You rub your forehead with the side of your wrist, such an unrefined movement that is only reserved for a time of utmost pressure. To go to Nationals, or to not go to Nationals: that is the question. Hmmmm. You sigh, another sign of weakness only reserved for times such as now. You feel warm arms wrap around your shoulders in a brief hug.
"What's got you so hot and bothered?" he purrs in your ear.
Still feeling disgruntled, you let out a deeper sigh and your eyes stay open as you allow him to turn your face for a kiss. He's just gotten out of the shower and he has yet to put on his glasses. You like him like this, seemingly defenseless. Your eyes track the water droplets falling from his hair as they slide down his sculpted chest, down until they meet their demise in a purple towel. A purple towel with the initials A.K embroidered in gold thread.
"Can't decide," you sigh into the kiss. "And Yuushi? That's my towel."
"About?" he prompts and pulls you towards the bed. You scowl but follow and fall gracefully on him.
"Nationals." You raise yourself so that you can slip out of your shirt as Yuushi dutifully helps you out of your shorts. You deftly untie the knot keeping his towel up and denying you what is yours.
"Think it's beneath you?" he asks mockingly and he runs his hands lovingly down your back, squeezing.
You arch and gasp out, "It would be too much like…" You can't finish what you were going to say because he's just decided to behave like the child he is and started to suckle. Using his tongue he proves that he is a tensai after all. He rolls you over so that you're under him.
His blue hair still isn't fully dry yet and you feel the wet fall on your face much to your disquiet. You scrunch up your face in annoyance. "Yuushi," you grumble. He inserts two fingers and you can't help it; you writhe. "Yuushi," you growl, but for a different reason entirely - it's not enough. He removes his fingers and you wait, impatient for its replacement.
"Something wrong, Keigo?"
He's laughing at you and you decide you don't care for it. But then he enters you in one swift thrust and it takes you a second to recover. Instead of a verbal retort, you wind your legs around his waist, the new angle forcing him deeper. You reach up, linking your hands around his neck. You pull him down for a heat filled kiss, searching for that perfection you know is born every time the two of you lose control.
"No, everything…is…absolutely…per-fect." And in that moment, as time stands still, when he encloses his tennis callused hand around you and both of you climax simultaneously, it is.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"Keigo, wouldn't it be spectacular?" he whispers in your ear as you lie sprawled on him in your king sized bed.
"Hmmm?" you mumble, sated. You lift your head so that you can see him properly.
"If we went to Nationals as guests and won?" Yuushi's voice has dreamy tone to it and his eyes are closed.
"Ah, I suppose." You had to admit he had a point; it did sound rather glorious. A smirk graces your lips. "And Ore-sama knows the best way to celebrate." His eyes, now open, glimmer with mischievous intent.
"Why don't we start now?"
"If you insist," you sigh with mock resignation.
"I do," he says and then flips you so that you lie on top of him. And cycle repeats itself. Again. And again.