Did he know I was awake ?
No, this didn't seem right. The last minutes played again and again in the Wuju master's head and arousal wouldn't let his mind in peace. His own name being said so close to him had more effect over him than the whole situation but also the fact that the ronin nearly got off on him, as indecent it may be. An even more embarrassing thought came, wondering what would have happened if the demon didn't wake up or if he did wake and decided to continue despite everything. If shame could kill a man, I'd be dead and burried.
It was too late for him. Yi stroked his erection harder, chasing a quick end before the other swordman could come back. It was maddening how easy it was to reach climax, how his own body reacted so eagerly to the smallest touch, all this because of the previous teasing he endured. As last remain of reason, he kept his left hand over his mouth to prevent any loud moan from betraying his situation, though this task was difficult as hell.
Imagine... if there was no clothes between us. Then the ronin would have fucked him, without any doubt, a determined pace sufficent to reduce him into a needy mess. Yes, the Wuju master would have liked that, even if admitting it darkened the flush already painting his face and shoulders. One more sin will not hurt, I'm already condemned.
Orgasm came too soon but that was all he asked, staying the more quiet he could as climax shook his frame by powerful waves. His only regret at the moment was not being with the demon, wanting nothing more than human contact. Though it wasn't quite comfortable since he spilled in his pants, the after glow made it difficult to care, sleep numbing his mind.
The rest of the night wasn't better than the begin, the man stuck in a state between sleep and awake that made the difference with dreams and reality even more confusing. By some time, Yi was half aware of Yasuo's presence just in front of him, surely he had got on his right side meanwhile. R elief washed over him and all seemed like he would at least get some good rest. He sensed a fleeting touch upon his skin, which he didn't mind at the moment, it was extremely soothing. Then lips, warm against his cheek, a gesture so loving that it made feelings bloom in his chest as he drifted back to sleep.
Morning came and with it some birds songs as sun peeked through the trees. Once again, the Wuju master found himself in the other's arms, face almost completely pressed to the ronin's chest and kept here by a quite loose embrace. He shifted a bit to go for a nap but froze at the realization that he had to get cleaned up. Oh shit I forgot. As he tried to get out of the bed without troubling Yasuo's rest, he swore again at the uncomfortable sensation of his dried shame. He put back the blanket on his sleepy guest than walked away for a shower.
In a strange way, as disgusting he felt, it also reminded him of the whole night, the 'incident' with the demon. It wasn't a dream. Now his mind was calm, he couldn't get over the fact that he had responded with such eagerness to the man's both irresistible and unconcious display. Did he really say my name ? He wasn't sure, everything was a blur. He asked himself why care about that, why give it so much importance. I don't know... Maybe just because he felt wanted, in a way that he never experienced before.
As water washed away the evidences of the night, Yi thought about the last touch given by the swordman, the kiss. For this particular thing, he wasn't sure at all if it really happened, since he was still in Morpheus's arms. But anyway it felt burned on his flesh and however it was real or not, he would cherish it forever. He blinked at this development, this is a bit too far for 'just a friend'. The familiar feeling warming his chest wasn't new, he felt it often and the nights he shared with the Unforgiven, it nearly burned him from the inside. It's love, isn't it ? This seemed far beyond simple lust, for the first man he encountered since the war. No, he's much more than that. The Wuju master couldn't deny that the increasing beat of his heart was for the demon.
But would he do something about it ? No. Yasuo's needs someone to share his burden, to heal his wounds, not some useless feelings.
Now cleaned up, he dressed with fresh clothes and looked in his room, to see if his guest was awake. He wasn't, Yasuo was still deep asleep so Yi decided to leave him alone for now and went to make himself breakfast.
At his great surprise, the ronin joined him in the kitchen a few times later, while he was cooking. He hadn't yet have the time to turn and look at him, the latter embraced him from behind, resting his chin on Yi's shoulder.
« Mmmmh » his voice was still rough, a deep grumble « Sorry, did I wake you up ? » at this non-distance, Yasuo could really appreciate how short the latter was compared to him. Oh no it's cute.
After all he thought about when he was in the shower, this made the Wuju master go blank for a small second before he remembered the ask. « No, don't worry. I was already awake and I had something to do. Did you sleep well ? » he was curious to hear what the swordman had to say about the night.
« Hum yes, it was nice » his voice betrayed a something, hidden under the carpet and that was all the latter needed to know. Yi turned, twisting the embrace, to look at the man and indeed there was a faint pink coloring his cheek.
Not the only one.