Yuki wonders if a break is in order.
Yuki exhaled and pushed his chair out from under the desk before he sat back, leaning on the left armrest. Where is that brat? It's 2AM! He looked at the door before turning back to the screen in front of him to reread what he wrote, constantly checking the clock on the bottom right corner. When he became tired, he turned to the phone, his brain busting itself debating whether he should call or not.
Just then, as if to save his remaining braincells from combustion, the front door opened and closed. He grimaced out of habit.
When no sound came and sound of the key hitting the table before the legendary variable greeting consisting of his name pierced the silence, his right eye opened as he slowly eased himself to relax.
Footsteps made their way across the corridor without the usual pause at the study and the usual pace. Yuki stood and went to the bedroom. His amusement rose when he saw that he reached the bedroom as Shuuichi barely made it halfway in.
"You're late."
Shuuichi stopped, not turning but tensing. "Choreography ran later than expected. I'm sorry, Yuki."
"Why is your voice so hoarse?"
"I'm just tired," Shuuichi said, tottering the last few steps before half crawling and half pulling himself up the bed. "And thirsty." Before he slumped onto the pillow, he undid the buttons on his shirt and pants.
"You're going to sleep just like that?" Yuki asked, folding his arms.
Shuuichi hummed.
"You're going to spoil the sheets."
"Please, Yuki... kick me out tomorrow..."
Yuki frowned. "I'm not going to kick you out, idiot."
Shuuichi murmured into the pillow. He moaned when he felt warmth engulf him.
Shivers ran through his spine as Yuki's hot breath hit his ear. "What's wrong, Shu-chan? Hard day at work?"
Shuuichi moaned back. A firm hand kneaded his back, shoulder and neck. "MmmmYuki..." He sighed as he felt another join it.
Someone needs a break, Yuki thought as he kneaded tightness away. He leaned down, pulling the shirt down, and kissed between the exposed shoulder blades. He removed it and allowed Shuuichi to curl his arms under him. Yuki smiled as his fingers returned to the exposed skin. It tensed slightly at the touch as another sigh escaped Shuuichi's lips. Still so responsive.
Yuki contemplated calling Tohma Seguchi himself.
Later.
He went back to the inviting, toned shoulder blades and brushed his lips against them before noticing the soft few snores from above him. His eyes traveled up to Shuuichi's sleeping face. Shuuichi's right hand clutched at the pillow while his left hand rested next to his face. Yuki blinked then exhaled.
He quickly pushed himself off the bed.
"Yuki..."
He paused.
"Don't go."
"I'll be right back."
"Mk."
Yuki went back to his study and picked up the phone, his braincells at ease.
Yes... a break is definitely in order.