Yuki stared at Shuichi.
"You what?"
Shuichi stared at the ceiling. He wasn't entirely sure this was going the way it should be.
"I wrote a new song. About you."
Yuki continued to stare at Shuichi.
"Why would you do that. You know what I've been saying about your lyric writing. You have no talent. Zero. Do you understand that?"
Shuichi had had enough. It was bad enough that Yuki had practically forced him to have sex, but now he was being his usual bastard self! He jumped up, forgetting to take the sheet with him.
"Dammit, Yuki! There's nothing wrong with my writing! You're just saying that because you like being mean to me! Why are you always like that! I love you, I write a song about you, I even let you do whatever you want to me, and you still make fun of me! One day you should just try to be nice to me!"
Yuki pushed Shuichi back onto the bed. Well. This was not entirely unexpected after his comments, but he could at least have the decency to cover up. Well, on second thoughts, maybe not. Yuki kind of liked this Shuichi, getting so wrapped up in his tantrum that he completely forgot himself. He leaned down, hungry for another kiss. And also to shut him up. It really was quite convenient to be able to do both, and it certainly didn't hurt that the younger man was so...cute when he got like this.
"Yuki..."
Shuichi stretched, wrapping his legs around Yuki's, tangling his fingers through the blonde hair, while Yuki leaned over him, taking what he wanted.
It really was so easy to shut him up.