Adapt [Massage]
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esp_dragonFandom: Noblesse
Summary: “Come on, what is it?” "My hands hurt after I transform them sometimes.”
Rating: PG
Genre: General
Word count: 363
Total word count: 6,116
Status: Work in progress
Kentas looked up from the fridge at M-21′s soft growl and caught him scowling his hands.
“Something wrong?” he asked, food forgotten for the moment.
“Tch, it’s nothing,” M-21 said, shoving his hands into his pockets.
“Mmhm.” He leaned on the fridge door with his crossed arms, still looking at him.
M-21′s gaze slowly went down. “…If you break the door doing that, Frankenstein’ll be pissed.”
Kentas jerked his arms up, making sure to not move the door too much. He narrowed his eyes after he stepped away from the fridge. “Were you distracting me?”
M-21′s expression didn’t flicker. “No.”
“Liar,” Kentas said with a smirk. “Come on, what is it?”
“It’s-” M-21 hissed through his teeth, scowling again. “Fine. My hands hurt after I transform them sometimes.”
“Huh.” Was that it? …Though it wasn’t surprising M-21 wouldn’t know. “I could massage them if you want.”
M-21 just looked at him like he couldn’t believe what he’d just heard. Then he pursed his lips. “This is another thing all werewolves are taught, isn’t it.”
Kentas glanced away for a second, then nodded. “Yeah.”
M-21 sighed, then came over. “Fuck. You need to make a list of all the things I should know.”
“You want….everything?” Could he even remember all the things he’d been taught? Most of them were second nature by now.
“Anything important,” M-21 said with a shrug. He extended a hand to Kentas and he took it with a smile, pressing down on the where he knew the problem areas would be.
M-21′s surprised hiss and his eyes going wide made Kentas chuckle, but he didn’t stop. “I’ll talk with Garda and Lunark and we’ll come up with something.” Between the three of them, they should be able to cover most of it.
“Mm.” M-21′s eyes were already half-lidded and hm, if he’d never done this before… He’d probably gotten used to it and hadn’t even realised he was in pain. And with the amount of torture he’d seen M-21 go through, his hands would have been nothing in comparison.
It shouldn’t take too long to finish, and it had been a while since Kentas had done this with someone else.
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Written for anon's prompt, “Do you…well…I mean…I could give you a massage?” and Kentas/M-21.
Summary: “Come on, what is it?” "My hands hurt after I transform them sometimes.”
Rating: PG
Genre: General
Word count: 363
Total word count: 6,116
Status: Work in progress
Kentas looked up from the fridge at M-21′s soft growl and caught him scowling his hands.
“Something wrong?” he asked, food forgotten for the moment.
“Tch, it’s nothing,” M-21 said, shoving his hands into his pockets.
“Mmhm.” He leaned on the fridge door with his crossed arms, still looking at him.
M-21′s gaze slowly went down. “…If you break the door doing that, Frankenstein’ll be pissed.”
Kentas jerked his arms up, making sure to not move the door too much. He narrowed his eyes after he stepped away from the fridge. “Were you distracting me?”
M-21′s expression didn’t flicker. “No.”
“Liar,” Kentas said with a smirk. “Come on, what is it?”
“It’s-” M-21 hissed through his teeth, scowling again. “Fine. My hands hurt after I transform them sometimes.”
“Huh.” Was that it? …Though it wasn’t surprising M-21 wouldn’t know. “I could massage them if you want.”
M-21 just looked at him like he couldn’t believe what he’d just heard. Then he pursed his lips. “This is another thing all werewolves are taught, isn’t it.”
Kentas glanced away for a second, then nodded. “Yeah.”
M-21 sighed, then came over. “Fuck. You need to make a list of all the things I should know.”
“You want….everything?” Could he even remember all the things he’d been taught? Most of them were second nature by now.
“Anything important,” M-21 said with a shrug. He extended a hand to Kentas and he took it with a smile, pressing down on the where he knew the problem areas would be.
M-21′s surprised hiss and his eyes going wide made Kentas chuckle, but he didn’t stop. “I’ll talk with Garda and Lunark and we’ll come up with something.” Between the three of them, they should be able to cover most of it.
“Mm.” M-21′s eyes were already half-lidded and hm, if he’d never done this before… He’d probably gotten used to it and hadn’t even realised he was in pain. And with the amount of torture he’d seen M-21 go through, his hands would have been nothing in comparison.
It shouldn’t take too long to finish, and it had been a while since Kentas had done this with someone else.
Written for anon's prompt, “Do you…well…I mean…I could give you a massage?” and Kentas/M-21.