Title: Winter
Author: Keitorin (Chou ni Natte)
Pairing: Murata x Yuuri
Rating: PG
Summary: Guess who?
Note: I don't know if Bob actually smokes, but he does here. Also, this is set a couple of years into the future.
Prompts: baseball, layers, straddle (Keitorin's Generators: tanomono dot net/generators)
Disclaimer: I don't claim to own Kyou Kara Maou! and I make no money from writing this.
It was winter, and Yuuri was bundled up in warm layers, walking around the school's baseball pitch.
His breath came out in white puffs of air that reminded him of when Bob smoked. Then there'd been that time he'd offered the cigarette to Yuuri. Yuuri had been completely shocked and had declined, but Bob had talked him in to it by saying he could try it this once and never do it again, never be tempted. Despite himself, Yuuri had been curious.
He had spent minutes coughing the smoke out of what felt like his whole being, because he'd breathed in much too deeply. Bob's smirk had told him that he'd not been warned on purpose. It had worked – Yuuri never wanted to touch another cigarette again.
The sound of someone sneezing brought him out of his thoughts, and he started to turn towards them. Before he could, however, a pair of gloved hands covered his eyes.
"Guess who?"
Yuuri grinned and covered the hands, carefully turning to face the person. Then he reached his hands out and carefully touched the person's face and let them wander over it as if he hadn't known from the second he'd heard the sneeze who it was.
"Hmm…these cheeks are kind of soft. A girl?" Yuuri mused. The other made a low protesting noise in his throat.
"No? Ah, but these lips! So soft…" Yuuri trailed his fingers over them, feeling a warm gust of air rush out to meet his fingertips.
"Forget the hair, I think I can figure it out like this…"
Yuuri leaned forward, dislodging the hands but keeping his eyes closed, and pressed his lips onto the other man's almost chastely.
"Mmm…" He murmured, the sound making his lips tingle.
"I don't know, who could it be-?" Yuuri started, but before he could finish his sentence he was pushed to the ground, startled into opening his eyes as Murata straddled his waist.
"Shi-bu-ya!" Murata growled in mock anger, before he leaned down and captured Yuuri's lips in his own.