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Yashiro Nene loves many things about Yugi Amane.
But to list them all would be a hassle, so she thought that instead she would list some that stood out to her the most.
His eyes.
The way his golden eyes, like the purest of honey glittered when he was happy was something that she absolutely adored about the seventh wonder.
She loved how large and wide his eyes were and how his lashes framed them perfectly.
Yashiro adored his eyes.
She loved how she could see all his emotions in one look.
All they had to do was to look at each other and they knew.
His eyes were as large and as beautiful as the moon in the starry sky.
Glistening and shining beautifully as they stared at each other.
So full of love, yet so sad.
She would erase that sadness all in due time though.
His hips.
Nene loved the way his attire hugged every curve of his body. She loved how smooth his hips looked and how much wider than hers they were.
It was a pleasure to wrap her arms around them.
She loved how his uniform left nothing to her imagination, letting her witness the beauty of her lover. She loved how the wonder’s hips swayed ever so slightly during those rare moments when he’d walk beside her instead of float over her. She loved how delicate the boy felt when he would let her hug him and the girl would wrap her arms around him before letting her fingers trail down his sides and waist.
His figure, so curvaceous and slim, so defined and smooth, much like her own, was just one of the things that she loved about Yugi Amane.
His skin.
She loved the soft pale glow that shone from his skin.
She loved how moon like the shorter adolescent seemed during the later hours.
She loved how smooth and pale his skin was.
She loved how sensitive his skin was. She loved how the pale skin blossomed in all different colors after she would leave, she loved how the bruises littered his skin all the way from his neck to his chest. She loved how slowly the marks faded, leaving a lingering reminder to all that the seventh wonder was hers.
She loved how soft his skin was and how effortlessly beautiful it was.
His lips.
She loved his entire face, but those lips were just something else entirely.
The way his plump lower lip trembled when he was sad, the way he pushed it out in a pout when he tried to get her to feel sorry for him, and the way they curved upwards when he was happy.
She adored how plump and kissable his lips were.
She adored the natural glossiness to them and the way they practically glimmered in the light.
She adored the light pink tint and the way they bloomed red and blue after a kiss, after she spent her time tasting the sweet lips of her boyfriend.
She adored how they tasted.
She loved sucking on them after a kiss to tease the short wonder, she loved how she could taste Hanako and nothing else.
She loved them.
His hands.
They were so delicate and tiny and they look as though they can fit in the smallest of spaces.
And those fingers, they’re so dainty and long.
And his nails look great when painted.
His palms are the softest things in the world!
Oh, just a by touching his hands once you can get hooked!
They’re the softest, most gentle things ever.
She would let him touch her forever if she could.
She would let him stroke her hair as he played with it, she would let him hang off her shoulders, she would let him hug her, anything.
Just to feel his touch.
His hands are just so small and cute, that her own hands literally swallow them whenever she’d hold them.
And his touch.
His touch is the softest thing ever, in her opinion. Even if it may look rough on the side view, it’s actually really soft and gentle.
His palms are like the softest of cushions and his finger pads too.
His wrists were so small that her entire hands wrap around them with ease.
His hands are cold, but she didn’t see that as a problem. It just gave her more excuses to hold them.
She could say things like;
“I’m holding your hand because it’s cold, I’m warming you up!”
Or
“It’s so hot out here, cool me down with your cold hands!”
His hands just were the best things since Velcro shoelaces.
Yashiro could go on all day about his lovely hands, but she had something else to do.
Sighing, Yashiro Nene made her way to the bathroom where her lover resided.
Slowly pushing the door open and making her way inside, she called, “Hanako-Kun, are you here?”
A singsongy, “Y~e~s!” sounded from inside the old restroom.
The girl peered inside and looked around, her eyes landing on her lover who sat on the window sill, smiling at her.
“Yo Yashiro!” Hanako sang. “Did you come over to play?”
Yashiro smiles and walked over to the shorter boy and seized his wrists, pinning him down onto the floor, earning a squeal of surprise.
“I have something to tell you.” She murmured and leaned in, slowly pressing her lips onto his plumper ones. “But, I suppose that we can play for a little.”
Yashiro moved her hands along the seventh wonder’s body, feeling every curve of his figure as she trailed kisses down his neck, her smirk growing wider and wider with every sound that eased its way out of his lips.
“I have so much to tell you...” She hummed before pressing a kiss to his collar bones. “So much..”
Hanako gasped and slapped at Yashiro’s clutching hands, panting and breathless.
Yashiro grinned down at the male pinned under her.
It truly was a lovely sight to behold, every time always just as lovely as the first.
With his cheeks flushed, lips swollen and moist, neck adorned with hickeys and hair ruffled and messy, Yashiro could feel herself growing more and more tempted. “So much to say..”
Hanako giggled as their lips connected in a messy embrace once more. “What’re you, a broken record~?” he teased as Yashiro began to swipe her tongue over his lower lip.
Yashiro slowly pulled away, Hanako blinking up at her with heavily lidded eyes. “What’s wrong Yashiro?” The seventh wonder murmured.
Yashiro flushed and looked down from the boy’s face, traveling down his body until they landed on his thighs.
The cushions looked so smooth and ready to touch. That’s another thing that she loved about her lover, his thighs.
Yashiro took a deep breath. She’s never touched his thighs before, if he would allow it, this would be the first.
Yashiro looked up at Hanako sheepishly and twiddled her fingers. “Uhh..”
Hanako raised an eyebrow and sat up from underneath her. “What?”
“W-well, you s-see I...” The girl stammered as she slowly climbed off of Amane and took his hands in hers. “I-I...”
Yashiro’s flushed brighter as Hanako leaned closer to her and placed a hand on her forehead, his body squishing closer against her as his thighs rested a bit too close.
The shorter adolescent drew away from her and shook his head with a grin. “Doesn’t look like you have a fever,” he sighed before cupping the girl’s face in his hands and staring into her maroon eyes, “What is it?”
Yashiro squeezed her eyes shut and said it.
“May I please feel your thighs?!”
“H-huh..?”
“They just look so soft and I’ve been wanting to feel them ever since we— you know, and I just love them so much, so if you would please let me touch them!” Yashiro rambled as Hanako’s face grew redder and redder with every word that came out of her mouth. “I just wanna pillow my face in them, you know?!”
Hanako sighed and grabbed Yashiro’s face, mushing his lips to hers, earning a surprised gasp from the girl.
Smiling, he drew away and whispered, “I don’t mind if it’s you.” Then turned her head pecked her cheek gently with a wink. “I like you after all.”
Yashiro gaped at him, “Really?!”
“Mhm.”
“C-can I really.. a-are you sure, Hanako-Kun?”
“I think so,” the seventh wonder murmured as he took Yashiro’s hand and placed it on his thigh,, “I mean, I don’t see the harm..”
Yashiro’s face eased into a grin as she began to stroke Hanako’s thighs. “Hanako,” she murmured as she moved her hands along his thighs, gently stroking them, “I promise you, there’s no harm.”
That was the biggest lie that she’s ever made in her life, and she knew it.
Her attention snapped back to the seventh wonder as he practically purred as Yashiro continued to run her hands along his thighs.
“No harm, see?” She grinned.
“I see,” Hanako grinned back.
With a smirk, he looped his arms around her neck and connected their lips again as Yashiro rolled over and positioned herself over him, caressing this thighs as their tongues became entwined with each other’s fighting for access.
Yashiro was simply ecstatic.
Hanako surrendering to her, and only her as she continued to rave Hanako’s body.
Another thing that she loves about the seventh wonder is how he trusts himself in her hands.
Unwavering and everlasting trust in her.
Yashiro Nene loved everything about Yugi Amane, from the curve of his jaw to the tips of his toes, but these were some of the highlights.