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title: take it how you want it
rating: pg-13
author's note: i've decided to not write my essay, and write this instead. mind, this isn't any good or anything. i told you i can't write porn. but at least it will keep stacy at bay for a while. :P i kid. i love you.
take it how you want it
One minute Dhoni was yelling at him to open the door, and in the next it was for a completely different reason.
The moment Yuvraj let go of the doorknob, to finally let Dhoni out of the bathroom, there were fire in both of their eyes. Not of anger or hate, but of passion. They looked at each other in the eye briefly, waiting for someone to make a move. It was Dhoni.
He pulled the taller man into him, walking himself backwards into the wall. He closed his eyes, at the feel of Yuvraj’s body against him - strong and unwavering. Their breaths came out fast in rapid intervals, content with staying the way they were - backed into the corner of the bathroom, bodies flushed together. (And it was always like this. The love and passion escalating to unbelievable heights, before dwindling down. And it were these moments that Dhoni could really feel the intensity of their relationship - in the silence, wrapped in each other’s arms.)
Dhoni opened his eyes, and looked at his hand comfortably on Yuvraj’s chest. He could feel the beats of his heart, and he wondered if his was beating just as fast (just as loud).
A hand cupped Dhoni’s chin, and he couldn’t stop himself from brushing his face against the warmth.
“What is it?” Yuvraj asked, his voice filled with concern. “You haven’t said anything for a while.”
“Nothing.” And Dhoni didn’t say that he was listening to the unspoken words of love that filled the room around them. “I lost all knowledge of words with your body on top of mine.”
“I have that affect on a lot of people. Don’t worry,” he laughed.
Dhoni’s eyes danced watching the taller man, and he brought his hand up to the back of Yuvraj’s neck and pulled him down for a kiss.
“You need to be closer,” Dhoni growled, grabbing Yuvraj’s waist. “Much closer.”
“I don’t think we can get any closer.”
“We can.”
Without warning, Yuvraj was pushed into the bath tub. His back colliding with the cold tiles, and the warm, eager hands of the other man pulling his shirt off. Dhoni planted sloppy, open-mouthed kisses over his chest trailing upwards following his motions, and Yuvraj couldn’t hold back a moan.
“Dhoni,” Yuvraj breathed. “What -”
He smiled, liking the reaction he was getting from him, then reached down to unbutton his pants (and subtly rubbed his hand against Yuvraj’s throbbing erection). “Move over,” Dhoni whispered hotly against his ear. (Yuvraj didn’t move, instead smirked at the smaller man.) Dhoni rolled his eyes, and cleverly snaked a hand over Yuvraj’s chest, sliding it to his back, and turning the shower on.
Cold water splashed against their bodies, but all Yuvraj could feel was Dhoni’s mouth pressed on his, and the warm tongue that licked his lips, begging for entrance.
rating: pg-13
author's note: i've decided to not write my essay, and write this instead. mind, this isn't any good or anything. i told you i can't write porn. but at least it will keep stacy at bay for a while. :P i kid. i love you.
take it how you want it
One minute Dhoni was yelling at him to open the door, and in the next it was for a completely different reason.
The moment Yuvraj let go of the doorknob, to finally let Dhoni out of the bathroom, there were fire in both of their eyes. Not of anger or hate, but of passion. They looked at each other in the eye briefly, waiting for someone to make a move. It was Dhoni.
He pulled the taller man into him, walking himself backwards into the wall. He closed his eyes, at the feel of Yuvraj’s body against him - strong and unwavering. Their breaths came out fast in rapid intervals, content with staying the way they were - backed into the corner of the bathroom, bodies flushed together. (And it was always like this. The love and passion escalating to unbelievable heights, before dwindling down. And it were these moments that Dhoni could really feel the intensity of their relationship - in the silence, wrapped in each other’s arms.)
Dhoni opened his eyes, and looked at his hand comfortably on Yuvraj’s chest. He could feel the beats of his heart, and he wondered if his was beating just as fast (just as loud).
A hand cupped Dhoni’s chin, and he couldn’t stop himself from brushing his face against the warmth.
“What is it?” Yuvraj asked, his voice filled with concern. “You haven’t said anything for a while.”
“Nothing.” And Dhoni didn’t say that he was listening to the unspoken words of love that filled the room around them. “I lost all knowledge of words with your body on top of mine.”
“I have that affect on a lot of people. Don’t worry,” he laughed.
Dhoni’s eyes danced watching the taller man, and he brought his hand up to the back of Yuvraj’s neck and pulled him down for a kiss.
“You need to be closer,” Dhoni growled, grabbing Yuvraj’s waist. “Much closer.”
“I don’t think we can get any closer.”
“We can.”
Without warning, Yuvraj was pushed into the bath tub. His back colliding with the cold tiles, and the warm, eager hands of the other man pulling his shirt off. Dhoni planted sloppy, open-mouthed kisses over his chest trailing upwards following his motions, and Yuvraj couldn’t hold back a moan.
“Dhoni,” Yuvraj breathed. “What -”
He smiled, liking the reaction he was getting from him, then reached down to unbutton his pants (and subtly rubbed his hand against Yuvraj’s throbbing erection). “Move over,” Dhoni whispered hotly against his ear. (Yuvraj didn’t move, instead smirked at the smaller man.) Dhoni rolled his eyes, and cleverly snaked a hand over Yuvraj’s chest, sliding it to his back, and turning the shower on.
Cold water splashed against their bodies, but all Yuvraj could feel was Dhoni’s mouth pressed on his, and the warm tongue that licked his lips, begging for entrance.