YuBo WAVE!2

Entry #11.


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-To Care and Caress-

He woke up that morning, not from the sunlight but to something much warmer, his lover. His eyes opened, slowly, to the sight of limbs tangled wit his own. There were arms draped over his chest and buried beneath the blankets. Hot breaths were tickling the back of his neck and he finally, fully woke up with a smile. He did not intend to move, any time soon but there were certain matters that he had to attend to, in the bathroom.

Besides, he could just slide back in and pretend he never got up.

Boris returned after a moment and he found Yuriy sprawled out on his back, as the sun splayed across his nude flesh. He had to stop for a moment and he sat on the bed, only to stare. Red hairs, fiery sinews, were scattered upon the white pillow and a few audacious strands stuck to his cheek. Boris gently brushed them away and in return, his name was whispered, in a sleepy breath.

''Boris…''

''Yuriy…''

Blue eyes gazed upon a loving, morning smile and the same satiated grin cured onto his lips. It was greeted with a kiss that loomed over him and hid the sun within his shadow. The warm hand continued to press against his cheek, as it rested there and Yuriy slowly closed his eyes again.

Boris watched him closely and his silvery orbs continued to take in all his lover's features, like before, and once again, he was tempted to touch. A content gaze was just not enough. His palm trailed down from the reddened flesh, caressed by a blush as well, until he cupped Yuriy's jaw, then his chin and followed to the other side.

''Boris, what are you doing?'' He asked, in a faint murmur.

Fingers then touched the moving lips and shushed them with a soft stroke. A mile surfaced in his wake. Boris moved his hand and ghosted it down Yuriy's neck, along his bare shoulder and when he touched the subtle collarbone, he followed the path across his chest. Every dip was so soft. A small groan resonated from the throat he left behind.

His entire hand then smoothed down along his stomach and graced every curve, indent, and scar, with a fluttering caress. The digits then disappeared beneath the blanket but Boris did not need to guide his hand. He wanted to touch everywhere and his eyes yearned to watch. His hand slid down onto Yuriy's thigh and squeezed. He received a moan and the expression on his face was satisfying.

A lusty sound escaped past pursed lips, a second time, and a third, as Boris caressed the inner most flesh of his thigh and loved it as much as he had the night before. He continued lower though, his journey was not done just yet. He trailed his fingers down his leg and followed the same path upwards again. At the juncture, between Yuriy's shoulder and neck, Boris stroked a hand down his arm and slowly lifted it, until he held his wrist.

Yuriy opened his eyes more so, for every inch his arm was raised, and when it stopped, he smiled at the lips kissing his hand.

-EndE-