Sonny 🍋In honor of V-day I'm sharing more takeryo I wrote (the title for this one is still a favorite):
@fanprompt prompt: tongue
Ryoken's staring at him.
"Do I have something on my face?" Takeru arches an eyebrow at him.
"...Your tongue," Ryoken says after a bit, pointing at his own lips, "There's... something..."
"Oh!" Takeru brightens and he sticks out his tongue, wriggling it around. "I got it done not long ago. Cool, huh?"
The tongue piercing was a simple metal stud, glinting in the light.
"It's..." Ryoken's still staring at his mouth. He swallows. "It's certainly interesting."
"Interesting," Takeru snorts, retracting his tongue, "You don't like it?"
"I did not say that," Ryoken hand brushes his mouth in thought, "It must've hurt."
"Oh, yeah. Nothing I couldn't handle," okay he might've been boasting a little.
"Doesn't it feel...odd?"
"Only at first. I got used to it," and then because he has no brain to mouth filter he blurts out, "Wanna feel it?"
A beat passes. Takeru's face grows warm.
"Um, sorry that sounded--" "Yes."
Takeru's mouth snaps shut. Ryoken finally meets his gaze and, oh, his eyes are dark with an emotion Takeru can't place but it makes his insides flutter wildly.
Ryoken reaches out for him and cups his face, "May I?"
In lieu of a response, Takeru parts his lips and sticks out his tongue again, pulse beating erratically.
At first, Ryoken brings his thumb down on the round jewel, just a touch. His nail makes a little clacking sound when it meets the metal.
"It's cold..." He observes and, seemingly spurred on, rubs slow circles around it, brushing the sensitive flesh of Takeru's tongue. It's weird but not unpleasant and Takeru lets out a small noise at the back of his throat.
Ryoken's eyes snap to his. His cheeks are pink, too, highlighting his freckles.
"Did that hurt?"
No, Takeru wants to say, but Ryoken's thumb is still in his mouth, and he has the urge to bite down on it. He doesn't, but he does curl his tongue around it, rubbing the metal stud against the pad of Ryoken's finger; Ryoken's breath hitches and his hand twitches on his cheek, and okay, this has gone beyond simple curiosity (but it's never simple, with them).
Before he can grow even more flustered, Takeru grabs Ryoken's wrist and pulls his hand away. He swallows, hard, and tries not to think of Ryoken's fingers in his mouth; or his tongue, or something else.
"So, uh," his eyes flicker to the side and back, "Thoughts?"
Ryoken hums. He frees his wrist and his thumb brushes the corner of his mouth.
"It suits you, very much," he murmurs, closer, and his lips are curled in a very dangerous smirk. "But I would like a closer look."