Gravitation. Eiri x Shuichi. Pleasure.
“Yuki, it’s me. Pick up, pick up, pick up, pick up, pick up, pick up, pick up, pick up, pick up, p-”
“That’s really fucking annoying.”
“Awesome, you’re in a good mood,” Shuichi laughed, a bit nervously, falling silent when he heard the writer sigh.
“What do you want, brat?”
“Um.” Shuichi glanced at the hotel door, making sure it was locked. “I’m… Will you-talk to me?”
“I am talking to you.”
“I know, so will you just-keep-talking to me?” He squeezed his eyes shut and hoped. Pleasepleasepleaseplease…
“About what?” Eiri asked, sounding reluctant and a little annoyed, but thankfully not completely opposed to the request; Shuichi barely resisted a whoop of triumph.
“Anything!” He smiled. “Whatever you want, I don’t care! I just…need to hear your voice.”
“…Fine.” Eiri sighed again and Shuichi’s smile widened into a grin. “So, whatever I want, right?”
“Whatever you want. Anything at all.”
“Well…I was doing some research today and I found out that when the body starts to decompose after death, the lower part of the abdomen turns green due to bacteria breaking down the-”
“Yuki!”
“You said ‘anything’.”
“Anything but that. Can’t you just tell me about your day?” Shuichi knew this was a bad idea. Eiri was never going to cooperate.
“I woke up around six. Because you left your alarm on. I went back to sleep, woke up again around ten.”
Okay, maybe he was.
Shuichi smiled, getting more comfortable and shifting to keep the phone pressed to his ear with his shoulder. His hands trembled a little as he reached down to unbutton and unzip his jeans. He couldn’t believe he was doing this; he almost laughed as he pushed his jeans down to his knees, his underwear following shortly.
He marveled at the odd-perfection of this moment. Eiri was actually talking about his day. To him. He was making an effort to list as many mundane details as possible, but Shuichi didn’t care. All that mattered was that he was listening to Eiri’s voice.
Because he’d missed Eiri’s voice.
Because Eiri’s voice did things to him.
Things that he needed. It’d been a month since…since…
He lifted one hand to bite at the heel of his palm, stifling any incriminating noises he might make. His other hand reached down between his thighs to grasp himself, already hardening.
It’d been a month since he’d heard that voice whisper in his ear, since he’d heard that voice murmur against his neck, since he’d heard that voice tell him to “strip down and shut up.”
Oh God, he loved that voice. That-voice-that voice that…wasn’t saying anything.
“Yuki?” He asked, pulling his hand away from his mouth, his other hand stilling, despite his body’s protests.
“…I’m here,” he said after a moment. “Got distracted. Where was I?”
“You-” Shuichi struggled to remember, to ignore his body’s urgent demands; it wasn’t like he’d been paying attention. “You were making a salad.”
“Right. I made a salad. And I ate it.”
Relaxing, Shuichi returned to the matter at hand. Or, well, in hand. He closed his eyes, focusing on nothing but Eiri’s voice and the shivers, the arousal, the desire, the pleasure his voice alone could produce. And as the pleasure built and built, the pace of his pumping hand quickened and quickened, and he opened his mouth in a silent scream as his body jerked and shook and he spurted and spilled over his fingers.
He lay there with his chest heaving and his heartbeat returning to normal, and it took him a moment to realize Eiri had asked him a question.
“I’m sorry-what?”
“I asked if you were done.”
“Done?” He sat up, his pulse picking up again. “D-Done with that?”
“I know what you were doing,” Eiri said, sounding vaguely amused. “I’m not an idiot. You little perv.”
Shuichi snapped his cell phone closed and flipped over, burying his burning face in his pillow.
He knew it’d been a bad idea.
“That’s really fucking annoying.”
“Awesome, you’re in a good mood,” Shuichi laughed, a bit nervously, falling silent when he heard the writer sigh.
“What do you want, brat?”
“Um.” Shuichi glanced at the hotel door, making sure it was locked. “I’m… Will you-talk to me?”
“I am talking to you.”
“I know, so will you just-keep-talking to me?” He squeezed his eyes shut and hoped. Pleasepleasepleaseplease…
“About what?” Eiri asked, sounding reluctant and a little annoyed, but thankfully not completely opposed to the request; Shuichi barely resisted a whoop of triumph.
“Anything!” He smiled. “Whatever you want, I don’t care! I just…need to hear your voice.”
“…Fine.” Eiri sighed again and Shuichi’s smile widened into a grin. “So, whatever I want, right?”
“Whatever you want. Anything at all.”
“Well…I was doing some research today and I found out that when the body starts to decompose after death, the lower part of the abdomen turns green due to bacteria breaking down the-”
“Yuki!”
“You said ‘anything’.”
“Anything but that. Can’t you just tell me about your day?” Shuichi knew this was a bad idea. Eiri was never going to cooperate.
“I woke up around six. Because you left your alarm on. I went back to sleep, woke up again around ten.”
Okay, maybe he was.
Shuichi smiled, getting more comfortable and shifting to keep the phone pressed to his ear with his shoulder. His hands trembled a little as he reached down to unbutton and unzip his jeans. He couldn’t believe he was doing this; he almost laughed as he pushed his jeans down to his knees, his underwear following shortly.
He marveled at the odd-perfection of this moment. Eiri was actually talking about his day. To him. He was making an effort to list as many mundane details as possible, but Shuichi didn’t care. All that mattered was that he was listening to Eiri’s voice.
Because he’d missed Eiri’s voice.
Because Eiri’s voice did things to him.
Things that he needed. It’d been a month since…since…
He lifted one hand to bite at the heel of his palm, stifling any incriminating noises he might make. His other hand reached down between his thighs to grasp himself, already hardening.
It’d been a month since he’d heard that voice whisper in his ear, since he’d heard that voice murmur against his neck, since he’d heard that voice tell him to “strip down and shut up.”
Oh God, he loved that voice. That-voice-that voice that…wasn’t saying anything.
“Yuki?” He asked, pulling his hand away from his mouth, his other hand stilling, despite his body’s protests.
“…I’m here,” he said after a moment. “Got distracted. Where was I?”
“You-” Shuichi struggled to remember, to ignore his body’s urgent demands; it wasn’t like he’d been paying attention. “You were making a salad.”
“Right. I made a salad. And I ate it.”
Relaxing, Shuichi returned to the matter at hand. Or, well, in hand. He closed his eyes, focusing on nothing but Eiri’s voice and the shivers, the arousal, the desire, the pleasure his voice alone could produce. And as the pleasure built and built, the pace of his pumping hand quickened and quickened, and he opened his mouth in a silent scream as his body jerked and shook and he spurted and spilled over his fingers.
He lay there with his chest heaving and his heartbeat returning to normal, and it took him a moment to realize Eiri had asked him a question.
“I’m sorry-what?”
“I asked if you were done.”
“Done?” He sat up, his pulse picking up again. “D-Done with that?”
“I know what you were doing,” Eiri said, sounding vaguely amused. “I’m not an idiot. You little perv.”
Shuichi snapped his cell phone closed and flipped over, burying his burning face in his pillow.
He knew it’d been a bad idea.