When Masamune wants Yukimura, he tries to be sly about it. Of course, he's never been one for subtlety, so it's a lot of groping hands, and slow but deliberate looks. He loves the way Yukimura shivers when the dragon's own hot lips are whispering sweet nothings into his ear. There's something about the way the muscles on his thighs always tense when Masamune slides his firm hand between them. God, the red on the other's face delights him to no end. And he wants Yukimura's eyes on him as he slowly takes that evening's dinner into his mouth, sliding his tongue along his upper lip. Blinking for just long enough that it's quite obviously on purpose, his silver eye slides up as his lid opens; his focus entirely on the way Yukimura has locked onto him. The dragon smirks as the other swallows audibly.

Sometimes Yukimura snaps first, pushing him onto the bed (or the couch, or the floor). With movement like a tidal wave, he kisses roughly as he strips off his lover's clothing in the swift moments of one accustomed to such an activity.

Sometimes, Masamune coaxes Yukimura on to him-left hand pulling him in close while the other slips under his shirt. Sometimes he backs Yukimura up into wall, rough and hungry and desperate to have him.

Regardless, he doesn't ask for permission, not with words, anyways.

They always lock eyes before the act is committed. It happened the first time and it's been happening ever since-a moment of silence as they glare each other down and then size each other back up again. He can't say it. He never has. Masamune will never admit to the fear that grips his throat or the unpleasant feeling in his stomach. It's stupid and he knows it, but the thought of refusal leaves him quivering. They've come this far, there is no reason to fear. He should be over this by now, the scars from before. They shouldn't hold him back. They shouldn't render him immobile. He tells himself this and yet still he doesn't move.

But this is okay. Yukimura understands the silence far better than Masamune gives him credit for. He takes the lead and kisses the other softly. With this the spell breaks. They commence their love making with just as savagery as before.

Because Yukimura is far stronger than Masamune in matters such as these.

When he wants Masamune, he is direct. Though he was shy at first, the more time passed the more silly it all became. Nothing was impure about how he felt for Masamune. Surely this pounding in his chest, this firestorm in his veins was not something to be scorned or hidden. Their feelings were equal and they were together-so stating such things came as something of pride.

At first it had been form of hand squeezes. His face was solid red, but he didn't avert his eyes from the other. It had taken Masamune a full five minutes to figure out what it was that he wanted, but the surprise quickly changed to a smirk.

After that, he got more direct, walking up to Masamune and kissing him fully on the lips. When he pulled back, their bodies weren't touching, but Masamune felt pinned down by the weight of those eyes.

Later, much later, he would simply take Masamune's hand in his and state matter-of-factly: "Masamune-Dono, I would like to have sex with you."

The first time he said that, Masamune spilled hot coffee all over himself and they didn't end having sex at because of the burns he sustained. The tiger had apologized profusely and of course acted more carefully after that, but he kept up with the habit of verbal communication. There was nothing wrong with his feelings after all, and Masamune had the right to know.

And in the end, regardless of who started it, they always wound up in a pile of limbs and contented sighs. They were in this together. They wanted each other, and they had each other.

End