Cutest Smut

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CUTEST SMUT Smut is great. And, to go hand in hand, kink is good. Angst is good, romance is good, sexy sexy sexy is grand, the whole nine yards. Some days, though, you just want to play adorable smut - where "cute" wins out over smoldering sexiness - and nothing else will scratch the itch. Whether it be a first time, canoodling between lovers, an awkward rendezvous, friends to more, someone learning the ropes, an attempt at showing true feelings, amusing "messing around," or anything your mind can come up with, the only rule is that things must be absolutely cute...at face value or in a twisted way. Character, preferences, etc. You can also mention if you want to actually write the smut or if you'd rather FTB. Reply and thread, my lovelies!

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[youngdragon]

[ It had not been entirely empty when Zhao Yun left, but those present were mostly loitering about preparing to leave. He would not be surprised to find them all gone once he returned. ]

You won't be able to continue drawing if you ruin your fingers.

[ It's not... exactly concern. Well, it is, but he wouldn't say so. He has noticed that Haru likes to draw. ]

[tinypebble]

...Fine.

[ He doesn't want to ruin his fingers. If he can't draw, he doesn't know what he would do with himself. Drawing is his coping mechanism. He needs it. ]

[youngdragon]

[ With a firm nod as a "good" to Haru's agreeing to go indoors, he turned to head toward the base. He expects that Haru will follow him. ]

[tinypebble]

[ Well, fine. With a huff Haru puts his pen away and close the pad. And then he just follows. ]

[youngdragon]

[ Good.

As Zhao Yun isn't the talkative type most of the time, the walk with be in silence unless Haru initiates conversation. ]

[tinypebble]

[ Haru isn't one to speak very much either, so they walk there without a word. Haru makes sure that no one is there before they head inside. ]

[youngdragon]

[ As long as there were no women it would be fine even if there were a few stragglers.. But he won't complain upon finding it empty. ]

[tinypebble]

[ No, people being around would have been bad. He couldn't out the Resistance's hiding place, even if Haru himself wasn't a member.

He went into the back, and sat down on a could, putting his sketch book on the table in front of him to warm his hands. ]

[youngdragon]

[ They could be dealt with one way or the other. Though less people around did make things easier.

Zhao Yun wasn't very good at being a caring person, he was awkward with those kind of things, but he knew that tea could help, so he goes to search the cabinets for some, and to boil some water with the weird electrical water pot. ]

[tinypebble]

[ It was only weird for one of them, and depending on how long he stayed, it might stop to be. Though honestly, if Haru could have left he would have, but there was no other alternative than to stay until he graduated.

He blows on his hands, watching Zhao Yun do his thing. ]

[youngdragon]

[ Then he might notice that he's still not entirely used to this sort of machinery. He's still trying to figure out how exactly the thing works, for example. ]

[tinypebble]

[ Haru doesn't really care if he manages to do it or not. He's not going to get any help from him, he doesn't know how to show people how to do things. ]

[youngdragon]

[ And Zhao Yun prefers to handle things on his own, anyway.

But after a while he manages to figure out how to work things and after he’s done boiling the tea, he wordlessly offers a cup to Haru. ]

[tinypebble]

[ He accepts it, the cup warming his fingers until they're tingling.

He blows on it, not wanting to burn himself. Hopefully he's better at making tea than Touya. ]

[youngdragon]

[ Zhao Yun might be better at fighting than anything else that he's good at - he is the strongest swordsman in his region, after all - but he did cook his own food and tea since he refused to eat what the Yellow Turbans made, since it was made on ingredients stolen from their murder victims. He's not bad at it. He makes a cup for himself as well, and after a few moments sits down a seat over in the couch. ]

[tinypebble]

[ Haru starts to sip on it, scalding his tongue at first, so he keeps his mouth open to try and get it to stop being sore. ]

[youngdragon]

[ He glances over at Haru.

Tea was hot, wasn't he aware? Or did they normally boil cold tea in this time? In that case they're even weirder. ]

[tinypebble]

[ He was just impatient and cold.

Which was why he put the mug down to stuff his hands up Zhao Yun's shirt. ]

[youngdragon]

[ That shocked Zhao Yun, and his head snapped in Haru's direction, and he looked at him with wide eyes, more or less petrified. ]

W-what?

[ He might be the best swordsman in his home region but he was still a sixteen year old with little experience in physical contact that wasn't violence. ]

[tinypebble]

My hands are cold.

[ Haru was fifteen, but he had at least some experience, even though most of it had nothing to do with love. ]

[youngdragon]

....so?

[ Why did that explain why he put his hands up under Zhao Yun's shirt? It made Zhao Yun cold as well, and he was used to cold, because he lived outdoors back in China. ]

[tinypebble]

So, nothing more.

[ Honestly, he didn't have any ulterior motives. Was he expecting him to? ]

[youngdragon]

[ If he knew the fucked up kind of people that Zhao Yun knew... ]

Right, alright.

[tinypebble]

[ He knows other people who are very fucked up, however not so much on the sexual level. Ichiha is the one experiencing that.

His hands refuse to get warm after having been outside for so long, so he blows on his hands to get some temperature to them. ]

[youngdragon]

[ At least that means that they’re not pressed against Zhao Yun’s skin any more, right? Then he can stop squirming. ]