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One hand on his waist, fingers clutching onto him with bruising force. The other lying flat at the dip of his back, moving up and down, teasingly slow, hot touch through the sooth yet constricting fabric of his t-shirt . Hair – blonde, longish and oh-so-soft – tickling Yuu’s forehead and cheeks, his own fingers curled at the base of the others neck, tugging; hurried, insistent and passionate. Panting breaths, half-lidded eyes and lips wet with their mixed saliva left rosy marks over every inch of exposed skin.
Yuuichiro moaned throatily as his partner thrust his hips against him and the sweet, sweet pressure made Yuuichiro gasp fruitlessly for air and press his face into the wall that was already supporting his shaky knees. Yuu closed his eyes and sucked in an unsteady breath before biting down on slick lips and twisting his hips around in such a way as to excite the other even further. A hand, icy yet able to create sparks of red-hot pleasure down his spine travelled up to rest carefully on Yuu’s cheek: a gentle contrast to the feverish lips that consumed his the next second, devouring Yuu’s very essence.
Yuuichiro slipped his hand under the others shirt, stubby nails scraping the pale, heated flesh of his temporary lover’s lower back, causing shivers of delight of wrack the larger man’s body. As Yuuichiro’s hands rose higher, his partner’s slowly slunk lower until Yuuichiro stifled a groan and broke off the kiss, as desperate for oxygen as for the touch of the Adonis before him.
“Off. Take it off,” he ordered breathlessly, emerald eyes bright in the dim light of the hotel room as hands tugged impatiently at the hem of the man’s shirt.
The chuckle he got in repose was definitely not something a human should be experience on a regular basis, only on the grounds that repeated exposure wound most definitely kill a person from how ultimately sexy it sound. Especially in a situation such as this. A smirk stretched over those sinful lips and dear God don’t look at me like that while pulling off your shirt! Yuu thought desperately as his insides stared burning. As the plain grey shirt (totally not erotic on any man other than this one) dropped to the floor, Yuuichiro’s eyes clouded over with lust and a primal need for something more.
In all honesty, this man is probably not someone Yuu would have picked from a crowd. At first glance, he was the complete opposite of Yuu’s type, more mellow and calming, but now that the scenery has changed and it was crunch time Yuuichiro is more than thankful that he’d caught this guy’s eye. In the far back of his mind – the part that still retained the ability think semi-rational thoughts – Yuu contemplated giving this guy his number.
For the future’s sake.
After all, it would be near impossibly to find a decent partner every Friday.
Tracing the lines of the man’s abs with teasing, feather-light touches, Yuuichiro kept his Vivian eyes glued to that face. The sharp curve of his cheek bone, sinuous lips that were parted just so, and ashen hair that fanned out and cascaded down his face in an untameable waterfall, obscuring his eyes from view…and dear god the view was well worth looking at. Yuuichiro felt himself drowning in those illuminated pools of azure that even now, darkened with lust, they shone with an otherworldly intensity. The man is sex personified and every movement, from the hot, wet appendage mapping out Yuu’s mouth to the toned leg that pushed apart Yuu’s thighs, seemed to pull Yuu further under his spell. Yuuichiro didn’t care though, already completely under the stranger’s spell.
Licking his lips, and not missing the way those depthless blue eyes followed every slight movement of his tongue, Yuuichiro smirked internally. This was going to be a good night, he could feel it in in the heat pooling at the base of his stomach and in the tightening of his skinny jeans.
“Hey,” Yuu said in a husky whisper, inching closer to the other, fingers twisting around the buckle of the man’s belt, occasionally grazing the taut skin just above, basking in glee every time the muscles twitched at his touch. “Can I call you Mika?”
Blue eyes widened and, just for a second, Yuuichiro thought that he was going to be pushed away, from the look of shock on the other’s face, but that second passed, and he felt fingers running through his hair in a soothing caress, pulling his face up until his neck began to ache slightly.
“Why?” It was breathy and quiet, but Yuuichiro liked the timbre of his voice.
“It suits you,” he answered, leaning in and ignoring the pain in his neck in favour of pressing his mouth to the others in a sloppy, open-mouthed kiss. With lips mere centimetres from the man’s Yuu smiled faintly and slipped his hand once more through those delectably fluffy bangs, tugging lightly. “Your hair…” Yuu whispered, before dragging his tan fingers over the angled cheeks, “Your face…” next Yuu found himself gently brushing a finger over a closed eyelid, “Your eyes…” shifting his body back ever so slightly Yuu placed a hand on the other’s shoulder, digging his fingers in just a bit. “All of you is just so…” Pulling his body flush against the strong stature of the man opposite him Yuuichiro let his lips hover millimetres away from his ear (which may or may not have a few tastefully placed studs) and said in a tone that was just shy of a purr, “beautiful…”
Mika’s eyes glistened briefly with something Yuuichiro couldn’t quite decipher before he easily sealed the ever shrinking gap between their mouths, tongue eagerly probing and swirling around Yuu’s. Whatever oxygen they manage to get was shared as their breaths mingled. When they parted, Mika bowed his head and began to trail soft bites down Yuuichiro’s curved neck, causing a contented sigh to arise from the dark-haired man.
“I’m almost tempted to let you call me that,” the words were spoken into the sensitive skin at the base of Yuu’s throat and they sent a spider web of sensations coursing through his body that made him involuntarily tighten his grip on Mika’s shoulder, bitten fingernails creating small, cresset shaped marks in the creamy flesh.
“Mika…”
Mika sucked on his burning skin, and it took all of Yuuichiro’s virtually non-existent will power not to rut against him like a dog in heat. Smooth hands slipped down his back and under the waist line of his jeans (he hadn’t noticed when Mika had unbuttoned them), fingers expertly kneading Yuu’s ass and making the smaller man bite his lips to muffle the sudden moan that threatened to pour from his throat.
“Jesus, Mika,” he let the moan out this time as long, elegant fingers trailed down his thighs, pushing down the denim that Yuu had spent a good ten minutes worming his way into a few hours ago. This time it seem as though Yuuichiro is the magician casting the spell that all but froze the other party.
Eyes so heavy with lust they were virtually black bore right into Yuuichiro own glowing green orbs and he reached up to bury his hand into Mika’s glossy locks to bring he man’s face closer “Miiikaaaa…” Yuu moaned again, extending the syllables on purpose, and noticing with delight that the other man’s eye became hooded with pleasure.
Then they snapped open again.
“Fuck it,” Mika almost growled, sending spikes of heat down Yuu’s spine and , before he realised what was happening, Yuu found himself pinned completely against the nearest wall, back in the same position that Mika’d put him in when they’d first entered the room. “You can call me Santa if you want, if it means I get to have you in my lap all night.”
Yuuichiro couldn’t help it – he burst out laughing.
“Well then, I must admit Santa,” Yuu leaned in close, right against Mika’s ear, “I’ve been a very…” he moved his teasingly against the others, taking equal amounts of both pleasure and pride at the hitch in the other man’s breathing, “…very naughty boy.”
Yuu laughed again and leaned back, just enough to see Mika’s predatory expression before shifting his weight forward (and down) again to lightly press a few kisses to the side of Mika’s neck. His chin was turned by a harsh, impatient hand and Yuu’ lips met Mika’s waiting ones. His laughter turned into a fully-fledged moan as Mika once again dominated Yuu’s mouth and his hands retuned to groping, kneading, felling Yuu’s sensitive body.
His shirt was gone in the blink of an eye and the sudden rush of cold air and lack of Mika left Yuu momentarily disoriented. However, his back quickly made contact with the silky sheets and another low keening sound escaped hi throat when Mika lay over him, inspiring heat at each and every point where their skin met. The heavenly, feverish feeling of skin on skin was something that Yuu had always enjoyed but this time was even better.
Lips, tongues, teeth, hands and fingers; their sharp, panting breaths, gasps, and moans resounded throughout the room until the small hours. The lewd sounds of skin slapping against skin, the mattress’ almost constant squeaking, the clatter of the wooden headboard against the wall, it all fell upon deaf ears – lost in the throes of passion. The stifling, wet het, the receding spark of pain that only served to fuel his pleasure, the feeling of being filled to the brim, just the sheer beauty of the stranger above him, filling his insides with the most intimate of love; all of these thing made one thing clear to Yuuichiro.
If this guy, if Mika was ever, ever, up for another round, he would gladly agree. One hundred percent.
That is, until someone better comes along.
But as he came with a harsh gasp, his body shuddering at an angle, toes curling and thighs squeezing Mika’s waist as if his life depended on it, Yuu knew that he’d never be able to find anyone better than this.
The last though Yuuichiro had before his consciousness deserted him was: better give the guy my damn number…
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It’s been such a long time since Yuu has stayed the night with anyone other than his ex-boyfriend, and he really doesn’t want to attach himself like that again. Besides, it’s not as if he meant to pass out. But as he stretched out lazily in the large, messy bed, sheets only covering up half of his body and a well-defined arm thrown hap-hazardly over his middle, he found himself almost nostalgic at the feeling bubbling its way up. He was sore. His arms, shoulders, thighs and (not surprisingly, ass) stung as he moved around, but it was a good kind of pain. His body ached with the reminder of how mush he’d enjoyed himself last night, of how much further into the unknown Mika had pushed him.
Yuu smiled to himself, his gaze falling on Mika’s sleeping face. He didn’t have a proper chance to look yesterday, both the bar and bedroom being rather on the dark side but now, in broad day light (well, the small sliver peeking through a gap in the curtains), Yuu could see that Mika was older than him. Not much older, perhaps a year or two, so really it didn’t matter. You could hardly tell. It’s just something about the way Mika carried himself that gave off an air of maturity. Is not like Yuu really cared. In all honestly, older men had more experience and were way better at sex. Mika seemed plenty competent in that department.
Yesterday was mind-blowing, Yuu thought to himself, unable to find a better way to describe it. Intense, hot, thrilling. Almost like back in Nagano with Shiho…
Yuu grimaced, good mood draining out of him like water through a sieve. He rolled onto his back and rubbed a hand over his face, heaving in a deep sigh. Why the hell did he have to think of that guy? This is fine, he’s happy now. He has a new job, a new house, and every so often a new man in his bed. He can start over. He is ready to start over.
So why in all of the seven realms is he stuck comparing everyone to him?
Suddenly angry at himself, Yuuichiro threw off the covers, slid out of bed and shuffled over to the bathroom to splash some cold water over his face, but one look at the blinking digital clock on the nightstand froze him. Under no magical spell this time, cold dread seeped through his body. All thoughts of the past and immediate future were replaced with one thought:
Dude, I’m gonna be late.
Yuu cursed loudly and began to scour the floor to find his clothes. Once enough had been found to make himself presentable, Yuu glanced over to Mika, who was still soundly asleep, snoring slightly. Shaking his head with a somewhat exasperated smile Yuuichiro grabbed a pen from the nearby table and walked over to the bed.
Carefully he took one of Mika’s wrists and wrote on his forearm in big messy letters his number. As an afterthought Yuuichiro added the word ‘YUU’ underneath.
He dropped Mika’s hand as the man began to stir. Bright azure eyes opened slightly and a megawatt smile emptied on that gorgeous face. Grinning as well, Yuuichiro leaned down to press a small, chaste kiss on Mika’s lips. Mika moved to deepen it but Yuu stepped back and was out of the door before Mika had sat up.
Now he was definitely going to be late, damn it.