Gravity Falls: Reaching the Stars

Title: Gravity Falls: Reaching the Stars (chapter 2)
Author: JadeHeart
Archived: Found on gurabiteshiyon.net & CLAMPesque Board. If anyone else would like it, please ask me first!
Fandom: Gravitation (anime only)
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: reference to gang rape, graphic sex, bad language
Timeline: After the ‘supposed’ beating Shuichi receives from Taki Aizawa.
Pairing: Shuichi/Yuki
Feedback: Yes, please – if you like.

Summary: Yuki finally realises that the ‘beating’ that Shuichi suffered at the hands of Taki was much more. Now he has to try and make Shuichi forget, and rekindle their relationship.

Author’s Notes: This follows on from my story Gravity Falls: Crashing to Earth, but it is not an exact continuation. The anime only hints that Shuichi was raped. Please take heed of the warnings as I don’t wish to offend.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters, they belong to the creators of ‘Gravitation’, nor am I making any profits from this.

He entered his room and switched on the small table lamp in the corner. It cast a soft subdued light, only reaching about four feet, leaving the rest of the room in warm shadows. He pushed the quilt back and sat down, draping it back over his legs and feet. He didn’t remove any of his clothes. That would complete freak Shuichi out at the moment.

He could hear no movement from the other room. He picked up a book and placed his glasses on, beginning to read. He wasn’t really paying attention to the words before him, all his senses were strained towards what might be happening in the lounge. Had he pushed too hard? Should he just have left it there and not tried to do anything else? Shuichi had almost looked happy again. Had he ruined that, destroyed even those first tentative signs? His mind raced with worry.

“You’ll go blind if you keep reading in the dark, you know.” a quiet voice said from the doorway, surprising him.

Yuki looked up. Shuichi stood there, blanket thrown over his shoulder, pillow hugged in front of him. Yuki could see that the boy’s grip on the pillow was nothing short of a strangle hold.

“Humph.” he said, glancing back down at the book.

He could hear Shuichi pad into the room, coming towards the bed. The side opposite him dipped a little as the boy crawled on to it.

“No wonder you have to wear glasses so much.”

Yuki looked up again. Shuichi was sitting at the foot of the bed, huddled together with his blanket and pillow.

“Well, if you’re going to sit that far away I’m going to have to get other glasses just so I can see you.”

Shuichi flushed a little. “Ah, okay.”

He crawled up the bed, dragging his bedding with him. He settled his pillow against the wall and leant back, wrapping the blanket around him. Yuki felt the bed shake as the boy shivered. Shivered, not from the cold, but from what Yuki knew was fear.

“You idiot,” he said, raising and reaching out an arm. “Get here, and hurry up and get warm. You’re making the bed shake so much I can’t read.”

Yuki didn’t look up from his book and did nothing more than keep his arm raised. He was soon rewarded with the feel of a small warm body easing into the curl of his arm. Again he just let it drape loosely around the form, pretending to concentrate on the reading.

They remained like that for a time, in a comfortable silence. Then Shuichi stirred a little. Yuki heard him sigh softly, but continued to read. There was another sigh, louder this time. Yuki ignored it. The third time the sigh was loudly audible, and greatly exaggerated.

“What, brat?” he snapped, knowing Shuichi would expect nothing less.

He felt an insistent tugging at the side of his shirt and glanced down. Shuichi was doing his most adorable, cute impression, looking up at Yuki, one hand clenched in the fabric of his shirt. “Ah, Yuki. I’m bored.”

“Then be bored elsewhere.” he said, turning back to his book

“But, Yuki!” Shuichi wailed imploringly.

“What?”

“I want to do something.”

“Like what?”

“You said we’d cuddle! You promised!”

“I promised nothing.”

“Yes, you did. When you say something like that, it’s just the same as you promising.’

“How did you come up with that crazy logic?!”

“But it’s true!” Shuichi was now tugging on the book.

“Oh, alright then!” Yuki said, with false exasperation. He reached out and put the book back on the bedside table.

As he turned his head back, he saw Shuichi kneeling next to him, and two hands reached out to gently remove his glasses also. As the boy leant across him to place them also on the table, Yuki could feel the pressure of that body against his. He kept his arms rigidly at his side to prevent himself from reaching out and enveloping that small form. Not yet.

He waited as Shuichi settled back down next to him, plumping his pillow up and wrapping his blanket across his legs. He hadn’t slid under the covers to join Yuki, but he wasn’t going to push that issue. Once he was settled, Yuki let the silence stretch. Finally he broke it.

“Okay, I’m not reading, so now what?”

“We’re cuddling!”

“Say that word again and I’ll kick your butt on the floor.”

“You’re the one who used it first!” Shuichi said forcefully. “I never thought I would ever hear a word like that coming from Eiri Yuki’s mouth!”

“I had a lapse of sanity. It happens to everyone once.”

“Are you saying you don’t want to cuddle with me?” Shuichi asked, looking up at Yuki imploringly, falsely batting his long lashes.

“Brat, you are living dangerously.”

“Okay, okay,” Shuichi said, laying back with a sigh. “How you can be a world famous romance writer is beyond me. You don’t know anything about romance! You don’t even like the word ‘cuddle’!”

“Don’t have to.”

“Yeah, but so many people read your books and like them. They seem to think you know all about love and romance.”

“That’s how I make my living.”

There was silence for a bit longer, then Yuki heard Shuichi’s quiet voice.

“I read one.”

He looked down at the top of the boy’s head, resting on his chest.

“I read one of your books.”

Yuki was surprised. He didn’t even know Shuichi could read, which is a little harsh, but unless it had something to do with his music Yuki had never seen Shuichi pick up a book. He didn’t count comics as books.

“Which one?’ he asked curiously.

“Your last one. One of the techs at the studio had it, so I borrowed it from her.”

“So, what did you think?” Yuki was a little curious. There was a pause.

“Zero.” The small head lifted and Shuichi gazed up at him with eyes that had a twinkle of merriment. “You’ve got zero talent.”

Yuki raised his hand and konked the head, not hard but still forcefully. He knew what Shuichi was doing. The boy laughed and smiled up at him.

“Nah, don’t worry, Yuki. Your legions of fans can’t be wrong, can they?” Shuichi turned away again. “But..”

Yuki frowned. Was the kid trying to criticise his writing? “But?” he said dangerously. He felt Shuichi pull away a little.

Calm, Yuki thought, don’t show him any extreme emotions, especially those that he might take as a threat. Yuki trailed his hand softly down Shuichi’s arm, trying to take the sting out of his words. It seemed to work.

Shuichi looked up at him, eyes serious. “There was no heart in it!”

Yuki was taken aback. What was the kid talking about?

“What do you mean?” His confusion must have shown because Shuichi half sat up to look him fully in the face, hands clenched in fists. He was really getting worked up about something.

“It doesn’t reach out!” Shuichi said passionately. “It doesn’t touch me, and talk to me!”

“It’s just a story.” Yuki said flatly.

“But it could be so much more! It should say something! There’s no….sparkle!”

Yuki really had no idea what the kid was saying. He looked down into those large eyes. There was passion there, fire. The kid always got so worked up about things. He really couldn’t help it at all.

He thought about what Shuichi was saying. Yuki knew that when the boy sang, he gave everything of himself to that performance. He couldn’t help it. Those songs were everything to him, and he poured his soul into every one. He would always want everything in this world to be the same. Even Yuki’s books.

But Yuki wasn’t Shuichi, and he didn’t write like that. And his readers didn’t seem to mind, not if the sales were anything to go by. His mind drifted to the book he was in the middle of writing at the moment. Yuki wondered that if Shuichi read it, when it was finished, if he would recognise aspects of the main character. Yuki had found himself basing it more and more on his young lover. It had been a step away from his usual style, and surprisingly his editor had called him after the first draft to gush enthusiastically about this change and how it was going to explode off the charts when released and take the name of Eiri Yuki to new heights. Yuki really didn’t care about that.

Maybe that’s what Shuichi meant about ‘sparkle’. Having something there that you truly care about, and infuse it into your work. He had felt good when writing this next book, especially whenever he was writing specifically for the main character. It hadn’t seemed like such a drag. Was that how Shuichi felt with his singing all the time? Perhaps that was the secret to Shuichi’s talent? The way he cared so deeply about so many things. How he wanted to make others feel those same things just as intensely as he did. To touch others in a way they would always remember.

He took in the face before him. It was a beautiful face, no two ways about it. Shuichi wore his heart on his sleeve. Every emotion the boy felt, he showed, he just couldn’t help it. Except…now there was a shadow deep in those eyes. A darkness that Yuki could see now he was looking, truly looking, at Shuichi. He would give anything to be able to erase that shadow, and have Shuichi back to himself. The boy had become too good at hiding his feelings, at pretending. Yuki’s guts churned. The boy was becoming too much like himself.

“I’m sorry, Yuki.” Shuichi said sitting back, letting his hands fall to his knees. “I shouldn’t have said anything. I have no right to say anything about your books. What do I know about writing? I’m just a dumb kid.”

Yuki reached out and cupped the chin, careful to keep his grip light, and lifted the face, seeing the sadness in the eyes. “Asked your opinion, didn’t I?” he said gruffly.

“Sort of, but…”

“If I ask, I expect you to tell me honestly. I don’t need to hear any crap from you. I get enough brown nosing from the publishers and my editor.”

“Oh,” Shuichi said, “You’re sure? You’re not mad?”

Yuki leant forward and brushed his lips over Shuichi’s cheek. “No.” he leant back again. “Just don’t make a habit of it.”

“Oh, sure!” and a bright smile lit the boy’s face, like the sun coming out from behind a cloud. Yuki gently tugged at Shuichi’s shirt, and the boy leant forward and resettled himself back into his embrace.

Yuki could feel the boy’s body completely relaxed against his. He watched as Shuichi slowly slid an arm across his stomach to circle his waist, turning his head more fully to rest it on Yuki’s chest.

Yuki dropped his arm a bit further and wrapped it around the boy more fully, pressing him lightly against him, bringing his other hand up to rest on Shuichi’s embracing arm. He left it like that, not changing position, letting Shuichi become comfortable with the closer embrace. This was more than the boy had allowed Yuki to do for weeks. Don’t rush things, Yuki told himself. Take it slowly.

“Yuki?” he heard the quiet question.

“Hmmm.”

“Is it…..okay?”

“What?”

“With….me.”

“Huh?” Yuki was feeling confused. The kid wasn’t making a lot of sense at the moment.

“Is it…are you…okay with being…with me?”

“What do you think, brat?”

“I…don’t ..know.” the answer was so soft Yuki almost hadn’t heard it. But he did hear it, and the hesitant voice filled with doubt, made his chest tighten.

“Aren’t you here?” he answered.

“Yes.” There was a pause. “But do you really….want….me here?”

Yuki could feel the shaking begin in the body wrapped in his arms. “If I didn’t, I wouldn’t have bothered.” he said firmly.

“Truly?”

“Why else?”

“Even though…I’m a guy?”

Now Yuki could hear the self hatred, the loathing for what he was. Damn that Aizawa to the Seven Hells! He wanted to rip that man into pieces, pull out his still beating heart in front of his eyes, spray his blood across the room…..

His arms tightened unconsciously at these violent thoughts, and he immediately felt Shuichi tense and the muscles jerk in readiness for flight. He forced himself to calm, loosening his grip, so it was no longer frightening, but not enough that the boy could flee him.

”I don’t care about that.” he said, keeping his voice calm and practical. “Besides, you’re a very pretty boy. And cute as well.”

Shuichi didn’t seem to take much heart from that, and Yuki struggled with what else to say.

“Hey,” he said, running his hand up to capture the chin and lift the face. He was shocked to see tears there. Shuichi had been silently crying, tears still clinging to his lashes, the streaks visible on the cheeks. He saw the boy screw up his eyes, as though by doing so it would hide the tears from Yuki. He stroked a thumb across the wet cheek, wiping away a tear.

“What’s this for?” he said quietly. “Don’t take things so much to heart.” he said, continuing to stroke the soft cheek. “So what if you’re a guy? So am I. Does that bother you?”

Shuichi opened his eyes quickly and shook his head vehemently. “No! Never! I love you the way you are!”

“Then why can’t you accept that you’re okay the way you are?” Yuki saw fresh tears begin to well in the eyes.

“Because people seem to think it is wrong. That I’m not supposed to be allowed to be happy. I just want to be happy! With you!”

Yuki clasped the weeping boy to his chest, wrapping his arms fully around the small body and half lifting it, so Shuichi was practically sitting in his lap. He dropped his head to rest on the soft hair below him.

“Are you happy with me?” Yuki asked him quietly, hands rubbing soothing patterns over the boy’s back.

“Yes,” was the muffled answer.

“Then what does it matter about any one else?”

“But you…I don’t make you happy!” the wail arose from the buried face.

Yuki froze. Is that really what Shuichi thought? Had he created so many doubts in the boy that he didn’t realise that the simple fact that Yuki had allowed him to remain here for so long was a definitive sign of just how happy Yuki was. Well, as close to being happy that Yuki was capable of feeling at present. But every day it seemed that something more had thawed in his soul. And that was because of this boy’s presence alone.

“Shuichi,” he murmured awkwardly. “You do make me happy.” but then he was forced to be completely honest. “Sometimes. Other times you drive me crazy. Apart from the times you make me want to strangle you, or perhaps drown you. Then there are the times…”

“Okay, I get the message! I’m a pain, an annoying brat, a nuisance, a convenience at this point in your life! I’m not even certain what you think you’re getting out of this! We don’t even have …..” the voice drifted away, swallowing the word before continuing. “..anymore.”

“Will you just shut up, you idiot!” Yuki put in. “Yes, you’re a pain, and a brat, and a nuisance! But you’re my pain, brat and nuisance! Until I say otherwise, remember that! And as for what I get out of it. Well, is it supposed to be about ‘getting something’ out of it? I thought all this romance relationship stuff you talk about is about just being with the person. Or have you changed you mind on that?”

‘No!” Shuichi sat up, reaching out his hands and framing Yuki’s face, looking into his eyes, his nose only a few inches away. “No, it’s about being with the person you love! Not for any other reason except that they are the person they are. I’m with you because I love you, Yuki! Because you /are/ Yuki!”

“Then accept that I’m with you because of exactly who Shuichi is. Nothing more.”

“Really?”

“What other reason would I have to put up with all the bullshit you put me through?”

A small sad smile tugged at the corner of Shuichi’s mouth, a little quirk. “I guess there is that. But..”

“Now what?!” Yuki said with some exasperation. He was getting exhausted himself from this emotional roller-coaster he was sharing with Shuichi at the moment.

“But we don’t... I mean I haven’t…I couldn’t….” the boy was stammering so much he couldn’t seem to put together a coherent sentence, but Yuki guessed what he meant and decided to put him out of his misery.

“You mean sex?” he was half amused to see Shuichi blush. After all they had done together, the boy could still blush. Even after all that had been done to him by those others. Perhaps that was a good sign.

“Uh, huh.” was Shuichi’s hesitant response, fingers playing with a fold of Yuki’s shirt.

“I guess it has been a while.” Yuki continued, trying to sound very laid back. “Wondered if you had gone off me or something.”

“What?!” Shuichi looked up in surprised shock. “How could you ever think such a thing, Yuki?! Of course, I haven’t gone off you! Who could?!”

Yuki shrugged, “Well, you just didn’t seem too interested. Guess you’ve just been tired with all the work you’ve been doing.”

Shuichi dropped his eyes again. “Oh. Yes….my work.”

“Anyway,” Yuki continued. “Everything’s not about sex. After all, you kept turning up here and bugging me before we had sex. And you’ve still been around even now when we haven’t been having sex.”

“I guess so.”

Yuki shifted the body a little in his arms, dropping an arm to loop under the boy’s knees and sliding him higher so he was fully sitting in his lap. He didn’t feel Shuichi tense from this contact and so left his arms where they were.

“Look, the sex is good, sure. You’re cute, hot, and you turn me on. But you’ve still got your life and things to do, and I’ve got mine, so there will always be other things that will take up our time. We can’t have sex all the time. It would get pretty boring.”

“So….you…liked it?”

“What?”

“The…sex.”

“Are you thick or something?! If you couldn’t figure out /that/, then you’re stupider than I thought!”

“Hey!” Shuichi looked up at him fiercely. “You know what I mean! I know you got off on it, sure that’s pretty clear! But did you /like/ it? Was it because you were with me, or was it just a way for you to get some release without having to jerk off on your own!”

“Hey, watch your mouth, kid!”

“Well?!” Shuichi almost shouted at him.

“How could I not enjoy it a hell of a lot more being with a hot, young lover, even if he is an annoying brat!”

‘Then…then you do like it with me?” Shuichi asked in a pleading voice, seeking reassurance.

Yuki slid a hand around the boy’s neck, fingers tangling in the unruly hair. He brought their foreheads together and dropped his voice.

“Of course, I like it with you. Brat.”

He saw Shuichi’s lip quiver with emotion, tears of relief slide from his eyes.

“Thank you.” he whispered, “I love you.” and leant forward to press his lips against Yuki’s.

Yuki let him, felt arms wrap around his neck, pulling him closer into the kiss. He responded gently to Shuichi’s demands, felt the boy’s tongue flicking across his closed lips and then suddenly pushing between to delve into his mouth, deepening the kiss further. He felt the small body shift, leaning further forward, the pressure creating a delightful sensation in his groin. He couldn’t help the soft moan that escaped him, only to be swallowed up by Shuichi’s mouth.

He let his hands begin to roam over Shuichi’s body, touching arms, legs, back, stroking, caressing, rubbing.

The boy finally broke the contact, but immediately placed a kiss along Yuki’s jaw. He kept his eyes closed, savouring the contact as kiss after kiss peppered his flesh. His head was pulled down lower as Shuichi’s mouth continued along its path to its goal.

It finally reached its destination, Yuki’s ear. He couldn’t prevent the deeper moan that escaped him as that warm mouth enclosed over his sensitive ear. The wet tongue ran around the rim, flicked inside, before the lips closed again to suckle on the lobe. Yuki let out another groan as shivers shot up and down his spine.

As the boy continued to suck, lick and nibble on Yuki’s weak spot, his body began to quiver with the fires shooting through him. He couldn’t stop his hands from clenching, kneading the back of Shuichi. His breath came in short pants, his heart beat racing.

Calm, he thought desperately. Must remain clam!

But this was too difficult for him to do as his senses were assaulted again and again by his young lover. Suddenly Shuichi stopped his attack on Yuki’s ear. Yuki almost breathed a sigh of relief, even though a part of him regretted the loss. But Shuichi’s mobile lips trailed back along his jawline, lipping the soft underside of his chin. He felt the warm, wet tongue run down his neck, over his adam’s apple, then back up, warm lips nuzzling into the soft flesh.

Shuichi continued to let his mouth and lips graze lightly over every part of Yuki’s neck and face, each soft touch igniting deeper fires in Yuki’s belly. His grip on the boy’s body was still firm, clasping the small form close to him. But he held back from doing anything more. It was hard, so hard to not do more. But he let Shuichi set the pace, let him choose the way.

Shuichi returned his mouth to Yuki’s, lips pressing against his. He felt his head being pushed backwards and realised the boy had moved, shifting his weight. When he settled back again, Shuichi was straddling him, knees pressing against the outside of his thighs. The tighter contact with his groin made fires pulse through him. Carefully, he pulled Shuichi in closer, not certain if he should do so or not, but his body was craving the closer contact. Shuichi let him, snuggling closer, deepening the kiss.

Yuki wound his tongue around Shuichi’s demanding tongue, feeling the boy tangle his hands in his hair. The hands then slipped to frame his face, thumbs tracing cheek bones and the fingertips trailing down his neck. Yuki felt a tugging at his shirt front as Shuichi began to unbutton it.

Yuki made no movement. He could hardly believe that the boy was going this far. It was extremely daring, a huge step, and he didn’t want to do anything that could possibly mess it up. So he held himself completely still, just letting his mouth continue to respond to Shuichi.

He felt soft touches trail over his chest as his shirt was pushed apart. Light, feathery touches that sent his nerves tingling. The touches trailed down his sternum, over his ribs, across the dip of his stomach, back upwards, in a sweeping arc. They skirted his nipples, almost touching, but not quite. The hands continued to roam, each time refusing to pleasure him any further.

He couldn’t bear the anticipation building within him. It was driving him mad. So when the hands finally brushed lightly over his aching nipples, he couldn’t stop the moan from escaping him. His nipples hardened almost immediately upon the contact. He felt the small, flexible fingers rub again, roll the hard nubs, stroke and caress, soft tugs bringing them to a firmer hardness.

Yuki leant into the kiss further, revelling in the touch, pulling Shuichi in harder so their groins were pressed against each other. Yuki could feel his erection growing, hardening, pressing into his stomach. He could feel the familiar ache begin.

Shuichi left his assault on Yuki’s mouth and trailed his tongue downwards, down neck, sternum, and slipped outwards to Yuki’s nipples. As the warm, wet mouth closed over one, Yuki gasped and pushed his head back further, eyes closed, savouring that warm touch. He was breathing faster. He wanted so much more. But it was still a delicate time. He had to be careful.

“Shu…i..chi,” he managed to get out, bringing a hand up to rest in the soft hair. The lips halted for a moment before returning to their task.

“Hmm?” the vibration around the nipple caught in that mouth nearly made Yuki cry out in ecstasy. He tried to gather his thoughts again.

“Can I…” he tried again. “I want to do this…. to you.”

He didn’t know if Shuichi would let him. It was a big step. He felt the hesitation in the body. The uncertainty that was there.

“You just want to..?”

“I want to kiss your nipples, feel your skin against mine. To touch you.” Yuki reassured him carefully. Yuki carefully moved a hand to rest over Shuichi’s chest, fingers gathering up a fold of clothing and gently tugged. “Can I?”

Silence greeted his question, then Shuichi spoke.

“Okay. Hold on.” Shuichi shifted a little and unzipped the collar of his sweater and then clasped the bottom, and after a brief hesitation, pulled it up and over his head. His tank top followed, and then he was sitting there, straddling Yuki, chest completely bare.

Yuki saw him clasp his arms around himself, saw him shake with fear, saw it in his eyes. Yuki slowly stretched out a hand and rested it lightly on Shuichi’s naked chest. The boy flinched at the touch, so close to running away that Yuki’s heart ached for him. He let his hand rest there, and looked into Shuichi’s face.

“You’re beautiful,” he whispered.

The boy’s eyes widened in surprise at this declaration, surprise replacing the fear. Yuki slowly, gently began to move his long fingers, stroking the soft skin under his hand.

Yuki leant slowly forward so his head was level with Shuichi’s chest. He flicked his tongue out and tasted the skin. He did this again. Again. Little touches, gentle, subtle, undemanding, non-threatening, but each time designed to bring pleasure.

When he felt Shuichi’s hands sliding up his arms, he made his motions larger, sweeping strokes with his tongue, running his hands over the full expanse of the skin beneath his touch. He traced his tongue around the areole, circling closer and closer, until he fastened his lips fully around the nipple.

He heard the gasp Shuichi released, the tightening of the boy’s arms around him. He continued to suckle, and when that one had risen to a hard nub, he transferred his attentions to the other. Shuichi’s soft moans and rapid breathing were intensely exciting to Yuki.

He felt his shirt being tugged from his shoulders and helped the boy remove it. Now they were both lying there with bare torsos. The full skin to skin contact, unimpeded by clothing, was stimulating. The soft touch of Shuichi’s hands over his back, trailing down his spine made him writhe in pleasure.

Any other time, Yuki would be pushing Shuichi down on the bed, lying over him, enveloping his smaller frame. But that had been at any other time. Not this time. He couldn’t do that now. Shuichi would immediately feel threatened if he tried to dominate the boy as he had usually done. All he could do was to let Shuichi be the one to dominate. But he didn’t know just how far Shuichi would want to go.

So, instead of pushing the boy down, Yuki lay back, moving sideways a little so he could lay down flat and bringing the boy with him, until their lips touched and locked. They lay like that for some time, kissing, hands stroking bare chest and back

Yuki found the sensation of the smaller body lying on top of him rather strange, more for how unusual it was, than anything else. He was not used to being the one on the bottom, the submissive. A part of him was a little panicked about it. He had his own demons and fears about situations like this, but not as bad as Shuichi’s. And this was for Shuichi.

The boy broke the kiss and raised himself up to sit over Yuki. He had a slightly puzzled look on his face.

“Why..?” his voice trailed away.

“What?” Yuki said, reaching up a hand to run his fingers down the centre of Shuichi’s chest.

The boy’s eyes glazed a little at the sensual contact before focussing again. “Well, you usually..”

Yuki gave a small shrug. “Don’t you sometimes want a change?”

“I… guess.”

Yuki brought his other hand up and now he could casually play with both nipples. He could feel them hard and erect to his touch. He felt the shudder go through the boy’s body, right into the groin where their hips met as Shuichi sat on him. It was a delightful feeling and made Yuki catch his breath.

“I want you to do what you like.” he whispered, drawing Shuichi down into a passionate kiss.

The kiss continued, and Yuki wrapped both arms around to clasp the young body close to him. He shifted the boy a little, pushing at one of his legs so it slid between his. This contact dropped Shuichi’s hips and pelvic area directly into contact with his full erection. He groaned and brought one of his legs up to tangle around Shuichi’s.

Yuki was finding that he was beginning to like this feeling. Of having Shuichi between his legs, of not necessarily being the dominate one always. Shuichi shifted a little, placing more pressure against Yuki’s groin, and he moaned again, a moan that was swallowed by the kiss.

The boy broke the kiss to attack Yuki’s neck and chest. The hot tongue left a moist trail over his skin, the hot breath scorching him. He felt the tongue dip into his navel, trail around the rim, down to move along the path of the waistband of his trousers. The small hands were tracing patterns all over his skin, kneading, nibbling, stroking, across his ribs and stomach.

Yuki was fully expecting things to stop here. He didn’t expect Shuichi to try and take things further. The boy had already gone so much further than he had thought he would. So he was surprised when he felt a slight tug at the button of his pants, and the sound of the zipper being drawn down.

A warm hand slipped between the parted fabric and cupped itself over his erection, stroking him through his boxers. The sensation of the satin fabric sliding against his heated skin sent fires skating through his body, a quiver that began deep in his belly, ran through every portion of him, finally to return to that heated member grasped in Shuichi’s hand.

The boy continued to stroke him, slowly, but firmly. He knew full well what Yuki liked, and how he liked it, and he was putting this knowledge to good use. Yuki couldn’t help it as his hips thrust upwards into that touch, trying to speed up the motions, aching to achieve climax.

A warm, wet tongue returned to his stomach, trailing across it, dipping into his navel. Lips fastened on the skin near his hip, sucking, creating a burning patch on his fevered skin. The other hand trailed up his ribs to the nipple, rolling it between thumb and forefinger, squeezing gently. This dragged another moan from Yuki as his breathing began to speed up.

He felt the hand slide back down to his boxers, the mouth leave his skin, then the second hand ceased its motion. He groaned at the loss of that contact. He didn’t want it to stop! He felt a tug and opened his eyes to see Shuichi sitting up. Looking down along his body, he could see the boy’s hands tucked into the waistband of his trousers and boxers.

“Lift up.” Shuichi said quietly, tugging at the clothes.

Yuki almost hesitated. He hadn’t been expecting this. But then he lifted his hips from the bed in compliance. Shuichi deftly pulled the clothing downwards, over Yuki’s buttocks and freeing his full erection to the night air. As Yuki let his hips drop back to the bed, he lifted his legs a little so Shuichi could shuffle backwards, dragging his pants the rest of the way off. The boy dropped them to the floor and stood there for a moment, looking down at Yuki.

Yuki felt….naked. Not in the literal sense, which was definitely the case, but in a figurative manner. It wasn’t like he hadn’t been fully naked in front of Shuichi before, but it had never been like this. Never been in a way where he, Yuki, was the one lying spread out on the bed, with Shuichi looking down on him. It was a different experience for him. Was this how Shuichi usually felt when the positions were reversed?, he wondered.

The boy then moved forward, lying at Yuki’s side. A hand reached up to cup the side of his face and turn it slightly so their lips could touch. The boy continued to deepen the kiss. Yuki could feel the hand trail from his face, down his neck, down the chest, with a passing flick and squeeze to the nipple, over the ribs and gliding over the dip of the stomach, to wrap around his cock. Then the hand began to stroke him again.

Yuki wrapped his arms around Shuichi, trying to press his body against the boy’s. He moaned as the hand sped up a little, thumb coming up to slide over the slit and smear the precum down the length, creating a lubricant that made the motion flow more smoothly. Yuki’s hips thrust into that hand, craving more.

Yuki was gasping as Shuichi broke the kiss, and that delectable mouth trailed down his body, every touch igniting fires along its path, fires that built and built. He could feel the hot breath on his cock just before it was enveloped in that wet cavern. He groaned deeply as this new sensation filled his senses. He reached his hands down, tangling his fingers in the silky hair, holding the head in place as he thrust upwards with his hips.

Suddenly he felt both his wrists grabbed in a tight grip. His hands were pulled from Shuichi’s head and forced down to the bed at his side. What….?, he thought dazedly to himself, opening his eyes.

Shuichi stopped what he was doing and looked up. The boy pinned Yuki with a glare, pinned him as his hands were pinned. Shuichi then dropped his head again, and engulfed Yuki’s cock once more with his mouth.

Yuki’s hips thrust up a little, but Shuichi was bringing all his body weight down on his legs now, so he could make little movement. He tried to move his hands again, wanting to grasp that bobbing head so he could thrust up into that beautiful, wet cavern and fuck that warm, talented mouth. But the grip on his wrists hadn’t slackened, and was holding him tight enough to almost be painful. Tight enough to bruise.

Yuki gave up then. He wasn’t going to try and fight the boy. It would only frighten him, or worse. So he lay back and just gave in to the full sensations that were filling his mind and body.

Yuki felt Shuichi relax his throat muscles as he deep throated his cock. He writhed in anticipation, knowing the pleasures that were to come. As a singer, Shuichi had exceptional control over his throat, and he could swallow Yuki fully to the hilt so he could feel the back of the boy’s throat enclosing around his swollen member. And then Shuichi did the one thing that always pushed him over the point of no return. Shuichi hummed.

The vibration in his throat shot up Yuki’s erection from tip to base, making his balls tighten, his muscles tense all over. He threw back his head and cried out, as his body arched and he climaxed violently, hips thrusting upwards, body shaking, and Shuichi continued to swallow, sucking every drop of come from his rapidly softening member as it was drained completely.

Yuki collapsed back onto the bed bonelessly, completely drained. Shuichi knew that did him in every time. Gods, the boy had a fucking talented mouth! He lay there gasping, with eyes closed, as his heart continued to pound.