Drabble 10: Need
"You're so hot."
"Am I?"
"So fucking sexy."
"What are you gonna do about it?"
Tyson puts a hand on either of Kai's shoulders and pushes him down on the bed, climbing on top of him. "Put your money where your mouth is, big man."
Kai's fingers creep up the sides of Tyson's thighs, all the way to his hips.
Tyson lowers his butt on Kai's groin. "Go on," he urges, "don't be shy," peeling his t shirt off and casting it aside, eager to finally do it. He's been waiting for months.
Kai is too prudish. He doesn't like showing a lot of skin. Not even to his own boyfriend. He wore the baggy clothes and the scarf like his life depended on it while Tyson...
God, Tyson lusted after everything he could see. Losing his damn mind over smooth arms and shoulder muscles. Over ankles and fucking armpits. His sanity is dwindling day by day. Every kiss leaves him wanting more. And more. And more.
To the point where he's about ready to strip naked whenever and wherever Kai shows so much as the slightest of interest in his body.
It's not like he's too shy to ask Kai outright either. He constantly - and quite obviously if you ask him - hinted at it.
At the pool, when they're about to go in the water, Tyson shoots his shot: "Wanna go in naked?"
After a beyblade match, when they're both sweaty and ready to dunk their entire bodies in the ocean: "Wanna shower together?"
In the kitchen, when something spills: "Mind taking off your shirt to mop that?" A wag of eyebrows.
Kai turns him down each time.
Tonight is their six-month anniversary night and Tyson desperately wants to make it special.
Kai eyes his torso. Tyson can literally see the heat in them. "Touch me" he insists, rolling his hips lightly over Kai's once. He's getting hard. He can feel him under his ass.
Kai draws him bottom lip between his teeth, tentatively brushing his fingers against Tyson's abdomen.
Tyson growls, leaning forward to kiss him.
His lips are heaven against his. He moans, moving himself on Kai's dick. Hands come up to cradle his face.
Tyson curls his fingers into the arm holes of Kai's vest, and pulls him on top of him, flipping them around. He wraps his legs around his waist, shivering under the caress of Kai's tongue.
"Please" he begs before he can stop himself. He's immediately ashamed when the word leaves his mouth because first of all, they are rivals (in love yes, but still rivals) and second of all, Tyson doesn't fucking beg anyone for anything.
But the plea finally manages to snap Kai out of his inhibitions and he wraps his arms around Tyson, pulling him closer all of a sudden, and bringing their hips flush together.
A tremor goes through Tyson as his violent, untamable desires are reciprocated at last.
Kai sheds his scarf, and his clothes. Tyson kicks off his pants and underwear.
When their naked bodies finally meet each other for the first time, the result is a cataclysmic rush of explosive emotions that end in frantic, impassioned lovemaking.
Tyson talks about that night for days on end. Telling all of his friends and family about it.