Squeal for me
Shuichi shifted his position on Yuki's desk, caught his foot behind his own leg and fell down with a thud and a high-pitched squeal. Yuki, who had been reading on the couch, peered up from his book, an eyebrow quirked above his eyes to find Shuichi sprawled out on the floor, his face flushed beyond belief. "Are you alright, you bloody idiot?" Yuki asked, but he got no answer until he closed his book to fling it somewhere in a corner of his room.
"Still alive. I think." Shuichi crawled to the couch, climbing onto it with a sigh.
"Why the hell did you squeal? I mean, why didn't you groan or anything?" Now it was Shuichi's turn to look at his lover with a quirked eyebrow. "Because I reserve those noises for when we're having sex, that's why." he said, rolling his eyes and nuzzling himself against Yuki's shoulder.
Yuki burst out in mocking laughter, after he had pushed the younger boy away from him, who was now leaning with his back against the armrest, forcing his legs onto Yuki's lap.
"Do you think you don't squeal while we're having sex?" Shuichi's eyes widened in disbelief. "I don't squeal! Do I squeal? No! I don't squeal!" Yuki smirked as he pushed Shuichi's legs off of his lap, nearly causing the boy to fall off the couch. "You squeal like a stuck pig. You whimper. And if I wasn't so sure you liked it I'd say you cry too." "I DO NOT, I HARDLY MAKE A SOU-MMF" Shuichi's words were cut of, because Yuki had placed his hand over the boy's mouth, succesfully shutting him up. The older writer had moved so his body was pressing that of Shuichi down against the couch, effectively immobilizing him. The poor boy could hardly move, and looked up at Yuki with big, pleading puppy dog eyes.
"Shut up. You squeal, and you know it. So drop it, unless you want me to prove my point." Shuichi flicked the tip of his tongue teasingly across Yuki's palm, so faintly he was sure it tickled him.Yuki reacted by jumping off the couch with a small gasp, losing his balance and landing on his back. Shuichi moved as fast as lightning, jumping atop the other and straddling his hips with a cry of joy. "You're ticklish! The great, big, bad and grumpy Eiri Yuki is ticklish!" Shuichi couldn't believe his luck. This was valuable knowledge.
Yuki was still literally floored and perplexed, and there was no way in hell Shuichi wouldn't take advantage of this situation. He moved his hand to Yuki's sides, fingers busily searching for that sweet spot.
"Shuichi, you fucking brat, get the hell off meeeheeheehee or I'll fucking killheeheeheeheehee." It was hard for the writer to insult his assailant when he was in a constant fit of giggling,
"Not until I hear you-" And here Yuki squealed loudly. Shuichi had found a most sensitive spot just underneath Yuki's armpits, and immediatly began abusing it, his fingers pressing against it like it was a button. Shuichi halted his assault, grinning down at the sight of a writhing, whimpering and sweating Yuki beneath him. How he wished he had a camera at hand. He leant down to nibble at his lover's earlobe, leaving a thin trace of saliva as he licked a path to Yuki's lips, nipping at his lower lip.
But Yuki had caught his breath and had quickly moved his hand up for his fingers to tangle with Shuchi's hair, and he pulled his head away from his own. With a deadly glare he spoke to a now terrified Shuichi: "I am SO fucking your brains out, tonight."
Poor Shuichi gulped.
Whoa. Never thought I'd add another story on here. I just love the thought of Yuki being teased, but in the end he'll get his way again. Hmm. Ah well, at least Shuichi had his minute of fun.