Seme!Shuichi (part two)
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kageotogiI continued the gravitation smut. ^^;;;
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Some time passed. Yuki spent much of the day at the local convenience store, buying himself more cigarettes and wondering if Shuichi was actually going to gather up enough nerve to assert himself as a "top player". It was nerve wracking to think about and Yuki couldn't get himself to be even remotely comfortable with the idea. He would have to tell that to Shuichi the minute he got home! Then everything would be all right. Of course it would be. Shuichi would understand.
Yuki walked through the door that afternoon with a cigarette perched jauntily between his lips, prepared to tell Shuichi that he'd changed his mind, but he was immediately attacked by a pink-haired ball of energy and was knocked back onto his ass and knocked the cigarette out of his mouth. He scowled down at Shuichi, who had attached himself to his waist and was currently nuzzling against Yuki's stomach.
"Okaeri, Yuki!"
Rolling his eyes, Yuki sighed. "Tadaima," he answered with a frown. "What's got you so excited?"
"Because I'm having a good day! I wrote a song and I watched some TV and I--"
"Be quiet and let me get up." Yuki scowled at the boy; didn't the idiot know how to shut his mouth?
"Okay." Shuichi sat back on his haunches and grinned. "Yuki, do you remember what you told me this morning?"
Yuki frowned. He knew very well what it was Shuichi meant but he wasn't about to admit it. "That you should keep your mouth shut?"
"No, the other thing!" He wrapped his arms around Yuki's neck, grinning widely. "When you agreed to--"
"Yes, yes, I remember!" Yuki interrupted, pushing the boy away and getting to his feet. He ran a hand through his hair and then lit another cigarette. "About that..."
"What, Yuki?"
Yuki took one look at Shuichi's face and realized he didn't want to have to disappoint the baka at all. So he groaned inwardly and then took a long drag of his cigarette. "Can we get it over with as soon as possible?" he asked finally.
Shuichi looked surprised, but he nodded. "Sure, if you want to." He immediately started talking at a mile a minute. "I sort of thought you were gonna put it off for as long as possible, Yuki! Wow! This is really amazing, y'know that? I never woulda thought that you--"
"Shut up and go to the goddamn bedroom."
"Okay!" Shuichi followed Yuki without hesitation. He was humming to himself, probably one of those annoying songs he sang with his band, which annoyed Yuki slightly, but he decided to let it go. There were going to be a lot of things he'd be unhappy with, most likely.
When they reached the bedroom, Yuki dashed out his cigarette in a convenient ashtray and then started to unbutton his shirt, shedding it grudgingly before he turned to Shuichi. "All right, what do you want me to do?"
"Eh?"
Yuki rolled his eyes. "What do you want me to? You said you wanted to be the one calling the shots for this one, so what is it you want me to do, exactly?"
Shuichi blinked, making Yuki realize just how ignorant this boy really was. "I don't know," he said. "I guess you should get on the bed, huh?"
Yuki rolled his eyes. "That could work," he answered, sitting on the edge of the bed. "Now what?"
"Uh..."
"Am I going to have to walk you through every bit of this?" Yuki asked, annoyed. "It's not that hard, believe me. Just pretend you're me." Seeing the confusion in Shuichi's face, Yuki sighed. "Fine. Then just pretend that you're really horny and I'm trying to work and you're trying to get sex. Got it now?"
"So I have to act cute and be annoying until you finally give in and start to ravage me?"
Yuki paused. "I meant the other way."
"Oh," Shuichi said. Then it seemed to sink in. "OH!" He flushed, which amused Yuki, and then smiled in an embarrassed fashion. "I can do that."
"Then get started, baka."
Nodding wordlessly, Shuichi parted Yuki's legs with his knee and stood between them, circling his arms around Yuki's neck and then touching their foreheads together. Yuki rested his hands on Shuichi's hips, pulling him closer until he could feel Shuichi's body against his own. The pink-haired brat then lowered himself to Yuki's level and kissed him gently, almost as though he was simply teasing the blond. Yuki tried to deepen the kiss, but Shuichi pulled away from him before things could heat up.
"Lie down on the bed?" Shuichi asked breathlessly, letting his hands trace the outline of Yuki's body and run lightly over the top of the blond's legs to his knees. Reminding himself that he'd promised Shuichi this, Yuki did as he was bid, doing his best to make himself comfortable although he knew what was coming up.
Shuichi peeled off his own shirt, throwing it on the floor next to Yuki's, and then climbed up onto the bed, kneeling next to Yuki. Yuki watched him carefully, refusing to take his eyes off of the boy for a moment, as the boy bent over Yuki and started to kiss Yuki's collarbone gently. It tickled slightly, but not enough to bother him. This wasn't so bad.
And then Yuki, laying prone and defenseless on his back, suddenly realized just how vulnerable he was right then and felt himself break out into a cold sweat. He couldn't do this. He wasn't ready, not yet.
"Shuichi..." he said, propping himself up on his elbows. "I can't."
"Mm, Yuki," Shuichi responded, sitting up and smiling at his lover. "I know you can. Just remember that I'm not Kitazawa, okay? He can't hurt you anymore; I won't hurt you."
Yuki was faintly impressed that the baka had finally managed to remember the name of his old tutor, but he only barely registered that. He recognized the words that Shuichi had just uttered; he'd said almost the same thing to Shuichi, once upon a time. It had seemed to work on Shuichi, calming the boy down enough for Yuki to take care of business, but it didn't help him at all now. He sat up all the way and brushed hair away from his face, frowning at Shuichi.
"Not very original, are you?"
Shuichi grinned. "I wondered if you would catch that," he responded, moving so that he could nuzzle his head against the blond's shoulder. He circled his arms around Yuki's waist. "What's wrong, Yuki?"
"I can't do this."
Shuichi made a content sound deep in his throat as he found a nitch for his head in the space between Yuki's head and shoulder. "If you don't want to do this, we don't have to, Yuki. You've had more time to dwell on all of what happened than I did and you weren't even used to being taken like that, either. But it's different now--you have a choice. All you have to do is say you changed your mind and we'll stop, I promise."
Yuki hesitated. He knew in his mind that he wasn't quite ready for something like this, but he also knew that he would ahve to get over it eventually. Besides, this was Shuichi. The baka may have clumsy without any common sense whatsoever, but he wouldn't hurt Yuki at all if he could help it, aside from the usual pains that came with being in such a relationship. Yuki knew that. So why couldn't he shake this feeling?
Shuichi, restless as always, moved again and placed his mouth over Yuki's, kissing him gemtly. Yuki, who had never had any issues concerning kissing, pulled the boy closer and forced him to increase the intensity of the kiss, refusing to let him back away again. The boy had, over the past several months, learned to make his kisses intoxicating, desirable, and almost seductive. Yuki wasn't sure how he'd managed it; he knew for a fact that he hadn't been too prone to let Shuichi practice on him during those first couple months.
When Shuichi pulled away for air, Yuki was only slightly amused to discover that he himself was already half-aroused. Shuichi kissed Yuki's collarbone again.
"What do you want me to do, Yuki?"
Yuki could see the love and passion burning behind Shuichi's eyes and knew that the baka would accept any response Yuki gave him without any questions and that he would not put up a fight. And suddenly Yuki realized that he wanted to make Shuichi happy, at least just this once. And so, hesitating only slightly, Yuki let out a long deep breath, wishing he had a cigarette, and said the words he knew Shuichi wanted to hear.
"Make love to me, Shuichi."
The pink-haired singer, on the verge of squealing in delight, moved so that he was kneeling between Yuki's legs and lowered his mouth to kiss Yuki again. Nothing was left to separate them but a few layers of clothing and Yuki's own fears. Yuki decided not to stifle his moan as Shuichi deepened the kiss, plunging his tongue into Yuki's mouth, nipping at the blond man's lower lip, and then moved to finish the job he'd started earler, unbuckling Yuki's belt and starting to undo the fastenings on Yuki's pants with one hand.
Yuki felt as though his body was burning, almost writhing in fire. All of the stress and tension he's gone through over the past few hours exploded into a form of desire Yuki had never truly known existed in him. The nervousness and uncertainty was still present within him, although less so, but Yuki suddenly wanted to relinquish control to this persistent singer, to give himself up to this foolish boy who had pursued his love even after being rejected and scorned. Yuki pressed his body as close to Shuichi's as possible, trying to reassure himself and build up his confidence via the boy's slight build and gentle hands.
Shuichi was kissing and nipping at the flesh of Yuki's chest and stomach. Yuki hissed when Shuichi bit his hip gently, unable to keep himself from arching against the boy, gasping at the sensation. Shuichi started to grin.
"I guess your ear isn't your only sensitive spot then, is it?"
"Shut up and get on with it," Yuki said with a growl. This foreplay was more familiar to him; he could deal with this. They did this sort of thing even when they were in their usual positions. "Keep that mouth of yours busy."
"Yessir," Shuichi answered. He started to lick small circles over Yuki's stomach, occasionally letting his tongue dart into Yuki's navel. Yuki felt Shuichi's fingers doing something below that, probably trying to discard Yuki's pants, but Yuki couldn't really tell from his vantage point. He watched Shuichi carefully through half-lidded eyes, feeling himself struggle to relax. His heart was racing; he really didn't want to give into this, but for some reason he felt that he owed Shuichi at least this.
Shuichi was suckling on his hip bone, which made Yuki writhe beneath him. "Shuichi," he moaned, not entirely sure what he was asking for, but Shuichi seemed to have a vague idea. He removed Yuki's pants without a word, exposing the blond's erection, and lowered his head to flick his tongue over the tip of his arousal, making Yuki arch off of the bed. This was even more familiar to him than the foreplay had been; Yuki had been given more blow jobs than he count, and not only by Shuichi. This he could deal with.
Yuki's eyes fluttered open as Shuichi licked along the shaft and swirled his tongue around the tip and then moved lower to suckle Yuki's sac. "Shuichi, if you think you're--"
Shuichi raised his head to look at Yuki, silencing the blond without words. The writer was faintly annoyed to see Shuichi smirk. "You talk a lot more when we play around like this than you normally do," he said.
Before Yuki could make a snide reply, Shuichi engulfed Yuki's erection in his mouth, making the blond cry out. Shuichi began to move his mouth over the sensitive skin, creating a pleasant sort of friction. Shuichi managed to establish a sort of rhythm, swirling his tongue over the tip of Yuki's erection just for the hell of it all. The boy had a talented mouth, Yuki had to admit, and just when he felt that he was going to lose control entirely, Shuichi released him, exposing him to the comparatively cold air.
"Mmm," Yuki groaned quietly. His erection was beginning to ache and he just wanted to let it all go, but he knew better than that. Shuichi was running this show, not him. "All right, Shuichi. Show me what you've got."
"Okay," Shuichi answered with a smile. "Where'd you put the lubricant last time we used it?"
"The nightstand," Yuki answered through clenched teeth. All this waiting didn't agree with him.
Shuichi sat up and started to look through the drawer for the half-empty tube of lubrication the couple generally used and squeezed a bit onto his fingers. Looking at it with a critical eye, Yuki noticed that Shuichi had squeezed out almost three times as much of the stuff than was necessary, but he wasn't about to complain. Either Shuichi was trying to be nice or he had no idea what he was doing; either option seemed to work. Locking gazes with Yuki, Shuichi began to lubricate his own erection generously (his pants seemed to have disappeared sometime during all of this) and then reached between Yuki's thighs, his fingers still slippery with extra lubricant. He frowned, trying to figure out what was so supposed to happen next, and Yuki rolled his eyes, arching his back a little more to make his entrance more readily accessible to the baka. He still wasn't entirely comfortable with the idea of being taken, but he wanted it over as quick as possible so things could get back to being business as usual.
Shuichi traced Yuki's entrance lightly and Yuki had to keep himself from shivering. Shuichi took his time about it, but he eventually slipped a finger inside of Yuki, being far more careful than was necessary.
The initial intrusion was almost more than Yuki could handle; the cold sweats returned again, and Yuki's breathing became ragged. His vision blurred momentarily, but he forced himself to stay calm. He couldn't change his mind now that he had let Shuichi get so far along. It wouldn't have been fair, not to Shuichi and definitely not to him. So he bit his lip and decided to bear with it.
Shuichi seemed to notice his lover's hesitation and frowned worriedly. "Yuki, if you want me to stop than I can--"
"Go on and finish the job, baka," Yuki answered gruffly.
Shrugging, Shuichi did as he was told and inserted another finger into Yuki, carefully probing the insides of the blond. The tips of Shuichi's fingers brushed something inside of him and Yuki was unable to keep himself from thrusting back against the boy. The boy almost looked ready to stop; it seemed he had mistaken the surprised and pleased look on Yuki's face for one of pain. He quickly removed his fingers.
"Yuki..."
"Finish what you've started, Shuichi," Yuki scolded breathlessly.
Shuichi nodded, hesitating. He positioned himself between Yuki's thighs and pressed the tip of his arousal against Yuki's entrance, slipping the head inside carefully. He slowly entered Yuki, trying to give the blond time to adjust to the intrusion. Yuki tensed up at the initial pain, but he forced himself to relax, knowing that everything would seem better once he managed to do that. Shuichi seemed to feel the change and he slid all of the way inside Yuki, fully seating himself inside of the blond.
Yuki felt a sense of completeness wash over him and he suddenly knew that he would never feel this way again with anyone aside from Shuichi. When Shuichi began to move inside of him, Yuki couldn't control the sounds that escaped his lips. Shuichi was doing everything so slowly in a way that was nothing short of maddening, and Yuki started to move his hips in time to Shuichi's thrusts, sure that he would lose his mind if he didn't. One of Shuichi's hands moved to circle and stroke Yuki's erection, still slippery from all of the lubricant he'd squeezed out of the tube. Yuki's eyes slid shut as the ministrations continued; he was sure that he was going to explode, knowing that no human body was meant to contain so much pleasure at one time. Every move Shuichi made was almost like a vow, a promise, and it spread through Yuki like wildfire.
"Yuki~iii," Shuichi moaned.
Yuki looked up at the pink-haired boy and let himself smile. This smile turned into something resembling a grimace as his body tensed all on his own and he released his passion all over the two of them.
Seemingly satisfied, Shuichi thrust into Yuki one last time and then let himself go. Yuki felt the warmth pump into his body; it wasn't an uncomfortable experience so much as an unusual one and Yuki wasn't sure if he was relieved or sad when it was over. Shuichi pulled out with one final moan and then collapsed on the bed, falling to one side of Yuki, who shifted over on the bed to keep the boy from landing on him.
The boy curled up against Yuki, panting. "That was..."
"Not as bad as I expected it to be," Yuki said, finishing the sentence for him. "It could have been worse."
Shuichi giggled and Yuki shifted slightly as the pink head of hair tickled his side. "You liked it too," he accused.
"Our agreement was that we would do this one time and then never talk about it again, remember?" Yuki reminded him, smirking inwardly.
"I know. And--"
Yuki cut him off with a gentle kiss. "Go to bed, Shuichi."
"Mmm," Shuichi moaned, seemingly in agreement. Yuki pulled the sheets and covers over them, making a face of disgust when he realized that he was going to be lying in all sorts of bodily fluids for the next few hours, and let Shuichi wrap himself around the blond.
Shuichi fell asleep fairly quickly, but Yuki stayed away for a few hours afterwards. When Shuichi began to snore, the blond got out of bed, being careful not to disturb Shuichi, pulled a bathrobe out of his closet, and then went to sit in front of his computer. He frowned at the screen for a moment before actually placing his fingers on the keys and starting the story where he had left off.
Her tiny smile of gratitude seemed all he needed to pick up where they had left off. Ever so slowly, he slipped his unbuckled belt from around his waist, coiling it in a loose circle before he placed it silently on the table. He sat in the chair across from her, his gaze locked with hers, and then smiled.
"I love you," he said quietly, finally admitting aloud what had been troubling him silently for such a long time...
THE END
(the novel Yuki was "writing" is actually an excerpt from Julie Elizabeth Leto's Up To No Good, which was published in 2003 by Harlequin Books S.A. It has been slightly modified for the purposes of this story.)
And that's the end of my random gratuitous Gravitation smut!
Didn't read the first part? Then click here!
Some time passed. Yuki spent much of the day at the local convenience store, buying himself more cigarettes and wondering if Shuichi was actually going to gather up enough nerve to assert himself as a "top player". It was nerve wracking to think about and Yuki couldn't get himself to be even remotely comfortable with the idea. He would have to tell that to Shuichi the minute he got home! Then everything would be all right. Of course it would be. Shuichi would understand.
Yuki walked through the door that afternoon with a cigarette perched jauntily between his lips, prepared to tell Shuichi that he'd changed his mind, but he was immediately attacked by a pink-haired ball of energy and was knocked back onto his ass and knocked the cigarette out of his mouth. He scowled down at Shuichi, who had attached himself to his waist and was currently nuzzling against Yuki's stomach.
"Okaeri, Yuki!"
Rolling his eyes, Yuki sighed. "Tadaima," he answered with a frown. "What's got you so excited?"
"Because I'm having a good day! I wrote a song and I watched some TV and I--"
"Be quiet and let me get up." Yuki scowled at the boy; didn't the idiot know how to shut his mouth?
"Okay." Shuichi sat back on his haunches and grinned. "Yuki, do you remember what you told me this morning?"
Yuki frowned. He knew very well what it was Shuichi meant but he wasn't about to admit it. "That you should keep your mouth shut?"
"No, the other thing!" He wrapped his arms around Yuki's neck, grinning widely. "When you agreed to--"
"Yes, yes, I remember!" Yuki interrupted, pushing the boy away and getting to his feet. He ran a hand through his hair and then lit another cigarette. "About that..."
"What, Yuki?"
Yuki took one look at Shuichi's face and realized he didn't want to have to disappoint the baka at all. So he groaned inwardly and then took a long drag of his cigarette. "Can we get it over with as soon as possible?" he asked finally.
Shuichi looked surprised, but he nodded. "Sure, if you want to." He immediately started talking at a mile a minute. "I sort of thought you were gonna put it off for as long as possible, Yuki! Wow! This is really amazing, y'know that? I never woulda thought that you--"
"Shut up and go to the goddamn bedroom."
"Okay!" Shuichi followed Yuki without hesitation. He was humming to himself, probably one of those annoying songs he sang with his band, which annoyed Yuki slightly, but he decided to let it go. There were going to be a lot of things he'd be unhappy with, most likely.
When they reached the bedroom, Yuki dashed out his cigarette in a convenient ashtray and then started to unbutton his shirt, shedding it grudgingly before he turned to Shuichi. "All right, what do you want me to do?"
"Eh?"
Yuki rolled his eyes. "What do you want me to? You said you wanted to be the one calling the shots for this one, so what is it you want me to do, exactly?"
Shuichi blinked, making Yuki realize just how ignorant this boy really was. "I don't know," he said. "I guess you should get on the bed, huh?"
Yuki rolled his eyes. "That could work," he answered, sitting on the edge of the bed. "Now what?"
"Uh..."
"Am I going to have to walk you through every bit of this?" Yuki asked, annoyed. "It's not that hard, believe me. Just pretend you're me." Seeing the confusion in Shuichi's face, Yuki sighed. "Fine. Then just pretend that you're really horny and I'm trying to work and you're trying to get sex. Got it now?"
"So I have to act cute and be annoying until you finally give in and start to ravage me?"
Yuki paused. "I meant the other way."
"Oh," Shuichi said. Then it seemed to sink in. "OH!" He flushed, which amused Yuki, and then smiled in an embarrassed fashion. "I can do that."
"Then get started, baka."
Nodding wordlessly, Shuichi parted Yuki's legs with his knee and stood between them, circling his arms around Yuki's neck and then touching their foreheads together. Yuki rested his hands on Shuichi's hips, pulling him closer until he could feel Shuichi's body against his own. The pink-haired brat then lowered himself to Yuki's level and kissed him gently, almost as though he was simply teasing the blond. Yuki tried to deepen the kiss, but Shuichi pulled away from him before things could heat up.
"Lie down on the bed?" Shuichi asked breathlessly, letting his hands trace the outline of Yuki's body and run lightly over the top of the blond's legs to his knees. Reminding himself that he'd promised Shuichi this, Yuki did as he was bid, doing his best to make himself comfortable although he knew what was coming up.
Shuichi peeled off his own shirt, throwing it on the floor next to Yuki's, and then climbed up onto the bed, kneeling next to Yuki. Yuki watched him carefully, refusing to take his eyes off of the boy for a moment, as the boy bent over Yuki and started to kiss Yuki's collarbone gently. It tickled slightly, but not enough to bother him. This wasn't so bad.
And then Yuki, laying prone and defenseless on his back, suddenly realized just how vulnerable he was right then and felt himself break out into a cold sweat. He couldn't do this. He wasn't ready, not yet.
"Shuichi..." he said, propping himself up on his elbows. "I can't."
"Mm, Yuki," Shuichi responded, sitting up and smiling at his lover. "I know you can. Just remember that I'm not Kitazawa, okay? He can't hurt you anymore; I won't hurt you."
Yuki was faintly impressed that the baka had finally managed to remember the name of his old tutor, but he only barely registered that. He recognized the words that Shuichi had just uttered; he'd said almost the same thing to Shuichi, once upon a time. It had seemed to work on Shuichi, calming the boy down enough for Yuki to take care of business, but it didn't help him at all now. He sat up all the way and brushed hair away from his face, frowning at Shuichi.
"Not very original, are you?"
Shuichi grinned. "I wondered if you would catch that," he responded, moving so that he could nuzzle his head against the blond's shoulder. He circled his arms around Yuki's waist. "What's wrong, Yuki?"
"I can't do this."
Shuichi made a content sound deep in his throat as he found a nitch for his head in the space between Yuki's head and shoulder. "If you don't want to do this, we don't have to, Yuki. You've had more time to dwell on all of what happened than I did and you weren't even used to being taken like that, either. But it's different now--you have a choice. All you have to do is say you changed your mind and we'll stop, I promise."
Yuki hesitated. He knew in his mind that he wasn't quite ready for something like this, but he also knew that he would ahve to get over it eventually. Besides, this was Shuichi. The baka may have clumsy without any common sense whatsoever, but he wouldn't hurt Yuki at all if he could help it, aside from the usual pains that came with being in such a relationship. Yuki knew that. So why couldn't he shake this feeling?
Shuichi, restless as always, moved again and placed his mouth over Yuki's, kissing him gemtly. Yuki, who had never had any issues concerning kissing, pulled the boy closer and forced him to increase the intensity of the kiss, refusing to let him back away again. The boy had, over the past several months, learned to make his kisses intoxicating, desirable, and almost seductive. Yuki wasn't sure how he'd managed it; he knew for a fact that he hadn't been too prone to let Shuichi practice on him during those first couple months.
When Shuichi pulled away for air, Yuki was only slightly amused to discover that he himself was already half-aroused. Shuichi kissed Yuki's collarbone again.
"What do you want me to do, Yuki?"
Yuki could see the love and passion burning behind Shuichi's eyes and knew that the baka would accept any response Yuki gave him without any questions and that he would not put up a fight. And suddenly Yuki realized that he wanted to make Shuichi happy, at least just this once. And so, hesitating only slightly, Yuki let out a long deep breath, wishing he had a cigarette, and said the words he knew Shuichi wanted to hear.
"Make love to me, Shuichi."
The pink-haired singer, on the verge of squealing in delight, moved so that he was kneeling between Yuki's legs and lowered his mouth to kiss Yuki again. Nothing was left to separate them but a few layers of clothing and Yuki's own fears. Yuki decided not to stifle his moan as Shuichi deepened the kiss, plunging his tongue into Yuki's mouth, nipping at the blond man's lower lip, and then moved to finish the job he'd started earler, unbuckling Yuki's belt and starting to undo the fastenings on Yuki's pants with one hand.
Yuki felt as though his body was burning, almost writhing in fire. All of the stress and tension he's gone through over the past few hours exploded into a form of desire Yuki had never truly known existed in him. The nervousness and uncertainty was still present within him, although less so, but Yuki suddenly wanted to relinquish control to this persistent singer, to give himself up to this foolish boy who had pursued his love even after being rejected and scorned. Yuki pressed his body as close to Shuichi's as possible, trying to reassure himself and build up his confidence via the boy's slight build and gentle hands.
Shuichi was kissing and nipping at the flesh of Yuki's chest and stomach. Yuki hissed when Shuichi bit his hip gently, unable to keep himself from arching against the boy, gasping at the sensation. Shuichi started to grin.
"I guess your ear isn't your only sensitive spot then, is it?"
"Shut up and get on with it," Yuki said with a growl. This foreplay was more familiar to him; he could deal with this. They did this sort of thing even when they were in their usual positions. "Keep that mouth of yours busy."
"Yessir," Shuichi answered. He started to lick small circles over Yuki's stomach, occasionally letting his tongue dart into Yuki's navel. Yuki felt Shuichi's fingers doing something below that, probably trying to discard Yuki's pants, but Yuki couldn't really tell from his vantage point. He watched Shuichi carefully through half-lidded eyes, feeling himself struggle to relax. His heart was racing; he really didn't want to give into this, but for some reason he felt that he owed Shuichi at least this.
Shuichi was suckling on his hip bone, which made Yuki writhe beneath him. "Shuichi," he moaned, not entirely sure what he was asking for, but Shuichi seemed to have a vague idea. He removed Yuki's pants without a word, exposing the blond's erection, and lowered his head to flick his tongue over the tip of his arousal, making Yuki arch off of the bed. This was even more familiar to him than the foreplay had been; Yuki had been given more blow jobs than he count, and not only by Shuichi. This he could deal with.
Yuki's eyes fluttered open as Shuichi licked along the shaft and swirled his tongue around the tip and then moved lower to suckle Yuki's sac. "Shuichi, if you think you're--"
Shuichi raised his head to look at Yuki, silencing the blond without words. The writer was faintly annoyed to see Shuichi smirk. "You talk a lot more when we play around like this than you normally do," he said.
Before Yuki could make a snide reply, Shuichi engulfed Yuki's erection in his mouth, making the blond cry out. Shuichi began to move his mouth over the sensitive skin, creating a pleasant sort of friction. Shuichi managed to establish a sort of rhythm, swirling his tongue over the tip of Yuki's erection just for the hell of it all. The boy had a talented mouth, Yuki had to admit, and just when he felt that he was going to lose control entirely, Shuichi released him, exposing him to the comparatively cold air.
"Mmm," Yuki groaned quietly. His erection was beginning to ache and he just wanted to let it all go, but he knew better than that. Shuichi was running this show, not him. "All right, Shuichi. Show me what you've got."
"Okay," Shuichi answered with a smile. "Where'd you put the lubricant last time we used it?"
"The nightstand," Yuki answered through clenched teeth. All this waiting didn't agree with him.
Shuichi sat up and started to look through the drawer for the half-empty tube of lubrication the couple generally used and squeezed a bit onto his fingers. Looking at it with a critical eye, Yuki noticed that Shuichi had squeezed out almost three times as much of the stuff than was necessary, but he wasn't about to complain. Either Shuichi was trying to be nice or he had no idea what he was doing; either option seemed to work. Locking gazes with Yuki, Shuichi began to lubricate his own erection generously (his pants seemed to have disappeared sometime during all of this) and then reached between Yuki's thighs, his fingers still slippery with extra lubricant. He frowned, trying to figure out what was so supposed to happen next, and Yuki rolled his eyes, arching his back a little more to make his entrance more readily accessible to the baka. He still wasn't entirely comfortable with the idea of being taken, but he wanted it over as quick as possible so things could get back to being business as usual.
Shuichi traced Yuki's entrance lightly and Yuki had to keep himself from shivering. Shuichi took his time about it, but he eventually slipped a finger inside of Yuki, being far more careful than was necessary.
The initial intrusion was almost more than Yuki could handle; the cold sweats returned again, and Yuki's breathing became ragged. His vision blurred momentarily, but he forced himself to stay calm. He couldn't change his mind now that he had let Shuichi get so far along. It wouldn't have been fair, not to Shuichi and definitely not to him. So he bit his lip and decided to bear with it.
Shuichi seemed to notice his lover's hesitation and frowned worriedly. "Yuki, if you want me to stop than I can--"
"Go on and finish the job, baka," Yuki answered gruffly.
Shrugging, Shuichi did as he was told and inserted another finger into Yuki, carefully probing the insides of the blond. The tips of Shuichi's fingers brushed something inside of him and Yuki was unable to keep himself from thrusting back against the boy. The boy almost looked ready to stop; it seemed he had mistaken the surprised and pleased look on Yuki's face for one of pain. He quickly removed his fingers.
"Yuki..."
"Finish what you've started, Shuichi," Yuki scolded breathlessly.
Shuichi nodded, hesitating. He positioned himself between Yuki's thighs and pressed the tip of his arousal against Yuki's entrance, slipping the head inside carefully. He slowly entered Yuki, trying to give the blond time to adjust to the intrusion. Yuki tensed up at the initial pain, but he forced himself to relax, knowing that everything would seem better once he managed to do that. Shuichi seemed to feel the change and he slid all of the way inside Yuki, fully seating himself inside of the blond.
Yuki felt a sense of completeness wash over him and he suddenly knew that he would never feel this way again with anyone aside from Shuichi. When Shuichi began to move inside of him, Yuki couldn't control the sounds that escaped his lips. Shuichi was doing everything so slowly in a way that was nothing short of maddening, and Yuki started to move his hips in time to Shuichi's thrusts, sure that he would lose his mind if he didn't. One of Shuichi's hands moved to circle and stroke Yuki's erection, still slippery from all of the lubricant he'd squeezed out of the tube. Yuki's eyes slid shut as the ministrations continued; he was sure that he was going to explode, knowing that no human body was meant to contain so much pleasure at one time. Every move Shuichi made was almost like a vow, a promise, and it spread through Yuki like wildfire.
"Yuki~iii," Shuichi moaned.
Yuki looked up at the pink-haired boy and let himself smile. This smile turned into something resembling a grimace as his body tensed all on his own and he released his passion all over the two of them.
Seemingly satisfied, Shuichi thrust into Yuki one last time and then let himself go. Yuki felt the warmth pump into his body; it wasn't an uncomfortable experience so much as an unusual one and Yuki wasn't sure if he was relieved or sad when it was over. Shuichi pulled out with one final moan and then collapsed on the bed, falling to one side of Yuki, who shifted over on the bed to keep the boy from landing on him.
The boy curled up against Yuki, panting. "That was..."
"Not as bad as I expected it to be," Yuki said, finishing the sentence for him. "It could have been worse."
Shuichi giggled and Yuki shifted slightly as the pink head of hair tickled his side. "You liked it too," he accused.
"Our agreement was that we would do this one time and then never talk about it again, remember?" Yuki reminded him, smirking inwardly.
"I know. And--"
Yuki cut him off with a gentle kiss. "Go to bed, Shuichi."
"Mmm," Shuichi moaned, seemingly in agreement. Yuki pulled the sheets and covers over them, making a face of disgust when he realized that he was going to be lying in all sorts of bodily fluids for the next few hours, and let Shuichi wrap himself around the blond.
Shuichi fell asleep fairly quickly, but Yuki stayed away for a few hours afterwards. When Shuichi began to snore, the blond got out of bed, being careful not to disturb Shuichi, pulled a bathrobe out of his closet, and then went to sit in front of his computer. He frowned at the screen for a moment before actually placing his fingers on the keys and starting the story where he had left off.
Her tiny smile of gratitude seemed all he needed to pick up where they had left off. Ever so slowly, he slipped his unbuckled belt from around his waist, coiling it in a loose circle before he placed it silently on the table. He sat in the chair across from her, his gaze locked with hers, and then smiled.
"I love you," he said quietly, finally admitting aloud what had been troubling him silently for such a long time...
(the novel Yuki was "writing" is actually an excerpt from Julie Elizabeth Leto's Up To No Good, which was published in 2003 by Harlequin Books S.A. It has been slightly modified for the purposes of this story.)
And that's the end of my random gratuitous Gravitation smut!
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Date: 2003-12-12 06:42 am (UTC)I love stories when the usual 'roles' are switched. Thanks for posting! :D
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Date: 2003-12-12 10:33 am (UTC)So sweet.
So cute.
So full of Yaoi goodness!! =^-^=
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Date: 2003-12-12 12:31 pm (UTC)Yay! So cute and so definitely in character. I loved Shuichi. *sniffle* He's so great.
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Date: 2003-12-14 06:32 am (UTC)wonderfulwonderful
Date: 2003-12-12 06:40 pm (UTC)Re: wonderfulwonderful
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Date: 2003-12-17 08:11 pm (UTC)Other than the possible theft, awesome. I love seeing Yuki as an uke. He`s so cute!
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Date: 2003-12-17 10:59 pm (UTC)Links would be much appreciated.
On the other hand, thank you so much for bringing this to my attention!
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Date: 2003-12-18 07:29 am (UTC)http://www.fanfiction.net/read.php?storyid=1592998
and here`s the line that was scarily similar.
Eiri loved his cigarettes. There was something comforting about cigarettes that made you ignore the blatant warnings of cancer on every box... Eiri liked the fact that smoking was mindless, and he could drift into thoughtless white space whenever the nicotine was in his system. Nicotine buzzes were bliss incarnate.
I notice that the wording of your section has changed since then, it`s better know. Before you ahd the exact wording on the "Loved his cigarrettes" "ignore blatant cancer warnings" and "Nicotine buzzes were bliss incarnate"
Great fic anyways!
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