Soon enough his trousers became too restrictive. He took it off quickly, along his shirt and anything else. Left on the floor per usual. Now it was time.
It was peculiar to move, lie down in bed while very aware that Yi could be paying attention. Watched even though he was technically alone in here. From where the latter would see him ? What angle ? So many questions, all too useless.
« Mmmh honey, mind if I start without you ? » To test, see if he wasn't getting any help tonight. Secret hope that if he did good enough Yi would come here faster.
Silence answered him, as expected. Put on display for an invisible audience and legs spread without shame, he lubed his hand. Light touch over himself, trying to ellicit anything before he ran for it. His cock twitched as soon as he teased, bead of precum at the tip. This would be quick but he wished to make it last.
« …Oh. » Even the smallest brush could make him moan softly. A bit unfair to be reduced to such need because of a whole day alone.
Yasuo reminded himself not to come too fast. He still wanted to see if Yi could make it in time, no matter how involved he could get. Make it last as much as he could.
It would be difficult but he craved to be found out there and taken as quick. How debauched, to have fun alone so he was truly prepared for his lover.
Hell, if Yi never made it there, at least he would have endured the sweetest teasing.
For now, he ignored his cock completely and brought his attention elsewhere. It would be greatly tempting to force a noise out of himself by being rough but the need to relish each single touch was appealing too. Let's do it. Cold finger, circling his entrance gently for he new too well this wasn't the most pleasant part. Just had to wait for lube to warm up a little.
Then it went better, slowly pushing inside. Alright. It would require a lot more stretch to have him squirming in the sheets but he had time.
Slow, slow. Even too much for his own taste but he had to. Sort of discipline, challenge set for himself. Instead of rushing, Yasuo explored and pushing lightly to his insides.
Like a game. He knew exactly where it would make him writhe and beg lowly. But that wasn't the point. He played around, made sure not to come even close to that spot.
Now the stretch got better, as he pressed a second slick digit in. It was felt, cock twitching from the sitmulation, angry red at the tip. Soon arousal would burn him alive, he knew it. But it was good as long as he could deny himself. Scissoring, spreading himself for someone that wasn't there.
Was Yi already paying attention ? No way to know. Possibly he was distracting him from whatever mission he had and Yasuo would have another cosmic visit just to have him stop. It could be. His mind prefered to think of something else, it wasn't so alluring to know people out there could bother them here.
« ….Like what you see ? » If he was to make a show, he could very well do that. And if Yi had more important to do, well, too bad.
Indeed, what a sight it must have been. Light tremor running his body for each second spent without actual relief. Yasuo wasn't close to let go, he still had a lot of motivation. Adding a third finger and as quick the stretch had him lose it for an instant, back arching off the bed to fall back. Gasp turning into a laugh, he didn't expect himself to need that much. Damn.
Precum pooled gently on his stomach, proof that his body enjoyed that beyond the teasing. From time to time he lost his touch and risked to brush his prostate, despite his effort. It was so good, shameful how his fingers thrust inside like it was nothing. Ready for Yi yet he wasn't here.
Many moans echoed in that bedroom, and only a few were playful, meant to make Yi react. Unanswered. Okay… Yasuo could tell, he wouldn't last long. Jerking into contact with increasing need and no way to hold himself back.
And now his breath got lost too, chest heaving as his rhythm faltered. It got more difficult to focus on what he was doing, repeating the same move again and again caused it to weaken. At the same time, he grew desperate, other hand grabbing the sheets to avoid the urge of touching his cock.
A bit sweaty, low gasps till he genuinely cried out when he hit that spot. Mere accident but Yasuo was losing the point of all this.
« Yi….Please… » It managed to slip, between deep groans and more quiet noises.
Why was he doing this, already ? His mind was getting so slow, breathless urge to seek pleasure. Head turned to a side, he saw indeed the toy and remembered. Ah, yes… As quick he moved though everything felt heavy, crushed by need. It even showed in his moves, shaking too badly.
But he still made it, reaching for the toy, black dildo and lubed it for next step.
Almost feverish, the way it reduced him to a mess. By now he couldn't exactly remember what was his initial purpose. To catch Yi's attention and keep it. He yearned to find the latter again, by the honest need to hold him. Even in a chaste way. To hold Yi close. And maybe hope for more, though, to be taken raw in this same bed till he couldn't think anymore.
On instinct or possibly because that small fantasy took over his thoughts, Yasuo rolled over to lie on his front. Mind empty, just able to feel and grind against the mattress. So he pressed the toy to his entrance, so loose it gave in without problem. In one thrust he was filled and clutched the sheets a little harder.
« Annnngh…. » It didn't make sense. At least it matched his thoughts, shattered for a time.
With his other hand, he yanked the pillow to him, face pressed to it. Not his habit to muffle any noises but this was merely because he needed support, of any kind. Enough to endure the pace he inflicted himself.
Oh, nothing rough. He knew his own limits and he wouldn't hurt himself by msitake. So he rushed, till it was nearly unbearable. Till he saw stars even with his eyes closed. Pleasure shook his frame with each thrust and each time it resulted in a more frantic rutting.
To madness. Barely able to form words, remember anything. His body needed and he would take it, be it with violence. The instant the toy brushed his prostate, Yasuo felt as if he was punched. Crying out, it even got voiced.
Imagination could do so much. If he focused, he could feel Yi, remember any time spent together. They never did like this exatly but it was easy to pass that detail. Just imagine, sweet words whispered to his ear while the latter brought him to climax. Strong rocking along gentle touch, soft ambivalence he cried for. Yi….
How much till the edge ? Good question. Yasuo was so close to embrace it, dear end.
Then he registered contact, at first only in one point then all around him. His breath got stuck for a second, when he realized.
Next second, he was gently though firmly brought to lie on his side. His teary gaze met the person responsible for this. No one but Yi. Right now sitting by his side, hands lingering over him with great tenderness.
« …Yi ? » It broke into a sob, his body couldn't take more. Also because his wish was granted, heart full of love for the latter returned to him.
A hand craddled his cheek and words started to make sense.
« My apologies, I am late. »
Gap closed, Yi claimed his lips for the kinder display he could manage.
He's back…