Feather
Yami absentmindedly twirled the feather quill, an antique he preferred to use when he was feeling nostalgic, in his hand, trying to ignore the distraction in front of him and get back to working on his book. So far he had nothing but a few sentences of random ideas that would be discarded. When a tiny puff of air escaped the lungs of the man resting in his lap, Yami all but completely forgot the idea of deadlines and screaming editors.
Gently jostling the body of the smaller man so that only the head rested on his lap and his body lay on the soft grass, Yami couldn't help but admire the features presented to him. Yuugi was still the most beautiful man he had seen in his life. The shining sun cast shadows over his face, making his features sharper and more refined, making Yami hum under his breath at the display.
Feeling mischievous and bored, now that he had given up on his book for the day, Yami twisted his quill and traced patterns over Yuugi's face, making the younger man's eyebrow twitch and wrinkle his nose. A moan escaped Yuugi's throat at the disturbance and Yami couldn't help but grin.
Soon deep lavender eyes would flutter open, Yami hoped Yuugi was feeling in the mood for the other things he wanted to do with the quill.
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