Chapter 6
At some ungodly hour of the morning, long before sunrise, Yuki Eiri was standing outside his apartment door--juggling keys, a mostly asleep lover, and his own case of extreme exhaustion. Or, to be more exact, Yuki was trying, without much success, to unlock his front door--something which was normally a simple and easy to accomplish task. This time, circumstances were slightly different from normal.
Yuki and Shuichi weren't just coming home from dinner. They were home from a seven-week tour of Japan, or at least they would be home as soon as Yuki got the door unlocked. The scheduled return date was actually for the next morning, but directly after Shuichi's last performance, without even taking time to collect their luggage, the two took a bullet train from Sapporo to Tokyo--hence the exhaustion. Yuki was trying to unlock the door with one hand while keeping a tight grip on a wobbling Shuichi with the other. This operation was further complicated by Yuki's currently blurry eyes multiplying the doorknob by three.
Giving it up as a lost cause, Yuki let go of Shuichi and grabbed the doorknob. Shuichi, his main support suddenly gone, slid to the floor--his overcoat falling open to reveal the glittery stage costume he still hadn't changed out of. Grasping the doorknob in one hand and the key in the other, Yuki was finally able to make contact and open the door.
Yuki grabbed Shuichi's coat collar and dragged the now loudly snoring singer inside the apartment. Yuki kicked the door closed behind them, dropped Shuichi just inside the door, stepped over his lover's prone form, staggered the three feet to the couch, and collapsed on to it--still fully dressed, including shoes and coat.
A couple hours later Yuki woke up enough to toe off his shoes, then he promptly fell back into a deep sleep. Shuichi, woken by the thudding sound of Yuki's shoes hitting the floor, yawned, kicked off his own shoes, shrugged off his overcoat, then crawled onto the couch with Yuki for some more sleep.
About mid morning, the chaffing from the sequined shirt finally got to Shuichi. Trying not to wake Yuki, Shuichi slowly climbed over his unconscious lover. Unfortunately, the couch wasn't quite as wide as Shuichi thought. Shuichi's knee came down on empty air rather than the couch cushion he was expecting. He wobbled a moment, desperately trying to regain his balance, but gravity won out in the end. Shuichi tumbled off the couch, twisting slightly to avoid colliding with the coffee table. A loud thump and a muffled squeak echoed in the quiet apartment as Shuichi landed hard on his butt.
Yuki's eyes fluttered open and his gaze met Shuichi's. Shuichi, kneeling on the floor next to the couch and rubbing his injured posterior, grinned apologetically and whispered, "Sorry, go back to sleep."
Yuki, stretched, yawned, and asked in a sleep-roughened voice, "What are you going to do?"
"Change," Shuichi answered, pushing his bangs out of his face with one hand. Then looking down at the crispy remains of the previous night's hair gel on his hand, he added, "And take a shower."
"A shower sounds good," Yuki agreed as he sat up on the couch and took off his jacket, neatly folding it and draping it over the back of the couch, even though it was already well wrinkled.
Shuichi, grinning widely, took Yuki's hand and dragged him into the bathroom.
Yuki slapped Shuichi's hand away from the hot and coldwater knobs, not wanting to face the results of Shuichi's slipshod bath temperature adjustment methods. Shuichi pulled off all his clothes in the blink of an eye, threw them in the hamper by the door, and impatiently hopped up on the counter and bounced a foot against the cabinet door while he waited for Yuki to get the water ready.
While he was waiting for the water to run hot, Yuki undressed. Yuki, unlike Shuichi didn't impatiently tear his clothes off. He took his time about it, unbuttoning each button and stepping out of his pants one leg at a time rather than letting them drop to the floor and jumping free. In other words, he undressed like a normal person.
Shuichi, eyes glued to this operation, had gone completely still except for a tiny bit of drool trickling down his chin.
Yuki smirked at his lover's reaction to his naked body, thinking that perhaps he should undress for Shuichi more often if that was the reaction he'd get. Yuki sauntered over to the sink. Shuichi started to lean in towards Yuki, thinking the older man was coming for him. But, Yuki actually had certain practical necessities on his mind. Reaching past Shuichi, Yuki pulled a toothbrush out of the holder by the sink. Taking the hint, Shuichi opened the medicine cabinet to get out his own brush--Shuichi's electric Hamtaro brush didn't fit in the holder.
Shuichi and Yuki swiftly rid themselves of morning breath--Yuki watching himself in the mirror and Shuichi leaning against the mirror with his eyes fixed on Yuki. Shuichi rinsed, turned to face the mirror, and gave his reflection that weird inspecting-newly-cleaned-teeth grimace. Then he switched off his brush, put it up, and went back to staring at Yuki. Yuki spit, rinsed, and pressed his lips against Shuichi's to give the singer a deep minty kiss.
In an almost involuntary reaction, Shuichi's arms wound around Yuki's neck and his legs wrapped around Yuki's waist. Shuichi's eyes fluttered shut as he squirmed closer to Yuki and a low humming purr of pleasure started in his chest.
Yuki, still nibbling at Shuichi's bottom lip, scooped the tiny singer up off the counter and carried him into the still running and now perfectly adjusted shower. As soon as they stepped into the hot water, Yuki broke the kiss and relaxed his grip on Shuichi. Shuichi whimpered in protest, but reluctantly slid down Yuki's body till his feet met the cool porcelain of the shower floor--it was better to take a hint now than to be dropped later.
Yuki reached over Shuichi's shoulder and grabbed a bottle of tangerine scented shampoo off the rack hanging from the showerhead--thinking that of Shuichi's many revolving fruit scented soaps, that it was one of the better smelling. Yuki squeezed a small dollop of shampoo into his hand, set the bottle back on the rack, and started to lather Shuichi's now soaking wet hair.
Shuichi's eyes fell shut and his body leaned into Yuki's, limp with ecstasy. Yuki kissing him was good, Yuki doing other things was better, but this... this was beyond anything. Yuki wasn't frequently so much as pleasant, to have him performing such an intimate and caring service for Shuichi, with no prompting whatsoever--that was something truly rare. Shuichi felt truly pampered as Yuki massaged the shampoo into his scalp with slow firm strokes of his oh so talented hands.
Yuki walked Shuichi back a pace, so that the singer was standing directly under the showerhead. Yuki ran his hands through Shuichi's hair, lightly grazing Shuichi's scalp with his fingernails as he worked the shampoo and remnants of hair styling product free.
"Yuki..." Shuichi contentedly murmured against Yuki's chest, clearly delighted by his lover's attentions.
Having finished washing Shuichi's hair, Yuki pushed Shuichi away. Shuichi's eyes sprung open and fixed on Yuki with a look half pleading and half question.
Yuki handed Shuichi a bar of soap and a washcloth then turned away from him. Looking back over his shoulder, "Get my back for me," Yuki suggested.
Understanding dawning, Shuichi grinned and nodded. Shuichi lathered up the washcloth and stroked it over Yuki's back. After finishing with his back, Shuichi stepped around Yuki and nudged Yuki backward toward the running water. Yuki didn't move. Raising one eyebrow challengingly, Shuichi pointed one imperious finger and commanded Yuki, "Rinse."
Yuki smirked at his suddenly bossy lover and obligingly stepped backward into the water--deciding to see what Shuichi had planned.
Shuichi, grinning widely and enjoying being in control for once, started in on the rest of Yuki. He ever so slowly and meticulously slid the soapy cloth over Yuki's lightly muscled chest and stomach--careful not to miss a single inch. Going to his knees, Shuichi grinned mischievously up at Yuki. Then, with a look of intense concentration on his face, the tip of his tongue peaking out one corner of his mouth, he ran the cloth over his lover's thighs--ever so slowly working his way downward, washing knees, calves, and even paying special attention to each toe when he reached Yuki's feet.
Yuki stood there, completely motionless, hot water streaming over his face and down his chest, watching his lover wash each and every centimeter of his body except for that one part most in need of attention. When Shuichi rose slightly and leaned in to Yuki in order to reach the author's butt--Yuki's eye's narrowed slightly and he licked his lips in anticipation, seeing Shuichi's head positioned so conveniently. When Shuichi gave Yuki's cheeks a little squeeze, Yuki couldn't quite repress a shudder.
Taking that as his signal to finally let matters progress, Shuichi dropped the washcloth and rested his hands on Yuki's slim hips. Shuichi nuzzled his face against Yuki's hardness, breathing in the scent that was uniquely Yuki. Just as he touched his tongue to the tip of Yuki's erection, hands grasped Shuichi beneath his arms and hauled him up so that surprised violet eyes met irritated gold ones.
"Yuki," Shuichi said hesitantly, "Did I..." he started to ask, thinking he'd done something wrong.
"Idiot. You take too long. The water's already getting cold," Yuki said gruffly as he reached back to turn off the shower with one hand. Yuki stepped out of the shower, dragging a nonplused Shuichi with him. Yuki grabbed one of the extra large bath sheets he preferred out of the cabinet and started toweling himself off with one hand as he tossed a normal sized towel at Shuichi with the other.
The towel hit Shuichi in the face, then flopped to the floor. Shuichi, slightly dazed by the rapidly changing situation, retrieved the towel and started patting himself dry. Shuichi not moving fast enough to suit him, Yuki grabbed the towel out of Shuichi's hands and roughly wiped down the singer.
Once they were adequately dried, Yuki grabbed Shuichi's upper arm and dragged him into the bedroom. Yuki flicked the bath sheet over the bed, settling it in place with a snap, and pushed Shuichi on to it.
"Yuki?" Shuichi asked what he should do, sitting at the end of the bed where Yuki had pushed him.
Yuki simply grasped Shuichi's chin and turned the smaller man's face up to his for a deep kiss that promised wicked and delightful things to come. Still kissing Shuichi, Yuki climbed onto the bed, forcing Shuichi to scoot back to give him room. Breaking the kiss, Yuki whispered into Shuichi's ear, "On your stomach."
Shuichi swiftly and enthusiastically complied. Yuki lay across Shuichi and Shuichi could feel Yuki stretching just slightly in order to retrieve a tube of lubrication from the bedside table. Shuichi squirmed in anticipation at the sensation of Yuki's smooth skin brushing along his back. Yuki sat back up and returned to a kneeling position between Shuichi's wide spread legs.
After squeezing a generous amount of lubricant on his fingers and tossing the tube onto the floor for safety sake--it only took one set of ruined sheets to learn that lesson--Yuki crawled up Shuichi's body then eased down, letting his small lover take his full weight.
Shuichi's front was pressed down into the cool dampness of the bath sheet, while his back was enveloped by the warmth of his lover's body. Shuichi moaned a little and wriggled his butt against Yuki's erection in encouragement, having just enough presence of mind left to remember that Yuki didn't like to talk during sex.
One of Yuki's hands stroked down Shuichi's firm butt cheeks, then slipped between to slide one finger, then two, into Shuichi's opening. Yuki's other hand snaked around Shuichi's waist to grasp the singer's penis. A few firm strokes and fingers rhythmically pressing against his prostate from behind was all it took for Shuichi to lose control. As Shuichi came--shouting Yuki's name and leaving a mess on the bath towel--Yuki rose to his knees behind Shuichi, pulling Shuichi up and pushing his knees forward so that Shuichi was half kneeling and half laying on the bed.
Once he had Shuichi perfectly positioned to give himself easy access, with one quick thrust, Yuki was lodged full length inside his still spasming lover. Shuichi merely quivered from sensory overload. The sensation of Yuki filling him was just too much to take when he was still experiencing the tail end of his own orgasm.
Yuki thrust, twice, three times, and grunted in satisfaction as he achieved release. Yuki bonelessly collapsed on the bed, still inside his lover.
Shuichi and Yuki simply lay there a moment, panting from exertion. After he had a moment to recover, Yuki pulled free of Shuichi and flipped over onto his back. Shuichi whimpered in protest.
"What are you whining about?" Yuki asked accusingly, "I had to do all the work."
Shuichi, still laying on his stomach, turned his head to look at Yuki and replied, "But you're so good at it."
Yuki snorted and said, "And you're lazy."
Shuichi, taking exception to that remark, turned on his side and propped his head up on one hand so that he could look Yuki in the eye. "I'm not lazy," Shuichi insisted. "You're just a control freak that has to be in charge of everything. Not that I mind or anything. Yuki's really sexy when he's telling me what to do. But, when you do the things you do I can't help myself... and then I can't do anything, even though I really want to--" Shuichi's protest was cut off by Yuki dragging him down for a kiss.
"Fine, you're not lazy. I like to be in charge. You have no self control," Yuki agreed, nibbling Shuichi's pouty bottom lip between sentences. Yuki pushed Shuichi away, got out of bed, and yanked the soiled bath sheet out from under Shuichi. Shuichi squeaked in surprise and rolled off the other side of the bed as the towel came out from under him.
Yuki retreated to the bathroom, came back a minute later with a damp cloth which he tossed to Shuichi--who was standing buck naked next to the bed putting up the lube. Yuki then climbed into bed, lay on his side with his back to Shuichi, and pulled the sheets and comforter up to his chin. Shuichi wiped the sticky residue off his body with the cloth Yuki tossed him, then climbed in bed to snuggle against Yuki's back.
Inhaling the mingled scents of Yuki, soap, and sex, "We need another bath," Shuichi remarked.
"Later," Yuki agreed, yawning. The second wind that came from four hours of sleep on the couch had just about run out and the nearly twenty-four hours without sleep was catching up with him.
"Together?" Shuichi asked hopefully.
"No."
"Why not?"
"That would defeat the purpose," Yuki pointed out.
"Oh."
"Now go to sleep," Yuki ordered.
"'Kay," Shuichi agreed on the heels of his own jaw popping yawn.
At some ungodly hour of the morning, long before sunrise, Yuki Eiri was standing outside his apartment door--juggling keys, a mostly asleep lover, and his own case of extreme exhaustion. Or, to be more exact, Yuki was trying, without much success, to unlock his front door--something which was normally a simple and easy to accomplish task. This time, circumstances were slightly different from normal.
Yuki and Shuichi weren't just coming home from dinner. They were home from a seven-week tour of Japan, or at least they would be home as soon as Yuki got the door unlocked. The scheduled return date was actually for the next morning, but directly after Shuichi's last performance, without even taking time to collect their luggage, the two took a bullet train from Sapporo to Tokyo--hence the exhaustion. Yuki was trying to unlock the door with one hand while keeping a tight grip on a wobbling Shuichi with the other. This operation was further complicated by Yuki's currently blurry eyes multiplying the doorknob by three.
Giving it up as a lost cause, Yuki let go of Shuichi and grabbed the doorknob. Shuichi, his main support suddenly gone, slid to the floor--his overcoat falling open to reveal the glittery stage costume he still hadn't changed out of. Grasping the doorknob in one hand and the key in the other, Yuki was finally able to make contact and open the door.
Yuki grabbed Shuichi's coat collar and dragged the now loudly snoring singer inside the apartment. Yuki kicked the door closed behind them, dropped Shuichi just inside the door, stepped over his lover's prone form, staggered the three feet to the couch, and collapsed on to it--still fully dressed, including shoes and coat.
A couple hours later Yuki woke up enough to toe off his shoes, then he promptly fell back into a deep sleep. Shuichi, woken by the thudding sound of Yuki's shoes hitting the floor, yawned, kicked off his own shoes, shrugged off his overcoat, then crawled onto the couch with Yuki for some more sleep.
About mid morning, the chaffing from the sequined shirt finally got to Shuichi. Trying not to wake Yuki, Shuichi slowly climbed over his unconscious lover. Unfortunately, the couch wasn't quite as wide as Shuichi thought. Shuichi's knee came down on empty air rather than the couch cushion he was expecting. He wobbled a moment, desperately trying to regain his balance, but gravity won out in the end. Shuichi tumbled off the couch, twisting slightly to avoid colliding with the coffee table. A loud thump and a muffled squeak echoed in the quiet apartment as Shuichi landed hard on his butt.
Yuki's eyes fluttered open and his gaze met Shuichi's. Shuichi, kneeling on the floor next to the couch and rubbing his injured posterior, grinned apologetically and whispered, "Sorry, go back to sleep."
Yuki, stretched, yawned, and asked in a sleep-roughened voice, "What are you going to do?"
"Change," Shuichi answered, pushing his bangs out of his face with one hand. Then looking down at the crispy remains of the previous night's hair gel on his hand, he added, "And take a shower."
"A shower sounds good," Yuki agreed as he sat up on the couch and took off his jacket, neatly folding it and draping it over the back of the couch, even though it was already well wrinkled.
Shuichi, grinning widely, took Yuki's hand and dragged him into the bathroom.
Yuki slapped Shuichi's hand away from the hot and coldwater knobs, not wanting to face the results of Shuichi's slipshod bath temperature adjustment methods. Shuichi pulled off all his clothes in the blink of an eye, threw them in the hamper by the door, and impatiently hopped up on the counter and bounced a foot against the cabinet door while he waited for Yuki to get the water ready.
While he was waiting for the water to run hot, Yuki undressed. Yuki, unlike Shuichi didn't impatiently tear his clothes off. He took his time about it, unbuttoning each button and stepping out of his pants one leg at a time rather than letting them drop to the floor and jumping free. In other words, he undressed like a normal person.
Shuichi, eyes glued to this operation, had gone completely still except for a tiny bit of drool trickling down his chin.
Yuki smirked at his lover's reaction to his naked body, thinking that perhaps he should undress for Shuichi more often if that was the reaction he'd get. Yuki sauntered over to the sink. Shuichi started to lean in towards Yuki, thinking the older man was coming for him. But, Yuki actually had certain practical necessities on his mind. Reaching past Shuichi, Yuki pulled a toothbrush out of the holder by the sink. Taking the hint, Shuichi opened the medicine cabinet to get out his own brush--Shuichi's electric Hamtaro brush didn't fit in the holder.
Shuichi and Yuki swiftly rid themselves of morning breath--Yuki watching himself in the mirror and Shuichi leaning against the mirror with his eyes fixed on Yuki. Shuichi rinsed, turned to face the mirror, and gave his reflection that weird inspecting-newly-cleaned-teeth grimace. Then he switched off his brush, put it up, and went back to staring at Yuki. Yuki spit, rinsed, and pressed his lips against Shuichi's to give the singer a deep minty kiss.
In an almost involuntary reaction, Shuichi's arms wound around Yuki's neck and his legs wrapped around Yuki's waist. Shuichi's eyes fluttered shut as he squirmed closer to Yuki and a low humming purr of pleasure started in his chest.
Yuki, still nibbling at Shuichi's bottom lip, scooped the tiny singer up off the counter and carried him into the still running and now perfectly adjusted shower. As soon as they stepped into the hot water, Yuki broke the kiss and relaxed his grip on Shuichi. Shuichi whimpered in protest, but reluctantly slid down Yuki's body till his feet met the cool porcelain of the shower floor--it was better to take a hint now than to be dropped later.
Yuki reached over Shuichi's shoulder and grabbed a bottle of tangerine scented shampoo off the rack hanging from the showerhead--thinking that of Shuichi's many revolving fruit scented soaps, that it was one of the better smelling. Yuki squeezed a small dollop of shampoo into his hand, set the bottle back on the rack, and started to lather Shuichi's now soaking wet hair.
Shuichi's eyes fell shut and his body leaned into Yuki's, limp with ecstasy. Yuki kissing him was good, Yuki doing other things was better, but this... this was beyond anything. Yuki wasn't frequently so much as pleasant, to have him performing such an intimate and caring service for Shuichi, with no prompting whatsoever--that was something truly rare. Shuichi felt truly pampered as Yuki massaged the shampoo into his scalp with slow firm strokes of his oh so talented hands.
Yuki walked Shuichi back a pace, so that the singer was standing directly under the showerhead. Yuki ran his hands through Shuichi's hair, lightly grazing Shuichi's scalp with his fingernails as he worked the shampoo and remnants of hair styling product free.
"Yuki..." Shuichi contentedly murmured against Yuki's chest, clearly delighted by his lover's attentions.
Having finished washing Shuichi's hair, Yuki pushed Shuichi away. Shuichi's eyes sprung open and fixed on Yuki with a look half pleading and half question.
Yuki handed Shuichi a bar of soap and a washcloth then turned away from him. Looking back over his shoulder, "Get my back for me," Yuki suggested.
Understanding dawning, Shuichi grinned and nodded. Shuichi lathered up the washcloth and stroked it over Yuki's back. After finishing with his back, Shuichi stepped around Yuki and nudged Yuki backward toward the running water. Yuki didn't move. Raising one eyebrow challengingly, Shuichi pointed one imperious finger and commanded Yuki, "Rinse."
Yuki smirked at his suddenly bossy lover and obligingly stepped backward into the water--deciding to see what Shuichi had planned.
Shuichi, grinning widely and enjoying being in control for once, started in on the rest of Yuki. He ever so slowly and meticulously slid the soapy cloth over Yuki's lightly muscled chest and stomach--careful not to miss a single inch. Going to his knees, Shuichi grinned mischievously up at Yuki. Then, with a look of intense concentration on his face, the tip of his tongue peaking out one corner of his mouth, he ran the cloth over his lover's thighs--ever so slowly working his way downward, washing knees, calves, and even paying special attention to each toe when he reached Yuki's feet.
Yuki stood there, completely motionless, hot water streaming over his face and down his chest, watching his lover wash each and every centimeter of his body except for that one part most in need of attention. When Shuichi rose slightly and leaned in to Yuki in order to reach the author's butt--Yuki's eye's narrowed slightly and he licked his lips in anticipation, seeing Shuichi's head positioned so conveniently. When Shuichi gave Yuki's cheeks a little squeeze, Yuki couldn't quite repress a shudder.
Taking that as his signal to finally let matters progress, Shuichi dropped the washcloth and rested his hands on Yuki's slim hips. Shuichi nuzzled his face against Yuki's hardness, breathing in the scent that was uniquely Yuki. Just as he touched his tongue to the tip of Yuki's erection, hands grasped Shuichi beneath his arms and hauled him up so that surprised violet eyes met irritated gold ones.
"Yuki," Shuichi said hesitantly, "Did I..." he started to ask, thinking he'd done something wrong.
"Idiot. You take too long. The water's already getting cold," Yuki said gruffly as he reached back to turn off the shower with one hand. Yuki stepped out of the shower, dragging a nonplused Shuichi with him. Yuki grabbed one of the extra large bath sheets he preferred out of the cabinet and started toweling himself off with one hand as he tossed a normal sized towel at Shuichi with the other.
The towel hit Shuichi in the face, then flopped to the floor. Shuichi, slightly dazed by the rapidly changing situation, retrieved the towel and started patting himself dry. Shuichi not moving fast enough to suit him, Yuki grabbed the towel out of Shuichi's hands and roughly wiped down the singer.
Once they were adequately dried, Yuki grabbed Shuichi's upper arm and dragged him into the bedroom. Yuki flicked the bath sheet over the bed, settling it in place with a snap, and pushed Shuichi on to it.
"Yuki?" Shuichi asked what he should do, sitting at the end of the bed where Yuki had pushed him.
Yuki simply grasped Shuichi's chin and turned the smaller man's face up to his for a deep kiss that promised wicked and delightful things to come. Still kissing Shuichi, Yuki climbed onto the bed, forcing Shuichi to scoot back to give him room. Breaking the kiss, Yuki whispered into Shuichi's ear, "On your stomach."
Shuichi swiftly and enthusiastically complied. Yuki lay across Shuichi and Shuichi could feel Yuki stretching just slightly in order to retrieve a tube of lubrication from the bedside table. Shuichi squirmed in anticipation at the sensation of Yuki's smooth skin brushing along his back. Yuki sat back up and returned to a kneeling position between Shuichi's wide spread legs.
After squeezing a generous amount of lubricant on his fingers and tossing the tube onto the floor for safety sake--it only took one set of ruined sheets to learn that lesson--Yuki crawled up Shuichi's body then eased down, letting his small lover take his full weight.
Shuichi's front was pressed down into the cool dampness of the bath sheet, while his back was enveloped by the warmth of his lover's body. Shuichi moaned a little and wriggled his butt against Yuki's erection in encouragement, having just enough presence of mind left to remember that Yuki didn't like to talk during sex.
One of Yuki's hands stroked down Shuichi's firm butt cheeks, then slipped between to slide one finger, then two, into Shuichi's opening. Yuki's other hand snaked around Shuichi's waist to grasp the singer's penis. A few firm strokes and fingers rhythmically pressing against his prostate from behind was all it took for Shuichi to lose control. As Shuichi came--shouting Yuki's name and leaving a mess on the bath towel--Yuki rose to his knees behind Shuichi, pulling Shuichi up and pushing his knees forward so that Shuichi was half kneeling and half laying on the bed.
Once he had Shuichi perfectly positioned to give himself easy access, with one quick thrust, Yuki was lodged full length inside his still spasming lover. Shuichi merely quivered from sensory overload. The sensation of Yuki filling him was just too much to take when he was still experiencing the tail end of his own orgasm.
Yuki thrust, twice, three times, and grunted in satisfaction as he achieved release. Yuki bonelessly collapsed on the bed, still inside his lover.
Shuichi and Yuki simply lay there a moment, panting from exertion. After he had a moment to recover, Yuki pulled free of Shuichi and flipped over onto his back. Shuichi whimpered in protest.
"What are you whining about?" Yuki asked accusingly, "I had to do all the work."
Shuichi, still laying on his stomach, turned his head to look at Yuki and replied, "But you're so good at it."
Yuki snorted and said, "And you're lazy."
Shuichi, taking exception to that remark, turned on his side and propped his head up on one hand so that he could look Yuki in the eye. "I'm not lazy," Shuichi insisted. "You're just a control freak that has to be in charge of everything. Not that I mind or anything. Yuki's really sexy when he's telling me what to do. But, when you do the things you do I can't help myself... and then I can't do anything, even though I really want to--" Shuichi's protest was cut off by Yuki dragging him down for a kiss.
"Fine, you're not lazy. I like to be in charge. You have no self control," Yuki agreed, nibbling Shuichi's pouty bottom lip between sentences. Yuki pushed Shuichi away, got out of bed, and yanked the soiled bath sheet out from under Shuichi. Shuichi squeaked in surprise and rolled off the other side of the bed as the towel came out from under him.
Yuki retreated to the bathroom, came back a minute later with a damp cloth which he tossed to Shuichi--who was standing buck naked next to the bed putting up the lube. Yuki then climbed into bed, lay on his side with his back to Shuichi, and pulled the sheets and comforter up to his chin. Shuichi wiped the sticky residue off his body with the cloth Yuki tossed him, then climbed in bed to snuggle against Yuki's back.
Inhaling the mingled scents of Yuki, soap, and sex, "We need another bath," Shuichi remarked.
"Later," Yuki agreed, yawning. The second wind that came from four hours of sleep on the couch had just about run out and the nearly twenty-four hours without sleep was catching up with him.
"Together?" Shuichi asked hopefully.
"No."
"Why not?"
"That would defeat the purpose," Yuki pointed out.
"Oh."
"Now go to sleep," Yuki ordered.
"'Kay," Shuichi agreed on the heels of his own jaw popping yawn.