve - and slips his hands under Archer's apron, settles them on Archer's pecs to squeeze through his shirt.
Archer starts against him, voice pitched high in surprise in a way Jouhei can't recall hearing before. "Wh - Master?!"
The bath was hot and hazy, hard to breathe even without kissing being a factor, but Jouhei couldn't get enough. Put his hands on Archer's chest for leverage to lean up, chase his mouth, barely catching the way the touch made Archer's breath stutter -
He tries to turn. Jouhei squeezes again and feels Archer shiver, hears the short, cut-off sound that sneaks out of him. Wishes he were taller so he could peer over Archer's shoulder and see his face, whisper in his ear; settles for pressing himself tight to Archer's back and wondering if he can somehow feel the thundering of Jouhei's heart.
"Archer," Jouhei whispers, fingers massaging into skin and muscle. Archer hasn't made another attempt to turn; Jouhei can't let up lest he rally back and overtake him. "You've been working hard. You deserve a reward."
Much to Jouhei's chagrin, Archer's response is a laugh; to his delight, it sounds like Archer has to choke it out, short but nowhere near as dry as it should be. "Hah, I knew being around Saber would be... bad for you. Or, no, did you - "
As stiff as they are, poking Jouhei's palms, it's easy for him to find and pinch one of Archer's nipples. Archer cuts off with a yelp, taking them both off guard; there's an apology on Jouhei's tongue before he registers Archer's shiver, the quickened pace of his breathing.
Jouhei swallows the apology. Rallies back, fighting down his embarrassment, his uncertainty. "I didn't need any other inspiration besides you."
And Archer shivers again - no, stronger, a shudder this time, a quiet moan sneaking out as Jouhei plays with his chest. His head is bowed, hands braced on the counter instead of trying to fight Jouhei off, but still he attempts an argument. "I need to - "
"It's prepwork."
"I still - "
"It can wait."
Archer groans, a thorny tangle of frustration, exasperation and pleasure as Jouhei's thumb rolls slow over his nipple. Sucks in a breath to respond, voice rough, "You get so stubborn over... the strangest things."
Jouhei smiles into his back, squeezing his arms around Archer. "It's not strange to spoil my Servant."
Archer falls silent. Takes in a deep breath, chest rising under Jouhei's hands, before deflating with the shaking exhale.
"Master."
It comes out so quiet that Jouhei nearly misses it entirely. Bleeding with enough emotion to make Jouhei's heart clench. Closes his eyes and indulges in having Archer in his arms, warm and soft in a way he rarely lets himself be outside of their shared bedroom, feeling them breathe together - then presses a kiss over the curve of his spine and gets back to work.
Jouhei slides his hands down, feels Archer's stomach tremble under his touch - too nervous to reach below the belt yet, slips them under Archer's shirt and back up instead. Settles back at Archer's chest, the barrier of fabric between them and Archer's chest removed, and stops breathing when Archer presses into his grip in silent assent. Has to bite his lip, feels like a livewire, like he's going to vibrate out of his own skin as he squeezes and hears Archer moan soft in response.
His skin is so hot under Jouhei's hands. His heart pounds when Jouhei presses down against his sternum. And - Jouhei wishes he was taller. Wants to kiss Archer's neck, nip at his ear. Wants to turn his head and swallow every noise he makes, like he does so often to Jouhei. Can only press his face between Archer's shoulders, feel how hot his own face is when pressed into the fabric of Archer's shirt. Listens, instead, as Archer's noises increase in volume the longer Jouhei plays with his chest, allowing himself the pleasure Jouhei wants to give him. Jouhei's caught on every moan and whine that leaves his Servant, addicted to the fact that -
I'm doing this. I'm doing this to him.
His ever-adaptable Servant who prides himself on service, his ever-dependable Archer of broad shoulders and strong back. Letting himself fall apart, trusting Jouhei to hold all the pieces of him until he's ready to pull back together.
He pulls and pinches Archer's nipples, shudders at the short whimper his Servant gives. Focuses his assault there, teasing the sensitive peaks to get Archer to squirm and gasp until the chorus is broken, words forcing their way out.
Just a, "Master," at first, breathy and desperate, then louder, a faint, frantic note threading its way in, "J-Jouhei, wait - "
But Jouhei's in the middle of rolling his nipples in his fingers, and by the time he stops it's already too late. Archer slumps against the counter with a choked sound, whole body trembling. When Jouhei tries to pull his hands away, Archer catches one of them, pins it to his chest until Jouhei chances another squeeze of the heaving flesh; his head spins with possibility even as his hand works Archer's pec until his shivering subsides, until he pushes Jouhei's hand away instead of keeping it close.
Jouhei takes two steps back to give them both the space to breathe. Looks at the shape of his Servant, hunched over the counter, hair coming loose of its tie, and swallows twice before his tongue remembers how to function.
"Archer... did you - "
"Jouhei."
He's still slouched over the counter but Archer's voice is low and firm now. Just the call of his name makes Jouhei freeze, mouth snapping shut, spine stiffening with foreboding. All he can do is watch as Archer pushes himself up and turns, revealing his flushed face, darkened eyes, and an intent stare that pins Jouhei where he stands.
"I admit, you pulled a fast one on me." A curve too sharp to be called a smile slices across Archer's face. "But surely you didn't think that'd be the end of things, did you?"
"Ah - "
Any defense or argument Jouhei could possibly piece together is stopped by the hot, heavy press of Archer's mouth against his. But it can't stop the quiet whine that crawls up his throat, has Archer chuckling when he pulls back to let Jouhei breathe, the apron already sliding off his shoulders.
"You're right. The prepwork can wait." And Jouhei's gasping, the floor pulled from under his feet without warning as Archer scoops him into his arms, leaving the apron pooled on the floor in an uncharacteristic display of carelessness. "It seems my Master is in need of some retribution."
Jouhei's helpless to do anything but hide his hot face in Archer's shoulder, letting the sound of his laughter wash over him as Archer carries him back to their bed.
It's a lesson he should have learned the first time, back on the Far Side of the Moon, when he'd been so distracted by Archer in the kitchen that he'd gotten himself caught peeping. Chided for his ill manners even as Archer made sure he ate anyway, trying to pretend he was disappointed instead of embarrassed, like he wasn't ready to take flight exactly like the Crane. Since then, Archer has become more amenable to Jouhei watching his work - but Jouhei hasn't grown any less entranced or enamored by the sight.
Archer is softer in an apron. He hums and mutters to himself as he works, assured in his every movement, so aware of his space that he hardly needs to look up anymore to find whatever he needs at the moment. His footsteps are lighter, he radiates an uncomplicated pleasure through every second of prepping and cooking. It brings him a joy he can't hide, and Jouhei is helpless not to stare through it, smile hidden in his hand.
It's hard not to appreciate... other aspects, either.
Archer's long hair is tied up in a loose loop at the back of his head, sleeves rolled to his elbows showing off the flex of muscle as he grabs ingredients, as he chops and sections what he'll need later. Prepping now for Jouhei's dinner later, he'd said, always fastidious when he had a plan in mind. It's when Jouhei finds himself too focused on the nape of Archer's neck that he forces himself to look away, breathe slow to fight off the crackle of heat that snaps through him.
... it's not a crime to find Archer attractive. They've slept together in every sense, share kisses every morning, return to one another at the end of the day. But somehow the depth of Jouhei's attraction still embarrasses him now and then, something Archer seems to find endearing even as he's grown bolder in showing Jouhei his own ardor. Much less shy in kissing Jouhei breathless, holding him close and...
Jouhei shakes off the impending memory-fantasy, feels the heat in his face and realizes his eyes have landed back on Archer without his consent. Watches him, listens to the idle thoughts that flit acrosshis brain and forces himself to sit with them, because they're normal for the relationship he has:
I want to hold him. I want to kiss him. I want to make Archer blush, too.
Finds himself thinking of the last time they were in the bath together, flushing hotter... and letting sudden determination push him to his feet, crossing the room on near-silent feet to wrap his arms around Archer's back.
Despite his greater power, his broader build, Archer stops and chuckles warm and fond. The smile clear in his voice as he teases, "Is there something I can help you with?"
Jouhei hums a negative. Squeezes Archer's middle to hear him laugh again.
"Much as your clinging is cute, I do need to finish this up, Master. If you could let me go - "
As Archer speaks, Jouhei bites his lip. Gathers his resolve - and slips his hands under Archer's apron, settles them on Archer's pecs to squeeze through his shirt.
Archer starts against him, voice pitched high in surprise in a way Jouhei can't recall hearing before. "Wh - Master?!"
The bath was hot and hazy, hard to breathe even without kissing being a factor, but Jouhei couldn't get enough. Put his hands on Archer's chest for leverage to lean up, chase his mouth, barely catching the way the touch made Archer's breath stutter -
He tries to turn. Jouhei squeezes again and feels Archer shiver, hears the short, cut-off sound that sneaks out of him. Wishes he were taller so he could peer over Archer's shoulder and see his face, whisper in his ear; settles for pressing himself tight to Archer's back and wondering if he can somehow feel the thundering of Jouhei's heart.
"Archer," Jouhei whispers, fingers massaging into skin and muscle. Archer hasn't made another attempt to turn; Jouhei can't let up lest he rally back and overtake him. "You've been working hard. You deserve a reward."
Much to Jouhei's chagrin, Archer's response is a laugh; to his delight, it sounds like Archer has to choke it out, short but nowhere near as dry as it should be. "Hah, I knew being around Saber would be... bad for you. Or, no, did you - "
As stiff as they are, poking Jouhei's palms, it's easy for him to find and pinch one of Archer's nipples. Archer cuts off with a yelp, taking them both off guard; there's an apology on Jouhei's tongue before he registers Archer's shiver, the quickened pace of his breathing.
Jouhei swallows the apology. Rallies back, fighting down his embarrassment, his uncertainty. "I didn't need any other inspiration besides you."
And Archer shivers again - no, stronger, a shudder this time, a quiet moan sneaking out as Jouhei plays with his chest. His head is bowed, hands braced on the counter instead of trying to fight Jouhei off, but still he attempts an argument. "I need to - "
"It's prepwork."
"I still - "
"It can wait."
Archer groans, a thorny tangle of frustration, exasperation and pleasure as Jouhei's thumb rolls slow over his nipple. Sucks in a breath to respond, voice rough, "You get so stubborn over... the strangest things."
Jouhei smiles into his back, squeezing his arms around Archer. "It's not strange to spoil my Servant."
Archer falls silent. Takes in a deep breath, chest rising under Jouhei's hands, before deflating with the shaking exhale.
"Master."
It comes out so quiet that Jouhei nearly misses it entirely. Bleeding with enough emotion to make Jouhei's heart clench. Closes his eyes and indulges in having Archer in his arms, warm and soft in a way he rarely lets himself be outside of their shared bedroom, feeling them breathe together - then presses a kiss over the curve of his spine and gets back to work.
Jouhei slides his hands down, feels Archer's stomach tremble under his touch - too nervous to reach below the belt yet, slips them under Archer's shirt and back up instead. Settles back at Archer's chest, the barrier of fabric between them and Archer's chest removed, and stops breathing when Archer presses into his grip in silent assent. Has to bite his lip, feels like a livewire, like he's going to vibrate out of his own skin as he squeezes and hears Archer moan soft in response.
His skin is so hot under Jouhei's hands. His heart pounds when Jouhei presses down against his sternum. And - Jouhei wishes he was taller. Wants to kiss Archer's neck, nip at his ear. Wants to turn his head and swallow every noise he makes, like he does so often to Jouhei. Can only press his face between Archer's shoulders, feel how hot his own face is when pressed into the fabric of Archer's shirt. Listens, instead, as Archer's noises increase in volume the longer Jouhei plays with his chest, allowing himself the pleasure Jouhei wants to give him. Jouhei's caught on every moan and whine that leaves his Servant, addicted to the fact that -
I'm doing this. I'm doing this to him.
His ever-adaptable Servant who prides himself on service, his ever-dependable Archer of broad shoulders and strong back. Letting himself fall apart, trusting Jouhei to hold all the pieces of him until he's ready to pull back together.
He pulls and pinches Archer's nipples, shudders at the short whimper his Servant gives. Focuses his assault there, teasing the sensitive peaks to get Archer to squirm and gasp until the chorus is broken, words forcing their way out.
Just a, "Master," at first, breathy and desperate, then louder, a faint, frantic note threading its way in, "J-Jouhei, wait - "
But Jouhei's in the middle of rolling his nipples in his fingers, and by the time he stops it's already too late. Archer slumps against the counter with a choked sound, whole body trembling. When Jouhei tries to pull his hands away, Archer catches one of them, pins it to his chest until Jouhei chances another squeeze of the heaving flesh; his head spins with possibility even as his hand works Archer's pec until his shivering subsides, until he pushes Jouhei's hand away instead of keeping it close.
Jouhei takes two steps back to give them both the space to breathe. Looks at the shape of his Servant, hunched over the counter, hair coming loose of its tie, and swallows twice before his tongue remembers how to function.
"Archer... did you - "
"Jouhei."
He's still slouched over the counter but Archer's voice is low and firm now. Just the call of his name makes Jouhei freeze, mouth snapping shut, spine stiffening with foreboding. All he can do is watch as Archer pushes himself up and turns, revealing his flushed face, darkened eyes, and an intent stare that pins Jouhei where he stands.
"I admit, you pulled a fast one on me." A curve too sharp to be called a smile slices across Archer's face. "But surely you didn't think that'd be the end of things, did you?"
"Ah - "
Any defense or argument Jouhei could possibly piece together is stopped by the hot, heavy press of Archer's mouth against his. But it can't stop the quiet whine that crawls up his throat, has Archer chuckling when he pulls back to let Jouhei breathe, the apron already sliding off his shoulders.
"You're right. The prepwork can wait." And Jouhei's gasping, the floor pulled from under his feet without warning as Archer scoops him into his arms, leaving the apron pooled on the floor in an uncharacteristic display of carelessness. "It seems my Master is in need of some retribution."
Jouhei's helpless to do anything but hide his hot face in Archer's shoulder, letting the sound of his laughter wash over him as Archer carries him back to their bed.