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kdoto · 2 years

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Favorite pairings thing from twitter a while ago

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timetoddddavis · 1 year

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For your friday, a quick doodle with some barely there smut.

Kamen Rider Black, Taki and Kotaro. A little smoking, a little gentle domination, a little praise kink.

The kid could use a break.

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Taki’s hotel room was the nicest place Kotaro had ever been that hadn’t turned out to be a Golgom trap, and it made him itchy. He knew it was safe, because Taki was safe, but just looking at the fabric on the couch made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up.

Taki poured himself a drink, and looked at Kotaro for a long moment before ordering him a coffee and a handful of sodas from room service. He lit himself a cigarette and sat in one of the chairs, and they talked about Nobuhiko, their shared memories, the little stories the other didn’t know. They caught up, like old friends might. Kotaro welcomed the distraction, and drank his coffee, and he smiled more than he thought he had in a long time.

It was hard to put his finger on it, but he thought, looking at Taki with his drink and his cigarette in the same hand as he gestured minutely to emphasize a story that Kotaro might not have believed from anyone else, that Taki didn’t need him. He was fine on his own. Taki wasn’t even from here, he thought, and there was power in that, somehow. There was power in that when morning came, Taki would be gone on another adventure. Gone, and in his own kind of danger, but still safe.

Later, they were not talking about Nobuhiko, or anything of the sort, and Kotaro wasn’t really surprised. Taki’s drink was down to ice, and he said something about it being late, and that he’d like to get more comfortable, and when he slipped back into the room it was in a robe as lavish as the hotel room, and he was lighting another cigarette, and he was sitting on the couch next to Kotaro with his legs crossed.

Kotaro wasn’t stupid. He wasn’t stupid, and Taki didn’t need him to protect him, or for anything else. And Kotaro felt safer in a still-somewhat-strange man’s overly expensive hotel room than he had in his own home for months.

“I’m not human anymore,” Kotaro said, seriously.

The corner of Taki’s mouth twitched.

“That doesn’t scare me.”

Some time later, as he was flicking ash into the tray beside Kotaro’s elbow, Taki, his robe around his elbows, his voice deep and authoritative behind Kotaro, said:

“You’re doing so good, baby boy.”

Kotaro melted further into the bed, pushed down by the gentle, grounding hand in the middle of his back. He let the words sink into him, pour over him. He let Taki’s relentless pounding stamp the sentiment deep in his core. He was doing good. He was good.

#the fic is coming from inside the house #kamen rider black #short #minami kotaro #taki ryusuke #leaving this in the tags but I been feelin some kinda way lately #like even when I write something I get all eugh augh about sharing or posting it at all #a different flavor of my depression #trying to shake some rust off here #kotaro why does taki call you babygirl

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ginkashino · 2 years

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