Fuji/Saeki log with a special cameo from Yuuta <3
Your character didn't see this unless they concealed themselves with invisibility cloaks and stayed after Fuji's birthday party ended.
Takes place later this evening. Rated NC-17 for smut. DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDERAGED. Warning for length; this is 9000 words paragraph style.
Fuji sank into a chair in the den, rotating his shoulders a bit as he made himself comfortable. Finally, nearly everyone had left for the evening. He had thoroughly enjoyed having them over, but a birthday gathering was still just a birthday gathering. A small, sandy brown fennec fox came wandering in, padded over to the chair and in one quick jump, landed squarely in Fuji's lap and made itself comfortable, nudging at the boy's hand for attention. Fuji only smiled and moved to scratch his pet behind the ears and around the neck. Tokala had been especially well behaved during the party.
Saeki wandered into the den just a short while later, a plate of brownies in his hand. He grinned at Fuji as he put the plate down on the coffee table before he dropped down onto the couch. "This is the batch with that extra little bit of love that I promised you." Saeki winked as he took one of the brownies before he sank back against the couch with a sigh before he took a bite.
"Saved the best for last, didn't you?" Fuji gave a soft laugh at that. While he didn't mind sharing, it seemed only fitting that it wait till afterward and the others had gone home. Something special just for the two of them. He reached forward to snag the nearest brownie, careful not to disturb the fox in his lap. "You said you were working on tweaking the recipe a little, if I recall correctly?"
Originally, Saeki had considered making some for everyone who was going to show up but first, he didn't know how many that would be (and it would get expensive, fast) and second, well, he didn't want to share. "Mmhm." Saeki turned his body so he was stretched out across the couch, facing Fuji as he broke off a piece of the brownie to have a bite. "I've tried it out in this batch, by the way. Each one I make it seems to get better, so I hope it's to your liking."
Fuji made to bite into his brownie, but Tokala chose that moment to start sniffing the air and following the path of the brownie from the plate to Fuji's mouth with his eyes, and in almost a split second he had jumped up and begun pawing at his owner's chest. The last thing Fuji wanted was a stoned fox, so he leant back and held the baked good high above his head. "Sorry, but it's not for you."
A laugh escaped Saeki at that and he sat up a little bit to gaze at Tokala. "There's a fox after my own heart." He grinned and propped his elbow on his knee and dropped his chin in his hand. Saeki knew he liked that fox from the moment they met. "You have anything in the kitchen he can chew on so he's not so focused on the brownies?"
Fuji glanced down at the fox that peered up at him with piercing black eyes, a smile tugging at his lips. "He likes baby carrots, for some reason. Higher end cat food, too." With his free hand he patted the top of Tokala's head. The fox seemed to perk up at the mention of food, as if he knew he was being talked about. "Someone was well behaved with all the guests today, so I think it's time for some of the latter. I'll be right back," he said, shifting his gaze over to Saeki at the last moment. He set the brownie back down, gathered up the little fox, and headed for the kitchen. The sounds of cupboards opening and drawers and a can opener were soon heard.
The cat food thing kind of amused Saeki quite a bit and he nodded as Fuji got up to take the fox out into the kitchen. He finished off the brownie in his hand and reached toward the plate for a second one before he promptly flopped back against the couch again, though this time he draped his legs over the arm of the couch. His eyes danced lazily across the ceiling as his body waited (expectantly, he figured) for that little "love" to kick in.
After quickly fixing some wet cat food for Tokala Fuji set up the little kiddie gate to keep the fox in the kitchen for a while, and headed back. This time he took a seat on the other end of the couch, poking his finger at Saeki's nose in a beeping motion before nabbing his brownie (again) and finally having a taste of it. It'd take a while before he could judge the effect and compare the strength to the brownies he'd grown used to these days, those being the ones Shiraishi made, but there was plenty of time to spare. The initial taste was just as he remembered, which was a good sign.
Since Fuji was there now, Saeki shifted up the couch in order to rest his head in his friend's lap. He stared at his own brownie for a few moments before he took a slow bite. "So, stupid question, but did you enjoy your birthday?" Saeki finally shifted his eyes up toward Fuji and raised an eyebrow. "Certainly seemed you did, anyway. You've met a lot of very... interesting people. To say the least."
Fuji couldn't help but start playing with Saeki's hair a little, brushing strands of it along either side of the older teen's forehead. "Interesting is one way of putting it," he commented, amusement faintly coloring his tone. The guests present had mostly consisted of Fuji's fellow tennis friends (his fellow Seigaku players, Shiraishi, Saeki, An, etc.), plus a few people he knew only from Brawl: Sunako, Killua, Hisoka, Haru... Speaking of which. "Haru could have been your twin, down to the hair." The matter was entirely too coincidental. "Oh, and of course I enjoyed my birthday. Why wouldn't I have?" Mm, brownies. One finished, another snatched up and quickly bitten into. They'd be gone in no time if they kept up this pace.
"Maybe. Except I don't change into any sort of animal. I'm better, anyway." Saeki let out a slow sigh and closed his eyes at the fingers in his hair, his head tipped toward the light toying. The second brownie was finished off in a few bites, but Saeki currently made no move to grab a third one. He was too relaxed at the moment, thank you so very much. "No reason not to have enjoyed it. Unless something went wrong. But it didn't. So that's good."
Not about to argue over who was 'better' and in what ways, Fuji left that alone and relaxed against the cushiony fabric. He licked his fingers after finishing off the next brownie. Like Saeki, he also made no move for another one. "Nothing would have gone wrong. That's silly."
"Never say never," Saeki muttered quietly as he cracked open an eye to gaze up at Fuji. He was gorgeous. He really was. Sometimes Saeki wondered how it was that his dear friend didn't get mobbed more often. Saeki was pretty sure that if he was a girl, he would certainly stalk Fuji as much as possible. But Saeki wasn't a girl, and Fuji wasn't just some random guy. Absently, Saeki reached up a hand and tugged at a bit of Fuji's hair.
Fuji would have said something about how optimistic outlooks were far healthier for both mind and body than pessimistic ones where you were constantly frantic that shit was about to hit the fan, but for starters, he knew that was an exaggeration and not what Saeki meant, and additionally, the way Saeki was tugging at his hair proved ultimately distracting. He couldn't help but smile, drop his train of thought and give a murmured 'nm'. "Oh, so since my fox is elsewhere you're taking his spot of playing with my hair, huh?" he drawled. Man, he had really missed these sort of exchanges between the two of them. "Try not to eat it when the munchies hit you."
Saeki grinned and twirled the hair around his fingers. He tried not to let himself admit that the little noise Fuji made was very nice indeed. "Well," he said, grin still firmly in place, "I'll try not to." Saeki sighed faintly and finally rolled onto his stomach, an arm draped loosely around the other boy's waist. He nuzzled lightly against Fuji's stomach and snickered. "I'll just eat other things, if that's all right with you."
Fuji raised a brow at both the line full of innuendo and the adorable way Saeki was making himself comfortable and moving around. Chalking it up to the brownies, the pre-existing tension between them he'd noticed on many an occasion, and Saeki's usual teasing nature, he just smirked at that and traced a finger along Saeki's neck. "I don't believe I'll have any objections to that." Hm, the brownies were starting to hit him. A warm mellowness washed over him, and his gaze lazily drifted across the room. Parts of Fuji still remembered the Saeki he was accustomed to, the one who'd been so crazy for Shishido that those two had ended up dating. This one, the one sprawled across his lap, had hardly shown the same signs aside from finding enjoyment in making the Hyoutei boy flail online, and yet Fuji found himself wondering. Was An right about alternate versions of people? After the events of the previous year Fuji wasn't about to let himself get too close to anyone, but the temptation was still there...
"Good. I'll keep it in mind." Saeki kept his face pressed against Fuji's stomach. His body was warm, really warm, and Saeki thought that Fuji smelled really very good. Maybe he had the munchies more than he thought he did, especially if the way he was thinking about how edible Fuji smelled was any indication. Saeki had to wonder, idly, just how far he'd be able to push things without making them awkward. It was no secret to himself that he wanted Fuji, but it was a secret to everyone else (as far as he knew; Itsuki could be awfully perceptive when he wanted to be). Slyly, Saeki opened an eye and peered at Fuji briefly before he opened his mouth and gnawed idly at Fuji's stomach through his shirt.
Fuji felt the teeth at his shirt and belly before he saw it. When he did, he batted a hand at Saeki's face, sucking in his stomach to stave off the tickling sensation should Saeki try to nip again. "I know you said 'things' but I happen to like this shirt." He chuckled, highly amused. Running his tongue over his lips, Fuji had to wonder whether Saeki knew what he was doing, or if this was simply how he acted when high, no matter who was with him.
It was probably some sort of combination of the two, really. Saeki hummed quietly in thought when he was scolded for biting the shirt and he nodded a little. "All right, all right. No more chewing on the shirt. What about this, though?" There was a certain sort of freedom that came with being a bit high (the brownies were more potent than he planned), and a certain sort of loss of inhibitions. Saeki was firmly ready to blame all of that when he lifted Fuji's shirt enough for him to nip directly at the skin.
Well. If Fuji wasn't paying attention earlier, he was now. Slightly high or not, teeth on his skin there would make him react. Little Syuu-chan began stirring and the rest of Fuji was already at full attention; it took a good deal of self control for him not to squirm. He did, however, let out a small, strangled sound, and tried not to yank too hard on the other's hair, fingers gnarling themselves in the whitish strands by his temple. Ahem. Earlier that afternoon Fuji had considered dragging Shiraishi into a room with a lock on it for, oh say, fifteen minutes for a quick blowjob, but very few opportunities for such a move had come up, and Fuji was not about to say to the rest of the group, excuse me but my friend with benefits and I will be back in a bit, please entertain yourselves nicely in the meantime and try not to set the house on fire or taunt the fennec too much lest he bite you. The reactions could have been funny, but that was hardly the behavior of a considerate birthday boy. He now was starting to regret that.
"Syuusuke..." The name left Saeki in a whisper, warm breath ghosting across Fuji's skin. Now that he was there, Saeki really didn't want to leave. He made a small noise himself after Fuji let out his own sound and he nuzzled against Fuji's stomach some more. Saeki opened his mouth and nipped at the skin again; the twitching muscles under his mouth made his heart skip curiously in his chest. He slid the arm that was around the other boy's back up under the shirt and across the skin of Fuji's back, fingertips tracing the muscles there just lightly. Saeki would go until Fuji told him to stop, at which point he would probably try to pretend this never happened.
Now that Saeki was 'back', so to speak, there was already a number of times where Fuji had tried getting a reaction out of Saeki online. Most were fairly harmless. The least of those, if Fuji racked his mind, would have to be that piece of art he'd posted, the one that depicted Saeki with a "..." speech bubble at seeing him garbed up in an oddly flattering dress and smiling away. Even that had failed to yield much. Only the deal with Fuji's reality-tearing chainsaw had had much effect. One had to wonder if Saeki was simply too used to Fuji's eccentricities, perhaps a little too eccentric himself, being quite hippie-like.
Saeki's current behavior, that warm murmur that Fuji felt more than heard, the nipping, the bold playfulness--
There was a tightness in Fuji's stomach as the muscles contracted and he held his breath. The areas where Saeki's fingers were touching him, sliding across his skin, felt warmer than should be. Fuji arched his back a little, stomach still tight and hand still fisted in the other's locks. He sucked in a breath, eyes sliding closed. The touch... was very welcome. He couldn't deny that. The location was another story. "Not here," he intoned in a low voice, about ready to cross his eyes.
"Why?" But before Fuji could answer the question, Saeki slowly pulled himself away from Fuji's body and wound up sort of... crawling up the expanse of the other boy's torso. He bumped noses with Fuji lightly before he ducked his head around to the side to kiss lightly at the spot just behind Fuji's ear. "Nevermind. I got it. Just took me a minute."
Saeki pulled away, his eyes clouded as he reached down to take a hold of one of Fuji's hands. His feet led him without the aid of his brain in the direction of Fuji's bedroom, which was where he assumed the other boy wanted to go. His heart thudded with the rhythm of his feet, and the distance to Fuji's room seemed longer than usual.
...The hand-holding was weird. Fuji didn't say anything about it, didn't protest as the two headed wordlessly for his room, but somewhere in the fuzziness of his thoughts he noted how aware he was of Saeki's firm grip, as well as the way Fuji's own fingers curled only so much in their grasp. It was a quiet walk up the staircase, the only sounds being those of their footsteps on the carpet-covered stairs. Yuuta was probably in his room playing video games, Yumiko had gone out with some friends, and his mother was downstairs in her sewing room. Fuji's thoughts floated through these and other fleeting recognitions as the two boys reached his room. Opening the door, Fuji put his hand on Saeki's back and gently urged him inside first. Only Fuji's self control kept him from shoving, everything felt surreal. Or maybe that was just the brownies. His breath felt cold as he inhaled deeply, the back of his throat dry.
When the door shut behind them, Saeki took stock of just how... real the situation was. He ran his thumb over the back of Fuji's hand and stared into the room before he finally turned to face Fuji, his friend, his oldest friend, with whom he was now in a highly charged situation. Saeki stepped in toward Fuji and brought up his free hand to lightly trail his fingers across Fuji's neck. "Syuusuke... I..." He wanted this. Badly. But he wasn't sure... Yes, Fuji teased, but that was just how he was, really, and Saeki was used to it. "I really..." Saeki leaned in and lightly grazed his lips across Fuji's cheek, only able to take himself that far. Some stupid inkling of doubt stopped him.
Fuji's breath ghosted across Saeki's cheek as he turned toward him at just the moment he felt the other's lips grazing his cheek. The rest of him was frozen with tension. A hand grabbed out and fisted itself in Saeki's shirt. Fuji's eyes turned to slits, the barest hint of blue peeking through. Why. Why didn't Saeki rise to his instigations? Unless he was just too used to him. That happened now and then. Or maybe there was such a thing as too much subtlety. To remedy that, Fuji dragged his tongue up along the side of Saeki's cheek in one quick, sly motion, only retracting after drawing a tiny little swirl with the tip of his tongue.
There. Saeki would have to react to that. Stumbling over his words and giving a few teasing touches or glances - that was not conclusive enough. Silly Saeki. He should know already what Fuji thought, and not leave so much of the work for him. With that, Fuji pressed a little closer and dragged his fingertips lightly down the other boy's sides until they settled up above the waist.
Well, that certainly answered a lot of questions now, didn't it? Saeki laughed quietly and turned his face inward a little in order to nuzzle against Fuji's cheek and he wrapped an arm around the other boy's waist to pull him in closer. "I'm not used to being the one to do the pursuing," he said quietly as he placed his palm flat against the small of Fuji's back, "so you'll have to forgive me for being an idiot." Saeki smiled and let go of Fuji's hand in order to bring it up and lightly turn Fuji's face toward his own. He gazed at his friend in silence for a moment, the hint of blue in those eyes enough to send a flare straight through his system. Once again, it struck Saeki just how beautiful Fuji was, and he couldn't help but feel incredibly lucky to be in this position. Saeki leaned in and pressed his mouth to Fuji's, and it was like coming home.
That tiny glimpse of blue was fleeting; Fuji's eyes slid completely shut as Saeki closed the distance, their lips soft and warm. Hm. Fuji was used to being the pursuer, maybe, but his way was always so indirect, so in need of causing others to react, that it might as well not count in the eyes of others. Saeki could be as much of an idiot as he liked, though. It was endearing. "Mm," Fuji said against Saeki's mouth, "and here I thought the webcam was enough of a hint. But you're forgiven. For now." A low, throaty murmur. A hand drew teasing strokes up the front of Saeki's side with just the tips of his fingers. In truth there was a lot Fuji wanted, or thought he wanted, to tell him. Things about the last year or so. Things Fuji hadn't covered when Saeki had come by train to see for himself that he wasn't all that shaken up over Matt's death. Now, to ruin the mood, or wait till later, or...?
Saeki pulled back slightly and smiled at Fuji, his hands absently toying with strands of his friend's hair. He made a mental note to ask what his hair care regime was at a later date. "Well, thank you. For now." A light shiver danced its way through Saeki's body at the light touches to his side and goose bumps formed up his arm. Saeki wasn't sure why it was Fuji who had always been able to drive him insane (in a good way) where no one else could. Maybe it was their history. Maybe it was because Fuji was the only person he knew who could really take as good as he could give. Maybe it was other reasons altogether that Saeki wasn't ready to explore yet. "You're beautiful," he muttered quietly without thought, his mouth deciding to move without his brain.
Fuji said nothing at first. He would never get used to people, even Saeki, complimenting his appearance. It was more a case of modesty and a lack of priority on looks than a mindset like Sunako's, though. With a sharp intake of breath Fuji flashed him an unreadable smile and murmured, after a long pause, "Please stay overnight." He wrapped his arms around Saeki's waist, fingers threaded together at the small of the back. The things he wanted to do to him. Even if the pacing that evening (and night) didn't cover it all, the sentiment was there. The sentiment was the important part.
His heart gave an odd little skip, a thrill that Saeki was pretty sure that he hadn't yet experienced when asked that question. He nodded, once, and lightly kissed the corner of Fuji's mouth. "You didn't even have to ask." Saeki raked his fingers lightly through Fuji's hair and his lips twitched, just a little. The entire situation was just surreal, and Saeki wasn't entirely positive that this wasn't just a blissful dream. He placed his hands lightly on Fuji's hips and he snuck his thumbs up under the hem of the other boy's shirt in order to rub them back and forth idly across the skin.
The hairs on the back of Fuji's neck stood on end, but in a pleasant, gut-twisting way, and he nuzzled his face into the crook of Saeki's neck. It was warm and comfortable and he fit against him nicely and maybe if he did it right, Saeki would want to melt right there on the spot. The fingers in his hair felt really nice. When was the last time he'd experienced this, had someone toy with his hair? July? With that thought, an odd pang lodged itself in Fuji's throat at the memory of his ex.
"Well," Saeki said with a laugh as he pulled back just enough to look down at Fuji's face against his skin, "we could probably at least sit down. While standing isn't so bad, it'd certainly be more relaxing." He smiled and started to pull away. Saeki used his hands on Fuji's hips to guide the other boy backwards toward the bed. He sat down and leaned back against the wall and motioned for Fuji to take a spot next to him. Really, at that moment, Saeki wanted nothing more than to just be close to Fuji.
Fuji curled up his legs as he sat down next to Saeki, one hand absently clutching an ankle, the other on his thigh. "Leaning against a wall is nice, though, you must admit." He laughed, recalling those fun times in the hallways of St. Rudolph. While it had happened elsewhere many a time, the ones there were the most memorable.
"I do." A faint sigh left Saeki as he leaned a little to his side to rest his shoulder against Fuji's. He glanced sideways to examine Fuji's profile, the features of his face different, probably because of where they were. Saeki slid his arm loosely around Fuji's waist and turned his face in to lightly nuzzle his nose against Fuji's neck. There was so much to take in.
Fuji leaned into the touch, rolling his head back a little with a soft, almost inaudible groan. He'd missed this sort of thing a lot. Having a friend with benefits was nice for sating the hormones now and then, but certain lines were not to be crossed. It was unspoken. Pressing those thoughts aside, Fuji gave a low murmur in the spirit of teasing: "From personal experience, I take it?"
Saeki chuckled quietly and placed a light kiss to the side of Fuji's neck. He already found it impossible for him to not want to kiss and touch and just be there as much as he could now that he had basically been given permission. "Maybe," he murmured, a grin on his face as he finally pulled away from Fuji's neck. The hand that Saeki had around Fuji's waist absently moved back and forth, relaxed little touches over what he could reach.
Fuji craned his neck to look at him, amusement tugging the corners of his mouth into a sly grin. Releasing the grip on his ankle, Fuji slid his leg out and let his foot dangle off the edge of the bed. He leant closer and, with his free hand now on the back of Saeki's neck, pulled him even closer. The kiss he gave him was firm and insistent, and if Saeki wasn't careful he'd wind up on his back pretty quickly. The bed gave a quiet creak under their weight and movement. Fuji's blood began to race.
The kiss caught him off-guard for only a moment, the warm press of lips against his own welcome. Saeki moved his free hand around and slid it along Fuji's leg as he returned the kiss, his head tipped to the side to get a better angle. He pressed against Fuji, the hand at the other boy's waist tightened, and his tongue darted out of his mouth to flick across Fuji's lips.
Fuji couldn't help but kiss him harder at the feel of that tongue, a tingling sensation taking over as his own tongue poked out to brush against it. "Move against the wall and let me sit in your lap," he ordered quietly the moment they parted, a serious, dark look in his eyes. He gave Saeki's upper lip a tiny lick, and grinned.
"Absolutely." Saeki did as he was told and let go of Fuji only enough that he could move to sit back against the wall. That dark look in Fuji's gaze was enough to send a shiver through Saeki's body and to spark very, very pleasant feelings straight to his center.
Fuji was straddling his lap in a flash, and very quickly had his lips fused to the column of Saeki's throat, and his hands drawing lines over the fabric covering Saeki's torso. Damn that shirt.
Saeki didn't want to laugh, but he couldn't help but think that it was very cute the way Fuji tugged at his shirt. He pulled away from the kiss in order to pull the shirt up and over his head, the fabric tossed off in some direction. His arms immediately went back around Fuji's waist and he pulled that lighter frame tight against his own as he started the kiss back up again.
Fuji showed Saeki what he thought of his shirt removal by dragging his nails up along his sides just once, thumbs brushing across pert nipples, then sliding his hands up those long, well-toned arms and around his neck. Not once did he break their kiss, not even to part for air, he was far too drawn in. Not to mention, Saeki turned out to be a very good kisser. Just enough force, just enough tongue and just the right pacing. It was enough to send the coil deep in his belly twisting and aching. If Saeki didn't already know Fuji was aroused, he would feel the evidence pressing against him pretty soon.
Oh, it was obvious. And at this point, Saeki's own arousal would have been obvious to Fuji. He shivered at the nails; the paths they scratched up his body were like little lines of pure heat. One hand went up the back of Fuji's shirt, Saeki's fingers once more tracing the lines of muscles, while the other moved up to tangle into Fuji's hair and to keep him where he was. Saeki was capable enough that he could breathe out of his nose while he kissed; there would be no need to break it any time soon.
Fuji arched his back and barely kept from squirming under Saeki's touch. Oh yeah, he could feel the other's arousal pressing against him now. As their heated kissing continued, Fuji allowed a hand to drift back down Saeki's chest and belly, slowly, until those knuckles were prime for brushing over the tented front of his pants. Saeki let out a groan. Fuji's hand gave a nice squeeze.
"Nn..." The groan sounded low in Saeki's throat, and his hips lifted a little off the bed and into the hand that squeezed him. He slid the hand on Fuji's back down and palmed the other boy's ass and gave it a little squeeze. His hips started to rock a little, and Saeki used the hand now on Fuji's ass to pull him forward with each movement. The kiss was finally broken as Saeki tipped his head down to start kissing, nipping, and licking at Fuji's neck.
Like before, Fuji exposed his neck to him, eyes shut and a blissful smile on his face as he let out a low moan-like sound, fingers toying absently with the hair at the back of Saeki's neck. Mm, it was just like Saeki to intuitively know how much Fuji liked having attention lavished on his neck. The sensation of wet and dry warmth, of breath and tongue tips, of teeth - it all added up and drove him wild. The two boys were now pressed so close together that Fuji couldn't move his hand on Saeki's arousal without bumping up against his own, tented almost directly above.
Saeki trailed his lips down to the junction of Fuji's neck and shoulder and he promptly latched his lips there to start sucking on the skin. There was no need for him to be shy about it anymore, and he was perfectly ready to place a mark on Fuji's skin. Saeki brought his hand down out of the other boy's hair and let it join Fuji's hand at their fronts. He took care of touching Fuji's own erection himself, his palm pressed flat against the bulge at the front of Fuji's pants. His mouth eventually moved away from Fuji's neck and he flicked his tongue out over the angry red mark that now marred the skin before he turned his head to nip at an earlobe.
Fuji wordlessly mouthed his approval with every press of Saeki's hand, every nip on his skin. Saeki's mouth was hot and insistent, and Fuji almost felt guilty - but only almost - when he craned his neck to start working on the other's throat. Saeki would still have his hands to make Fuji make interesting sounds. Oh, look at that - apparently Saeki knew just the right way to touch a guy's hard-on through his pants, because Fuji had to pause in his neck-nipping to let out a very high moan, hips moving forward in a jarring motion.
Oh, hell. Saeki hadn't yet ever heard a sound quite like the one that Fuji just produced. He groaned quietly in response and tipped his head back to open up his throat to Fuji's kisses. While one hand tugged at Fuji's shirt (if Saeki was going to be shirtless, then damnit Fuji was too) the other worked at getting those pesky pants undone, too. Saeki felt the button slide through the hole and it was just a matter of tugging the zipper down before he was able to slip his hand into Fuji's pants. He now palmed the other boy through the much thinner fabric of his underwear; his fingers traced the veins that they could feel.
The hand around Saeki's neck had been flexing its fingers, pressing the tips of nails into tiny little circles. Fuji now moved it to grab hold of Saeki's shoulder, nails digging in, in need of a better anchor if he wished to keep his balance astraddle the other's lap. He could feel fingers lightly stroking his erection, in such a way that nearly made him putty in Saeki's hands. He groaned against Saeki's throat, bit down, licked, all the while bucking his hips into Saeki's hand to enhance the all too pleasurable sensations already being caused. The hand that Fuji had been pressing against Saeki's arousal was now working to help tug up Fuji's shirt.
Saeki pulled Fuji's shirt up and off with both of his hands and let it join his own shirt, wherever it was. He let out a soft breath and ran calloused fingertips down Fuji's chest, barely brushing over nipples. A quiet pleased hum escaped Saeki's throat as he moved one hand back down and into Fuji's pants once more, though this time he dipped his fingers under the elastic waistband of the other boy's underwear. His other hand continued to lightly pinch and finger a nipple.
Fuji's frame gave a light shiver, affected from the nipple play. He leaned back slightly, spine curving, occasionally moving his hips in time to every stroke and tease Saeki's hand applied to his arousal. After dragging his nails along the other's torso and side, he brought both hands down to slowly begin undoing the button and fly of Saeki's pants. A few flicks of his fingers and a tug on the zipper and voila, access.
"Syuusuke..." The name was breathed out against the skin of Fuji's chest, a pleased whisper. Saeki liked being able to say Fuji's name like that. He pressed light kisses across Fuji's chest, at times stopping to suck or bite on a bit of skin. His lips made their way to one of the pert little nipples and his tongue darted out of his mouth to flick across it. Saeki wrapped his lips around the nub and nibbled.
A hand came up to stroke and stimulate the back of Saeki's neck, again toying with the hair and massaging fingertips into the skin. Fuji groaned, practically holding Saeki to his nipple. While it wasn't one of his preferred areas to be teased, it still felt damn good, such that Fuji had to strongly resist pushing him away it was so intense. To occupy his other hand, he began stroking Saeki's arousal through his underwear, teasing just enough to feel good, but at a relaxed pace that would be certain to drive him nuts if kept up for too long.
A low groan left Saeki at all of the stimuli, his brain reeling with the fact that it was Syuusuke, of all people, doing this to him. And it was that fact alone that made everything seem that much more fantastic. "You know," he murmured, lips still pressed against Fuji's chest, "this would be a lot easier if we took off our pants." Saeki grinned a little and glanced upward, a wicked gleam in his eyes.
Fuji was too busy staring glassy-eyed at the patch of wall behind Saeki, chest rising slowly, to see that wicked glance. Despite all the excursions he'd had with Shiraishi, this was his first time feeling true emotional bliss during such activity. He wanted to savor it. "Hm? Pants?" he said intelligently, snapping to attention as he gave Saeki's cock a languorous stroke.
"Nn... pants." Saeki sighed softly, his breath ghosting over the damp nipple next to his mouth. What had he said about pants again? Oh. Right. This would all be much easier if they took them off. Probably. But that would require movement, wouldn't it? Saeki slid his hand out of Fuji's pants and he started to push down on the waistband with both of his hands pointedly.
Mourning the loss of touch, feeling the sliding of fabric being nudged slowly lower, Fuji stalled his movements and gave a lighthearted chuckle. "Oh. Pants. It might be easier if I move off your lap fir--" At that moment he heard the sound of a doorknob twisting, a door swinging open, and he turned his head around just in time to spot his younger brother poking his nose in.
Every muscle in Saeki's body froze at the sound of the door opening, and he lifted his head slowly to gaze up over Fuji's shoulder to stare at Yuuta. Well, this was more than a little awkward, wasn't it? There was nothing quite like walking in on one of your oldest friends pulling down your brother's pants, Saeki was sure. He coughed quietly and gave Yuuta a bright smile. "Oh. Hey, Yuuta."
Fuji flashed Yuuta a smile. He even brought a hand up and gave him a little wave. "........Uh. Hi, Yuuta." His nervousness was just slightly apparent through the tone of his voice. My goodness. Although of all house residents it could have been, perhaps this was the most amusing.
Yuuta just stared openly at the two on the bed for a moment, before flushing and snapping, "What the hell, aniki! You could have locked the door!"
"Well," Fuji began, "I could have. You also could have knocked, I suppose." Yuuta's flush only grew darker as the fifteen year old boy silently fumed, most likely racking his brain for a good comeback and finding none.
"Yeah. Well." He averted his gaze, cursing his stupid brother and his stupid friend. "What if Mom or Nee-san had--"
"Well," Saeki started, his eyes flickering up to glance toward Fuji, "I imagine Yumiko probably would have smiled and left. I'm not too sure about your mom." He slowly pulled his hands away from where he'd practically been groping Fuji's ass to rest them lightly on the other boy's hips. "Though frankly, I wouldn't be surprised if she's thought that this has been going on since we were eight." Saeki grinned and winked.
Fuji laughed and said nothing. Yuuta scowled as he braved another glance at them. "So Yuuta, mind telling me the occasion for this ah, interruption?"
"Nevermind," Yuuta groused. "I'll bother you later about it. And lock your door when you do stuff like that." This... was comparable to walking in on his own parents having sex. At least these two looked like they hadn't gotten far.
"We'll keep that in mind for future endeavors." Saeki grinned wide and simply watched Yuuta as he promptly slid a hand back down and really did grope Fuji's ass this time. If he was just going to keep standing there, then Saeki wasn't going to indulge him by behaving anymore. He glanced up toward Fuji briefly and tried not to snicker. "There are brownies out on the table in the living room, by the way."
Fuji promptly smacked Saeki on the rear for that. The smirk on his face slowly grew.
Yuuta groaned as he facepalmed, but waved with his other hand with a grumble before slipping out and shutting the door behind him.
"Okay," Fuji addressed Saeki, "you're very, very naughty." Note that Fuji was hardly complaining.
The laugh finally left Saeki as Yuuta shut the door and he looked up toward Fuji with a waggle of his eyebrows. "What're you gonna do about it, hm?" He tipped his head up and kissed the underside of Fuji's jaw. "You gonna spank me again?" A slow grin spread across his face as he gave Fuji's own backside a little pinch.
"Maybe I will. It's very spankable." Fuji still had a hand down Saeki's pants, and chose this moment to give the other's erection a nice squeeze, just for variety's sake.
"Nngh... Good." Saeki finally gently nudged Fuji off of his lap before his hands went back to the task they had been working at before they were interrupted. He started to tug at Fuji's pants once more and he pulled the fabric down inch by agonizing inch. If he wasn't so caught up in wanting to see Fuji now he'd think it through and lay the other boy down before doing this but, well, that's how it was.
Fuji took care of that task for him and sprawled to the side and onto his back, lifting his hips when the time came for tugging his clothing completely off his rear. It wouldn't do to make it more difficult than it had to be.
Saeki nodded his thanks to Fuji and he finished pulling the rest of his clothes off of the other boy's body. When the fabric hit the floor, Saeki sat back on his legs and allowed his eyes to rake slowly down the length of Fuji's body. He let out a low whistle and slowly slid his hand across that lovely torso.
Fuji had made himself comfortable, folding his arms behind his head and raising a leg, foot flat against the bed comforter. As Saeki's gaze roamed over his body and his hand slid across his torso, Fuji commented, "If I weren't already in the mood I'd offer to belly dance for you." Then, with that mischievous grin on his face, he lifted the foot of his raised leg and poked his toes toward Saeki's crotch area, nudging the bulge with his toes.
"Maybe l-later..." Saeki's hand twitched slightly on Fuji's stomach and he let out a slow breath. He finally drew his hand back and slowly began to remove the rest of his own clothes, switching his weight as was necessary in order to remove them. When they were gone, when they were both at equal states of undress, Saeki moved so he hovered above Fuji's body and he slowly lowered himself down to press flesh against flesh. He had one leg over one of Fuji's, knees on the bed to keep himself still up.
Fuji took that moment to lick Saeki's neck, dig his nails into his back, and chime in, "You wouldn't mind locking the door, would you?"
"Yes." Saeki grinned and gave Fuji a slow kiss before he pulled away and stood up in order to pad over to the door. He made a show of slowly locking the door then tugging at it in order to make sure that it was actually locked. When he was certain, he turned around and smiled at Fuji before he finally made his way back over to the bed and resumed the position he had been in.
Fuji tangled his fingers in Saeki's hair the moment he was back, pulling him down for a long, heated kiss. His other hand was already smoothing across the flat plane of the other's torso, fingers soon entwining around something firm and warm. Saeki was very hard, Fuji could tell from the strokes of his hand. Their lips parted with a groan, their breathing ragged.
Saeki rolled his hips slowly into the hand that was wrapped around him, and his own hand slid down to slip around Fuji's erection. He matched the other boy's pace as he kissed Fuji back with the same heat and passion that he was being given. His other hand freely explored Fuji's body, trailing over the dips and curves that he didn't know existed.
As the two boys stroked each other and kissed, Fuji trailed his hand down the other's back, applying gentle to almost frightening pressure with the tips of his nails. He tried to vary it, perhaps sync it so that his thumb was rolling across the tip of Saeki's cock at the very moment his nails drew red lines of heat up his flank, anything to make him react without overwhelming him too much. Seeking out his limit, as it were.
"Oh... god..." Saeki seemed to be in permanent goose-bump mode, and Fuji certainly wasn't helping the situation any. He swallowed thickly and buried his face against Fuji's neck as he raked his own free hand down the inside of Fuji's thigh. His lips once more licked and nipped at Fuji's neck; he was determined to make the other boy make more noises.
And make more noises Fuji did. His thigh twitched and shuddered under the other's touch, the sensation eliciting a spine-curling sigh and roll of the hips from him. He clutched and clawed at Saeki's back and rose up off the bed, energised with tension. He was close, very close. "Kou... jirou..." he groaned in a low, broken tone. Best birthday ever, hands down. "F-finish me off. Now. Quickly."
Saeki didn't need to be told twice. He nodded once and sped up the pace of the hand he had around Fuji's erection, his other moving up to lightly toy with his balls. His mouth opened and he bit down, harder this time, on Fuji's neck. His own urgency started to match Fuji's.
Fuji's breathing was ragged for several moments, he tensed up, and then finally he went slack. His release made a few quick spurts. In spite of this, Fuji kept teasing and stroking and pumping at Saeki, aiming to bring him to completion as quickly as the other would allow himself to. He panted and turned his head aside, a blissful look coloring his face.
The sight, the sound, the feel of Fuji coming beneath him was going to be forever imprinted in Saeki's memory. His hands finally ceased all of their movement and he planted them on the bed as he started to rock his hips into Fuji's hand, his own breathing growing ragged. It was just a few moments that passed before Saeki's body tensed all over, and he grunted his release against Fuji's neck. He promptly collapsed, half on Fuji, half on the bed, completely breathless.
Fuji slung a free arm around Saeki upon feeling his weight, waiting patiently for the other to catch his breath. He nipped the other's earlobe playfully. "That felt amazing." And it was true. Fuji had been dreaming of doing such sordid things with him for years. When the Saeki he knew before had gone after Shishido he'd simply been supportive, not allowing himself to encroach on his happiness. Now, it seemed as if everything had been reset and this time, this Saeki was just for him. ...he liked the sound of that, selfish as it was.
Saeki chuckled quietly and finally moved so that he lay next to Fuji instead of on top of him, and he slid an arm to rest it around Fuji's waist. He nuzzled absently against the nearest shoulder and nodded. "To say the least." With one last slow breath to calm himself down he propped his head up on a hand and gazed down at Fuji with a soft smile. "Stupid question, but this means I get to claim you all for myself now, right?"
Fuji's eyes fluttered open as the weight of the statement took its time to sink in. The most coherent response he could give for the moment was to allow a slow smile to creep its way onto his face. He wanted to say yes. Only a tiny part of him was screaming to ask for time to consider. This was Saeki, someone he trusted, but was he ready? After a bit, he tried to find good enough words. Saeki was waiting for a reply. "I... want to say yes," he finally said. The 'but' was left unsaid but assumed.
"But?" Saeki raised an eyebrow slowly and brought up his free hand to lightly rake his fingers through Fuji's hair, pushing back a few of the strands that had stuck to his forehead. He tipped his head slightly and watched Fuji in silence, waiting.
Fuji rolled over and lay his head on his arms, facing Saeki. "I've been turned off of relationships for a while, ever since..." Ever since his ex decided to cheat on him and leave him for a homunculus with abandonment issues, he wanted to say. But that was a bit too direct and caustic. The last thing he wanted was for Saeki to think he doubted him.
"Which is understandable." Saeki dropped his head down so that he was at eye level with Fuji now, and he continued to lightly stroke his hair. "To be perfectly honest," he paused and let out a sigh with a shake of his head, "I've never actually had a 'relationship' last for more than a week." He paused again and laughed this time and tipped his head up to lightly press his lips to Fuji's forehead. "Though I think that's partially your fault."
Fuji scoffed, though he was smiling. "My fault? Too busy fantasising about me and not your significant other?" he teased.
Saeki let out a slow breath and glanced away from Fuji, gazing down the expanse of their bodies, so close together. It was exactly like a fantasy come true. "To be honest?" he allowed his eyes to finally move back up to look at Fuji. "Yes." Saeki laughed quietly again and shook his head. "I'm pathetic, right? I couldn't stick around 'cause they weren't you."
There was that wide-eyed look of surprise again, searching for any sign of wavering seriousness. "You were that stuck on me?" he asked, letting out a breath he hadn't realised he'd been holding. "I--" Don't know what to say? This was hardly a first, being speechless, but Fuji was unused to such flattering revelations. Not of this type. "You could have told me sooner."
"When I was six, I was convinced you were going to be my wife." Saeki grinned and shook his head a little as he lightly traced his fingers along Fuji's jawline. He sighed faintly and closed his eyes. "I could have told you, yes. I should have, probably. But I just..." Saeki cracked open an eye to look at him, "I don't know. Stupid worries about screwing things up."
Fuji let out a laugh as he recalled memories ten years old. Those were the days. Back then Yuuta was also convinced that his big brother Syuusuke was an alien from another planet. Fuji tipped his head back a little to give Saeki better access. It felt nice, that light touch. "You couldn't screw up from telling me. I... might have said something sooner if it hadn't been for the other you. The one that was so nuts over someone else. As long as you were happy, I was fine with it." And there went a tiny tugging at his heartstrings, and he was the one behind it.
"Happy for my happiness..." Saeki sighed quietly and finally just slid his hand along Fuji's jaw and let it rest there, his thumb absently tracing back and forth across his cheek. "Don't we sound like we're straight out of some cheesy romance novel?" He grinned and leaned forward to press a slow, soft kiss to Fuji's lips. "I can't apologize enough for my other self."
"You don't need to apologise," Fuji said before the kiss had broken. "And I don't see what's wrong with a little cheesy romance. Are you lactose intolerant and forgot to tell me?" He eyed him seriously.
Saeki snorted and shook his head, the grin on his face causing a twinkle to appear in his eyes. "No, no I'm not lactose intolerant." He leaned in and gave him another kiss. "Can I just tell you though, that now I know I'm free to give you all the kisses I want, I'm going to. At any time. At any place."
Fuji grinned. "That's a lot of chocolate, Koujirou. Speaking of, I'm hungry. Very hungry." It was about time those munchies settled in, and... oh look, they were both naked on his bed and hadn't cleaned up their releases yet. Fuji spared a glance at the top bed cover and realised that, being belly-down, he'd gotten some of that mess on the fabric. Whoops.
"Smartass." Saeki bopped his nose and finally sat up with a stretch. He glanced down at his hand and then across Fuji's stomach and snorted quietly. "And I'm torn. I don't know what I want more: a bath or like... some chips." He hummed in thought quietly and moved his hand, his nose wrinkling at the... dryness of it all.
"Bath," Fuji stated, wiggling the fingers of the hand that had wanked Saeki to completion. It was also dry. Not to mention Saeki had a few spots on his own belly area. "You can get clean and spend more naked time with me." So it came out sounding cheesy. Oh well.
"Well, if there's to be more naked time, then yes, bath would totally work out better first." Saeki grinned and stood up with a full body stretch, almost all of his knotted muscles uncoiling in that moment. He turned back toward the bed and held out a hand to Fuji. "Figure we should at least cover up enough so as not to scar any possible family members that are out and about on the way to the bath?"
Fuji rolled off his bed as eloquently as a naked teenage boy can, and took the outstretched hand. "I'd suppose so. There are some towels in my closet, in a bin on the floor."
Saeki nodded and pulled Fuji toward him to give him a kiss before he moved away and to the closet. He crouched down in front of the bin and rifled through it for two towels, one of them being tossed over his head back in Fuji's direction.
Fuji caught it with one hand and slung it high around his waist. This way the dried stickiness was no longer visible. "Shall we, then?" He held out his arm for Saeki to link with his.
After he wrapped a towel around himself, Saeki moved toward Fuji and linked their arms together. He hummed quietly and leaned in to place a kiss to Fuji's temple and nodded. "We shall." Saeki headed toward the door with Fuji in tow and unlocked it before he pulled it open for the other boy.
Fuji nodded and they left, heading for the bath room.
Takes place later this evening. Rated NC-17 for smut. DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDERAGED. Warning for length; this is 9000 words paragraph style.
Fuji sank into a chair in the den, rotating his shoulders a bit as he made himself comfortable. Finally, nearly everyone had left for the evening. He had thoroughly enjoyed having them over, but a birthday gathering was still just a birthday gathering. A small, sandy brown fennec fox came wandering in, padded over to the chair and in one quick jump, landed squarely in Fuji's lap and made itself comfortable, nudging at the boy's hand for attention. Fuji only smiled and moved to scratch his pet behind the ears and around the neck. Tokala had been especially well behaved during the party.
Saeki wandered into the den just a short while later, a plate of brownies in his hand. He grinned at Fuji as he put the plate down on the coffee table before he dropped down onto the couch. "This is the batch with that extra little bit of love that I promised you." Saeki winked as he took one of the brownies before he sank back against the couch with a sigh before he took a bite.
"Saved the best for last, didn't you?" Fuji gave a soft laugh at that. While he didn't mind sharing, it seemed only fitting that it wait till afterward and the others had gone home. Something special just for the two of them. He reached forward to snag the nearest brownie, careful not to disturb the fox in his lap. "You said you were working on tweaking the recipe a little, if I recall correctly?"
Originally, Saeki had considered making some for everyone who was going to show up but first, he didn't know how many that would be (and it would get expensive, fast) and second, well, he didn't want to share. "Mmhm." Saeki turned his body so he was stretched out across the couch, facing Fuji as he broke off a piece of the brownie to have a bite. "I've tried it out in this batch, by the way. Each one I make it seems to get better, so I hope it's to your liking."
Fuji made to bite into his brownie, but Tokala chose that moment to start sniffing the air and following the path of the brownie from the plate to Fuji's mouth with his eyes, and in almost a split second he had jumped up and begun pawing at his owner's chest. The last thing Fuji wanted was a stoned fox, so he leant back and held the baked good high above his head. "Sorry, but it's not for you."
A laugh escaped Saeki at that and he sat up a little bit to gaze at Tokala. "There's a fox after my own heart." He grinned and propped his elbow on his knee and dropped his chin in his hand. Saeki knew he liked that fox from the moment they met. "You have anything in the kitchen he can chew on so he's not so focused on the brownies?"
Fuji glanced down at the fox that peered up at him with piercing black eyes, a smile tugging at his lips. "He likes baby carrots, for some reason. Higher end cat food, too." With his free hand he patted the top of Tokala's head. The fox seemed to perk up at the mention of food, as if he knew he was being talked about. "Someone was well behaved with all the guests today, so I think it's time for some of the latter. I'll be right back," he said, shifting his gaze over to Saeki at the last moment. He set the brownie back down, gathered up the little fox, and headed for the kitchen. The sounds of cupboards opening and drawers and a can opener were soon heard.
The cat food thing kind of amused Saeki quite a bit and he nodded as Fuji got up to take the fox out into the kitchen. He finished off the brownie in his hand and reached toward the plate for a second one before he promptly flopped back against the couch again, though this time he draped his legs over the arm of the couch. His eyes danced lazily across the ceiling as his body waited (expectantly, he figured) for that little "love" to kick in.
After quickly fixing some wet cat food for Tokala Fuji set up the little kiddie gate to keep the fox in the kitchen for a while, and headed back. This time he took a seat on the other end of the couch, poking his finger at Saeki's nose in a beeping motion before nabbing his brownie (again) and finally having a taste of it. It'd take a while before he could judge the effect and compare the strength to the brownies he'd grown used to these days, those being the ones Shiraishi made, but there was plenty of time to spare. The initial taste was just as he remembered, which was a good sign.
Since Fuji was there now, Saeki shifted up the couch in order to rest his head in his friend's lap. He stared at his own brownie for a few moments before he took a slow bite. "So, stupid question, but did you enjoy your birthday?" Saeki finally shifted his eyes up toward Fuji and raised an eyebrow. "Certainly seemed you did, anyway. You've met a lot of very... interesting people. To say the least."
Fuji couldn't help but start playing with Saeki's hair a little, brushing strands of it along either side of the older teen's forehead. "Interesting is one way of putting it," he commented, amusement faintly coloring his tone. The guests present had mostly consisted of Fuji's fellow tennis friends (his fellow Seigaku players, Shiraishi, Saeki, An, etc.), plus a few people he knew only from Brawl: Sunako, Killua, Hisoka, Haru... Speaking of which. "Haru could have been your twin, down to the hair." The matter was entirely too coincidental. "Oh, and of course I enjoyed my birthday. Why wouldn't I have?" Mm, brownies. One finished, another snatched up and quickly bitten into. They'd be gone in no time if they kept up this pace.
"Maybe. Except I don't change into any sort of animal. I'm better, anyway." Saeki let out a slow sigh and closed his eyes at the fingers in his hair, his head tipped toward the light toying. The second brownie was finished off in a few bites, but Saeki currently made no move to grab a third one. He was too relaxed at the moment, thank you so very much. "No reason not to have enjoyed it. Unless something went wrong. But it didn't. So that's good."
Not about to argue over who was 'better' and in what ways, Fuji left that alone and relaxed against the cushiony fabric. He licked his fingers after finishing off the next brownie. Like Saeki, he also made no move for another one. "Nothing would have gone wrong. That's silly."
"Never say never," Saeki muttered quietly as he cracked open an eye to gaze up at Fuji. He was gorgeous. He really was. Sometimes Saeki wondered how it was that his dear friend didn't get mobbed more often. Saeki was pretty sure that if he was a girl, he would certainly stalk Fuji as much as possible. But Saeki wasn't a girl, and Fuji wasn't just some random guy. Absently, Saeki reached up a hand and tugged at a bit of Fuji's hair.
Fuji would have said something about how optimistic outlooks were far healthier for both mind and body than pessimistic ones where you were constantly frantic that shit was about to hit the fan, but for starters, he knew that was an exaggeration and not what Saeki meant, and additionally, the way Saeki was tugging at his hair proved ultimately distracting. He couldn't help but smile, drop his train of thought and give a murmured 'nm'. "Oh, so since my fox is elsewhere you're taking his spot of playing with my hair, huh?" he drawled. Man, he had really missed these sort of exchanges between the two of them. "Try not to eat it when the munchies hit you."
Saeki grinned and twirled the hair around his fingers. He tried not to let himself admit that the little noise Fuji made was very nice indeed. "Well," he said, grin still firmly in place, "I'll try not to." Saeki sighed faintly and finally rolled onto his stomach, an arm draped loosely around the other boy's waist. He nuzzled lightly against Fuji's stomach and snickered. "I'll just eat other things, if that's all right with you."
Fuji raised a brow at both the line full of innuendo and the adorable way Saeki was making himself comfortable and moving around. Chalking it up to the brownies, the pre-existing tension between them he'd noticed on many an occasion, and Saeki's usual teasing nature, he just smirked at that and traced a finger along Saeki's neck. "I don't believe I'll have any objections to that." Hm, the brownies were starting to hit him. A warm mellowness washed over him, and his gaze lazily drifted across the room. Parts of Fuji still remembered the Saeki he was accustomed to, the one who'd been so crazy for Shishido that those two had ended up dating. This one, the one sprawled across his lap, had hardly shown the same signs aside from finding enjoyment in making the Hyoutei boy flail online, and yet Fuji found himself wondering. Was An right about alternate versions of people? After the events of the previous year Fuji wasn't about to let himself get too close to anyone, but the temptation was still there...
"Good. I'll keep it in mind." Saeki kept his face pressed against Fuji's stomach. His body was warm, really warm, and Saeki thought that Fuji smelled really very good. Maybe he had the munchies more than he thought he did, especially if the way he was thinking about how edible Fuji smelled was any indication. Saeki had to wonder, idly, just how far he'd be able to push things without making them awkward. It was no secret to himself that he wanted Fuji, but it was a secret to everyone else (as far as he knew; Itsuki could be awfully perceptive when he wanted to be). Slyly, Saeki opened an eye and peered at Fuji briefly before he opened his mouth and gnawed idly at Fuji's stomach through his shirt.
Fuji felt the teeth at his shirt and belly before he saw it. When he did, he batted a hand at Saeki's face, sucking in his stomach to stave off the tickling sensation should Saeki try to nip again. "I know you said 'things' but I happen to like this shirt." He chuckled, highly amused. Running his tongue over his lips, Fuji had to wonder whether Saeki knew what he was doing, or if this was simply how he acted when high, no matter who was with him.
It was probably some sort of combination of the two, really. Saeki hummed quietly in thought when he was scolded for biting the shirt and he nodded a little. "All right, all right. No more chewing on the shirt. What about this, though?" There was a certain sort of freedom that came with being a bit high (the brownies were more potent than he planned), and a certain sort of loss of inhibitions. Saeki was firmly ready to blame all of that when he lifted Fuji's shirt enough for him to nip directly at the skin.
Well. If Fuji wasn't paying attention earlier, he was now. Slightly high or not, teeth on his skin there would make him react. Little Syuu-chan began stirring and the rest of Fuji was already at full attention; it took a good deal of self control for him not to squirm. He did, however, let out a small, strangled sound, and tried not to yank too hard on the other's hair, fingers gnarling themselves in the whitish strands by his temple. Ahem. Earlier that afternoon Fuji had considered dragging Shiraishi into a room with a lock on it for, oh say, fifteen minutes for a quick blowjob, but very few opportunities for such a move had come up, and Fuji was not about to say to the rest of the group, excuse me but my friend with benefits and I will be back in a bit, please entertain yourselves nicely in the meantime and try not to set the house on fire or taunt the fennec too much lest he bite you. The reactions could have been funny, but that was hardly the behavior of a considerate birthday boy. He now was starting to regret that.
"Syuusuke..." The name left Saeki in a whisper, warm breath ghosting across Fuji's skin. Now that he was there, Saeki really didn't want to leave. He made a small noise himself after Fuji let out his own sound and he nuzzled against Fuji's stomach some more. Saeki opened his mouth and nipped at the skin again; the twitching muscles under his mouth made his heart skip curiously in his chest. He slid the arm that was around the other boy's back up under the shirt and across the skin of Fuji's back, fingertips tracing the muscles there just lightly. Saeki would go until Fuji told him to stop, at which point he would probably try to pretend this never happened.
Now that Saeki was 'back', so to speak, there was already a number of times where Fuji had tried getting a reaction out of Saeki online. Most were fairly harmless. The least of those, if Fuji racked his mind, would have to be that piece of art he'd posted, the one that depicted Saeki with a "..." speech bubble at seeing him garbed up in an oddly flattering dress and smiling away. Even that had failed to yield much. Only the deal with Fuji's reality-tearing chainsaw had had much effect. One had to wonder if Saeki was simply too used to Fuji's eccentricities, perhaps a little too eccentric himself, being quite hippie-like.
Saeki's current behavior, that warm murmur that Fuji felt more than heard, the nipping, the bold playfulness--
There was a tightness in Fuji's stomach as the muscles contracted and he held his breath. The areas where Saeki's fingers were touching him, sliding across his skin, felt warmer than should be. Fuji arched his back a little, stomach still tight and hand still fisted in the other's locks. He sucked in a breath, eyes sliding closed. The touch... was very welcome. He couldn't deny that. The location was another story. "Not here," he intoned in a low voice, about ready to cross his eyes.
"Why?" But before Fuji could answer the question, Saeki slowly pulled himself away from Fuji's body and wound up sort of... crawling up the expanse of the other boy's torso. He bumped noses with Fuji lightly before he ducked his head around to the side to kiss lightly at the spot just behind Fuji's ear. "Nevermind. I got it. Just took me a minute."
Saeki pulled away, his eyes clouded as he reached down to take a hold of one of Fuji's hands. His feet led him without the aid of his brain in the direction of Fuji's bedroom, which was where he assumed the other boy wanted to go. His heart thudded with the rhythm of his feet, and the distance to Fuji's room seemed longer than usual.
...The hand-holding was weird. Fuji didn't say anything about it, didn't protest as the two headed wordlessly for his room, but somewhere in the fuzziness of his thoughts he noted how aware he was of Saeki's firm grip, as well as the way Fuji's own fingers curled only so much in their grasp. It was a quiet walk up the staircase, the only sounds being those of their footsteps on the carpet-covered stairs. Yuuta was probably in his room playing video games, Yumiko had gone out with some friends, and his mother was downstairs in her sewing room. Fuji's thoughts floated through these and other fleeting recognitions as the two boys reached his room. Opening the door, Fuji put his hand on Saeki's back and gently urged him inside first. Only Fuji's self control kept him from shoving, everything felt surreal. Or maybe that was just the brownies. His breath felt cold as he inhaled deeply, the back of his throat dry.
When the door shut behind them, Saeki took stock of just how... real the situation was. He ran his thumb over the back of Fuji's hand and stared into the room before he finally turned to face Fuji, his friend, his oldest friend, with whom he was now in a highly charged situation. Saeki stepped in toward Fuji and brought up his free hand to lightly trail his fingers across Fuji's neck. "Syuusuke... I..." He wanted this. Badly. But he wasn't sure... Yes, Fuji teased, but that was just how he was, really, and Saeki was used to it. "I really..." Saeki leaned in and lightly grazed his lips across Fuji's cheek, only able to take himself that far. Some stupid inkling of doubt stopped him.
Fuji's breath ghosted across Saeki's cheek as he turned toward him at just the moment he felt the other's lips grazing his cheek. The rest of him was frozen with tension. A hand grabbed out and fisted itself in Saeki's shirt. Fuji's eyes turned to slits, the barest hint of blue peeking through. Why. Why didn't Saeki rise to his instigations? Unless he was just too used to him. That happened now and then. Or maybe there was such a thing as too much subtlety. To remedy that, Fuji dragged his tongue up along the side of Saeki's cheek in one quick, sly motion, only retracting after drawing a tiny little swirl with the tip of his tongue.
There. Saeki would have to react to that. Stumbling over his words and giving a few teasing touches or glances - that was not conclusive enough. Silly Saeki. He should know already what Fuji thought, and not leave so much of the work for him. With that, Fuji pressed a little closer and dragged his fingertips lightly down the other boy's sides until they settled up above the waist.
Well, that certainly answered a lot of questions now, didn't it? Saeki laughed quietly and turned his face inward a little in order to nuzzle against Fuji's cheek and he wrapped an arm around the other boy's waist to pull him in closer. "I'm not used to being the one to do the pursuing," he said quietly as he placed his palm flat against the small of Fuji's back, "so you'll have to forgive me for being an idiot." Saeki smiled and let go of Fuji's hand in order to bring it up and lightly turn Fuji's face toward his own. He gazed at his friend in silence for a moment, the hint of blue in those eyes enough to send a flare straight through his system. Once again, it struck Saeki just how beautiful Fuji was, and he couldn't help but feel incredibly lucky to be in this position. Saeki leaned in and pressed his mouth to Fuji's, and it was like coming home.
That tiny glimpse of blue was fleeting; Fuji's eyes slid completely shut as Saeki closed the distance, their lips soft and warm. Hm. Fuji was used to being the pursuer, maybe, but his way was always so indirect, so in need of causing others to react, that it might as well not count in the eyes of others. Saeki could be as much of an idiot as he liked, though. It was endearing. "Mm," Fuji said against Saeki's mouth, "and here I thought the webcam was enough of a hint. But you're forgiven. For now." A low, throaty murmur. A hand drew teasing strokes up the front of Saeki's side with just the tips of his fingers. In truth there was a lot Fuji wanted, or thought he wanted, to tell him. Things about the last year or so. Things Fuji hadn't covered when Saeki had come by train to see for himself that he wasn't all that shaken up over Matt's death. Now, to ruin the mood, or wait till later, or...?
Saeki pulled back slightly and smiled at Fuji, his hands absently toying with strands of his friend's hair. He made a mental note to ask what his hair care regime was at a later date. "Well, thank you. For now." A light shiver danced its way through Saeki's body at the light touches to his side and goose bumps formed up his arm. Saeki wasn't sure why it was Fuji who had always been able to drive him insane (in a good way) where no one else could. Maybe it was their history. Maybe it was because Fuji was the only person he knew who could really take as good as he could give. Maybe it was other reasons altogether that Saeki wasn't ready to explore yet. "You're beautiful," he muttered quietly without thought, his mouth deciding to move without his brain.
Fuji said nothing at first. He would never get used to people, even Saeki, complimenting his appearance. It was more a case of modesty and a lack of priority on looks than a mindset like Sunako's, though. With a sharp intake of breath Fuji flashed him an unreadable smile and murmured, after a long pause, "Please stay overnight." He wrapped his arms around Saeki's waist, fingers threaded together at the small of the back. The things he wanted to do to him. Even if the pacing that evening (and night) didn't cover it all, the sentiment was there. The sentiment was the important part.
His heart gave an odd little skip, a thrill that Saeki was pretty sure that he hadn't yet experienced when asked that question. He nodded, once, and lightly kissed the corner of Fuji's mouth. "You didn't even have to ask." Saeki raked his fingers lightly through Fuji's hair and his lips twitched, just a little. The entire situation was just surreal, and Saeki wasn't entirely positive that this wasn't just a blissful dream. He placed his hands lightly on Fuji's hips and he snuck his thumbs up under the hem of the other boy's shirt in order to rub them back and forth idly across the skin.
The hairs on the back of Fuji's neck stood on end, but in a pleasant, gut-twisting way, and he nuzzled his face into the crook of Saeki's neck. It was warm and comfortable and he fit against him nicely and maybe if he did it right, Saeki would want to melt right there on the spot. The fingers in his hair felt really nice. When was the last time he'd experienced this, had someone toy with his hair? July? With that thought, an odd pang lodged itself in Fuji's throat at the memory of his ex.
"Well," Saeki said with a laugh as he pulled back just enough to look down at Fuji's face against his skin, "we could probably at least sit down. While standing isn't so bad, it'd certainly be more relaxing." He smiled and started to pull away. Saeki used his hands on Fuji's hips to guide the other boy backwards toward the bed. He sat down and leaned back against the wall and motioned for Fuji to take a spot next to him. Really, at that moment, Saeki wanted nothing more than to just be close to Fuji.
Fuji curled up his legs as he sat down next to Saeki, one hand absently clutching an ankle, the other on his thigh. "Leaning against a wall is nice, though, you must admit." He laughed, recalling those fun times in the hallways of St. Rudolph. While it had happened elsewhere many a time, the ones there were the most memorable.
"I do." A faint sigh left Saeki as he leaned a little to his side to rest his shoulder against Fuji's. He glanced sideways to examine Fuji's profile, the features of his face different, probably because of where they were. Saeki slid his arm loosely around Fuji's waist and turned his face in to lightly nuzzle his nose against Fuji's neck. There was so much to take in.
Fuji leaned into the touch, rolling his head back a little with a soft, almost inaudible groan. He'd missed this sort of thing a lot. Having a friend with benefits was nice for sating the hormones now and then, but certain lines were not to be crossed. It was unspoken. Pressing those thoughts aside, Fuji gave a low murmur in the spirit of teasing: "From personal experience, I take it?"
Saeki chuckled quietly and placed a light kiss to the side of Fuji's neck. He already found it impossible for him to not want to kiss and touch and just be there as much as he could now that he had basically been given permission. "Maybe," he murmured, a grin on his face as he finally pulled away from Fuji's neck. The hand that Saeki had around Fuji's waist absently moved back and forth, relaxed little touches over what he could reach.
Fuji craned his neck to look at him, amusement tugging the corners of his mouth into a sly grin. Releasing the grip on his ankle, Fuji slid his leg out and let his foot dangle off the edge of the bed. He leant closer and, with his free hand now on the back of Saeki's neck, pulled him even closer. The kiss he gave him was firm and insistent, and if Saeki wasn't careful he'd wind up on his back pretty quickly. The bed gave a quiet creak under their weight and movement. Fuji's blood began to race.
The kiss caught him off-guard for only a moment, the warm press of lips against his own welcome. Saeki moved his free hand around and slid it along Fuji's leg as he returned the kiss, his head tipped to the side to get a better angle. He pressed against Fuji, the hand at the other boy's waist tightened, and his tongue darted out of his mouth to flick across Fuji's lips.
Fuji couldn't help but kiss him harder at the feel of that tongue, a tingling sensation taking over as his own tongue poked out to brush against it. "Move against the wall and let me sit in your lap," he ordered quietly the moment they parted, a serious, dark look in his eyes. He gave Saeki's upper lip a tiny lick, and grinned.
"Absolutely." Saeki did as he was told and let go of Fuji only enough that he could move to sit back against the wall. That dark look in Fuji's gaze was enough to send a shiver through Saeki's body and to spark very, very pleasant feelings straight to his center.
Fuji was straddling his lap in a flash, and very quickly had his lips fused to the column of Saeki's throat, and his hands drawing lines over the fabric covering Saeki's torso. Damn that shirt.
Saeki didn't want to laugh, but he couldn't help but think that it was very cute the way Fuji tugged at his shirt. He pulled away from the kiss in order to pull the shirt up and over his head, the fabric tossed off in some direction. His arms immediately went back around Fuji's waist and he pulled that lighter frame tight against his own as he started the kiss back up again.
Fuji showed Saeki what he thought of his shirt removal by dragging his nails up along his sides just once, thumbs brushing across pert nipples, then sliding his hands up those long, well-toned arms and around his neck. Not once did he break their kiss, not even to part for air, he was far too drawn in. Not to mention, Saeki turned out to be a very good kisser. Just enough force, just enough tongue and just the right pacing. It was enough to send the coil deep in his belly twisting and aching. If Saeki didn't already know Fuji was aroused, he would feel the evidence pressing against him pretty soon.
Oh, it was obvious. And at this point, Saeki's own arousal would have been obvious to Fuji. He shivered at the nails; the paths they scratched up his body were like little lines of pure heat. One hand went up the back of Fuji's shirt, Saeki's fingers once more tracing the lines of muscles, while the other moved up to tangle into Fuji's hair and to keep him where he was. Saeki was capable enough that he could breathe out of his nose while he kissed; there would be no need to break it any time soon.
Fuji arched his back and barely kept from squirming under Saeki's touch. Oh yeah, he could feel the other's arousal pressing against him now. As their heated kissing continued, Fuji allowed a hand to drift back down Saeki's chest and belly, slowly, until those knuckles were prime for brushing over the tented front of his pants. Saeki let out a groan. Fuji's hand gave a nice squeeze.
"Nn..." The groan sounded low in Saeki's throat, and his hips lifted a little off the bed and into the hand that squeezed him. He slid the hand on Fuji's back down and palmed the other boy's ass and gave it a little squeeze. His hips started to rock a little, and Saeki used the hand now on Fuji's ass to pull him forward with each movement. The kiss was finally broken as Saeki tipped his head down to start kissing, nipping, and licking at Fuji's neck.
Like before, Fuji exposed his neck to him, eyes shut and a blissful smile on his face as he let out a low moan-like sound, fingers toying absently with the hair at the back of Saeki's neck. Mm, it was just like Saeki to intuitively know how much Fuji liked having attention lavished on his neck. The sensation of wet and dry warmth, of breath and tongue tips, of teeth - it all added up and drove him wild. The two boys were now pressed so close together that Fuji couldn't move his hand on Saeki's arousal without bumping up against his own, tented almost directly above.
Saeki trailed his lips down to the junction of Fuji's neck and shoulder and he promptly latched his lips there to start sucking on the skin. There was no need for him to be shy about it anymore, and he was perfectly ready to place a mark on Fuji's skin. Saeki brought his hand down out of the other boy's hair and let it join Fuji's hand at their fronts. He took care of touching Fuji's own erection himself, his palm pressed flat against the bulge at the front of Fuji's pants. His mouth eventually moved away from Fuji's neck and he flicked his tongue out over the angry red mark that now marred the skin before he turned his head to nip at an earlobe.
Fuji wordlessly mouthed his approval with every press of Saeki's hand, every nip on his skin. Saeki's mouth was hot and insistent, and Fuji almost felt guilty - but only almost - when he craned his neck to start working on the other's throat. Saeki would still have his hands to make Fuji make interesting sounds. Oh, look at that - apparently Saeki knew just the right way to touch a guy's hard-on through his pants, because Fuji had to pause in his neck-nipping to let out a very high moan, hips moving forward in a jarring motion.
Oh, hell. Saeki hadn't yet ever heard a sound quite like the one that Fuji just produced. He groaned quietly in response and tipped his head back to open up his throat to Fuji's kisses. While one hand tugged at Fuji's shirt (if Saeki was going to be shirtless, then damnit Fuji was too) the other worked at getting those pesky pants undone, too. Saeki felt the button slide through the hole and it was just a matter of tugging the zipper down before he was able to slip his hand into Fuji's pants. He now palmed the other boy through the much thinner fabric of his underwear; his fingers traced the veins that they could feel.
The hand around Saeki's neck had been flexing its fingers, pressing the tips of nails into tiny little circles. Fuji now moved it to grab hold of Saeki's shoulder, nails digging in, in need of a better anchor if he wished to keep his balance astraddle the other's lap. He could feel fingers lightly stroking his erection, in such a way that nearly made him putty in Saeki's hands. He groaned against Saeki's throat, bit down, licked, all the while bucking his hips into Saeki's hand to enhance the all too pleasurable sensations already being caused. The hand that Fuji had been pressing against Saeki's arousal was now working to help tug up Fuji's shirt.
Saeki pulled Fuji's shirt up and off with both of his hands and let it join his own shirt, wherever it was. He let out a soft breath and ran calloused fingertips down Fuji's chest, barely brushing over nipples. A quiet pleased hum escaped Saeki's throat as he moved one hand back down and into Fuji's pants once more, though this time he dipped his fingers under the elastic waistband of the other boy's underwear. His other hand continued to lightly pinch and finger a nipple.
Fuji's frame gave a light shiver, affected from the nipple play. He leaned back slightly, spine curving, occasionally moving his hips in time to every stroke and tease Saeki's hand applied to his arousal. After dragging his nails along the other's torso and side, he brought both hands down to slowly begin undoing the button and fly of Saeki's pants. A few flicks of his fingers and a tug on the zipper and voila, access.
"Syuusuke..." The name was breathed out against the skin of Fuji's chest, a pleased whisper. Saeki liked being able to say Fuji's name like that. He pressed light kisses across Fuji's chest, at times stopping to suck or bite on a bit of skin. His lips made their way to one of the pert little nipples and his tongue darted out of his mouth to flick across it. Saeki wrapped his lips around the nub and nibbled.
A hand came up to stroke and stimulate the back of Saeki's neck, again toying with the hair and massaging fingertips into the skin. Fuji groaned, practically holding Saeki to his nipple. While it wasn't one of his preferred areas to be teased, it still felt damn good, such that Fuji had to strongly resist pushing him away it was so intense. To occupy his other hand, he began stroking Saeki's arousal through his underwear, teasing just enough to feel good, but at a relaxed pace that would be certain to drive him nuts if kept up for too long.
A low groan left Saeki at all of the stimuli, his brain reeling with the fact that it was Syuusuke, of all people, doing this to him. And it was that fact alone that made everything seem that much more fantastic. "You know," he murmured, lips still pressed against Fuji's chest, "this would be a lot easier if we took off our pants." Saeki grinned a little and glanced upward, a wicked gleam in his eyes.
Fuji was too busy staring glassy-eyed at the patch of wall behind Saeki, chest rising slowly, to see that wicked glance. Despite all the excursions he'd had with Shiraishi, this was his first time feeling true emotional bliss during such activity. He wanted to savor it. "Hm? Pants?" he said intelligently, snapping to attention as he gave Saeki's cock a languorous stroke.
"Nn... pants." Saeki sighed softly, his breath ghosting over the damp nipple next to his mouth. What had he said about pants again? Oh. Right. This would all be much easier if they took them off. Probably. But that would require movement, wouldn't it? Saeki slid his hand out of Fuji's pants and he started to push down on the waistband with both of his hands pointedly.
Mourning the loss of touch, feeling the sliding of fabric being nudged slowly lower, Fuji stalled his movements and gave a lighthearted chuckle. "Oh. Pants. It might be easier if I move off your lap fir--" At that moment he heard the sound of a doorknob twisting, a door swinging open, and he turned his head around just in time to spot his younger brother poking his nose in.
Every muscle in Saeki's body froze at the sound of the door opening, and he lifted his head slowly to gaze up over Fuji's shoulder to stare at Yuuta. Well, this was more than a little awkward, wasn't it? There was nothing quite like walking in on one of your oldest friends pulling down your brother's pants, Saeki was sure. He coughed quietly and gave Yuuta a bright smile. "Oh. Hey, Yuuta."
Fuji flashed Yuuta a smile. He even brought a hand up and gave him a little wave. "........Uh. Hi, Yuuta." His nervousness was just slightly apparent through the tone of his voice. My goodness. Although of all house residents it could have been, perhaps this was the most amusing.
Yuuta just stared openly at the two on the bed for a moment, before flushing and snapping, "What the hell, aniki! You could have locked the door!"
"Well," Fuji began, "I could have. You also could have knocked, I suppose." Yuuta's flush only grew darker as the fifteen year old boy silently fumed, most likely racking his brain for a good comeback and finding none.
"Yeah. Well." He averted his gaze, cursing his stupid brother and his stupid friend. "What if Mom or Nee-san had--"
"Well," Saeki started, his eyes flickering up to glance toward Fuji, "I imagine Yumiko probably would have smiled and left. I'm not too sure about your mom." He slowly pulled his hands away from where he'd practically been groping Fuji's ass to rest them lightly on the other boy's hips. "Though frankly, I wouldn't be surprised if she's thought that this has been going on since we were eight." Saeki grinned and winked.
Fuji laughed and said nothing. Yuuta scowled as he braved another glance at them. "So Yuuta, mind telling me the occasion for this ah, interruption?"
"Nevermind," Yuuta groused. "I'll bother you later about it. And lock your door when you do stuff like that." This... was comparable to walking in on his own parents having sex. At least these two looked like they hadn't gotten far.
"We'll keep that in mind for future endeavors." Saeki grinned wide and simply watched Yuuta as he promptly slid a hand back down and really did grope Fuji's ass this time. If he was just going to keep standing there, then Saeki wasn't going to indulge him by behaving anymore. He glanced up toward Fuji briefly and tried not to snicker. "There are brownies out on the table in the living room, by the way."
Fuji promptly smacked Saeki on the rear for that. The smirk on his face slowly grew.
Yuuta groaned as he facepalmed, but waved with his other hand with a grumble before slipping out and shutting the door behind him.
"Okay," Fuji addressed Saeki, "you're very, very naughty." Note that Fuji was hardly complaining.
The laugh finally left Saeki as Yuuta shut the door and he looked up toward Fuji with a waggle of his eyebrows. "What're you gonna do about it, hm?" He tipped his head up and kissed the underside of Fuji's jaw. "You gonna spank me again?" A slow grin spread across his face as he gave Fuji's own backside a little pinch.
"Maybe I will. It's very spankable." Fuji still had a hand down Saeki's pants, and chose this moment to give the other's erection a nice squeeze, just for variety's sake.
"Nngh... Good." Saeki finally gently nudged Fuji off of his lap before his hands went back to the task they had been working at before they were interrupted. He started to tug at Fuji's pants once more and he pulled the fabric down inch by agonizing inch. If he wasn't so caught up in wanting to see Fuji now he'd think it through and lay the other boy down before doing this but, well, that's how it was.
Fuji took care of that task for him and sprawled to the side and onto his back, lifting his hips when the time came for tugging his clothing completely off his rear. It wouldn't do to make it more difficult than it had to be.
Saeki nodded his thanks to Fuji and he finished pulling the rest of his clothes off of the other boy's body. When the fabric hit the floor, Saeki sat back on his legs and allowed his eyes to rake slowly down the length of Fuji's body. He let out a low whistle and slowly slid his hand across that lovely torso.
Fuji had made himself comfortable, folding his arms behind his head and raising a leg, foot flat against the bed comforter. As Saeki's gaze roamed over his body and his hand slid across his torso, Fuji commented, "If I weren't already in the mood I'd offer to belly dance for you." Then, with that mischievous grin on his face, he lifted the foot of his raised leg and poked his toes toward Saeki's crotch area, nudging the bulge with his toes.
"Maybe l-later..." Saeki's hand twitched slightly on Fuji's stomach and he let out a slow breath. He finally drew his hand back and slowly began to remove the rest of his own clothes, switching his weight as was necessary in order to remove them. When they were gone, when they were both at equal states of undress, Saeki moved so he hovered above Fuji's body and he slowly lowered himself down to press flesh against flesh. He had one leg over one of Fuji's, knees on the bed to keep himself still up.
Fuji took that moment to lick Saeki's neck, dig his nails into his back, and chime in, "You wouldn't mind locking the door, would you?"
"Yes." Saeki grinned and gave Fuji a slow kiss before he pulled away and stood up in order to pad over to the door. He made a show of slowly locking the door then tugging at it in order to make sure that it was actually locked. When he was certain, he turned around and smiled at Fuji before he finally made his way back over to the bed and resumed the position he had been in.
Fuji tangled his fingers in Saeki's hair the moment he was back, pulling him down for a long, heated kiss. His other hand was already smoothing across the flat plane of the other's torso, fingers soon entwining around something firm and warm. Saeki was very hard, Fuji could tell from the strokes of his hand. Their lips parted with a groan, their breathing ragged.
Saeki rolled his hips slowly into the hand that was wrapped around him, and his own hand slid down to slip around Fuji's erection. He matched the other boy's pace as he kissed Fuji back with the same heat and passion that he was being given. His other hand freely explored Fuji's body, trailing over the dips and curves that he didn't know existed.
As the two boys stroked each other and kissed, Fuji trailed his hand down the other's back, applying gentle to almost frightening pressure with the tips of his nails. He tried to vary it, perhaps sync it so that his thumb was rolling across the tip of Saeki's cock at the very moment his nails drew red lines of heat up his flank, anything to make him react without overwhelming him too much. Seeking out his limit, as it were.
"Oh... god..." Saeki seemed to be in permanent goose-bump mode, and Fuji certainly wasn't helping the situation any. He swallowed thickly and buried his face against Fuji's neck as he raked his own free hand down the inside of Fuji's thigh. His lips once more licked and nipped at Fuji's neck; he was determined to make the other boy make more noises.
And make more noises Fuji did. His thigh twitched and shuddered under the other's touch, the sensation eliciting a spine-curling sigh and roll of the hips from him. He clutched and clawed at Saeki's back and rose up off the bed, energised with tension. He was close, very close. "Kou... jirou..." he groaned in a low, broken tone. Best birthday ever, hands down. "F-finish me off. Now. Quickly."
Saeki didn't need to be told twice. He nodded once and sped up the pace of the hand he had around Fuji's erection, his other moving up to lightly toy with his balls. His mouth opened and he bit down, harder this time, on Fuji's neck. His own urgency started to match Fuji's.
Fuji's breathing was ragged for several moments, he tensed up, and then finally he went slack. His release made a few quick spurts. In spite of this, Fuji kept teasing and stroking and pumping at Saeki, aiming to bring him to completion as quickly as the other would allow himself to. He panted and turned his head aside, a blissful look coloring his face.
The sight, the sound, the feel of Fuji coming beneath him was going to be forever imprinted in Saeki's memory. His hands finally ceased all of their movement and he planted them on the bed as he started to rock his hips into Fuji's hand, his own breathing growing ragged. It was just a few moments that passed before Saeki's body tensed all over, and he grunted his release against Fuji's neck. He promptly collapsed, half on Fuji, half on the bed, completely breathless.
Fuji slung a free arm around Saeki upon feeling his weight, waiting patiently for the other to catch his breath. He nipped the other's earlobe playfully. "That felt amazing." And it was true. Fuji had been dreaming of doing such sordid things with him for years. When the Saeki he knew before had gone after Shishido he'd simply been supportive, not allowing himself to encroach on his happiness. Now, it seemed as if everything had been reset and this time, this Saeki was just for him. ...he liked the sound of that, selfish as it was.
Saeki chuckled quietly and finally moved so that he lay next to Fuji instead of on top of him, and he slid an arm to rest it around Fuji's waist. He nuzzled absently against the nearest shoulder and nodded. "To say the least." With one last slow breath to calm himself down he propped his head up on a hand and gazed down at Fuji with a soft smile. "Stupid question, but this means I get to claim you all for myself now, right?"
Fuji's eyes fluttered open as the weight of the statement took its time to sink in. The most coherent response he could give for the moment was to allow a slow smile to creep its way onto his face. He wanted to say yes. Only a tiny part of him was screaming to ask for time to consider. This was Saeki, someone he trusted, but was he ready? After a bit, he tried to find good enough words. Saeki was waiting for a reply. "I... want to say yes," he finally said. The 'but' was left unsaid but assumed.
"But?" Saeki raised an eyebrow slowly and brought up his free hand to lightly rake his fingers through Fuji's hair, pushing back a few of the strands that had stuck to his forehead. He tipped his head slightly and watched Fuji in silence, waiting.
Fuji rolled over and lay his head on his arms, facing Saeki. "I've been turned off of relationships for a while, ever since..." Ever since his ex decided to cheat on him and leave him for a homunculus with abandonment issues, he wanted to say. But that was a bit too direct and caustic. The last thing he wanted was for Saeki to think he doubted him.
"Which is understandable." Saeki dropped his head down so that he was at eye level with Fuji now, and he continued to lightly stroke his hair. "To be perfectly honest," he paused and let out a sigh with a shake of his head, "I've never actually had a 'relationship' last for more than a week." He paused again and laughed this time and tipped his head up to lightly press his lips to Fuji's forehead. "Though I think that's partially your fault."
Fuji scoffed, though he was smiling. "My fault? Too busy fantasising about me and not your significant other?" he teased.
Saeki let out a slow breath and glanced away from Fuji, gazing down the expanse of their bodies, so close together. It was exactly like a fantasy come true. "To be honest?" he allowed his eyes to finally move back up to look at Fuji. "Yes." Saeki laughed quietly again and shook his head. "I'm pathetic, right? I couldn't stick around 'cause they weren't you."
There was that wide-eyed look of surprise again, searching for any sign of wavering seriousness. "You were that stuck on me?" he asked, letting out a breath he hadn't realised he'd been holding. "I--" Don't know what to say? This was hardly a first, being speechless, but Fuji was unused to such flattering revelations. Not of this type. "You could have told me sooner."
"When I was six, I was convinced you were going to be my wife." Saeki grinned and shook his head a little as he lightly traced his fingers along Fuji's jawline. He sighed faintly and closed his eyes. "I could have told you, yes. I should have, probably. But I just..." Saeki cracked open an eye to look at him, "I don't know. Stupid worries about screwing things up."
Fuji let out a laugh as he recalled memories ten years old. Those were the days. Back then Yuuta was also convinced that his big brother Syuusuke was an alien from another planet. Fuji tipped his head back a little to give Saeki better access. It felt nice, that light touch. "You couldn't screw up from telling me. I... might have said something sooner if it hadn't been for the other you. The one that was so nuts over someone else. As long as you were happy, I was fine with it." And there went a tiny tugging at his heartstrings, and he was the one behind it.
"Happy for my happiness..." Saeki sighed quietly and finally just slid his hand along Fuji's jaw and let it rest there, his thumb absently tracing back and forth across his cheek. "Don't we sound like we're straight out of some cheesy romance novel?" He grinned and leaned forward to press a slow, soft kiss to Fuji's lips. "I can't apologize enough for my other self."
"You don't need to apologise," Fuji said before the kiss had broken. "And I don't see what's wrong with a little cheesy romance. Are you lactose intolerant and forgot to tell me?" He eyed him seriously.
Saeki snorted and shook his head, the grin on his face causing a twinkle to appear in his eyes. "No, no I'm not lactose intolerant." He leaned in and gave him another kiss. "Can I just tell you though, that now I know I'm free to give you all the kisses I want, I'm going to. At any time. At any place."
Fuji grinned. "That's a lot of chocolate, Koujirou. Speaking of, I'm hungry. Very hungry." It was about time those munchies settled in, and... oh look, they were both naked on his bed and hadn't cleaned up their releases yet. Fuji spared a glance at the top bed cover and realised that, being belly-down, he'd gotten some of that mess on the fabric. Whoops.
"Smartass." Saeki bopped his nose and finally sat up with a stretch. He glanced down at his hand and then across Fuji's stomach and snorted quietly. "And I'm torn. I don't know what I want more: a bath or like... some chips." He hummed in thought quietly and moved his hand, his nose wrinkling at the... dryness of it all.
"Bath," Fuji stated, wiggling the fingers of the hand that had wanked Saeki to completion. It was also dry. Not to mention Saeki had a few spots on his own belly area. "You can get clean and spend more naked time with me." So it came out sounding cheesy. Oh well.
"Well, if there's to be more naked time, then yes, bath would totally work out better first." Saeki grinned and stood up with a full body stretch, almost all of his knotted muscles uncoiling in that moment. He turned back toward the bed and held out a hand to Fuji. "Figure we should at least cover up enough so as not to scar any possible family members that are out and about on the way to the bath?"
Fuji rolled off his bed as eloquently as a naked teenage boy can, and took the outstretched hand. "I'd suppose so. There are some towels in my closet, in a bin on the floor."
Saeki nodded and pulled Fuji toward him to give him a kiss before he moved away and to the closet. He crouched down in front of the bin and rifled through it for two towels, one of them being tossed over his head back in Fuji's direction.
Fuji caught it with one hand and slung it high around his waist. This way the dried stickiness was no longer visible. "Shall we, then?" He held out his arm for Saeki to link with his.
After he wrapped a towel around himself, Saeki moved toward Fuji and linked their arms together. He hummed quietly and leaned in to place a kiss to Fuji's temple and nodded. "We shall." Saeki headed toward the door with Fuji in tow and unlocked it before he pulled it open for the other boy.
Fuji nodded and they left, heading for the bath room.