Yang and Blake had been dating awhile. But still not long enough that she wouldn't be distracted by those abs.
Especially when other distractions were literally bound and out of the picture. Yang was actually - she was head over heels for Blake girl or boy, but growing up she'd been with guys way more often -
And frankly, they had nothing on Blake. He was - he was hot.
"Are you just gonna stare?" Blake drawled, his tone dry and golden eyes shifting in the dim light of the room as he dropped his shirt to the floor, just in his binder and black shorts. Damn those muscles were unreal. Yang was almost jealous.
Almost.
But she wasn't really the jealous type.
"If you don't have a problem with it, I don't see why I can't," Yang grinned, leaning against the door frame, her arms crossed, staring unabashedly.
Blake just rolled his eyes. He was still getting comfortable with this situation, but Yang made it easy. She didn't seem to care one way or the other about his whole flickering gender identity, and part of him thought the blonde almost preferred him as a guy.
Which was fine, people could have their preferences. Blake was hardly in a position to argue that.
But it still made him uneasy sometimes, especially when he was back to being a girl.
But Yang never let that stuff bother him for long; she promised she loved him whether he was a guy, a girl, or stuck somewhere in between. And Blake was generally persuaded by her arguments - especially when the girl was all over him, guy or not.
"I just figured, you know, the room's empty, and I'm as good as…you know…" Damn, he'd never been too great at this, his cheeks and the back of his neck suddenly very warm under the brawler's disarming stare.
"Nah, I sorta like the view," Yang taunted, not quite sure how long her willpower would really hold out though, cuz there was a heated yearning in her gut that needed sating now that she knew Blake was game. Plus, he was acting cute and it was doing things to her stomach.
"Well I'm not a damn museum statue, idiot. You can look and touch, you know-"
But Yang had already interrupted with a grin, saying, "You should be with those abs," and kicked the door shut behind her cuz yeah, she couldn't keep up teasing for too long when she had Blake like this.
To the feline's surprise, his girlfriend rubbed her hands across the bare parts of his side, where the binder didn't reach, but then she sank to her knees, and -
"That's a little forward of you," the cat mused, idly playing with Yang's hair, shivering involuntarily.
"Don't get ahead of yourself, champ," the blonde laughed, her breath ghosting over the feline's stomach, and then - oh that was kissing right over the hem of his workout shorts, and Blake's phantom pains had him short of breath because there was something he could feel between his legs throbbing as if it were actually there, and it almost hurt that it wasn't.
Yang smiled, lashing her tongue across that abdomen, scattering kisses up up up-
And then she was standing again, one hand down between Blake's legs, kneading at the outside of his shorts, rubbing in crazy little circles that were driving the cat up the wall.
"Patience," she murmured, her tongue the object of Blake's attention as she - god she was licking her fingers and then she laughed - probably at Blake's awed but extremely anxious expression, pushing into a deep kiss as she slipped her wetted fingers down the hem of his shorts, to the source of all his tension.
"Happy now?"
Blake just growled and kissed her harder.