Futureverse

[oneblackcat]

PSL with Athena. AKA That Game With Insane Amounts of Worldbuilding.

More here later, yada yada yada.

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[crimsonmoon]

Yukimura probably has no idea how cute he can look sometimes. It’s not really a trait that people commonly associate with him, but Akaya does. Just in these brief glimpses where he’s unguarded and vulnerable. Maybe he doesn’t show it to a lot of people, but that would be why Akaya finds it so captivating.

He can feel that now in his kiss. He inhales slowly as their lips meet, his hand slipping up Yukimura’s face and brushing over his ear as he pulls him closer. He does understand. This kiss is different. It’s like the way he used to kiss him, the kind of kiss that is in the moment, suspended in time.

[senseskill]

And here it's like starting over again. Like the last several minutes never happened. Like the last two years never happened. Yukimura takes his time with the kiss, and when he does draw back, he matches Akaya's gesture, the two of them gazing at each other inches apart, hands caressing cheeks.

"Let's move this to the bedroom."

[crimsonmoon]

There’s something about those words that sends a satisfying shiver down his spine. Akaya gazes up at him as his hand slips down to trace the line of Yukimura’s jaw with his fingertips.

“Yeah.”

He puts a hand to the floor and pushes himself up to sit, bringing Yukimura up with him as his lips seeking out the other’s with a smile.

[senseskill]

Yukimura welcomes the next kiss. It's an effective bridge for the mood while they relocate, an annoying but necessary pause in the action.

He holds Akaya's hand as he leads the way back to his room, little changed since the last time Akaya saw it. He gets the lube out of his drawer.

"Which do you want: the bed or the wall?"

[crimsonmoon]

When Yukimura turns away to rummage in the drawer, Akaya steps behind him and grabs him by the wrist. He spins him around and pushes him against the wall, pinning the wrist to it hard as he presses up against him.

“You think it’s that easy?”

Really, location doesn’t matter. But don’t think he’s letting Yukimura choose the pace the whole night. It’s only just beginning. He grins sharply and leans in to breathe hotly against Yukimura’s neck as his free hand glides down his torso with deliberation.

[senseskill]

Of course it's not that easy. Yukimura can appreciate that fact, though. He wouldn't say no to having some of that attention returned. He allows the pin of his wrist and meets that fiery aura with a gaze equally daring, equally wanting.

"Come at me, then."

Hot breath falls on his skin, warm touch over his chest and stomach. Yukimura relaxes against the wall and exhales, turning his neck just slightly for that mouth. He snakes his free hand around Akaya's waist, feather-light fingertips tracing the curve in the small of his back.

[crimsonmoon]

Yukimura bares his neck to him, and he teases it slowly at first with his lips and tongue, exploring with ease the curve of his throat, collar bone, chest. He traces back up the rapidly cooling trail with his mouth again, hot. Meanwhile, his hand slides down, down the chest lightly over his nipple and across his stomach and abs. He curls his fingers almost tenderly over his cock, a stark contrast to the bite that he gives him on his neck, sharp enough to shock the senses.

[senseskill]

There's a certain art to this technique of contrasts. Hot and cool; gentle and rough. Yukimura sucks in a breath and instinctively pulls taut against Akaya's back at the bite. He knew it was coming, because he knows Akaya. That takes nothing from the effect of it, that tingle in his spine from the mingling sensations of pain and pleasure, and the way it makes him feel almost lightheaded. He rewards Akaya with a low moan.

[crimsonmoon]

A moan is a little better than that brief grunt from earlier but still not quite enough. He wants to hear more of him, for him to come unraveled in a way that only Akaya gets to see. He eases up on the bite and grazes the mark gently with his teeth and tongue as he slowly tightens his fist around him and then strokes him hard. His fingers have that knowing grip, it’s like muscle memory the way he remembers exactly how he likes to be touched, where to slide the pads of his skillful fingertips, how to ease up, and when to be rough.

[senseskill]

This time the moan is louder, a shiver traveling up his spine at that hard stroke of the hand. Akaya knows how to touch him and he's clearly counting on that. He pushes up against that grip, seeking more of that touch.