More Touya/Yukito! Smutt-ish
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lecanisKink-meme fill thing for CLAMP kink. Touya/Yuki, NC-17 or so.
It’s not the first time they’ve had this fight. Every time Touya falls asleep in class, there’s that look, that frown, that returned roll of the eyes, the glare, the look away.
There’s that understood ‘it wasn’t worth it’ and ‘it was more than worth it’ that passes between them, silently.
And then sometimes, it happens when they’re studying together in Touya’s room, and the words actually come out. The accusations of caring too much and not caring enough and worrying over the wrong things get louder and louder, until finally Sakura or Touya’s father or someone makes enough noise in the other room to remind the two teens they’re in the house, and Touya claps a hand over his mouth and sulkily goes back to studying, and Yukito picks up his books and leaves.
This time, though, there’s no one home.
This time, there’s no one to stop the spiral down into sheer dumb rage and hormones.
By the time they run out of words, both boys are breathing hard, fists clenched, Touya’s larger body bowed a little to get in close to Yukito’s face, harsh words coming out loud enough to make the smaller young man take a step back, retreating from the onslaught.
By the time Touya opens his mouth to follow up with the next assault, Yukito is moving, pushing, both hands in Touya’s chest, bearing him down to the floor as his entire body follows. The broad-shouldered athlete stumbles back, hits the ground hard, not because he couldn’t have stopped it but because a physical attack is the last thing he expected from his friend.
No, wait. The last thing he expects is the thing that happens next, the hotness of lips against lips, the suddenness of a tongue in his mouth and hands jerking at his clothing, unrelenting and desperate for all their smallness.
Or perhaps the absolute last thing that he expects is the surge of anger and lust that goes through him, the way he both wants Yukito and doesn’t want to let him win, not like this. He isn’t about to let Yukito take him, here on the floor, bending over him with that smirk on his face now that he’s broken the kiss. No.
Touya shifts, both hands going to Yukito’s waist, jerking him up off him just enough to manage a roll, then shoves his smaller boyfriend against the floor, hard enough to jar the light-haired boy a little, hard enough to knock the wind from him.. He’d feel guilty, normally, but at this moment he can’t bring himself to care, too caught up in showing Yukito just how much Touya isn’t fragile, magic or no magic.
There was a slight cry of protest, but it disappears quickly into a new kiss, hard and fast, and it’s further lost in the sound of rustling clothing... and Touya is a little surprised to see that Yukito is still helping with that, jerking at both their clothing in the effort to get them in contact.
Never mind taking things off completely. It’s enough that their torsos are touching, that their hardening lengths are smearing wetness against each other, that their bodies are shoving close and creating friction.
Gasps into the kiss on both sides turn harsher as two hands both push between them, each lover wrapping a hand around the other and tugging, the strokes quick and careless, almost painful on both sides. Not enough lubrication, no attempt to keep things in control or tease or tempt, but the race toward orgasm continues anyway, fast and furious, a quick tight spiral that takes them down, down, down...
And it doesn’t matter that Touya is on top, that he’s bent over Yukito’s body, that he’s the one controlling the kiss still passing back and forth between them between sounds.
Because in the end, it’s Yukito staring up at him, breaking the kiss and bringing his fingers up to his lips, sticky with Touya’s seed, lapping at them to show just how sweet victory is.
While Touya, spent and weakening, crawls down his lover’s body, looking up at him with hazy eyes and making one last attempt to even the score somehow before his mouth becomes busy otherwise.
“I did it because I love you.”
He’ll pretend the cry as he takes Yukito in his mouth is a surrender.
It’s not the first time they’ve had this fight. Every time Touya falls asleep in class, there’s that look, that frown, that returned roll of the eyes, the glare, the look away.
There’s that understood ‘it wasn’t worth it’ and ‘it was more than worth it’ that passes between them, silently.
And then sometimes, it happens when they’re studying together in Touya’s room, and the words actually come out. The accusations of caring too much and not caring enough and worrying over the wrong things get louder and louder, until finally Sakura or Touya’s father or someone makes enough noise in the other room to remind the two teens they’re in the house, and Touya claps a hand over his mouth and sulkily goes back to studying, and Yukito picks up his books and leaves.
This time, though, there’s no one home.
This time, there’s no one to stop the spiral down into sheer dumb rage and hormones.
By the time they run out of words, both boys are breathing hard, fists clenched, Touya’s larger body bowed a little to get in close to Yukito’s face, harsh words coming out loud enough to make the smaller young man take a step back, retreating from the onslaught.
By the time Touya opens his mouth to follow up with the next assault, Yukito is moving, pushing, both hands in Touya’s chest, bearing him down to the floor as his entire body follows. The broad-shouldered athlete stumbles back, hits the ground hard, not because he couldn’t have stopped it but because a physical attack is the last thing he expected from his friend.
No, wait. The last thing he expects is the thing that happens next, the hotness of lips against lips, the suddenness of a tongue in his mouth and hands jerking at his clothing, unrelenting and desperate for all their smallness.
Or perhaps the absolute last thing that he expects is the surge of anger and lust that goes through him, the way he both wants Yukito and doesn’t want to let him win, not like this. He isn’t about to let Yukito take him, here on the floor, bending over him with that smirk on his face now that he’s broken the kiss. No.
Touya shifts, both hands going to Yukito’s waist, jerking him up off him just enough to manage a roll, then shoves his smaller boyfriend against the floor, hard enough to jar the light-haired boy a little, hard enough to knock the wind from him.. He’d feel guilty, normally, but at this moment he can’t bring himself to care, too caught up in showing Yukito just how much Touya isn’t fragile, magic or no magic.
There was a slight cry of protest, but it disappears quickly into a new kiss, hard and fast, and it’s further lost in the sound of rustling clothing... and Touya is a little surprised to see that Yukito is still helping with that, jerking at both their clothing in the effort to get them in contact.
Never mind taking things off completely. It’s enough that their torsos are touching, that their hardening lengths are smearing wetness against each other, that their bodies are shoving close and creating friction.
Gasps into the kiss on both sides turn harsher as two hands both push between them, each lover wrapping a hand around the other and tugging, the strokes quick and careless, almost painful on both sides. Not enough lubrication, no attempt to keep things in control or tease or tempt, but the race toward orgasm continues anyway, fast and furious, a quick tight spiral that takes them down, down, down...
And it doesn’t matter that Touya is on top, that he’s bent over Yukito’s body, that he’s the one controlling the kiss still passing back and forth between them between sounds.
Because in the end, it’s Yukito staring up at him, breaking the kiss and bringing his fingers up to his lips, sticky with Touya’s seed, lapping at them to show just how sweet victory is.
While Touya, spent and weakening, crawls down his lover’s body, looking up at him with hazy eyes and making one last attempt to even the score somehow before his mouth becomes busy otherwise.
“I did it because I love you.”
He’ll pretend the cry as he takes Yukito in his mouth is a surrender.
