In case you guys were after a plotless and ridiculously fluff chapter, here it is:
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Chapter 4: Boyfriend
Toshiro had been awake for some time now. He'd woken up exactly as he'd fallen asleep – curled against Yukio's side, head upon the blonde's chest; warm, safe and happier than he'd ever been in his life. The prodigy's fingertips traced gentle patterns on the soft skin of his handsome new boyfriend, and he sighed silently in content.
This is what he should do with all of his Sunday mornings.
He could hear the rain still drumming against the roof and the windows; it was nowhere near as heavy as the downpour he and Yukio had gotten caught in the night before, and the almost rhythmic pitter patter was calming enough to nearly send him back to sleep. Yukio's soft breathing and steady heartbeat were no help either – Toshiro feared he might never get out of bed, but of course, why would he want to if his boyfriend was still lying in it?
Boyfriend.
It was a nice word; a happy and beautiful word that now brought Toshiro so much joy. When people at work asked him what he was doing later, he could now reply "Oh, my boyfriend is coming over,", perhaps someone at university mentions that they like his shirt, he would be able to tell them "it's my boyfriend's shirt," and the best part was that if someone asked how he knew Yukio, he could finally say "He's my boyfriend." Yukio, the blonde sex-god, was his boyfriend. Even after the night they'd just shared, Toshiro still found it hard to believe.
He made a promise to himself that he would do whatever it took to wake up every day as happy as he was right now, with Yukio wrapped around him and the only problem he would ever have before 10am was working out what to make them for breakfast.
Speaking of that, Toshiro really did intend on making his new boyfriend breakfast. Pancakes, in fact, since on one of the nights they'd been messaging on Facebook, Yukio had left temporarily to make himself pancakes for dinner.
Yukio: brb, making dinner!
Toshiro: What are you cooking?
Yukio: Pancakes XD Don't judge, it's all I can cook. Well, that and toast.
Admittedly, Toshiro had laughed a little, promising to one day cook for the blonde and bolding sending a wink face. He was just glad no one was around to see his wild blush at the twenty year old's suggestive response.
Toshiro: Hahaha well, I'll just have to cook for you one day ;)
Yukio: You can cook?! That's so sexy; I actually just got a little bit hard.
Toshiro had sprayed a mouthful of tea all over his laptop and had never felt so flustered in his life as he tried to clean it up. Needless to say, it had taken him a long time to work out what to say to that. Luckily, Yukio had saved him after a few minutes of embarrassed silence.
Yukio: Will you cook me pancakes?
Toshiro: Aren't you sick of pancakes?
Yukio: Never XD
And as promised, Toshiro decided to make pancakes for their breakfast. It took a great deal of mental self-encouragement but the prodigy eventually pushed himself out of the warm bed, slipping on his sweatpants and a fresh shirt, before padding out into the kitchen to get started. He wanted to make them from scratch, not from one of those add-water-and-shake packets like Yukio used.
"Oh look, Juu, Toshiro is finally out of bed," Shunsui's cheeky drawl met the nineteen year old as he slipped into the kitchen, "Good afternoon, Sunshine."
"It's not that late," Toshiro grumbled, ducking his head and trying not to let them know about the guest still sleeping in his bed, "It's only… What is the time?"
"Almost midday, Tosh," Jushiro murmured, glancing up from where he sat at the kitchen bench, hunched over a newspaper and mug of coffee.
"Midday?" Toshiro repeated, eyes wide in shock as bent down to check the time on the oven.
11:51, it read. Wow, Toshiro had known he'd slept well after his late night activities with Yukio, but he'd never slept in so late in his life. To be fair, he had spent probably close to an hour awake this morning, just relishing in being in Yukio's arms.
The younger white haired male in the room went about making his pancakes, pulling out the necessary ingredients and cooking equipment to make Yukio the best damn breakfast of his life.
"So, are you making Yukio breakfast as well?" Shunsui asked, his voice casual, and Toshiro froze over the mixing bowl.
"W-what?" He spluttered, "Y-Yukio, isn't here, no, why would he – that would be i-inappropriate."
Toshiro continued to stammer and blush, Shunsui chuckling as he grinned into his coffee and Jushiro fixing Toshiro with a 'don't-lie-to-me' stare.
The psychology student gave up, deflating slightly and sighing into his pancake batter, "How did you know?"
"There are clothes in the dryer that are neither ours nor yours," Jushiro murmured, his voice not giving away any clues to whether he was mad or not.
"Two shirts on the living room floor," Shunsui chipped in, "And one condom less in the bathroom."
"You count them?" Toshiro hissed, his blush only growing darker and more distinct.
Shunsui laughed, sticking his open palm out to Toshiro, "No, but now we know for sure that our little nephew got laid last night!"
It was clear he was asking for a high five but Toshiro just glared at his brunette uncle. He shouldn't have fallen for that; deny, deny, deny – that's what he should have done. He quickly turned to his biological uncle, who was looking equally unimpressed by his husband's antics.
"Uncle Juu, I'm sorry, I-" Toshiro had no idea what to say, he was so embarrassed; he'd never done anything like this before.
"I'm not angry," Jushiro said evenly, "I'm just surprised, and I would have liked to have met him first."
"It wasn't planned," Toshiro replied quickly, "It just sort of happened. We got caught in the heavy downpour last night when Yukio was walking me home. His clothes were soaked; I couldn't let him travel across the city like that to get back to the university dorms."
Jushiro sighed softly, nodding once, "Well, that I can understand, and I'm glad you both got here safely during the storm."
It looked like he wanted to say something else but didn't know how to phrase it; Toshiro had a good idea about what it was about, however.
"He's still asleep but I'll introduce him when he wakes up," Toshiro shifted his weight awkwardly between feet, "It wasn't a one night stand. He asked me to be his boyfriend… and I said yes."
There was a beat of silence, and Toshiro heard Shunsui squeal in delight and suddenly felt two big arms wrap around his small frame and hug him tightly. Toshiro was buried in the brunette's broad chest but he heard a couple of light footsteps from his other uncle and then felt warmth against his back as Jushiro joined the cuddle.
"Why didn't you say that in the beginning?" Jushiro chuckled a little, pressing a kiss into the back of Toshiro's head, "Now, a boyfriend is something we can definitely understand."
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When Toshiro finally got back to his bedroom, pancakes stacked on a plate, complete with maple syrup, fresh strawberries and sprinkled with icing sugar, Yukio was beginning to stir. The young genius placed the plate on his bedside table before sliding back into the bed beside his sexy new boyfriend.
"Where'd you go?" Yukio mumbled sleepily, pulling Toshiro into his chest and wrapping his arms around him securely.
Toshiro inhaled deeply, taking in the unique scent that was entirely Yukio and nobody else.
"I made you breakfast," the nineteen year old hummed, "Pancakes."
"Hmm, my favourite," Yukio chuckled, pressing a light kiss to Toshiro's snowy locks.
The blonde hooked a finger under Toshiro's chin, tilting his face back and drawing their lips together swiftly. It was another of their slow kisses; Toshiro still wasn't sure which he liked more – the desperate, needy and fast paced, or the slow, deliberate, and tender kisses. One showed how much Yukio wanted him and the other showed that he cared.
"Your pancakes are getting cold," Toshiro murmured against his boyfriend's lips, although he didn't want Yukio's mouth to leave his own.
"Just a bit longer," Yukio replied softly, sucking on Toshiro's bottom lip and cupping his cheek gently.
The blonde began to deepen this kiss; his tongue lapping against the nineteen year old's lips asking silently for entrance and Toshiro opened up instantly. Gods, this felt amazing. Yukio's tongue danced against his own and his arms held the prodigy close, their chests pressed flush together. Toshiro just felt so loved.
Yukio never let go of him, not even once; not when they eventually chose to sat up, not when Toshiro had to lean over to reach the pancakes and not when placed the plate gently in the blonde's lap.
"Feed me," Yukio whined, pressing light kisses into Toshiro's neck.
"Are you incapable of using utensils?" Toshiro chuckled, although he picked up the fork anyway, using the edge as a knife to break a bit of pancake off and scooping it up with a bit of strawberry and lifting to the blonde's grinning lips.
Yukio took the food into his mouth and immediately moaned, causing Toshiro to blush a little as the sound was distinctly similar to the sounds his boyfriend had made last night.
"These are amazing!" Yukio exclaimed after swallowing his mouthful. He took the fork out of Toshiro's hand and began digging into his breakfast at top speed, "What brand do you use?"
Toshiro chuckled, leaning back against his bed head and feeling very satisfied with himself, "No brand, I made them from scratch for you."
Yukio had been disturbingly pleased with how Toshiro had cooked for him, asking what else he could make, to which the prodigy had sheepishly admitted he could cook just about anything, although he'd have to look at a recipe if it was something new. Apparently the blonde hadn't had many proper home-cooked meals in the year and a half he'd been living in London, regularly eating Subway or the pre-made sandwiches from Tesco or Sainsbury's if money was tighter that week. Of course he got some meals covered by the university, but the blonde claimed that prisons served better food than they did. Toshiro made a silent oath to cook for Yukio on a frequent basis as the twenty year old scooped another bit of pancake onto his fork and offered it to him.
"My uncles are home," Toshiro informed Yukio, who didn't seem the least bit phased by it, "They want to meet you later."
"I should put on some clothes before I do that, shouldn't I?" Yukio grinned, pulling back the cover and revealing his unclothed half-hard member.
"If y-you wouldn't mind," Toshiro squeaked, his face heating up and despite the fact that he desperately wanted to look away, he couldn't actually stop himself staring.
Yukio chuckled deeply, covering himself back up and pressing a light kiss on Toshiro's scarlet cheek.
"You're so gorgeous," Yukio murmured, still grinning, "Have I ever told you that?"
Toshiro blushed harder, his voice thick, "Once or twice."
They shared the remainder of Yukio's breakfast before they both got up and prepared to face Toshiro's uncles together; well, Toshiro prepared while Yukio seemed very relaxed about the whole thing. The blonde reclaimed Kusaka's old track pants and Toshiro raided his drawers to find another shirt that might fit him since their shirts from last night were – presumably – still laying on the living room floor, unless Jushiro had decided to pick them up and put them into the wash, which was also a possibility.
Yukio held his hand as Toshiro led them down the stairs and into the study, which was often used an impromptu office for whenever Shunsui had to bring work home with him, and as a library for the two white-haired males of the house. It was one of the main things Toshiro bonded with his biological uncle over – a mutual love for literature and knowledge.
As the couple entered the well-lit room, they spotted Shunsui lazily reading through some paperwork on his desk, and Jushiro curled up on the couch with a thick book and a steaming mug of tea.
Toshiro cleared his throat and both men looked up, their eyes immediately drawn to the blonde at his side, then down to their linked hands and back up again.
"This is Yukio," the prodigy announced somewhat awkwardly, trying not to appear nervous. It was a big deal for him to bring home a boy; Kusaka was the only previous one and his uncles hadn't liked him all that much. Toshiro wanted Yukio to have a better relationship with them; he wanted to have to his boyfriend over for dinner regularly, and take him on family vacations.
Jushiro stood, walking over to the pair, and Shunsui followed quickly. Yukio straightened a little, offering his hand out to shake. The two husbands saw the hand and chuckled a little, immediately engulfing Yukio in a three-way hug. Oh yeah, Toshiro probably should have mentioned to the blonde that his uncles were very affectionate, even with new guests.
Yukio laughed too, returning the spontaneous hug like he'd known them for years.
"It's wonderful to finally meet you both," the twenty year old grinned as the three of them broke away from the hug, "Toshiro has told me such amazing things about his 'crazy uncles'."
Shunsui chuckled, pulling the little genius into a side hug, "Likewise. I swear, the last week as been all 'Yukio this, Yukio that'."
"That's not true," Toshiro grumbled, his face flushing once again. He was beginning to remember why he'd wanted to wait before Yukio met his family.
"Ahh, you must be Shunsui," Yukio smirked at the brunette, "The teasing uncle."
"You guessed it," Shunsui beamed, ruffling Toshiro's hair as if to emphasise his point, and the prodigy wiggled desperately out of the hold.
"And you must be Jushiro, the biological uncle," Yukio murmured gently as he turned to look at the older white haired man, "If the white hair, caring smile and adoration of books is anything to go by…"
Toshiro glanced at Jushiro as the man smiled back at his blonde boyfriend before pulling him into another hug. It seemed that any reservations Jushiro might have had about Toshiro bringing home a boy last night had vanished and he was welcoming a new member to their small tight-knit family.
"Will you stay for dinner tonight, Yukio?" Jushiro asked the blonde, releasing him, "Sunday night is roast night. We're having lamb."
"I wish I could, but I'm working until 10:30 tonight," Yukio looked genuinely disappointed, "I haven't a roast dinner in a very long time."
"We could save you some?" Toshiro offered shyly, "I could bring it to university tomorrow so you could have it for lunch? Or you could even come back here tonight, since its closer?"
Yukio opened his mouth to respond; he seemed a little surprised by the offer and his eyes left Toshiro to meet Jushiro's.
"You're most welcome too," Jushiro nodded encouragingly, "I don't like the idea of you travelling too far at that time of the night."
"Okay then, that'd be amazing, thank you," Yukio accepted the offer, and Toshiro had to hold himself back from fist pumping the air; another night with his sexy boyfriend!
The nineteen year old had to quickly duck out of the room under the pretence of getting Yukio's clothes out of the dryer to hide his excitement. The weekend was getting better by the minute; an almost perfect date, a new boyfriend, the best sex of his life and now a second night of sleeping beside the gorgeous blonde, wrapped in a tangle of each other's limbs.
Quickly extracting the items from the dryer, and taking a couple of minutes to iron Yukio's clothes, Toshiro met his boyfriend just as he was exiting the study, and he quickly dragged the boy up the stairs and back to his bedroom, blushing furiously as Shunsui's voice rang out after them.
"I'll give Tosh a couple more condoms for tonight!"
"I am so sorry," Toshiro groaned, slamming the door behind them, "I should have warned you about the hugging thing and Shunsui's crass humour."
Yukio chuckled, pulling Toshiro into a hug, his strong arms circling the prodigy's lithe body and planting a soft kiss on the boy's forehead.
"Your uncles are great, and I love how affectionate they are," Yukio murmured into Toshiro's white locks, "I can't remember the last time my parents hugged me."
Toshiro tightened his arms around the twenty year old's waist and Yukio's arms returned the gesture. He was yet to meet the blonde's parents, but Toshiro doubted he was going to like them very much; how could they not just want to spend every waking moment cuddling their adorable son? Why were drugs and alcohol more important to them than their own child? Well, Yukio had Toshiro now, and the white haired male would hug him all day long if the boy would let him.
"And they're protective too," Yukio continued, his voice tinged with humour, "Shunsui says he'll cut off my dick and feed it to the ravens at the Tower of London if I ever hurt you."
Toshiro groaned again; when were his uncles going to stop embarrassing him? More than anything, the prodigy was surprised Yukio was still here; most boys would have run for the hills by now if they'd been threatened in such a manner during the first encounter with their brand new boyfriend's family.
"I'm so sorry," Toshiro mumbled against the blonde's shoulder and clenching his eyes shut.
"It was a very specific threat," Yukio laughed, rubbing Toshiro's back gently, "But I'm not worried; I'd never hurt you, you know?"
Toshiro closed his eyes and let the feeling of Yukio's fingers trailing up and down his spine take over him. He hummed his agreement; Yukio would not hurt him and he would not hurt Yukio. They'd been dating for less than a day but Toshiro had a strong feeling about it – a positive feeling – they're chemistry was unique and well-matched. They just fitted together so well.
"Are you sure you have to go to work today?" Toshiro mumbled against the blonde's shoulder; he just wanted to go back to bed and watch movies all day with this impeccably handsome male he could call his boyfriend.
"Trust me, I'd rather stay with you," Yukio chuckled, "But I've gotta pay the bills somehow. Besides, I'll be back tonight."
The twenty year old chuckled again at Toshiro's pout, and slowly they detached themselves so Yukio could get changed back into his own clothes. He had to go back to his dorm to get his work polo shirt and lanyard, so he was leaving earlier than he would have if he was going straight from Toshiro's.
Jushiro and Shunsui were in the living room when Toshiro was walking Yukio out. The psychology student tried to ignore their grins as he pushed the blonde towards the door.
"Thanks for having me," Yukio called over his shoulder, waving a little while Toshiro tugged him, "It was nice meeting you."
"It was lovely to meet you too, Yukio," Jushiro beamed, returning the wave, "We'll see you tonight."
"Only if you two promise to keep the moaning to a minimum," Shunsui added, much to Toshiro's embarrassment, "I want to get a decent sleep tonight."
"Got it," Yukio winked back, "You're still providing the condoms though, right?"
Toshiro groaned; Yukio had a very cheeky sense of humour but he'd never imagined him joining forces with Shunsui Kyoraku – the master of inappropriate humour. Although, Rangiku certainly enjoyed teaming up with him to tease Toshiro, apparently it was fun.
"Of course," Shunsui smirked; seemingly glad to have someone to join on his teasing bandwagon, "As I always say, 'you can't go wrong, if you shield your dong'."
"That's a beautiful philosophy – truly inspiring," Yukio grinned, "But I prefer, 'Don't be a loner, cover your boner'."
"And it's time to go," Toshiro flushed, pushing Yukio towards the door while both the blonde and Shunsui laughed at his embarrassment. Even Jushiro was cracking a smile after a token disapproving eye roll.
Once at the door, Toshiro stopped his pushing long enough to rip it open. Yukio took advantage of the distraction, grabbing Toshiro's waist and pulling him flush against the blonde. The white haired boy's protest was drowned as soft pink lips engulfed his own and the arms tightened around his waist.
Toshiro's mind was wiped blank immediately; he forgot where he was or what he was doing, his only focus was on Yukio and the body wrapped around him. A tongue swiped across his upper lip gently and Toshiro opened his mouth instantly to take Yukio into him. His arms wound automatically around the blonde's neck, and pulled him closer when he felt him beginning to pull back. The nineteen year old's fingers danced lightly in blonde locks while Yukio's hands held him, not going lower than the base of his spine, but Toshiro desperately wanted them to. He moved closer to Yukio, so that they're crotches were pressed together and all the gamer had to do was move – just a little bit – and they'd both get the friction they wanted; Toshiro's member was beginning to harden at the thought-
"Ahem."
Both boys froze.
Oh fuck, that's right. They were not alone.
Quickly detaching themselves from one another, Toshiro glimpsed Yukio's blushing face before glancing up at his uncles; Shunsui was grinning manically, and Jushiro just looked mildly uncomfortable, probably not at all helped by the fact that his husband was nudging him in the ribs, chuckling and saying "That was us the first time you came to my parents' place, remember Juu?"
"I better go," Yukio whispered to Toshiro, the white haired boy nodding in response, beyond glad that his half-hard boner hadn't been noticed and was slowly dying down again.
He stood at the door, watching as Yukio made his way down the front steps, through the tiny gate and setting off down the street towards the tube, glancing over his shoulder and winking suggestively. Toshiro blushed again, quickly shutting the door. He was still very much aware that his uncles were staring and slowly he turned to face them.
"Yukio seems like a nice boy," Jushiro muttering, his cheeks slightly pink, "He seems like he's going to treat you… well."
"That was some kiss, Tosh!" Shunsui exclaimed, throwing a lazy arm around Jushiro, "I'll never know how you landed such a gorgeous specimen; I must have taught you well."
Both Toshiro and Jushiro scoffed at that, simultaneously rolling their eyes.
Well, despite the realisation that his whole relationship with Yukio so far was a constant stream of Toshiro embarrassing himself (or being embarrassed by his annoying brunette uncle), it seemed that things we're going well.
…
Rangiku had called not long after Yukio had left wanting a whole debrief on the big date; well, she'd called several times late last night and earlier that day, but Toshiro had been with Yukio then and hadn't bothered to check his phone, and he hadn't heard it ringing either since he usually kept it on silent.
Picking up the phone, Toshiro grinned a little to himself; finally, he had some good news in the romance area of his life to share with the busty strawberry blonde.
"Hey," He greeted, not bothering to stop the happiness sounding in his voice.
"YOU GOT LAID LAST NIGHT, DIDN'T YOU?" Rangiku screeched excitedly down the line.
"Uh…" Toshiro paused; how on Earth did this woman know everything? He saw no point lying to her about, so with a half shrug of his shoulders, he replied, "Yeah, actually, yeah I did."
"I KNEW IT!" She screamed, "I could tell the moment you answered!"
"You knew I had sex from me simply saying 'hey'?" Toshiro chuckled, flopping back onto his bed and getting comfortable; phone calls with Rangiku generally took up at least an hour of his time, if not longer, especially when she had some gossip to discuss with him, usually in the form of 'guess who slept with who!'
"Yeah, normally you answer with a very disgruntled 'what'," Rangiku giggled, "When you didn't answer my earlier calls, I was worried that the date might have gone badly and you were upset, but now I can tell – you're way too happy."
"Right," Toshiro rolled his eyes, "Well, yes, I did have sex last night. To answer the questions I know you're about to ask: Yes, it was good, Yes, I will see him again, and No, I don't think he'll ask me out soon because he already did it and now he's my boyfriend."
Rangiku screamed down the line and Toshiro cringed, pushing the phone away from his ear. Damn, that woman was loud. He placed the phone on the pillow next to his head, not bothering to put it on loud speaker because he could hear her without it. He had to cover his mouth to silence his laughs; Rangiku was flipping out and it was hilarious, mostly because Toshiro was in a good enough mood to find humour in her antics today. It was nice to talk about his love life when things were going well; in fact, all he wanted to do was sit down with someone and gush about his night and his new sex god boyfriend.
"He asked you out?!" Rangiku squealed, "This is amazing news, Tosh! Was it before or after the sex?"
"Before," Toshiro answered, proceeding to tell his best friend about the whole night from start to finish. He recounted how nervous he'd been and how he'd tripped over right in front of the blonde – to which Rangiku had almost wet herself laughing over – and how he and Yukio had cuddled after their conversation about their parents. He told her about the woman in the cinema who interrupted what would have been their first kiss – Rangiku let fly some unique descriptions of the woman, despite not actually being there – and about how the two boys had been caught in the crazy downpour, leading them to make out on Toshiro's front door step.
He was glad she couldn't see him as he blushed, recounting the moment when he told Yukio about the experiment involving Pavlov's theory, expecting the twenty year old to get mad, but he did the opposite, confessing his feelings for Toshiro and leading them to their next make out session, which had ultimately resulted in their new relationship, followed by some hot sex.
"Can I come over and meet him tonight?" Rangiku asked, her voice bubbling with excitement.
"You've already met him," Toshiro pointed out, his mouth twisting into a smirk, "When you bought your laptop, remember?"
"Oh, yeah!" Rangiku exclaimed, and Toshiro didn't miss the mischievous sound in her voice, "I know where he works, I can just pay him a visit whenever."
"… I don't think that's necessary," Toshiro froze. Shit, shit, shit. He should not have reminded her about that.
"You said he was working tonight, didn't you?"
"I don't recall that."
"I do," Rangiku sung, "You said, 'he's coming over again tonight, once he finishes work'."
"No, I didn't," Toshiro lied, shaking his head for effect even though she couldn't see him, "Honestly, woman, I think you're hearing things."
"You know what, I've actually been having problems with my phone too," Rangiku's teasing voice practically purred through the speaker, "I think I need a new one. Do you know any good electronics stores, Toshiro?"
"Goodbye, devil woman," Toshiro replied, hastily hanging up the phone and chucking it to the other end of his bed.
He sighed; yep, this was the beginning of the end. Yukio might tolerate him, but Rangiku was a force to be reckoned with.
…
"Gods you look beautiful with those glasses on," Yukio murmured pressing a kiss to Toshiro's temple while the boy leant over his study notes.
Toshiro closed his eyes as the warm lips pressed against his skin. Yukio had ended up finishing work earlier than expected, surprising the white haired boy when he entered the bedroom a whole hour earlier than expected. Shunsui had let him in and Jushiro had warmed up a plate of food for him, sending him to Toshiro's room with his meal. Toshiro had been studying most of the afternoon, and began to pack up when Yukio arrived but the blonde told him to keep studying while he ate his dinner; apparently he had first noticed Toshiro studying in the library and found it 'cute' when he frowned at his textbook and chewed his pen.
Yukio's lips moved down, kissing Toshiro's cheek, then his jaw and down to his neck.
"Okay, and I'm done studying," Toshiro murmured, tilting his head back so his boyfriend could reach it better.
"Oh sorry, am I distracting you?" Yukio chuckled against the nineteen year old's neck; his kisses turning to light nips and sucks.
"Little bit," Toshiro groaned softly as the pair of lips descended to his collar bone.
"Maybe I should stop?" the gamer asked, his mouth twisting into a smirk as he paused above the hickey he'd left on Toshiro's skin from last night, his fingers tugged at the hem of Toshiro's shirt.
"Gods no," Toshiro whispered, shoving the books off his lap and onto the floor beside his bed.
Yukio grinned, his hands ripping Toshiro's shirt off in the blink of an eye before his lips reattached themselves to his collarbone, sucking hard. The prodigy's eyes were closed but he felt his boyfriend pushing him gently down until he was lying flat on the bed. There was a shift on the mattress and Toshiro opened his eyelids to see the gorgeous blonde's body hovering over him.
The blonde flashed him his token cheeky grin before lowering himself until his breath was ghosting over Toshiro's right nipple. Suddenly a jolt of pleasure shot through his body and the teal eyed male gasped; He'd been watching Yukio's mouth which was hovering above his right side and had failed to notice the hand stalking over his left nipple – that is, until Yukio's pinched him gently there, rolling the bud between his thumb and index finger.
The nineteen year old never got the chance to recover as finally the lips latched on to his other nipple, and then hands and lips worked together to please him. It was funny, he'd never considered himself much of a nipple-play kind of guy but with Yukio, he never wanted the boy to stop his abuse on them. The blonde shifted again, swapping sides and the pleasure racked Toshiro's body again; he tried to stay quiet knowing his uncles had only gone to bed about fifteen minutes ago, and usually stayed up reading for a while, but his erection was getting harder by the minute, poking into Yukio's stomach and beginning to weep. Even the slightest of the blonde's movements over his arousal was causing him to grunt back moans.
Yukio's administrations came to end, his body slipping further down Toshiro's frame, leaving a fiery trail of kisses in his wake. The older boy nestled between Toshiro's legs, and just as quickly as he pulled of the prodigy's shirt, he lifted up the boy's hips and slid of his pants. The nineteen year old barely had time to register that he was completely naked before two skilled hands were rubbing his thighs, causing the muscles to twitch. The blonde lowered his head down again, this time kissing and sucking at Toshiro's silky inner thighs, while his hands decided it was time to grab his ass.
"Yukio," Toshiro whispered breathlessly as digits swiped passed his entrance but were yet to touch it, or better yet, enter it, "I-I need-"
"Patience, Babe," Yukio chuckled, "I'll get there."
Toshiro groaned; there was that word again, 'patience'. He wasn't patient. He was a genius and a prodigy, his mind spun countless thoughts in minutes and he was definitely not used to things being so slowly paced.
The mouth resumed its sucking on the inside of the white haired male's thigh, hands groping and massaging his ass, all the while never touching his quivering hole. It still felt good – amazingly good – but Toshiro knew exactly what would feel better, AKA Yukio plunging his perfect cock deep inside him.
"Last night I said I wanted to finish you in my mouth next time," Yukio muttered, his breath now blowing heatedly across the base of Toshiro's arousal, "Well, it's 'next time' now."
Toshiro's eyes bulged wide as his boyfriend instantly engulfed almost his entire member in one big mouthful. His head snapped back and he could not stop the loud moan that echoed from his mouth as Yukio began to suck, bobbing his head up and down the shaft rhythmically. One of the blonde's skilled gamer hands began to fondle Toshiro's balls, rolling them around in his palm while the other hand stayed between his ass cheeks.
A finger prodded his entrance but Toshiro couldn't concentrate on it, his entire focus pulled towards the scorching heat that surrounded his member. Suddenly Yukio's mouth and ass-groping hand left him, stopping only brief to suck his own three fingers before returning to his previous work. Toshiro felt a thin digit enter him, pushing in very slowly, but he could barely feel it over the incredible blow job Yukio was giving him. The lips wrapped around his length so beautifully, it was like they were made for it, and the twenty year old's tongue swirled deviously around the head before plunging back down to the base. Toshiro saw a crazy glint in his boyfriend's gorgeous jewel coloured eyes and then the boy sunk down further, completely deep-throating his member.
"Y-Yukio," Toshiro continued to moan, his body writing on the bed sheets and his hips beginning to rock, bucking up into the blonde's mouth and then pushing back on the finger inside of him, "I-I'm cl-close."
The first finger pulled out of him and a second one was added, but the pain was so minimal that it actually added to the pleasure, and it took no time at all until Toshiro was trying to impale himself further on the two digits. He was becoming overwhelmed, there was pleasure in front of him and pleasure behind, and he didn't know which way to turn.
He never got to decide, because with one very swift motion, Yukio pushed his hips back down onto his fingers, curling and brushing his prostate while sucking harshly on his member. Toshiro came hard with a loud moan as wave after wave of insane pleasure surged through his entire body. He felt heat coursing through his veins and he felt like an explosion at ripped him limb from limb. His body continued to tremble with the aftershocks, even after Yukio had swallowed every drop that had come out of him.
Toshiro continued to pant breathlessly as Yukio slid back up the bed, wrapping his arms around his body and pulling him into his side. He knew his body was covered in sweat, but the blonde didn't seem to mind in the slightest, gently kissing his wet forehead and gently massaging the prodigy's lower back.
"Your uncles would have heard that," Yukio murmured, his voice sounding far away to Toshiro, despite how close he was, "But it was completely worth it; you taste better than anything, Gorgeous."
Still to breathless to really comprehend what the blonde was saying to him, he only nodded, swallowing in an effort to wet his dry throat.
"So, so… so worth it," Toshiro panted, his eyes closing once again.
Yukio chuckled, kissing his forehead again and Toshiro's mouth twitched up into a smile.
Yes, it was worth it. Yukio was worth everything.
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