Rating: T - Mainly fluff, handsy Tyki.
Disclaimer: Katsura Hoshino-sensei owns D. Gray-man and its characters; I solely us them for writing funtimes.
Author's Note: I do want to apologize for how long this took, despite its short length. I've just been way too tired lately. The long-awaited, promised sequel. Feedback is always loved~.
Allen wasn't all that sure with the specifics of how his relations to the Portuguese had developed to such levels.
He groaned halfheartedly when said male caused the bed to dip as he slid underneath the covers, a grin that hadn't seemed to leave his face all day still there. Certainly, he didn't not enjoy his company; simply, he could be quite overbearing at times. Mainly, he would act overly possessive (especially now that Lavi was well aware they were going out). However, Allen wasn't going to complain about the rather endearing attention. At least not yet; he deserved to be coddled every so often his lover was willing to do so.
Except, he practically jumped out of bed when he felt the ebony-haired man unexpectedly kiss the back of his neck.
Frowning darkly into his pillow, the silverette sincerely tried to ignore the following shower of kisses to his bare back. He also tried holding in the string of curses he wanted to scream when Tyki suddenly nuzzled at the ends of his hair. He couldn't help the scowl marring his features when the older male pressed their bodies flush closer, and it was then Allen belatedly remembered that he always favored sleeping in the nude. Sadly, so did he.
But when his boyfriend insisted on nibbling on his earlobe, he decided enough was enough, and snapped.
Managing to turn around, even with Tyki's grip, Allen sent him an incredulous, irritated look, before saying, "What in the hell are you doing?"
Tyki countered the look with a lethargic expression, shrugging his dissension and faintly his lips twitched in amusement when he replied, "I believe it's called 'sex', shounen."
The silverette deadpanned, sighing heavily before shooting him another annoyed glance; regardless of the blush on his features. "No, really?"
Tyki either couldn't decipher sarcasm from speech or simply chose to ignore it, because he merely nodded his head before attempting to pull the silverette closer to him once more. Even then, Allen tried to fight him off, but gave in when Tyki managed to pull him on top of him. Glaring into chocolate eyes, Allen seemed unaware of how his blush had darkened deliciously across the bridge of his nose. Tyki sighed internally. Oh, if only he could lick it off…
"Tyki Mikk, damn it, stop that!" Allen roared, voice cracking near the end.
The ebony-haired man was distinctly confused, but realized his lover's reaction was brought forth when he actually did try to lick the boy's fluster off.
Grinning self-contently, he cupped Allen's head, forcing their mouths mere inches away, before whispering, "If you'd like, I could always fetch the whip cream."
The silverette visibly tensed, but Tyki caught how his blush turned crimson when he saw the youth faintly nod his agreement.
His grin grew in size, and he carefully rolled the boy to the side before hurrying along to the kitchen.
Tyki, contritely, could care less about the history of their relationship; he always preferred thinking ahead.