Title: Bare
Theme: 40 – Heat
Summary: He laughed, drawing closer as Atem kissed a long trail up his throat, whispering silly things; Yugi twined his fingers into his hair and smiled into his mouth.
Rating: M
Genre: Romance
WARNING: Rated 'Mature' for sexual content. There's nothing terribly explicit, I don't think (as you can see I tend to dance around stuff like this), so I think I'll keep the overall rating for this story T/PG13 because this is the only fic I plan writing that's this... raw. I had to do this prompt eventually, but that doesn't mean that I have to like it. You're more than free to skip this if it isn't your cup of tea or it makes you uncomfortable or squeamish. Or maybe this is what you've been waiting for. I'll never know.

He managed seven long, deep, even strokes; Atem bore down upon him, over him.

"Atem," Yugi murmured, arching upwards, pulling at his shoulders, tighter and closer. Beneath his palms, the pharaoh's skin is warm, flushed, sweaty. Slicked with heat, his muscled tensed and rippled, bunching.

"Atem," he said, "I – "

He placed a graceless kiss to Yugi's jaw, into the soft hollow there; mouth open, lips warm, teeth scraping gently, tongue flicking against his skin. A hand traveled down to his hip, gripping; it slid down Yugi's thigh, firm and smooth, and hitched it up to move it higher.

"Atem," he said again, and he rolled his hips again, rolled in deep. Pressed down, in, closer, tighter. "Oh," Yugi said, and he did it again. Atem's fingers on the back of his thigh, mouth hot and breathy against his throat, shoulders steadily shifting beneath his palms – all of it came so easy, so natural, like running water.

Yugi rose up against him, nails digging in, legs tightening, dragging him down. Atem nuzzled his jaw, the tender spot where his throat met his neck, and followed it up, slowly, delicately, to the joint behind his ear –

"Atem," he said, "Atem, please, I can't – would you – please." Yugi closed his eyes and breathed. His lips were dry, tongue not working properly in the heat. "I need you to –" He frowned, aching. "I need –" but he lost it.

Atem nipped at his earlobe, dragging it gently through his teeth. In his ear he exhaled, his breath gusting, hot. "Ai-bou," he said, each syllable being dragged out slowly. "Use your wor-rds."

Yugi smiled a bit against Atem's jaw, lips pressed to his skin; he grew still, enjoying it, feeling the other pull in and out as Atem hid his own laughter in his hair.

"Mmmmph." A bit harder, this time, almost painful. "Sorry."

"No, you're good," Yugi breathed out, eyes half-closed, unable – or unwilling, it felt the same – to open them fully in the warm, humid atmosphere between them.

Atem's hips stuttered; he fell out of rhythm.

"Oh, hello," he said. "That has never happened before. Let me try again –" and Yugi threw his head back, laughing, flush against him.

He laughed still, thighs drawing up closer as Atem fit within him, and he kissed a long trail up his throat, whispering silly things; he rocked again, then again, and again, each stroke driving a line of heat rolling up his spine, and Yugi twined his fingers into his hair and smiled into his mouth.

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A/N: You probably won't see much else like this from me. Sorry. Hope you enjoyed it anyway.