[ it's kind of unfair, really, how mafuyu doesn't need to do anything more than let out a tiny little sound in order to bring yuki to his knees, both literally and metaphorically. he's always been weak for mafuyu but once they hit puberty he knew his love life was dead in the water; how could he ever have eyes for anyone besides this beautiful, incredible omega? perhaps that's why it's so fun to tease him. mafuyu's pouts and whine are the cutest thing in the world, and when he finally gives in, finally cracks and starts begging...
yuki's about to say something else, some other remark about how this is inappropriate workplace behaviour, but then mafuyu looks up at him and fuck he's so cute, his lips all swollen, his face flushed, his eyes shining with desire.
the night of the concert, yuki had seen these things without seeing them. he had looked at mafuyu without realizing the state he'd been in - his heat must have only just started, perhaps even triggered by seeing yuki on stage, alive and filled with joy, radiating the charisma that he'd become so known for. he hadn't thought twice about what they were doing, not before or during or after.
right now, he's close enough to rational to see all these things, and yet he feels much the same. how can he not? mafuyu needs him so clearly, and knowing that the last time they did this put a baby in his belly... ]
...Fuck, [ yuki laughs, weak as he always is in the face of mafuyu's love. and then they're kissing again, hunger bright and sharp on mafuyu's tongue as it slips into his mouth; a growl rises in yuki's throat to meet it, his own body rapidly increasing in temperature as his omega tries to convince him.
when they break apart they barely stop touching: mafuyu nuzzles against him, and in return yuki's hands find their way to his cheeks, his hair, the back of his neck. he doesn't realize it but their scents are filling the entire floor, heady and strong, to the point where anyone who walked by would easily be able to guess what was going on.
so it's a good thing yuki doesn't care if they get caught. ]
You're really okay with doing this here?
[ he asks, but his tone makes it obvious that he's already made up his mind. his hands, too: they've wandered south, mapping out the planes of mafuyu's shoulders, lower back, hips. yuki slips a hand down the back of mafuyu's trousers and slides two fingers against him, down along the crevice of his ass, and groans helplessly when he feels the slick that's already gathered there. ]
give this man some pickles STAT! 😂 & hiiragi not touching mafuyu bc he's afraid of hurting the ba
yuki's about to say something else, some other remark about how this is inappropriate workplace behaviour, but then mafuyu looks up at him and fuck he's so cute, his lips all swollen, his face flushed, his eyes shining with desire.
the night of the concert, yuki had seen these things without seeing them. he had looked at mafuyu without realizing the state he'd been in - his heat must have only just started, perhaps even triggered by seeing yuki on stage, alive and filled with joy, radiating the charisma that he'd become so known for. he hadn't thought twice about what they were doing, not before or during or after.
right now, he's close enough to rational to see all these things, and yet he feels much the same. how can he not? mafuyu needs him so clearly, and knowing that the last time they did this put a baby in his belly... ]
...Fuck, [ yuki laughs, weak as he always is in the face of mafuyu's love. and then they're kissing again, hunger bright and sharp on mafuyu's tongue as it slips into his mouth; a growl rises in yuki's throat to meet it, his own body rapidly increasing in temperature as his omega tries to convince him.
when they break apart they barely stop touching: mafuyu nuzzles against him, and in return yuki's hands find their way to his cheeks, his hair, the back of his neck. he doesn't realize it but their scents are filling the entire floor, heady and strong, to the point where anyone who walked by would easily be able to guess what was going on.
so it's a good thing yuki doesn't care if they get caught. ]
You're really okay with doing this here?
[ he asks, but his tone makes it obvious that he's already made up his mind. his hands, too: they've wandered south, mapping out the planes of mafuyu's shoulders, lower back, hips. yuki slips a hand down the back of mafuyu's trousers and slides two fingers against him, down along the crevice of his ass, and groans helplessly when he feels the slick that's already gathered there. ]