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A hand climbs beneath a shirt, feeling soft skin and hard nipples. A voice hums pleasure; thighs tighten around a body wedged between them.
“Y-Yato,” Yukine whispers, “Hiyori is going to come over any time now—”
Yato kisses down the blond’s throat, suckling on the skin the way he knows Yukine likes. His hand is warm and he tweaks at the Yukine’s nipples the way he knows will make him moan. And the blond does just that; he moans quietly and threads his fingers through Yato’s hair, pulling him back up for a wet kiss.
They’re on the bed, fully clothed, and Yukine is beneath Yato, clinging to Yato, with his eyes closed and kissing the God deep. Yato has fingers in his hair, is propped atop the blond, has a hand up his shirt, so naturally when Hiyori opens the door, bookbag slung over her shoulder, her mouth falls open.
“Oh my god.”
A kiss breaks, a blond’s face aflame and a god’s lips formed like a cat’s smile. “Oh my god,” replies Yukine.
“Oh my god?” Hiyori says, and her voice is louder, an inflection at the end. Is she really seeing this? Her cheeks are pink, her hand falls from the doorknob she previously forgot to release.
“Oh my god…” Yukine moans, and his hands move to his face. He twists his upper body away from Hiyori. Yato, still between the blond’s legs, sticks out his tongue in a smile.
“Like what you see Hiyori?” he asks, and Hiyori screams, slams the door shut. Yato grins down at Yukine, asking, “You wanna keep going?”
A hand smacks the God upside the head and Yato takes that as a no.