Kensei x Shuuhei
Rated: M
Title: To claim and be claimed.
They really were going to do this.
Kensei walked naked into the bathroom and could tell by the way Shuuhei avoided the stream of water, that it was cold. Too cold.
Sighing he opened the clear shower door. He'd warm Shuuhei up in a hurry. Glaning up the younger man frowned slightly, not too pleased that they'd have to take a shower together, even though they were lovers. Shuuhei preferred HOT showers and Kensei on the other hand preferred colder showers.
"Live with it." Kensei growled, stepping through the chill curtain of water to get to Shuuhei.
"Live with what?" Shuuhei looked up, his cheeks slightly rosy.
Kensei interrupted his lover and just chuckled. "Need a hand?"
Shuuhei's tan skin seemed to almost glow, his black hair clung to his neck. Sighing softly he held out a hand to Kensei and drew him closer. "I'd rather have a bit of warm water…Live with what?"
Kensei reached for his young lover with his other hand, swinging Shuuhei's wet body flush against him.
Smirking he made Shuuhei look him in the eye. "Let's see if I can make you forget about warm water and questions, huh?"
Before the other man could reply Kensei brought his mouth down on his, groaning softly at the taste of soap on Shuuhei's lips. Pulling Shuuhei closer, he bunched up the black hair in one fist and tugged his head back, kissing the skinny arch curve of his throat, the curve between the neck and shoulder.
He wanted to devour Shuuhei.
To absorb him.
Shuuhei's body seem to fit his like the missing piece of a puzzle. Only Shuuhei could make him think like a poet.
Only Shuuhei.
Fuck…..he loved that kid a lot.
He groaned softly and bucked his hips against Shuuhei's making him cry out in pleasure.
He wanted to imprint himself on Shuuhei. To claim and be claimed. Hell, to stamp his ownership.
Shit. When had be become so medieval!?