do i need any other reason [Gravitation, Eiri/Shuichi]
Title: do i need any other reason
Fandom: Gravitation
Pairing/Characters: Eiri/Shuichi
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Gravitation and its characters do not belong to me.
Summary: For some reason, Shuichi thinks he’s into this kind of thing.
A/N: shh i'm still just getting back into the groove before i tackle any big projects (I HAVE TWO PLANNED!)
He was leaving the market when Shuichi called him, fresh packets of cigarettes in every pocket, one opened but soon abandoned when the hushed voice on the phone told him how hard he was, begged him to hurry home.
“What brought this on?” It hardly mattered; the faint beginnings of arousal were already stirring in his groin.
“You exist,” the singer moaned into his ear, sending a shiver through him. “Do I need any other reason?”
It was really a miracle of self-restraint that kept Eiri from sprinting back home.
He started unbuttoning his shirt once he entered the apartment and kicked his shoes off, shrugging to send it falling off his shoulders, down his arms, leaving it behind in the hallway. His fingers were working at his belt buckle when he reached the bedroom, the growing hardness confined in his pants jerking in anticipation as he toed the door open and a whimper reached out to him from the boy-
The boy who was reclining on his bed in that schoolgirl uniform. The one Eiri knew he’d thrown out at least five times. Somehow, Shuichi was convinced that he found it sexy, even though he’d made it perfectly clear on numerous occasions that-
“Yuki…”
Well, he supposed that like this, with Shuichi flushed and wanting and that skirt doing precious little to cover his blushing erection, it didn’t look so bad.
Still. He’d taken a stance. He had to stick to it.
“Yuki!”
He turned and left the room, ignoring the protest of both his lover and his body.
[--]
Eiri closed his eyes, tried to focus on the tongue traveling down his stomach. Muscles jumped beneath the wet heat of Shuichi’s mouth, involuntary spasms that made the boy chuckle against him. Teeth nibbled at the skin below his navel while fingers crept below the waistband of his boxers, tugged down. A lick to his hipbone.
Eiri’s brow furrowed and he tried to give in, tried to let go, but his hand reached down to settle in Shuichi’s hair and touched furry dog ears instead and he couldn’t-
“Do you have to wear that?”
Shuichi lifted his head, tongue hanging out of his grinning mouth, a spark in his eyes like he knew some deep dark secret about the writer’s kinkiest fantasies. Which was completely stupid because he didn’t even like dogs.
“Ugh.” He sat up, shoved at the boy in the heavy dog costume until he went rolling off the bed. “Go get run over.”
[--]
Now this was just ridiculous.
Shuichi, almost completely encased in his battery costume (and why did he even have that?), rubbed against him as much as he could, cooing, “C’mon, Yuki, insert me~”
“That doesn’t…” Eiri sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. He wouldn’t even try. There was no getting through to this idiot. “Just stop.”
[--]
A Bad Luck t-shirt. A small hole in one armpit and mysterious stains on the front. Jeans, a little too big for him, that he’d cut off at the knees. Mismatched socks that had lost their elasticity and kept falling down around his ankles.
“Hey.”
“Yeah?”
“C’mere.”
Eiri pulled him onto his lap once he was close enough, slipping his hands down the back of the boy’s jean-shorts and watching his face change color.
“Really?” Shuichi squirmed a little, trying not to smile too much; Eiri helped him by biting at his bottom lip. “But-why?”
You exist.
And no costume could top that.