A/N: Prompt 019 | Addicted, for lover100 on livejournal. Please enjoy!
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Whatever It Is
We began it all in secrecy. I don't know how my friends would have felt, knowing that while we were in high school, I was doing things they couldn't imagine with a three thousand year old spirit. Even now, to myself, the thought is ever so slightly unsettling.
But then he touches me, and I don't feel that way anymore.
Maybe it's the smell of his skin when it is pressed close to my own. Like some unknown chemical reaction is taking place on our bodies. He smells like sand and secrets and mischief. If those things can really have a scent. To me, they do. And perhaps that is what I desire most. I don't know.
Maybe it's his tongue. The press of it against my own. The way he licks at my neck or my chest, dips into my navel and sends shivers down my spine. Maybe its the way it tastes in my mouth, as we explore one another and fight against exhaustion and the coming dawn, wanting just a few more minutes with one another, to lay like this.
It could be his voice. The way he says my name. The soft "aibou," or the harder "Yugi." They both drive me crazy. I have to keep myself controlled in public spaces when he calls to me. It's all I can do not to jump him and drag him to a dark corner and have him fuck me to an oblivion.
It has to be his touch. The things he does with his hands. And not just in bed. Or in private. But when we're in front of others. The way he'll rest his hand against the small of my back. Or at the base of my neck. Or when his fingers are gently connected to my own. Everything about it is just so natural. I can't imagine anything being more right.
Kissing could be what gets me. It has a little bit of everything in it. So why not?
I think it's everything. Everything about him. All of it. Surrounding me and being within and above me.
I'm addicted to him.
And I wouldn't have it any other way.
