AN: No own Yu Gi Oh...random (hopefully)sexiness? Enjoy?
24. Sweating
A bead of moisture ran down the back of his neck and Yuugi met it, licking a trail up to the hairline. His efforts were rewarded with a low, wanton moan.
"You're sweating," he muttered to his lover's ear, voice husky in evidence of his own desire.
Yami couldn't speak; he uttered short pants as pale hands darted under his shirt to pull it over his head.
He found himself pushed none too gently onto the couch, where Yuugi stood over his seated form. His blood begin to boil under the fire in Yuugi's eyes, each glance a flame devouring every inch of his body.
A bead of sweat formed and began to slide down his chest and onto his stomach. Their eyes caught and Yuugi quirked a devilish eyebrow.
Yami's breath stopped when he bent to receive the bead with his tongue.
Thank you!