"I know you don't actually care about me. That you're just lashing out at Yukimura."
Atobe smiled sadly. As usual, Echizen had hit the nail right on the bed. He waited for the boy to throw a tantrum. But Echizen only shrugged.
"I don't care. Just so long as while you're with me, you're actually here with me. Right now, you belong to me. I don't care," he said as he straddled Atobe's lap.
"Yes you do."
Atobe mused that even though he would eventually return to Yukimura's side, it didn't mean he couldn't have his fun. Atobe did not like being tied down. He liked his freedom.
Echizen was about to kiss Atobe when he stopped. Pulled his head back. He cupped Atobe's face in his hands.
"Tezuka might attract everyone. But you beat him, Monkey King. Fair and square. His shoulder is better now. And even if it wasn't, it was his choice. He could have stopped. He knew what he was doing, what you were doing. He decided to keep playing."
"I know." And Atobe did know. But it was nice to hear someone else say it.
"Now kiss me, my Monkey King."
And because Atobe had been planning on doing so anyway, he obliged.
As they made out against the wall, Atobe's thoughts were elsewhere. They always returned to Yukimura. It was pathetic, Atobe knew. He was reduced to hooking up with underclassmen, albeit this was a talented underclassman. He shut his brain down so he could properly enjoy Echizen's rough fingers and talented tongue.