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Title: Sweet Equity

Part: 1/1

Author: ibshafer

Rating: NC-17, yaoi

Character/Pairing: EiriXShuuichi

Disclaimer: I don't own these people, they own themselves and are just nice enough to let me
spin them around the page now and then; oh, who’m I kidding? Eiri ain’t “nice enough…” If he
had any idea what I was writing, he’d…

Summary: The ‘morning after’ finds Yuki, unintentionally, on clean-up duty…

Warnings: blissfully graphic sex

Genre: Gravitation; PWP

Feedback: yes, please!

Sweet Equity

~ibshafer

Oh, for cryin’ out loud…

Toweling himself dry, he’d come out of the bathroom to find the little idiot, having squirmed
clear of the covers, now lying flat on his back, legs spread wide open to the room, still naked, of
course, and blissfully fast asleep.

Little monkey, he thought, sighing with typical disgust, but then his belly clenched with
remembered release, images of the ‘little monkey,’ and his pliant, prehensile little body, taking
everything he had to give, whining and complaining, but screaming and cumming, all the same.

For hours…

Their last had been so completely and utterly draining, he’d been drugged enough by it to fall
asleep before getting up to take his customary post-coital shower, which is why he’d awoken
before dawn (only hours after he’d dozed off, incidentally), covered in his own mess…

Now clean, renewed and somewhat less stiff, he looked down at the kid spread out across the
bed, seeing further evidence of last night’s activities painted across slim hips, taut belly and even,
at an impressive distance, behind a soft little monkey ear.

Hmmm, that would be O#3…

It had lacked the volume of the brat’s 4^th, or the accompanying screaming sobs of #5, but
certainly took the prize for sheer distance.

Sheesh…

He knew the kid was content as he was, would be pleased in fact, to wake up and carry around
with him evidence of Yuki’s “love,” as he so charmingly called it, for the rest of the day, but Eiri,
for his part, liked the slate somewhat cleaner…

Truth was, the little idiot didn’t have a single shred of shame in him and while in the past, Yuki
couldn’t have cared less what sort of embarrassment the kid brought on himself, of late, he was
annoyed to find himself feeling a little protective…

Especially in light of the boy’s willingness in the bedroom (shower, living room, kitchen), his
adventurous pliability, the sheer glee with which he approached, and accepted, each and every
one of Yuki’s burgeoning whims. (And the more Yuki tried out, the more he wanted to try out…)

The towel in his hands was just damp enough.

He felt the sneer that had frozen his features when he’d looked down and seen the boy exposed in
his bed, begin to melt, and he knelt beside the bed.

Little idiot…

Starting at his neck, gently so he wouldn’t wake him (the last thing he needed was to hear that
spazzy voice exclaiming, ‘My Yuki loves me so much he cleans me up!!’), he wiped at the dried
splatter behind the brat’s ear, worked his way across the smooth neck, down to his slim shoulders
(it’s everywhere…), spent more than a moment at the heavy collection of it he found in the rift
between sides of the boy’s well-defined chest, another moment smoothing away the flood of their
combined semen from the young man’s flat abdomen, until, while shifting the towel around to
locate a clean patch, he found himself face to …er, face with the boy’s soiled, and (damn!)
reviving arousal.

In a panic, he shot a glance to the little brat’s face, but the kid’s eyes were still closed, his open
mouth still sucking in even breaths (and drooling slightly); unlike like this one part of him, he
was still out cold.

He considered throwing in the towel, no pun intended. He could bring his laptop into the
bedroom to write so he’d be there when the damn brat woke up and insist he take a shower
before flying out the door for the studio, but Yuki, who would have never admitted it to anyone,
had a deeply-buried anal streak; he couldn’t leave off on a task he’d already begun and there was
nothing he hated more than a mess.

Shit, I’m almost done anyway…

With extra care now, and only the softest crease of the towel, he drew the nubby fabric down the
smooth skin below the boy’s navel, working at the splatters he found there, then lightly brushing
downward, beside and over the kid’s inordinately fat sac, the towel pulling and bunching the
loose skin there until each was pink and clean.

Unconsciously, he’d leaned in more closely, ostensibly to limit his movement and avoid waking
the kid up, but now he found himself, face mere inches from the area he was working on, close
enough to smell him, close enough to…

Without thinking, he slipped the tip of his tongue, which had been poking at the corner of his
mouth in concentration, over the tip of the boy’s penis.

Hmmm… he thought, while the alarm bells went off, unheeded, in his head. Bitter, but normal…

Dropping the towel to the floor, he grasped the head gently between thumb and forefinger, drew
it away from the boy’s abdomen and swiped his tongue along the newly exposed side.

The towel was dirty, anyway. Whatever gets the job done…

Working around towards the front, the flat of his tongue moved from base to tip, catching for a
moment where the foreskin attached, just beneath the flare of the head.

So focused was he on this task, he was momentarily unaware of his own arousal, now stirring
lazily against the side of the mattress.

Yuki’s accustomed role was more do-ee, than do-er, but he was not above using a little …oral
persuasion to get his partner in the mood.

From time to time, though, for no reason at all, he found his mouth watering for it…

Tip tracing under the flared edge, chasing after the remnants of their sex, he teased back the
foreskin and with an unconscious groan he would have stifled had he heard it, he slipped his
tongue between shaft and cowl, surprised to find a small supply there, sheltered from the open
air, slippery and warm.

If he’d been thinking clearly, perhaps if he’d had enough sleep, he would have woken the little
moron up right then and there, dragged him off to the shower, and been done with it.

‘Since when do I service you?’ he would have snorted derisively.

But he was not thinking clearly and had not gotten enough sleep and before he could stop
himself, he’d scooped up what he’d found with the tip of his tongue, drawn it back into his
mouth, then slipped the boy’s thickening cock between his lips, insanely pleased with how well it
seemed to fit inside, cradled there by his tongue.

Taking a deep breath, he gave the boy a long, satisfying suck, pleased when he felt the young
man’s hips start to shift beneath his palms, cock growing harder and hotter as he worked it.

He was even more pleased that he could detect no change in the boy’s breathing. He snuck a
glance towards the head of the bed; the sleeping face only registered loopy, but oblivious
pleasure. There was no sign of awareness there.

While not an unheard of occurrence, it was still not his usual tack to give a blow job for a blow
job’s sake, but Yuki suddenly found himself aroused beyond reckoning and more than a little
eager. And what better time for it – while the little brat was out cold? Awake, he’d be forced to
hear idiot endearments and encouragement and, no doubt, be asked to repeat the performance the
next night.

He sighed, drawing off a little, then slid his lips back down, not really bobbing in earnest yet.

The little idiot really was the perfect size for this and filled his mouth in a very appealing way.
Too small and it would have hardly seemed worth it. Too large and he’d have gagged, feeling
invaded.

Yuki had marveled at how easily the little brat was able to take him now, how he seemed to shift
his neck to the side, take a deep breath, and then open his throat, taking him all in without a
hitch. Of course, Yuki had had a hand in that, insistently pressing harder each time the boy had
him in his mouth, but though he whimpered, eventually he’d take Yuki deeper into his throat,
moaning his own pleasure, clearly happy to do this for him.

Thumbs idly stroking the soft skin of the boy’s groin, he closed his eyes and drew that fat little
cock more deeply into his mouth.

The young man let out a faint, pleasured sigh that Yuki felt as well as heard, but otherwise, did
not stir.

Pulling off, he rolled his tongue over the velvet head, probing the slit and collecting the precum
beading there, then massaging the underside, he kissed around the shaft and head, slipping it
once more between his lips. Sucking halfway down he gently began to kneed the boy’s balls,
moaning in pleasure at the increased flow his efforts produced.

Still happily asleep, snoring slightly even, the young man had actually began to thrust in earnest
now, albeit slowly.

Bobbing his head in time with those shifting hips, pulling gently at his sac with one hand,
running the fingers of his other hand against the smooth skin beneath, surprised at how much he
was enjoying himself, Yuki began to pick up the pace.

Suddenly, above the soft snores, half-moans and his own heavy breathing, he heard the boy gasp
loudly.

“Yukiiii,” he panted, but when Yuki looked up, while the boy now had a loopy smile plastered
on his round little face, he was still, clearly, fast asleep.

Better step this up, before the brat comes out of it…

Arching into his mouth, his hips working steadily against Yuki’s hands now, he felt the boy
spread his legs farther apart, then cant his pelvis upward, practically begging him…

Oh, you hot little…

Pulling off his cock for a moment, he slipped a finger between his lips, laving it fully, then
caught the pearlie bead that had formed at the boy’s moist slit and spread it between his
fingertips.

Drawing him back into his mouth, he trailed a dry finger back behind the boy’s balls, delved into
the cleft of his ass, teased the opening, then, circling it with a slick finger, pushed inside.

This was met with a whimpered moan from above as the boy’s hungry body drew him in further.
The tight, hot space had him moaning reflexively himself, and before he knew it, he was moving
his fingers, (two now!) in and out with ease, the boy’s throbbing arousal buried deep in his throat.
He was also, though he wasn’t even aware of it, thrusting himself against the slippery fabric of
his satin comforter. (Which would now have to go to the drycleaner, but he wouldn’t realize that
until later…)

As a lover, Yuki Eiri had always been the one in control and when this damn brat, then pink-haired, now black-haired, had forced his way into Yuki’s life, there’d never been any question in
his mind who was calling the shots and who had the power. After all, he had size and experience
on his side and though the boy had complained and nearly died of embarrassment, the little brat
had quickly succumbed to his prowess and his direction.

He, Yuki Eiri, called the shots.

He, Yuki Eiri, controlled the pleasure.

But now, feeling the boy writhing beneath him, cock dancing, nay throbbing in his throat,
channel twitching and sucking him in deeper, hearing the moans his mouth and fingers were
eliciting from the, thankfully, still sleeping boy, he knew a new sense of power and control and it
was a stunning revelation that as the nightly recipient of these same ministrations, he now came
to know who it was that had been in power all along…

Finding the power addicting, he also vowed silently to make this a regular activity; thankfully,
the boy was a heavy sleeper…

Pulling off to lick the boy’s shaft again, relishing the pulsing of that thick vein on the underside,
he drew one fat ball, tight in its sac, into his mouth and rolled it with his tongue, slipping a third
finger into that hungry bottom.

He had just taken the boy’s sweet cock back into his mouth when he felt his entrance suddenly
tighten reflexively around his fingers and with a rush of air from the boy’s lungs, his mouth was
suddenly filling with warmth and wetness.

Momentarily confused at the volume, unaccustomed to being on this end of the act, he eventually
swallowed, holding on through those last, final thrusts, now cupping spent balls with one hand,
grasping the still hard shaft with the other.

The boy relaxed back into the mattress, a sheen of sweat coating his body, chest heaving as he
came down from his climax and his face, after all of that, still serenely unconscious, though now
there was the hint of a smile on his little bowed lips.

With the flat of his tongue, Yuki licked the boy clean and kissed the bulbous head, teasing the
last drops from the slit.

“Oh, Yuki…” the boy sighed and Yuki froze in place, then looked up to reassure himself that the
boy’s beautific smile was still an unconscious one.

Up on his knees, breathing heavily, too, he inspected the boy’s body and satisfied himself that he
was leaving it in a somewhat cleaner state than he’d found it. Gathering the ends of the gray satin
sheet in his hands, he drew it and the fat down comforter, up over the boy, tucking it beneath his
pointed little chin.

“Aaah, Yuki,” the boy sighed, then began snoring softly.

Shaking his head, he brushed newly-black hairs from the boy’s damp forehead and bent to place
a tender, almost chaste kiss there, unsure where this sudden sentimentality was coming from.

“Ah, Shuuichi,” he whispered, closing his eyes and bending to kiss him again, this time on the
lips.

Then it was back to the bathroom.

He needed another shower...

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