Alibaba was doing this on purpose.
His bare skin almost gleaming in the sunlight, covered in a light sheen of sweat; his shirt discarded long ago. Blades flashed as Sharrkan and Alibaba jumped, slid, dodged back and forth, blades colliding as they trained.
Hakuryuu was watching them from the sidelines, having tired of his own training earlier that day with no one practice with. And he was surprised, to say the least, at Alibaba's skill. He'd always thought him to be clumsy and only moderate, if not useless, with a sword. Watching him now though, Hakuryuu regretted to say Alibaba could match him, if not beat him, in a fight. But it was not Alibaba's skill with a sword he was watching.
It was his arms, his chest, his tanned skin covering sculpted muscles. Of course, Hakuryuu had seen Alibaba's body before, but the room had been dark and he had been too preoccupied with pleasure to pay much attention. Now was a different matter. Now the sun shone on his toned body, highlighting his broad shoulders and firm chest, catching on his slim hips and pants slipping way too low.
From the smiles he threw Hakuryuu, it was obvious he knew he was watching. And it made him try that much harder, arms flexing as his blade blocked Sharrkan's. It made him just that much more dramatic, stretching a little more then he needed to, twisting and lunging.
It was sweet, sweet torture for Hakuryuu. Impressing to watch, and highly arousing. All he wanted to do was to explore that body with his hands, lick and bite that neck; to feel Alibaba pressing against him and pinning him to the nearest flat surface.
But all he can do is stand there, watching and waiting.
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Alibaba is enjoying this greatly. Hakuryuu has been all but satisfied for the past half hour, and the glances wavering between annoyance and arousal made him grin in amusement.
He should probably stop now, before Hakuryuu finally snaps and takes him right then and there. Fun as that would be, he doesn't think Sharrkan would take it kindly.
"Hey Sharrkan, can we finish for today?"
Without waiting for a reply, he headed towards where Hakuryuu was waiting expectantly.
He stopped before a silent Hakuryuu, opening his mouth to either apologize or tease him more, but didn't get the chance to before the Kou prince was pressed against him, mouth on his own. An appreciative groan rumbled from his throat, and he pressed back eagerly. Hakuryuu's lips parted in invitation, hands wandering to his back and neck, and he complied with a smile, his tongue slipping into Hakuryuu's mouth to taste his lover. His fingers tangles in locks of navy hair, tugging just the way he knew the Kou prince liked, and he was rewarded with a moan. Their tongues slid against each other as Hakuryuu's fingers ran down his back, feather light touches dancing on his skin, arousing him beyond belief. God, he wanted, he needed the Kou prince now. He needed to feel his skin under his hands, needed to see him panting and moaning beneath him, need to be in him.
The slash Around Hakuryuu's waist fell to the ground, Alibaba's fingers working to remove the rest of clothing, but his hands landed on air as Hakuryuu pulled away from him. In his shock, he didn't do anything as Hakuryuu, only centimeters away from his lips, purred, "Watching your training was torture. And now it's your turn."
And with that, Hakuryuu walked away, leaving Alibaba with an almost painful problem to deal with himself.
