There's a shadow in Shouichi's eyes every time he says the word Vongola and Byakuran knows. It's not as if it's any secret. Shouichi's place at his side has never been one built entirely on trust, but in usefulness and he can hear the seconds ticking down until it happens, until Shouichi hits his breaking point.
It's not hard to guess when, although he supposes the how is what will really be interesting. Shouichi's smart, smarter than the Black Spell who have already drafted up their plans to save their precious princess. But, Shouichi knows that, too, and the eventual crash between the two will be one of the biggest points of interest for Byakuran-- and one of the biggest points in his favor.
"Nnn... Byakuran-san?" Shouichi asks blearily at his side. The other is frowning at him, a look that crosses his face more than often now. There's a soft sound as Shouichi fumbles for his glasses and Byakuran bats his hand away, moving to lean over him again.
"Don't get up. I don't want you out of this bed for a bit, mmm?" Byakuran tuts softly as he pins Shouichi's hand to the mattress. The other is still warm, pale skin hot from their last encounter not more than twenty minutes ago at that. He still looks so completely fucked, hair tousled just barely, lips red from abuse. Byakuran thinks that he'll miss this, but even still, the inevitability of Shouichi's leaving makes it bittersweet and more pleasurable in its transience. He'll share this now with him, this precious malleable Shouichi that's still at his side, this sweet Shou-chan that is still so vulnerable, looking up at him with eyes unhindered by the thick panes of his glasses.
Shouichi makes a soft, grumbling noise of protest of he squirms free of Byakuran's playfully light grip on his right hand, rubbing at drowsy eyes, "What time is it?"
"Early," Byakuran kisses him with a lazy sort of command, reiterating in body what he's already said in word. His skin is paler still against the moonish tones of Shouichi's awkward frame. He straddles him, cock still sticky from before as he presses it against Shouichi's stomach. "Much too early to think."
He says it more for himself, of course, he thinks. Too much of it can ruin this, turn a lazy morning into something rougher, more distasteful. And he doesn't want that, doesn't want to spend the effort. There's meetings to attend to in the morning with some of the more difficult members of Uni's men, the less interesting ones, the ones that only understand that Black Spell isn't in their hands anymore and bitterness has turned them sour and dull. Getting too worked up in bed before them would only make them less tolerable.
Byakuran leans back, brushing his ass against Shouichi's cock, "Change is so troublesome, isn't it, Shou-chan?"
Shouichi blinks, a vague touch of clarity tainting his sleepy gaze, even as he frowns, "What do you mean, Byakuran-san?"
Byakuran just laughs softly, closing his eyes, "Maybe nothing at all."
It's not hard to guess when, although he supposes the how is what will really be interesting. Shouichi's smart, smarter than the Black Spell who have already drafted up their plans to save their precious princess. But, Shouichi knows that, too, and the eventual crash between the two will be one of the biggest points of interest for Byakuran-- and one of the biggest points in his favor.
"Nnn... Byakuran-san?" Shouichi asks blearily at his side. The other is frowning at him, a look that crosses his face more than often now. There's a soft sound as Shouichi fumbles for his glasses and Byakuran bats his hand away, moving to lean over him again.
"Don't get up. I don't want you out of this bed for a bit, mmm?" Byakuran tuts softly as he pins Shouichi's hand to the mattress. The other is still warm, pale skin hot from their last encounter not more than twenty minutes ago at that. He still looks so completely fucked, hair tousled just barely, lips red from abuse. Byakuran thinks that he'll miss this, but even still, the inevitability of Shouichi's leaving makes it bittersweet and more pleasurable in its transience. He'll share this now with him, this precious malleable Shouichi that's still at his side, this sweet Shou-chan that is still so vulnerable, looking up at him with eyes unhindered by the thick panes of his glasses.
Shouichi makes a soft, grumbling noise of protest of he squirms free of Byakuran's playfully light grip on his right hand, rubbing at drowsy eyes, "What time is it?"
"Early," Byakuran kisses him with a lazy sort of command, reiterating in body what he's already said in word. His skin is paler still against the moonish tones of Shouichi's awkward frame. He straddles him, cock still sticky from before as he presses it against Shouichi's stomach. "Much too early to think."
He says it more for himself, of course, he thinks. Too much of it can ruin this, turn a lazy morning into something rougher, more distasteful. And he doesn't want that, doesn't want to spend the effort. There's meetings to attend to in the morning with some of the more difficult members of Uni's men, the less interesting ones, the ones that only understand that Black Spell isn't in their hands anymore and bitterness has turned them sour and dull. Getting too worked up in bed before them would only make them less tolerable.
Byakuran leans back, brushing his ass against Shouichi's cock, "Change is so troublesome, isn't it, Shou-chan?"
Shouichi blinks, a vague touch of clarity tainting his sleepy gaze, even as he frowns, "What do you mean, Byakuran-san?"
Byakuran just laughs softly, closing his eyes, "Maybe nothing at all."
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