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Warning: Another quickie. Not beta-ed.
For bakayaroonna because it was a request. Enjoy!
Wake Up Call
"Nuh…"
Eiri blinked at the sound, his sleep befuddled mind trying to register what it was, but upon hearing nothing else a moment later, he grunted in frustration and closed his eyes. His idiot lover was probably jerking off in his sleep again he thought with amused drowsiness before the image of the brat's slender body bucking into his hands suddenly caught him off-guard.
His groin twisted with the stirrings of desire, and the writer turned onto his side, golden eyes searching the other out in the darkness.
"Mmuh…no," the pink haired youth muttered softly, his arms jerking as if fighting off an imaginary foe.
Eiri grinned, unable to help himself at such a perfect opportunity; deep down, he'd always been a pervert at heart.
Leaning over, the blonde slithered a hand under the gap between shirt and skin, carefully stroking, reveling in the text of how smooth it was. Shuichi gasped softly, his muscles reflexively tightening in apprehension, and Eiri smirked, his tongue trailing over supple lips before dipping inside. The sounds in the back of his lover's throat encouraged him to plunder, to consume in the only way he knew how, and he eventually maneuvered so that he was dominating, pressing that pliable body even further into the mattress.
"You taste fuckable," Eiri murmured to the half conscious boy, trailing his mouth down a slender throat to suck at the tender hollow of his collarbone. There was a moan. "Shuichi…"
The writer nipped the skin and soothed it with his tongue.
"No!" Shuichi abruptly yelled, pushing at his head, causing his hair to sting sensitive eyes. "Sakuma-san!"
Immediately, Eiri recoiled as if he'd been bitten, his reflexes too fast for him to stop as he gently smacked the other on the head. Eiri had heard his share of interesting words in bed, especially with Shuichi's habit of cussing in random intervals and then apologizing for it, but there had never been another name spoken…
Especially some twit of a singer several years older than his lover!
"Idiot!" he hissed, watching with mirth as Shuichi blinked himself awake, utterly confused.
"Y-Yuki?"
"Who else?" he asked, resituating himself so that his back was to Shuichi's clueless face. The strong urge to strangle his lover had instantly vanished the moment his name had been sounded, but he was no longer in the slightest interested in having sex anymore. "You know…you and my brother should become better friends."
Golden silence followed, Shuichi obviously lost in what thoughts he could muster, and Eiri sighed half-heartedly, now unable to sleep. So much for a good wake up call.
"Eh? Yuki…"
"What is it?" he asked, slightly perturbed at having to carry on a conversation when he was I trying /I to rest. "Can't it wait!"
"Well, I'm kinda…horny."
Okay, maybe not, he thought before muttering and pulling a pillow over his head.
"Yuki?" There was no response. "YUKI!"
End