Pretty Boy

Disclaimer- Not mine. At all. No money has been made.

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Beer.

Check.

Fruit.

Check.

Chupa-chups.

Chupa-chups?

Yuki looked about the shelves and sighed irritably. Trust his delinquent lover to write down the sugary treats that he had expressly said that he would not buy for him.

His eyes flickered to the medicine aisle briefly before he turned back to his cart again, walking away. He could not afford to indulge his habit either.

He finally reached the checkout terminal. A painfully inane girl chatted at him with a vacant smile on her face as she laboriously scanned in each item.

After long minutes, which seemed far longer than even that, Yuki managed to escape the store. He took the cart back to his car, piled everything in the back and shoved the cart in the rough direction of the rack.

He hated shopping. One of the many perks of living with Shuichi was not having to face the bustle of people, the crowds of teenagers and daunting shops. But today, Shuichi had insisted that he do it, to get out of the apartment for a while. Unable to face the puppy eyes and pouting any longer, he had stormed out to get the groceries.

Damn pink haired brat.

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Yuki had called to Shuichi twice, demanding help with the shopping, only to get no reply. He eventually got it all into the kitchenette, snatching a beer from the pack as he pushed it into the fridge.

\"You\'re not meant to drink that Yuki, not on with your medication.\"

\"Leave me alone, brat,\" Yuki snarled, but he did lay aside the can.

\"Yuki?\"

\"What?\"

\"I, uh, well...\"

Yuki spun around. \"Don\'t stutter, you...\" he trailed off, eyes wide.

Shuichi blushed and shifted on his feet. \"Do you like it?\"

The tiny black negligee brushed the tops of the slender thighs, obscuring nothing that he was almost wearing underneath. The little black g-string was tight enough to define but still barely conceal, topped off with stiletto high heels.

Yuki stared and started smirking.

\"Yuki?\"

\"Shuichi, why the hell are you dressed like that?\" The smirk was gone again.

\"I, uh, I thought you might like it?\"

Yuki continued to stare.

\"You\'ve been so distant, and you were staring at that lingerie shop, and the girls, so I figured...\" he trailed off, cheeks going red.

\"You figured that dressing in said lingerie, like said girls, would... spark something?\"

The singer nodded, turning his face to the side, avoiding Yuki\'s gaze. \"I guess so.\"

Yuki stepped closer, eyes roaming over the lithe body. \"Are you unhappy with our sex?\"

\"No! Well, not unhappy, but...\" he scuffed his heeled feet.

\"But?\" Yuki prompted.

\"Well,\" the red had reached Shuichi\'s ears, spreading down to his chest as well, \"you never seem happy, and you avoid sex with me. So when you were watching those girls, I thought...\"

\"Shuichi,\" Yuki cut in brusquely, \"do you want me to pretend that you\'re a woman, or is this just an attempt at kinky?\"

\"Err... I\'m not sure?\"

Yuki stepped closer and leant over his lover, looking down, faces nearly touching. \"I can treat you like I would a woman, if you want me to. Does that idea excite you, Shuichi?\" He reached down to squeeze the burgeoning erection, his other hand slipping around the narrow shoulders. \"I can, you know.\"

Shuichi wriggled closer, eyes heavy lidded. He had come to love it when Yuki whispered bedroom words to him, it made him feel wonderfully dirty; if a little embarrassed. He nodded dumbly, willing to go along with anything Yuki said at that moment.

Yuki picked Shuichi up, easily cradling the boy against his chest. Shuichi giggled and wrapped his arms around the blonde\'s neck. Yuki fluttered soft kisses over the small ear and jaw, whispering sweet nothings as he went.

Oblivious to their movement, Shuichi was startled when he was laid on the bed in their room, Yuki pausing to strip off his shirt as he knelt over the boy. He looked down for a few moments before moving to his hands and knees, covering Shuichi\'s body with his own without actually touching. He leant down far enough to whisper more sweet words with no real meaning in the delicate ear of his lover.

Shuichi pouted when Yuki stripped, he liked being allowed to undress his lover, it was one of his favourite things, next to stripping for him.

Long nimble fingers dragged over Shuichi\'s legs, and up his sides, pushing the gauzy material to up under the tanned arms. As he moved back down, his hands drifted past hard nubs, teasingly soft in their caress.

The leisurely foreplay was great at first, but after a while, Shuichi stilled, watching Yuki instead. The actions felt wrong, soft but not tender, lacking any emotion.

Yuki\'s fingers slid into Shuichi\'s body easily as he pushed, distracting the singer from his thoughts. The older man raised an eyebrow to his lover, who shrugged. \"I wanted to be ready for you.\"

Yuki moved his fingers and leaned down, almost mechanically licking at Shuichi\'s perineum. The singer gasped, wriggling away from his lover before sliding himself back down on the long fingers.

Yuki stood up, hurriedly stripping out his pants and boxers. He pulled Shuichi closer, taking off his g-string and shoes, not bothering with the negligee. He kissed along from ankle to thigh as he moved back up, then, with the utmost care he pushed himself into his lover, mouth soft against Shuichi\'s.

The tense air was broken by Yuki\'s words, not dirty ones, but soft whispers that were sounding more and more insincere.

Despite his gasps, Shuichi just wanted it to stop. This wasn\'t making love, it wasn\'t down and dirty fucking.

It wasn\'t anything, not even satisfying.

\"Stop, please. Yuki, stop.\"

Yuki stopped and pulled out of Shuichi, sitting on the side of the bed. He was breathing hard, but already his erection was fading. He grabbed his cigarettes, tapping one out with an irritated sigh.

\"What went wrong, Yuki? I thought this would, you know, excite you.\"

\"If I wanted to fuck a woman I would,\" Yuki lit up, taking a deep drag.

\"But, I thought,\"

\"Yes, and you should stop it. Did you like that, at all?\"

Shuichi sat up, grimacing at the ache in his groin. \"Parts, I guess. I liked being carried. But it was... you obviously hated it.\" He crawled over to Yuki and pulled off the negligee, tossing it aside. \"I never want Yuki to hate having sex with me. Never again.\" He crawled into Yuki\'s lap, thrusting his erection against the blonde\'s chest and stomach. Despite the apparent lack of interest showing on Yuki\'s face, the young singer could feel heat pressing into his cheeks and back. He shifted slightly, reaching underneath to grasp the renewing hardness.

The author stabbed out his cigarette, pulling Shuichi against his body. Yuki closed his eyes, lips slightly parted. Shuichi smiled; mainly to himself; and stroked Yuki\'s erection briefly, lowering himself onto it.

Yuki moaned and pushed himself into Shuichi, hands shifting to the boy\'s hips. Shuichi moaned, long and loud, twisting his body back and forth until he was seated against Yuki\'s pelvis. He bounced without moving, sliding his hands to Yuki\'s. He tugged one of the author\'s hands to rest on the small of his back, the other to his hard erection. \"Please, Yuki, I need you to touch me.\"

Yuki grasped the flesh as his fingers touched it, his hand gliding up and down, hips moving in counter rhythm.

The silence, broken by the gasps from both lovers, was thick with sexual tension but mercifully lacked any of the discomfort of before. Shuichi bounced up and down on Yuki, moans and cries growing louder as his body tightened and the pressure in his groin grew.

Yuki growled and rolled them over, thrusting hard in the willing body under him. Shuichi wrapped his legs around Yuki\'s waist, using the extra leverage to make his lover thrust deeper. Yuki slammed in rougher, tugging on Shuichi\'s erection, feeling it grow harder in his grasp.

The boy screamed his lover\'s name, clamping his body tight to Yuki\'s as he shivered and came. Yuki paused briefly to let Shuichi collapse before he thrust a few more times, bringing himself to completion.

They lay together, tangled in the sheets, for long moments. Yuki moved away first, grabbing another cigarette and lighting up before leaning against the headboard.

Shuichi lazily gazed up at Yuki, before crawling up next to him. He laid his head on the firm stomach, watching Yuki with adoring eyes. Yuki looked back and laid aside his cigarette, running his hand through Shuichi\'s hair with a heartfelt tenderness.

Shuichi smiled and turned towards Yuki\'s stomach, closing his eyes.

The negligee was left forgotten.

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