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[Translated/ReiMob] Had Mob liked it? Had he disliked it? He had to try it again to be certain
Written by @yaoi-no-akuma
Can read the Spanish story via ao3 or Tumblr. This translation was also posted on my ao3 account. If you’ve read both versions and feel I’ve mistranslated something please tell me so I can improve~ xD
Summary: Did he like it? Did he not like it? He had to try it again
It was bitter.
His palate was used to other types of flavors. He was still young, although that didn't imply that his sense of taste was that of a child. He liked takoyaki, ramen, and milk, the last being one he couldn't completely classify. Perhaps it was sweet, perhaps it wasn't, he wasn't really sure but the flavor was nice and he supposed that was enough. Still, he wasn't sure where to categorize that strange bitter taste that spread into his mouth.
Had he liked it? Had he disliked it?
He tried to reimagine the moment, the strange and alien taste as it snaked along his tongue, went up to his palate, and spread to his gums. Again, he tried to savor it but it had been hours since he'd experienced it and he'd already eaten dinner. There were no remains left. He was slightly disappointed since he'd been hoping to discover if that rough and dry taste was to his liking.
He'd need to taste it again.
Although he wasn't sure how to ask. It hadn't been something he'd originally planned to encounter
.
.
He always put milk-flavored candy into his mouth, like strawberry milkshake or yogurt, and it had stirred some curiosity in him the first time that he'd seen him do it. It led him to think he liked sweet stuff even though he told him the taste was nothing special. He bought strong-flavored food, not sweet, more so salty, he knew this because they often shared food. And so he came to his own conclusions instead of asking directly, fueled by a feeling that made his heart speed up and told him it was best not to ask, that if he did, something would happen.
He continued eating candies for two weeks and when the third week started he couldn't hold his curiosity at bay. He himself couldn't understand it. It seemed he'd spoken aloud and it wasn't until he'd analyzed his teacher's words that he realized what he'd said. He became nervous when he realized what he'd done, distressed, he broke out into a cold sweat as he listened to the older man.
Tobacco flavored kisses are unpleasant.
He tensed up in his spot as the brunette stopped a few meters from the couch he was occupying. He moved his eyes to see the older man's face, and no matter how useless that information was he didn't know how to react. He realized that the candy was still in the man's hand and his gaze stopped at the object with the pink wrapper.
He didn't know how, but it happened.
He was so absorbed in his thoughts that instead of seeing Reigen's hand in front of his pink tie, he saw his light brown locks and his eyes. The warm air against his lips was replaced by the fiery touch of unfamiliar lips and his own saliva and tongue weren't the only things inside his mouth anymore.
Time seemed to stop. He came back to reality in the midst of it all and didn't know how to respond to the situation. The older man's tongue clashed with his and their saliva mixed. He felt a tickling sensation and the voracious touch made him feel like he was suffocating. In that instant he didn't think about how his first time was with his teacher, he didn't think about it being with another man, much less in how unusual this must be. All he knew was that he didn't want this to end, that he liked the heavy and sticky feeling.
See? It's not good, he said before sending him home.
He loved the sensation but the taste disappeared before he could examine it.
He wanted another nicotine flavored kiss.
Next reimob translated story will be this one!
Summary: Mob goes to the office because his teacher had called him, but it didn't look like he was there...or was he?
Notes: Because it's Reigen's birthday dammit I suppose this is PWP? I really don't think there's plot -laughs- Strange title, only because I needed to add one
Warnings: drunk Reigen, underage Mob (I think canon age), masturbation, non-established relationship
I’ve already translated about half (maybe a tad more) so it should be up by tomorrow~
[Translated/ReiMob] Mob goes to the office because his teacher had called him, but it didn't look like he was there...or was he?
Written by @yaoi-no-akuma
Can read the Spanish story via ao3. This translation was also posted on my ao3 account. If you’ve read both versions and feel I’ve mistranslated something please tell me so I can improve~ xD
Summary: Mob goes to the office because his teacher had called him, but it didn't look like he was there...or was he?
This story has 14Mob, rated E for mild smut
"Teacher?" he called out once he closed the door.
It was a little late and he thought it was strange the office lights weren't on. He walked carefully, placing his hand against the wall until he reached the switch, was he perhaps in a seance?
"Teacher?" he called out again but received no answer.
He thought that he wasn't even in the office or perhaps he'd already left with a client, although the older man hadn't mentioned anything about going to a site (much less anything about a waiting client), during the phone call...he discarded the idea.
It wasn't long before he felt the switch, his fingers ran over it, and then he pressed it. The room was illuminated, he could clearly see everything in the room and there was no trace of the psychic. He gulped and continued into the office. He saw the brunette's desk chair. It was facing away from him and he thought maybe he'd fallen asleep.
He came closer with the intention of affirming his suspicions. He passed through the side of the couch and on his way he kicked something with his right foot. He jumped and stopped. He looked down and his body relaxed as he realized he'd kicked an apparently empty can if the missing spillage was any indication, what could it have been?
He heard the squeak of the couch cushions and he turned around. His heart skipped a beat. Resting on the couch was the older man with dark eyes. He turned in his place and slowly came closer to where his teacher was peacefully sleeping.
He could feel something squeeze in his chest. The sound of calm breathing reached his ears. He stopped at half a meter from the couch's border and he kept his gaze upon his face. Now that he thought about it, he'd never seen the other's face so close before.
Unconsciously, he began to lean in, shortening the distance between their faces, "Teacher?" he called out a third time, but this time without really wanting a response. His voice was hardly above a whisper as he didn't wish to wake him.
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