Ah, yeah. Short fluffy, slightly steamy little drabble. Shalnark really likes to drive his lovers nuts.
Fandom: Hunter x Hunter
Pairings: Trouble Trio
Series: What’s In a Name (Part 3), Part 1, Part 2
"That's what she said." Shalnark laughs, gleeful.
Phinks groans, and on screen his avatar explodes in a shower of neon pink shrapnel from one of Shalnark’s ’enhanced’ grenades, shoved directly down his character’s throat. He was sure that hadn't previously been an in game mechanism. Which takes the score up to Shalnark 26, Phinks 3. Never knowingly a good sport, Phinks slams down his controller hard enough for it to crack in his hands and swears. Shalnark snorts, hitting pause.
Beyond the ratty pleather sofa of Hideout number two point we-lost-count, Feitan glances up from his conversation with Kortopi.
"Come on, you can’t just shove it inside me like that! It’s not fair!" There's a beat of silence. Shalnark stares at Phinks like a kid whose Christmas has just come early. His eyes are wide as saucers and shining with delight, even as he goes pink with stifled laughter.
Phinks has all of a few seconds to process exactly what the hell he just said to his lover, king of dick jokes, innuendo, and toilet humour, before Shalnark is speaking, slow and sickly sweet. "What did you just say, Phinks?"
He’s dead. Phinks swears and goes to get off the sofa but Shalnark pounces and oh god now he has a lap full of excited blonde. Phinks resolutely stares over Shalnark’s shoulder, even as he fiddles, agonisingly slowly, with the edge of his collar, fingers dancing around the suddnely hot skin of his collarbone. Mostly he’s trying, hard, not to think about the thighs pinned to either side of his hips. Or. Well. That whole area, really.
Phinks swallows compulsively. In his opinion, manfully, he attempts to keep his voice even. "I...don’t remember. Exactly."
Shalnarks eyes glitter, and he flattens his palm against Phinks’ chest, gently pushing him back into the sofa. He’s not actually strong enough to do so, but Phinks is caught too fast between dumbstruck and turned on to stop him. "Let me refresh your memory." He leans forward, purring into Phinks’ ear. "What, exactly, should I not just shove," he rolls his hips, slowly, pointedly, "inside you?"
At some point, Feitan’s hand has made it over Kortopi’s eyes, though he himself is staring, openly. The few remaining members of the spider that had been in the room don't bother making their excuses, although they sigh, loudly, as they leave. It falls on deaf ears.
Phinks isn't sure when he stopped breathing, exactly, but that happened. Shalnark’s hair is hanging over his face and he’s looking at him through half lidded eyes and he’s still squeezing Phinks’ hips between his thighs and Phinks’ mouth is dry from being open for so long. He swallows again. Licks his lips. Tries to ignore the way that Shalnark follows the movement.
Needing to look elsewhere - anywhere else, Phinks glances over Shalnark’s shoulder again at the television screen. Where his character is still frozen in pixelated pieces and a shower of neon pink digital metal. He narrows his eyes. "You planned this, didn't you?"
Shalnark hums, smirking, and bites his lip. "Maybe." Then he presses in close again, this time nuzzling against Phinks, nose to nose, and murmurs against his lips. "What are you going to do about it?"
Phinks catches his breath, speechless, and suddenly Feitan is there. Pressing up close behind Shalnark, one hand feather light on his hip as his hair tickles his neck, he snarls something fast and low into his ear, “Wǒ huì qù nǐ mā de zhème xīnkǔ, nǐ wàngle zìjǐ de míngzì, gōngjī shǔnxī tiǎodòu.”
In a snap and a rush of air, he flickers back to Kortopi’s side as if nothing has happened, leaving Shalnark still on Phinks’ lap with his mouth open, shellshocked. Phinks raises an eyebrow as Shalnark rolls off him, staring at nothing in particular, flushed bright pink. He brings a hand to his mouth, eyes wide as Phinks has ever seen them, and just gets redder, dumbstruck. Phinks snorts. “What’d he say?”
Shalnark’s gaze slides to him, slowly, and he shakes his head, still red, all the way up to the tips of his ears. It’s adorable. Phinks starts to smile. “You’re blushing.”
Shalnark groans, hiding his face, and Phinks starts to laugh. “So it’s alright if you do it to other people, but not if they do it to you?”
The corner of Shalnark’s mouth jumps, “that’s what she -“ Phinks interrupts him with a loud groan and reaches out to drag him, unprotesting, into his lap. With one arm around his back and the other around his legs, he kisses the top of Shalnark’s head.
“Shut up for a second, won’t you?”
From across the room, Feitan winks at Shalnark, and he goes bright red all over again, hiding his face and burying his head in Phinks’ chest. Miserably, he stays quiet. Phinks just chuckles, holding him close as he hits play. “Brat.” Impulsively, he kisses him again. “One of these days you’re going to have to stop being so damn cute.” Shalnark grumbles something incoherent into Phinks’ shirt. From the tone, he’s pretty sure he can guess it’s something along the lines of a claim that he is no such thing. Looking at him curled up, face hidden, pink and shy, however, Phinks is inclined to disagree. Over Shalnark’s head, he grins at Feitan, whose eyes crease when he nods back. You’re welcome.
Notes: I’m really really not going to tell you what Feitan said. Rest assured it was filthy and I feel like I have desecrated google translate forever.
