They do little things, sometimes, to keep the sex interesting, partly because they're both curious people, prone to experimentation, and partly because you can't be together for as long as they have without needing a little variety.
Today, it's handcuffs. Pink fuzzy ones, to be exact. They'd been a gift from Yoko, a joke, but Yasu insisted that they had to use them, it would be rude not to: that's how Subaru ended up handcuffed to Yasu's bed, pink feathers tickling the insides of his wrists. Yasu straddles Subaru's hips, still in his boxers, and Subaru hisses, squirms at the contact. He feels silly, and the fact that Yasu is just sitting there, not doing anything, only works to fuel his frustration.
"What," Subaru says finally, eyes narrowed.
"I'm just looking at you," Yasu replies, grinning, "I don't always get the chance."
Subaru shifts again, pushing his hips up against Yasu's. His eyes flutter shut and he moans, trying to ignore the feeling of Yasu's eyes on him. After a moment, Yasu moves back slightly, takes Subaru's cock in his hand. Subaru's eyes open: Yasu is looking directly at him, eyes dark, expression totally open, and something about it adds to the coiling tightness in Subaru's stomach, the need that's growing with every pump of Yasu's fist on his cock.
"I want to kiss you," Subaru says, breathless and a little slurred. Yasu grins, but doesn't move right away, and Subaru whines, thrashes a bit, until Yasu squeezes his cock and leans over. He stops just short of Subaru's mouth to lick his lips: Subaru can feel the moist warmth of Yasu's breath against his own lips, and he cranes his neck upward until their lips touch. Yasu's tongue in his mouth is enough to catapult Subaru over the edge, and he moans loudly into Yasu's mouth, body going rigid. He jerks his arms down, involuntarily, and hears the snap of the plastic handcuffs as his hands are freed to pull at Yasu's boxers.
"Oh no," Yasu says, pulling away, "I guess we'll have to tell Yokocho we broke his present..."
Today, it's handcuffs. Pink fuzzy ones, to be exact. They'd been a gift from Yoko, a joke, but Yasu insisted that they had to use them, it would be rude not to: that's how Subaru ended up handcuffed to Yasu's bed, pink feathers tickling the insides of his wrists. Yasu straddles Subaru's hips, still in his boxers, and Subaru hisses, squirms at the contact. He feels silly, and the fact that Yasu is just sitting there, not doing anything, only works to fuel his frustration.
"What," Subaru says finally, eyes narrowed.
"I'm just looking at you," Yasu replies, grinning, "I don't always get the chance."
Subaru shifts again, pushing his hips up against Yasu's. His eyes flutter shut and he moans, trying to ignore the feeling of Yasu's eyes on him. After a moment, Yasu moves back slightly, takes Subaru's cock in his hand. Subaru's eyes open: Yasu is looking directly at him, eyes dark, expression totally open, and something about it adds to the coiling tightness in Subaru's stomach, the need that's growing with every pump of Yasu's fist on his cock.
"I want to kiss you," Subaru says, breathless and a little slurred. Yasu grins, but doesn't move right away, and Subaru whines, thrashes a bit, until Yasu squeezes his cock and leans over. He stops just short of Subaru's mouth to lick his lips: Subaru can feel the moist warmth of Yasu's breath against his own lips, and he cranes his neck upward until their lips touch. Yasu's tongue in his mouth is enough to catapult Subaru over the edge, and he moans loudly into Yasu's mouth, body going rigid. He jerks his arms down, involuntarily, and hears the snap of the plastic handcuffs as his hands are freed to pull at Yasu's boxers.
"Oh no," Yasu says, pulling away, "I guess we'll have to tell Yokocho we broke his present..."
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YAY!!!!! YOU WIN!
I like breaking handcuffs....*_* XD
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Clearly, this idea was pure genius. *___*
Omg, I love you, Laura!! This is all smiles and giggles and awww and hot all at once! ♥!!!
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Just. Um. *_*
Hi. I love this. ♥
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