Clever bastard..

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[Niou Yagyuu dragged Yagyuu Niou away from the room where ever they had been forced to make pizza and led him to the nearest little place he'd found. No way in hell was he wearing their 'uniforms' that they wanted them to both wear. It was embarrassing and with his partner finally here, Niou Yagyuu had other plans in mind already.]

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[Feeling absolutely no shame in letting a pleased moan escape his throat, he found his body pressed firmly against his partner's. The trickster felt every shiver and reaction of the one he held against the wall and he knew exactly what to do to coax such things from Yagyuu. There were hundreds of things Niou knew about the other's body by now. He could pinpoint his every sensitive, weak spot.. the spots that would make Yagyuu weak in the knees.. the spots that made him squirm and (if Niou really wanted to torture his lover) beg. This even included the spots that completely left Yagyuu craving more of the trickster. ... Hell, Niou could even accomplish that without touching his partner.

That didn't mean Yagyuu was clueless about Niou's own kinks, but he never abused his knowledge like the silver haired teen did (unless Niou really teased him enough but really, why on Earth would Niou deprive his Yagyuu?). He was so very gentleman after all.

The tie had to go as did the shirt. That's what Niou concluded once he was granted the taste and moist feel of Yagyuu's warm mouth. Kissing and groping hardly ever satisfied Niou nowadays. .... not that he would ever admit he actually loved cuddling up with Yagyuu in bed along with a lazy make out session or several two. His fingers felt up the other's toned chest to fumble with his school tie. Ugh. Niou hated these things.. it made having his way with his gentleman troublesome.]

[disillusiongame]

[He felt, rather than heard, the other's moan as it reverberated through his mouth when they kissed, though he did manage his best to hold his own in as their bodies pressed together. It wouldn't be long before he'd want his partner naked, claiming him, against the aleady abused wall or elsewhere (he didn't care).. he just wanted him. And their clothing was in the way, obstructing his view from the perfect body he'd come to know every part of.. left no place untouched many times before. He'd explored Niou so many times.. the sight, taste, touch, feel, and voice were mapped out in his mind.

He squirmed slightly as the hand felt his chest, just for the tie: only one of the things keeping their needy bodies apart. His chest arched, aching for the feeling of those talented fingers against his bare skin. The fabric of his dress shirt felt foreign and uncomfortable against his slowly overheating flesh; the sooner it was removed, the better.

As the trickster's hands worked on his tie, Yagyuu put his own hands to work and tugged Niou's shirt from where they were tucked into his pants. Most of the time, his partner didn't bother with tucking his shirt in.. that is.. unless Yagyuu himself did it (he'd gotten pretty good at tricking Niou with a kiss or so maybe more if they especially had enough time before class).

Once the shirt was freed, his hands slid up and along the smooth back. The shirt itself would have to come off soon. The gentleman didn't want to have to wait much longer for what he knew was coming.. that would just be torture (for both of them). His fingers teased at the flesh of Niou's back, running slowly.. soft little touches here and there. The way the heat ran through his fingertips every part of the skin he touched drove him mad, wanting more; more kisses, more touches, more sounds. He couldn't get enough.]

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[Niou was successful in removing the silk tie just in time before his patience ran dangerously thin. Not that he had any when he was beginning to feel terribly hard. Fuck.. when had that happened? It had to be his lover's skilled, wandering hands. They were gentle, soft touches that just drove the trickster crazy. Only Yagyuu had this power, so to say, over Niou. Not that.. ... Niou could.. compare-- ..... Alright, so Niou had his share of bed warmers before Yagyuu and none of them even came close to the gentleman. And they never would. Not even if they offered him to go to the backroom with them in exchange for tapes with questionable content on them. *Ahem*

After he tossed the tie carelessly onto the floor the next thing his hands busied themselves with was the defenseless buttons along his shirt. What? The article was tucked in? Niou could multitask and tug up the white once flawless shirt. Now it was wrinkled and would soon be discarded without a second thought in a few moments. The trickster wanted to feel his lover's warm skin.. the outlines of his muscles from all that training.. his beautiful stomach.. his heated, hard-- So. One by one the buttons came undone as his warm tongue explored every corner of Yagyuu's mouth. He was careful to do this before leading his partner's muscle into his own hot, needy mouth with a slight suckle. Another groan left the aching doubles player. Never had he gotten tired of his taste.. The only person Niou never lost interest in... ]

[disillusiongame]

[He didn't let his hands just idle around and do nothing while his partner worked, no. He tugged here and there, fidgeting with the buttons obscuring Niou's chest, undoing the, one by one, slowly, teasingly for a moment. But he was sick of the teasing by this point and thus quickly undid the rest and ran his warm fingers over the soft flesh of the trickster's chest, reaquainting himself with him. It had been too long and he, by no means, wasn't aware of the fact that Niou had been to bed with plenty others. Yagyuu knew, but he let it slip past him because Niou was all his now (besides Sanada lol), and the body would remain his. The gentleman didn't often sleep with others (not that he hadn't thought of Kirihara-kun or Yanagi-kun in bed, pshh), but he knew that no one would ever come close to being as good as Niou. No one could make him feel as good as Niou could.

If Yagyuu hadn't been enjoying the feel of the fingers on his chest, undoing the buttons of his dress shirt, he'd have flung off Niou's shirt by now. He had all but ripped the buttons out of their seams, he was that impatient. It was beginning to hurt, waiting this long. But he was a gentleman.. and gentleman waited patiently-- fuck patience. The clothing on his body didn't feel right anymore. All he needed now was Niou's bare hands on his bare skin, and he'd be all set.

A moan pressed itself into Niou's mouth as the trickster suckled Yagyuu's tongue into his mouth. The taste itself was arousing him to no end and he could almost imagine what Niou's-- Okay, they were almost there, almost ready. Once their shirts come off, their pants are left, and Yagyuu's shaking against his partner. Anticipating this is fucking painful. Screw being a gentleman. He had Niou. They were one person now. Yagyuu's calm composure had affected the trickster once.. and now Niou's trickery and just plain wild was infecting the gentleman. Yagyuu himself was becoming the impatient wild that was Niou Masaharu, and if he said that he didn't like it.. he'd be lying.]

[petenshi_daa]

[They were both on the same page now. His own hands trailed up the Gentleman's smooth chest, up the sides of his neck and through his usually neat, kept hair. It would only be a matter of time before his fingers left his lover's hair and returned to the task of stripping him down completely. Until then, the platinum haired boy savored the taste of the Yagyuu in his mouth. He let his own tongue dance around the other's, letting a few more of his moans get lost in between their lips.

Niou would have never broken their lip lock had he not needed to breathe, but... he was human after all. His breaths came in raggedly already when he did, pressing him own frame against his partner's. He needed Yagyuu so much right now. If only a kiss could do this to Niou... A signature smirk played his lips and his hands moved back down Yagyuu's muscles to his waist, keeping him close. The Trickster loved to see his Gentleman throw away his composure for Niou and only Niou.]

[ooc: I really miss the Internet >/]

[disillusiongame]

[He could feel his kept hair messing under the fingers that threaded through it and, under different circumstances, he'd be mad about it.. but not now. He needed this. He needed Niou. On him, in him, feeling him everywhere- everywhere that he knew.. everywhere that he didn't know. The Trickster knew him and he knew the Trickster. It had been far too long that they'd done something like this. It was exhilarating, and it felt good. Niou brought out his bad side and Yagyuu wasn't complaining. Not at all.

Another moan passed lips as their tongues played and their bodies pressed together. Their pants were in the way, but he wanted- no, needed- friction and tried to move his hips against Niou's. The wall behind him didn't give him much room to really move, but it should have been enough without resulting to begging as they kissed. He did not want to break their lips apart. He missed the taste, no matter how much he might need to breathe soon. He just let his hands play against his partner's warm back, underneath the unbuttoned dress shirt, and hoped they'd both be fully undressed soon.]

[petenshi_daa]

[Niou really found his partner pressed up against the wall absolutely enticing, but very... limiting. He hadn't meant to be a tease today simply because he wanted to take Yagyuu as soon as he could. His fingers deviously hooked themselves around the waistband of the Gentleman's boxers anyways and traced the skin hidden delicately. The platinum haired teen would just have to get the other in bed. Eventually.

He willed himself to break their heated kiss, letting his lips quickly press against Yagyuu's neck. Soon after making that contact, he darted his tongue out and traced his lover's smooth skin carefully. If he wasn't doing that, Niou was trailing his kisses sloppily to those spots that just made Yagyuu ... shiver, cling, moan, beg.. He didn't even have to nip harshly at those spots like he was doing at the moment. All Yagyuu needed was a graze of his counterpart's teeth to break any resolve of his.. But Niou was convinced that Yagyuu had none whatsoever. Ah. The Trickster couldn't help but feel proud of that somewhere in the back of his mind. The minute part of his brain that wasn't focused on pounding Yagyuu on the nearest sturdy surface.

The only thing Niou would manage to say loud enough for his partner to hear was, "Bed. Now."]