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It was almost midnight, Yoshiki had stayed late on campus again and barely even had time to eat the dinner that Hikaru had prepared for him before slouching off to bed. He didn't even bother swapping into pyjamas, just stripped down into his boxers and crawled into the sheets.
It was driving Hikaru crazy, there was something about Yoshiki that was just glowing tonight, his soul was burning brighter, and the white-haired boy couldn't help but fixate on it as he cleaned the dishes, even absolutely shattered he looked so good, maybe he was just losing it a little instead - after all it had been a few days since they were last intimate together. Entirely forgivable considering the school workload this time of year - yet - those bangs, those eyes that were like voids he could lose himself in, feel like whatever he wanted to feel like when he stared into them, and that when they stared back had so much longing, so much need for him in so many different ways. If he had a heart, it'd be aching. This daydreaming about the boy just a room across had so completely cramped his brain that he didn't even realise he wasn't even washing any dishes anymore, he was just scrubbing his own hand with a wet soapy sponge.
Oops.
Turning off the faucet and drying himself off, a mischievous idea came to mind, instinctually the same freshly dried hand slid down his chestline and over his groin - he may not have always been a human - but being one certainly had its advantages and with that boy in his bed he'd learned most of them by now. Turning off the lights as he went, he entered their room, the pile of clothes on the floor by Yoshiki's side brewed a smirk on his face
My little med student being such a slob, well if he things dirty tonight...
There was a twitch down there, and his chest pulsed lightly as certain, sultry, feelings began to grow. Following suit to those feelings, and in homage to the laziness of his boyfriend he too stripped into only boxers and slid under the covers.
Hikaru nudged the beauty on the other pillow, satisfied that he was awake when there was a little shifting movement in response
'Hey shiki-kun. I missed you an awful lot all day' - his tone was soft
'Mmmph? I'm sorry- profs been really push- mm- pushing us recently' - every word seemed to be an enormous effort for Yoshiki, dulcet as always, but so very fatigued
'That's okay, but now you're here...'
Hikaru streched out his arms and started to slowly touch around the nape of Yoshiki's neck, light little taps and strokes, little squeezes here and there. Each touch had Yoshiki's soul flickering, he'd make little twitches and noises of acknowledgement. Fighting so hard to stay sleepy but Hikaru knew so many ways to stoke the flame, and wake him up. As well as wake up a specific part of his.
One such way was with his hand, which had began to slowly trace down the muscles of Yoshiki's back - each crevice leading further and further to the band of the black-haired boy's boxers. He's stop just on the lip of that band beginning to use two fingers in a tip-toe motion around the rim, simultaneously sliding himself across the bed to close the gap between them, his face stopping just shy of Yoshiki's neck and deliberately putting soft breaths onto it.
Yoshiki knew exactly what that barbarian who'd stole his heart was planning, was wanting, and he really did want to entertain it.
Each touch, though they made him tingle and feel warmth, reminded him of how his bones ached. On his feet for 8 hours a day, testing, writing, analysing, evaluating, then more testing. He loved the tedium but the tedium wasn't kind to his extremities. Furthermore resisting Hikaru was always a challenge, but he had a solace in his thoughts, this latest round of work would be done after tomorrow. They'd have all the time in the world afterwards, if only he could make it until then.
'Babe-' - drenched in weariness
'Hmmm?' - the reply came dripping with sodomous intent, fingers tiptoeing ever closer to the prize they sought
'I need to be up early tomorrow, I have a-'
Yoshiki's voice caught, Hikaru's fingers had finally reached their mark, his hand piercing the veil, wrapping itself ever so familiarly around his mast, half-cocked from all the teasing. It was soft and warm, the grip firm and tender, not even a second passing before it began to stroke up and down.
This action had little to no real time to last, however, as another hand joined Hikaru's and stopped the motion in its tracks, the boy across from him also rotated around with a great dis-satisfaction. Those voids pierced Hikaru to the core, dissuading even him from wanting to keep up his antics.
'I'll make it up to you tomorrow' - Yoshiki raised their twined hands out from his boxers and kissed the paler one in his grip, gently releasing it onto the duvet, he then leant in - and with what seemed to be the last of his energy gave the hand's owner a tender kiss.
Hikaru's mind was about ready to explode - He really just did all of that to say no!? - yet the love in those eyes and a promise of more to come, it had won him over for now. He had to do just one more thing though, unable to help himself;
'Wait...' - he leant back in for another kiss, if there was even a glimmer of Yoshiki pushing back into it more than just the usual reception he would've played on it as if he'd been studying for years - which he might have been. Alas it was as clear a communication as the words, and he pulled back. Waiting would suck, but for him, he'd wait.
Yoshiki mumbled afterwards, probably unintelligible to most but Hikaru had ethereal hearing - 'I love ya Hika' - and just like that, his love was out like a light, sleeping tenderly to recharge for the day ahead.
A teaser for the second chapter, intended to be titled 'Release of Regret'
He could barely even focus on the work he was supposed to do, hot and flustered and blushing as his mind wandered.
God, Hikaru, I'm going to go insane - hands adjusting the belt buckle for the umpteenth time.
Tonight was going to be a good night.