Gift for a friend. I don't own anything. Sex scene ahead, this hath been your disclaimer.
Atem leaned back onto the futon, ankles crossed and a fresh cigarette between his lips, his art history textbook discarded to the floor and his long legs stretched out in front of him. He was clad in only his denims, choosing to forego a shirt whenever possible. He groaned and rubbed his temples, the research for his paper being more strenuous than expected. Fortunately, that was his last bit of homework for the day, the fifth assignment of the evening, but by far the most difficult. He rummaged through the pockets of his ratty dark jeans and brought out a lighter, looking up to see Yugi crinkle his nose at him in disapproval, discarding his things to the side. His boyfriend had just arrived and tapped his toe at the other. He rolled his eyes, not having yet lit the smoke.
"I thought you were quitting." Atem watched as Yugi leaned against the door frame, arms crossed with pursed lips and puffed cheeks.
"Don't pout like that. I said that I would think about it, not that I would begin today." He spoke the words through his cigarette, the white stick wobbling between his lips and inhibiting his speech slightly. "Besides, it relaxes me." He brought the lighter up, flicking his thumb to strike up the lighter and take a long drag as he held the flame to the tip, the embers glowing while it caught. He closed his eyes, letting the fire die and bringing his hand down, taking the cigarette out from his lips to exhale, eyes fluttering back open. He flicked his gaze to Yugi's lips, then back to his violet eyes.
"Hmm." Yugi's disapproval was evident with the way he sauntered over, kicking the door behind him. Atem liked to see him riled up like that, admittedly. It always added a slight cock to his hips that tantalized him. "You know, Yami, they say kissing a smoker is like licking an ashtray."
"Is it?" Atem laughed lightly at the use of his nickname, placing a hand on Yugi's knee after the boy plopped down beside him, facing him. Contact was important to Atem; since meeting in their summer semester in an ancient studies class, they had become inseparable. He placed the cigarette between his lips again, only to have it taken from him by Yugi's dexterous fingers. He exhaled the smoke away from Yugi, not wanting it to wind up in his lover's face.
Yami was pulled in for a sloppy kiss, Yugi making him gasp by nipping at his lower lip before making sure to dip his tongue behind Atem's teeth, stroking the top of his mouth where he was sensitive, his free hand fisted in the elder's hair as there had been no shirt on him to be dragged forward by. His eyes fluttered shut once more, a low moan rumbling up from his chest. He nearly whined when Yugi tore himself away, a playful smirk gracing his handsome features. Atem smiled back sheepishly.
"Experts say?" He liked that spark behind Yugi's eyes, it sent shivers down his spine.
"Experts say try it for yourself." Yugi put the cigarette between his own lips, making Yami frown before reaching to take it out of the other's mouth before he would be able to inhale. He snuffed it out in the ashtray beside them and furrowed his brow, sulking slightly, before leaning forward to brush his knuckles across Yugi's jaw.
"Just because my health is suffering, doesn't mean I want yours to do the same." Of course, he knew that the second-hand smoke was hardly good for the other, either. He huffed lightly, wearing a pout of his own. He knew he was being hypocritical, but he hated the thought of Yugi ending up with the same dependency he had developed. "I see your point, and I apologize, but it was my only vice for a very long time. It's not going to be easy to give up. Even if I have something much more tantalizing to breathe in now." Yugi smiled softly, pressing a slower, softer kiss to Atem's lips.
A pleasant weight made its way onto Atem's lap while Yugi crawled on top of him, smiling down at him deviously, a blush dusting across his face that Yami could not help his fingertips from reaching out to brush lightly across. Their relationship had been becoming more serious, and as their trust began to build, they became more daring. Yugi let his hands travel down Yami's bare chest, dipping along his rib cage and across his defined abs, lower to his waist band. Yami felt the heat rising to his cheeks, Yugi's legs now situated comfortably on either side of him.
"Maybe I can help you relax, instead?" Yami shivered, watching Yugi's bottom lip disappear, being chewed on nervously, thoughtfully. "Do you trust me?"
Atem captured Yugi's lips in a hungry kiss, bruising, needy, answering Yugi in the best way he knew how. He felt that weight shift, as his lover began to suck and nip along his neck, he had somehow slid between Atem's legs which had opened for him. They had been working up to this over the last several weeks. While Yami was nervous to go all the way, he had complete faith in his partner to take good care of him. Yugi undid Yami's loose jeans, and began to rub him through the cotton of his boxer-briefs. Atem gasped inside of his mouth once more and lifted his hips so that Yugi could pull both offending articles down and off to leave the man completely naked.
"This is hardly fair." He smiled up at Yugi with a flush rising up from his chest, his hair disheveled, supporting himself with his elbows. He had never been ashamed of his body, and he enjoyed the obvious stirring in Yugi's own tight black pants and he flicked his gaze down to that growing arousal only to drag it back across the tight lean body up back to those wanton violet eyes meaningfully.
"Fuck." Atem sniggered while Yugi scrambled to get out of his own clothes with a bit of difficulty. The younger rarely ever used off-color language, but whenever he did, Yami found it ridiculously charming. Yugi's clumsy eagerness only wound Atem up further, and he leaned forward to lift Yugi's shirt over his head, dragging his tongue up his torso as he did so and flinging the shirt across the room as if it had personally offended him. He pulled his now naked lover into him, moaning at the heat of flesh against flesh as he initiated a hot and needy kiss, wrapping his legs around Yugi's waist to drag his body closer.
He bucked his hips up, instigating a sweet friction for them both and positively purring when Yugi ground his hips down in retaliation. Yugi's own pleasant moans traveled to the tip of Atem's arousal and he unconsciously dragged his nails down Yugi's back, gasping.
"Yugi, please. I want you. All of you." He panted against Yugi's lips, lifting his hips up into him.
"Are you sure?" They had only worked up to fingers, both of them wanting to make sure they were ready before they went all the way. While both of them were far from virgin status, Yugi was often the one to receive, and Atem up until Yugi lacked that level of trust with his other partners. But despite the new roles, they both had that trust to support the undeniable lust.
Yami sat up to grab their lubricant, handing the bottle to Yugi with a tight, excited smile. He kissed his lover softly, laying back and spreading his legs with a blush.
"I trust you." He laughed lightly while Yugi leaned down to kiss him, fervently, enthusiasm deepening the kiss while Yugi reached under and began to prepare his lover. Yami lifted his hips, allowing Yugi access to those angles that made his toes curl, fisting the sheets and moaning for the younger man. He felt as if his voice was somehow no longer attached to his body, moans and keens and gasps pushing their way from his lips as he rocked up onto the fingers until he felt ready. He took Yugi's wrist, stopping him and licking his lips lightly.
"I didn't want to finish too soon." He laughed shyly, a good look for him, taking the bottle of lube and adding generous amounts to his palm before sliding it over Yugi's neglected arousal. He grinned at the light hiss of pleasure from Yugi's lips, lining him up and smiling up at him.
As Yugi sank into him, curse words freely sputtering through his teeth, Yami rolled his head back, wincing slightly. They took it slow, giving Atem time to adjust as he was entered, feeling a pleasant warmth spread through him as he was stretched and filled, his head rolling, eyelashes fluttering, and his breathing labored. When finally, Yugi was sheathed entirely inside of him, he paused, kissing across Atem's face lightly before resting his forehead against the other's.
"Are you okay?" Yugi panted down at Yami, who reached up to tangle his hands in that crazy head of hair to kiss him slowly, desperately, feeling himself adjust.
"Y-yes, fuck." He gave an experimental twitch of his hips up onto Yugi's thick erection, swiveling them slightly and smiling at the effect it had on the other, who kissed his forehead before withdrawing, only to rock it back in, making Yami gasp and roll up farther. He laughed lightly as Yugi paused again, unsure of how much Yami could take. "We've only just started, don't tell me you're giving up."
He gasped as Yugi began to roll into him, snapping his hips pleasantly, and pressing his lips to his ear to whisper hotly.
"I wouldn't dream of it." Yami moaned low in his throat, wrapping his legs around Yugi's waist, and meeting his thrusts up. The angle they were at encouraged Yugi's hips to be at an angle to press into Yami's sweet spot, making him cry out, locking their lips to kiss the youth sloppily. He moaned around Yugi's tongue before the boy pulled away with a slick smack of their lips. "You like this, Yami? Does this feel good?"
Atem whined, his back arching. He felt high, distant, but somehow simultaneously present and wrapped up in sensation, slamming his hips up, unaware of the pleas beginning to fly from his lips.
"Please, Yugi, fuck, don't stop. You feel good, please don't stop." The sound of Yugi's own moans in response only drove Atem closer to the edge.
"A-atem, I think I'munna-"Atem gasped as he was suddenly seized by the hips, being slammed into and filled up with Yugi's hot seed, making him crash into his own release, the waves rolling up his spine, his toes curling and his heels driving into the younger, pushing him closer before he fell back, eyes locked on the ceiling, though his gaze was vapid, distant. A lazy grin spread across his face while they both caught their breath, a champagne like fizzle bubbling up his spine to the top of his head.
He winced lightly as Yugi pulled out of him, immediately pulling him into his arms to shower him with kisses, rubbing his lower back lightly. Yami rolled them so that he was on top of Yugi, blushing when he felt Yugi's seed drip out of him. They were both in need of a shower, something to pursue for sure in the morning. He kissed his lover happily, lazily, stroking his jaw.
"Was that- are you okay?" Violet eyes danced with concern, making Yami feel warm before kissing the concern away.
"I've never felt better." He smiled softly, grabbing his cigarettes and throwing them into the wastebasket. He had a better vice any way, one that focused on new beginnings instead of the fast endings of instant gratification.