Free Fall [Joona/Hannu]
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roesslyngTitle: Free Fall
Fandom: A Redtail's Dream
Characters/Pairing: Joona/Hannu
Rating: 18+ for sex etc
Length: 600
Summary: It's useless to object. They both know the truth, anyway.
Other: Flashfiction. Some PWP thrown together quickly for no other reason than to let off some steam. ...I like this pairing a lot.
Free Fall
Dark. Not complete darkness, but more than enough of it, the kind that can come at night after a rainy day and a sky thick with clouds. Too early in the year to be properly called autumn, but not summer, either. The summer sun has already died, and taken its heat with it.
Pinned down to the mattress, Hannu closes his eyes and shivers. It's partly from the too-cold air and he knows he should have closed the window when they stepped into the bedroom, before he got distracted, before he allowed himself to be shoved onto the bed and pressed down and held.
It was cold that night, too. Before. A few months ago. That night when he and Joona went camping together. Or maybe it wasn't as cold as he remembers, maybe it was just that they felt the need to stay close together at night. Maybe it was the firelight. Or the alcohol.
Hannu remembers fingertips under his chin turning his head, and a firm kiss that made him feel dizzy. That he thought of pulling away and telling Joona off, but didn't. Even though he froze up, he returned that kiss as firmly as it was given, without even thinking about it. Later, when the fire was out and they returned to their tent, he felt those hands and that mouth again, and once again he gave in without protesting, without thinking it over.
It's only now that he's thinking about it. Now, with Joona's hand pinning one of his wrists and his lips grazing over his jaw, his ear, his throat. Warm breath on damp skin. Hannu breathes, shudders as he feels Joona's tongue slide over his collarbone, keeps his eyes shut tight. Tries biting at his lips, but can't keep his mouth shut, can't stop the gasps that escape him.
Mouth covering his own. Again. It silences his gasps and he can feel Joona grinning into the kiss. Hannu cups his head with his free hand, digs his fingers into the long hair falling out of the loose ponytail. Grips it. Pulls. It's a warning, even though he opens his mouth and takes him in, even though he sucks at his tongue, even though his cheeks are burning with warmth. Even though he's making a noise that he would never admit to.
The sounds he makes are muffled, thankfully, captured by Joona's lips, but Hannu knows that he hears them, and knows that Joona will tease him for it soon. Knows to expect those lips grazing his ear, knows that soon Joona will whisper things that will make Hannu want to pull at his hair, bite at his tongue, shove him off the bed, straddle him and grab at his throat.
And Hannu knows he can't deny it. That instead of pushing him off, he'll let him whisper, let him get those digs in. That he'll only be able to reply with a moan, because he likes it, and Joona knows he does, and that's the worst thing of all.
Hannu knows that trying to deny it is useless. They both know that he wants this. The evidence is there in the way he presses up against Joona, arches, even if he silently tells himself that he doesn't mean to do it. It's in the way he keeps his mouth open and pliant for him. In the way he gasps and allows Joona to nudge his thighs apart, push his legs open, and grind him into the mattress.
Anything he could do or say would be nothing if he responds like that – and he does. So he gives in, and keeps his eyes shut.
Fandom: A Redtail's Dream
Characters/Pairing: Joona/Hannu
Rating: 18+ for sex etc
Length: 600
Summary: It's useless to object. They both know the truth, anyway.
Other: Flashfiction. Some PWP thrown together quickly for no other reason than to let off some steam. ...I like this pairing a lot.
Free Fall
Dark. Not complete darkness, but more than enough of it, the kind that can come at night after a rainy day and a sky thick with clouds. Too early in the year to be properly called autumn, but not summer, either. The summer sun has already died, and taken its heat with it.
Pinned down to the mattress, Hannu closes his eyes and shivers. It's partly from the too-cold air and he knows he should have closed the window when they stepped into the bedroom, before he got distracted, before he allowed himself to be shoved onto the bed and pressed down and held.
It was cold that night, too. Before. A few months ago. That night when he and Joona went camping together. Or maybe it wasn't as cold as he remembers, maybe it was just that they felt the need to stay close together at night. Maybe it was the firelight. Or the alcohol.
Hannu remembers fingertips under his chin turning his head, and a firm kiss that made him feel dizzy. That he thought of pulling away and telling Joona off, but didn't. Even though he froze up, he returned that kiss as firmly as it was given, without even thinking about it. Later, when the fire was out and they returned to their tent, he felt those hands and that mouth again, and once again he gave in without protesting, without thinking it over.
It's only now that he's thinking about it. Now, with Joona's hand pinning one of his wrists and his lips grazing over his jaw, his ear, his throat. Warm breath on damp skin. Hannu breathes, shudders as he feels Joona's tongue slide over his collarbone, keeps his eyes shut tight. Tries biting at his lips, but can't keep his mouth shut, can't stop the gasps that escape him.
Mouth covering his own. Again. It silences his gasps and he can feel Joona grinning into the kiss. Hannu cups his head with his free hand, digs his fingers into the long hair falling out of the loose ponytail. Grips it. Pulls. It's a warning, even though he opens his mouth and takes him in, even though he sucks at his tongue, even though his cheeks are burning with warmth. Even though he's making a noise that he would never admit to.
The sounds he makes are muffled, thankfully, captured by Joona's lips, but Hannu knows that he hears them, and knows that Joona will tease him for it soon. Knows to expect those lips grazing his ear, knows that soon Joona will whisper things that will make Hannu want to pull at his hair, bite at his tongue, shove him off the bed, straddle him and grab at his throat.
And Hannu knows he can't deny it. That instead of pushing him off, he'll let him whisper, let him get those digs in. That he'll only be able to reply with a moan, because he likes it, and Joona knows he does, and that's the worst thing of all.
Hannu knows that trying to deny it is useless. They both know that he wants this. The evidence is there in the way he presses up against Joona, arches, even if he silently tells himself that he doesn't mean to do it. It's in the way he keeps his mouth open and pliant for him. In the way he gasps and allows Joona to nudge his thighs apart, push his legs open, and grind him into the mattress.
Anything he could do or say would be nothing if he responds like that – and he does. So he gives in, and keeps his eyes shut.
