I did it.

Another success for this day, not matter how flustered it made Yi just to ask. It ultimately killed him on the spot when he had to watch Yasuo going through his clean clothes to find a shirt per his request. Rarely he would blush that dark and it was for a good reason. Keeping a straight face was easy yet blushing was too difficult to hold back in any way, he was doomed to endure it.

Obviously a similar thing was going in Yasuo's mind, given that flustered smile when he at last found a shirt to give him. It had taken maybe five minutes to chose because he seemed to hesitate a lot between what he go available. Probably between a nice shirt and one that he would rather keep to wear.

Now he handed Yi the chosen shirt, a black one rather soft to the touch. He accepted it gladly, still trying not to show his eagerness to have such item in hand. Nice… All this conflict for this and it was worth it.

Once he looked up, he found a very curious Yasuo staring at him with anticipation. Oh. He looked more than adorable like this and Yi suppsoed he wanted to have his approval, to hear him accept it.

« Thank you. This is more than I would dare to hope. » He held the folded shirt close to him, for the sentimental value it held. It was just a shirt but he was still very happy to have it.

« N-No problem ! Glad you like it. » Gentle red tinted his cheeks and made the view so precious.

Time was running short, Yi was too aware of it. Even more because it took the latter some time to find the right shirt to offer him. A bit reluctantly he went to his bag and got the shirt put into it. Normally it wouldn't be noticed once he got home. Really, how old was he to hide something in his school bag ? Better safe than sorry.

« Babyyyyyyyy… » Yasuo returned to his habit of clinging to him, a bit plaintive. Arms laced around his boyfriend, he made a small show of keeping him here but it wasn't strong enough to truly stop him.

« I'm sorry but I have to. We will see each other tomorrow, dear. » Once his short business done, he coaxed Yasuo into a kiss.

It was soft and easy, small attention given to convey this need of patience. All would be alright and they had shared some quality time together. The latter followed with dear eagerness, hands holding him even closer as to make it last forever, pushing lightly into the kiss until they needed to breathe.

He still had to go, breaking this sweet attention. Yasuo tried to follow, almost like a reflex then he got a very sad look when it was clear it was time to go.

« Please…I wish I could stay here too. » He craddled his cheek and gave a short peck before indeed breaking contact.

« I know…Let me go with you, at least half of it. » Yasuo never sulked for too long, obviously not too hurt by all this. They both knew they would see each other soon.

« Gladly. Now let's go. »

Another innocent kiss then they went on.

The walk back home now had a very tender mood. It was nice because he still had Yasuo by his side, holding his hand like it was the most important thing in the world. A sweet moment to conclude a sweet day.

Once it was time, the latter took a short yet dedicated time to kiss him goodbye, chaste gestures that hid well his longing. Yi accepted everything and gave a few soft words, rewarded by a small blush. Really, life was so good to them.

Going on different paths was difficult, he wished they could just remain together for a few days but it would be difficult to explain to his parents. They waved goodbye to each other until they were out of each other's sight then Yi went for the last bit of walk until his home.

Sleep time was here. After such long day he was glad to have this. The end of afternoon and evening had gone rather quickly, between his serious work and dinner, free time and nightly routine.

It was only once he had wished goodnight to his parents and left for his bedroom that he dared to go through his bag for this particular item. Yasuo's shirt. He didn't know why he took such care in not being caught, it wasn't even illegal or dangerous. Maybe because he gave it a lot of importance and it was private for them.

Now he held it with care, thoughts wandering about his boyfriend. A week and he already had a shirt from the latter, with all the sentimental value coming with it. Yi was so happy.

There was a reason for this late initiative to get the shirt. Now he had no need to get out of his bedroom before next day so he was free. He took off his own pajama top and put on that one shirt with reverence. The blush clung to his face, no matter how innocent the intent was.

Right then, sitting in bed, he appreciated the simple joy of wearing his boyfriend's clothes. Soft… It was really nice and maybe he felt guilty for appreciating something that much.

Soon enough his attention came back to Yasuo, a few texts arriving. They never really stopped talking unless they were busy and for now the latter appreciated the time while Yi was up. He was about to go to bed and sleep, everything over for this day.

A few loving messages later, Yi settled to sleep. The battle of heart emojis last maybe a few minutes but Yasuo was well aware that he held his sleep dear and it was important to respect it. Everything slowed down until he sent a final goodnight, very sweet.

Good night, love.

It was time to sleep. Under the blanket, Yi lied down comfortably. Innerly he wished he could have slept at Yasuo's place, to share a bed with him for a nap had been more than good.

His thoughts wandered quietly, remembering the day and its more than delightful development. Really, he couldn't have hoped for so much. They had both know they would get to something heated but it was whole new thing to actually do it. Thankfully Yasuo was more than ready to initiate and provide.

Mmmh. Difficult to remain chaste in moments like these. After the first 'incident' last saturday, this was their first time being intimate with each other, to the point of sharing pleasure together. Now the door was open to any exploration and Yi was starved for anything. Yasuo had proved such dedication, kneeling for him so eagerly, it still made him blush right now.

Between these fresh memories and the soft new smell from the shirt he wore, there were more than one reason to get lost. Maybe this was also why Yi felt so ashamed of himself for asking this. He deeply knew it, a shirt would still keep Yasuo's typical smell and it reminded him so much of his bedroom. Both of them lying down in his bed, dear contact and feverish moves.

So to say, he still had it coming when he felt arousal lurking nearby. Yi knew that if he lingered on this topic for too long, he would without missing get hard. Yasuo had this particular skill to make him horny without an effort.

Deep breath, trying to fight it but from the start he knew it was over. Please no… Useless, again. A bit annoyed with himself, Yi burried his face in the pillow. Really, the smell was getting to him, filling his mind of memories of the day, warm blanket around them and maddening touch. This wasn't supposed to be the initial aim, he just wanted to have soemthing from Yasuo to think about him. Nothing like this.

It was too late now, he was aching for touch. Shame struck him again because this situation was far from correct or practical. Since he had no other way around, Yi surrended and slipped a hand in his boxers.

Such fluster from a too familiar feeling and many emotions, it led him there. Quiet, quiet. He couldn't risk anything. There were only two other persons in this house and rather far from his own bedroom but it was still too many. Yi forced himself to stay quiet, face pushed in the pillow as he made quick work of this persistent need.

This was going to be quick and it was all he could ask. Pants down, still under the blanket, he rushed into easy pleasure. Damn you, Yasuo… It was too easy to blame him, both had to take responsibility. Yet he didn't stop, stroking himself in a hard pace. He needed to get this done fast before it risked to be noticed. A few moans died smothered in the pillow.

Memories remained vivid in his mind. What a wonderful time, to feel Yasuo in his arms, on top of him. He had looked so unsure yet needy, both of them red in the face for such heated topic. How could something so hot be remembered as precious ? He cherished it and now it only made him equally aroused.

Oh, if only his boyfriend was with him. He wanted, needed more. Anything from Yasuo, to his very presence. The edge grew close, thankfully. Yi ran down this way, too glad for this to be over in no time. Not once his thoughts left the latter, clinging to him for the best.

Orgasm was going to be difficult to control. Silence reigned the house and he feared whatever he did would be heard. It was stupid, they wouldn't hear but he was still scared. Not enough to stop climax when it hit, making him tense suddenly. Indeed it got really hard to stop that noise of relief, at the limit of moaning Yasuo's name. If only. Ah… Then it was extremely good and soothing, making him relax in bed.

Long exhale, he lied there slightly trembling. Really, how far would he go ? It was good but he wasn't proud of himself. Yasuo's smell would gently cling to him and his sheets, like a soft dream. It was all he asked for now. However he still had to clean up, at least to pretend it didn't happen.

Yi took care of it but it became increasingly difficult as sleep took over. He couldn't get lazy right now so he finished it but it was still draining.

At last, he collapsed back in bed and returned to snuggle in the blanket, staining red coloring his cheeks. A sigh escaped him, too affected by this lingering bliss. As distraction he thought about Yasuo and it got better.

Tomorrow. A little wait then he would see his boyfriend, acting all tough and clingy. He already wished to be there, to hold him.

Sleep indeed didn't take long, less than a minute after he closed his eyes. So this night he wouldn't have to endure guilt and fears about his latest incident. May his dreams be as sweet as their time together.

Yasuo…