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Kitties, Syaoran thought, kitties, puppies, butterflies, playing under an apple tree, full of apples, very harmless apples. Apples were good, three apples time five apples were fifteen apples squared, which meant he would need to add a dimension or two to make this work-
A shivering moan and enthusiastic mattress squeaking. The squeaking had been less obvious when the headboard had still connected to the wall, Syaoran realized. Well, at least he didn’t hear Kurogane anymore. Which put a lot of images in his head that contained just Fai, and Fai touching himself, and Syaoran over Fai, kissing Fai, thrusting into Fai, and now if he could forget about the zucchini-
“Why do you even have a zucchini?” Syaoran shouted, and for a moment, the noises on the other side of the wall succumbed. Shortly. Oh, why did he even care.
Syaoran fumbled his hand down his body and into his sleeping pants, stifling a moan against the pillow. Fai, beautiful, obnoxious Fai was touching him, stroking him, whispering in his ear from above. Syaoran almost felt his breath against his cheek, felt a soft kiss dropped on his neck. He turned on his back, eyes closed, Fai over him kissing a way down his chest, sucking his nipples, licking a wet trail down his stomach.
Syaoran whimpered and parted his legs as Fai’s loud moans drifted over from the next room. There was hand lotion in the bedside table, he remembered, and he fumbled with the drawer for a second before squeezing a bit of the cool lotion on the index and middle finger of his left hand. He stroked himself and fingered for his own hole with the other hand, gently pressing inside. Not too deeply, just a enough to make the images come to life in his head. Fai over him, thrusting into him.
Syaoran’s breath was short and his face was glowing with arousal. Just a bit more - the squeaking next door got more enthusiastic, and somehow, Fai and Kurogane managed to make the furniture in their room groan with whatever they were doing in there. Syaoran whispered Fai’s name and let the world around fall away in favor for his fantasies. He was close and his strokes sped up.
Something broke with a splintering crash noise next door and there was some cursing that Syaoran ignored. He hooked his fingers inside himself, so close -
“Syaoran-kun-”
“Fai-san,” Syaoran moaned.
“Syao…? Oh, sorry, I didn’t mean to intrude!” came the surprised answer.
Syaoran wedged his eyes open to see Fai stand in the open door, for real. He pulled his fingers out of his ass with a strangled shout and hastily grabbed for the duvet to cover himself up. Which didn’t work all that well, as he was lying on top of said duvet, so that a panicked tug on it merealy managed to make fall of the bed in a tangle of blankets.
“Are you alright?” Fai tried to pull him up, which Syaoran would have found helpful hadn’t his cock stuck out of his pants.
“Yeah, I’m okay, what do you want?” Syaoran mumbled, wrestling out of Fai’s grip (ignoring completely how much that turned him on in this state), and carefully bundled up the duvet in his lap.
“Er, I just wanted to ask if you had the toolbox with you, Mokona didn’t know where it was and our bed kind of…” Fai let the sentence trail off, looking rather embarrassed. Mokona slept in the living room. To escape the noise possibly. Syaoran thought about joining her for the next few days.
“Yeah, er, there’s tools under the sink,” Syaoran said, hoping that Fai would go away, now. Fai stared at him seriously.
“You know, if it really affects you this much, I could talk to Kurogane about you joining us-“
“No!” Syaoran choked out an utterly terrified shout. Fai lifted his hands up with a snicker.
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