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[fluorite]

[ because sometimes things happen and you can't help it

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[weaseled]

Positive.

[Twitch, twitch...]

[fluorite]

I don't know about that.

[ He leans forward and whispers low in Yael's ear. ]

What do you think, daddy?

[weaseled]

[WHAT DID HE JUST SAY,

In a fit of rage(??), Yael sharply twists, bringing Fai's impetuous ass down against the cushions. DADDY ANGRY, DADDY HARD,]

I think you better knock it off before I make you regret it.

[fluorite]

[ Yuui just laughs, and it's not clear if he's laughing at Yael or the fact that he's now on his back again. ]

By fucking me again? That's so scary~

[weaseled]

[Oh, Yuui, you make him feel fourteen all over again. It's been a good while since he lost complete control over his dick like this, but it's no longer his problem. It's Yuui's.]

I'll fuck you so hard you'll be limping to the lab.

[That's a threat, Fai. Do you have a wheelchair handy?]

[fluorite]

[ Limping to the lab, huh? He could think of a worse fate. ]

You think you can really manage that? I have to wonder.

[ He's very obviously goading Yael, trying to get him even more worked up. With a sly grin, he glances up at Yael's face, searching his eyes.

Is it working? ]

[weaseled]

[Oh, now there's a challenge. A laugh, haughty, prefaces Yael's hands coming down to pin Yuui to the couch. He's not going anywhere.]

You'd be surprised.

[It's working wonders, Yuui. One wonder leads to another and another until Yael's spent the better half of the evening screwing Yuui's brains out. To be fair, he didn't know he had it in him either, but he goes until they're both coming dry and limping to the shower before crumbling into bed together, a heap of limbs pleasantly aching from exertion.

The din of the TV serves as the backdrop to their conversation, Yuui's back pressed flush to his chest, neighboring hearts beating in tandem. The silence between them is comfortable, but it isn't long after they've settled in that Yael begins nipping at Fai's neck in a bid for conversation.]

[fluorite]

[ If this is how Yuui dies, then he'd be at peace. By the time the pizza has long since gone very, very cold and Yuui's brains have practically melted out of his own ears, he finds himself oddly comfortable in bed with Yael pressed so closely to his back. It's been so long since he's been this relaxed that he's almost asleep by the time Yael starts chewing on him again.

He laughs softly, lightly batting at him. ]

Again? I thought you had nothing left in you.

[weaseled]

[Don't mind him, Yuui. He's just helping himself to a midnight snack. Loose-limbed and exhaling yawns, it's clear Yael doesn't have a round thirteen in him. Neither of them do.]

I took more than my fair share. Honestly, I'm surprised you endured all that.

[How often does Yuui have marathon sex?]

[fluorite]

I barely did.

[ He’s currently suffering very much, thank you. Yuui reaches back and gives Yael a little smack on the ass. ]

Are you thinking I do all of this often? I don’t.

[weaseled]

[A huff of amusement, another gentle nibble.]

No? You must not like the guys you take to bed very much. That... or they can't perform.

[fluorite]

[ He laughs softly, his hand sliding away from Yael's ass and up his arm instead before stopping to rest over the top of his hand. ]

Not all of them can perform.

[ Yuui pauses, and though Yael can't see it, a thoughtful look passes over his face. Does he address that other statement? Doing so makes him a touch nervous, but... ]

I like you much, much more than any of the other guys I've taken home.

[weaseled]

[...Right, the topic Yuui glossed over before. It makes Yael's heart lurch in his chest, skipping beats. The silence drags on for only a moment or two, but it feels as weighty as a small eternity.]

Yeah? You think you'll continue to like me?

[It's alright if this is nothing more than a passing infatuation. A flash-in-the-pan romance that isn't built to last. For Yuui's sake, maybe it'd be better if it was.]

[fluorite]

[ He can feel the way Yael's heartbeat briefly changes its pattern, what with his chest nestled up so tightly against his back. In most cases, Yuui would shift the subject, try to lead it away from this topic so he doesn't have to answer this question directly.

But it's Yael. There's something about him that makes Yuui want to be honest and forthcoming. It's kind of sickening, to tell the truth. ]

I know so.

[ As if that wasn't a direct enough answer, he continues: ]

I smile at my phone whenever you send me a text. I think that's damning enough, isn't it?

[weaseled]

[...Ah. It's such a small thing, that admittance, but it warms his heart. Yael's arms fasten tightly around Fai's waist, squeezing him.]

You dork.

[No shortage of saccharine sweetness dripping off Yael's tongue. He's so happy with Fai, and as terrifying as that knowledge is, it's nice to feel happy again. It's been so, so long.]

[fluorite]

[ That squeeze is so comforting, so warm that Yuui practically melts back against Yael, relaxing against his chest. ]

Take responsibility for turning me into one. It's all your fault.

[weaseled]

[It is warm and comforting, isn't it? Yael can't remember the last time he took so much pleasure in being around another person. A terrifying thought occurs to him — I could get used to this — but he chases it away. Too comfortable and content, he doesn't have it in him to fret over anything right now.]

Take responsibility? What's that even mean? I just spent all night treating you like a king.

[fluorite]

I wasn't aware kings get told to bend over so often...

[ He laughs softly, pleasantly, as he closes his eyes. A silence lulls between them, one that Yuui isn't too terribly eager to break. It's nice.

Too nice. ]

Do you think we got it out of our systems? Or will we always jump on each other when we meet up?

[ Assuming they'll meet up more, that is. He wants to, at least. ]

[weaseled]

[He's pretty sure they'll be meeting up more often from now on. What he isn't so sure of is how frequently they'll be having sex. Yael considers it with a hum.]

You tell me. I'm flexible.

[Does he need to curb his appetite around Yuui?]

[fluorite]

You sure are~

[ Heh. Hehehehehe. ]

Whatever you want to do, just know I'll match you.

[ He sincerely means it—Yuui can have as much or as little sex as Yael likes. His own drive is relatively high, but he's never struggled to balance himself with a partner. ]

[weaseled]

Geez...

[Yael clicks his tongue. Tsk tsk.]

In other words, you're just as bad as I am. What a horndog.

[fluorite]

What part of saying I'd match you insinuates that?

[ Every part. But look, he's trying to pretend to have some sense of modesty, or whatever it's called. ]

[weaseled]

Every part of it, you doofus.

[Yael snickers, heaving a yawn and settling against the cushions. His breathing's already begun to even out.]

Go to sleep already. Don't let me keep you up all night.

[fluorite]

[ Yuui twists and turns around until he's face-to-face with Yael. ]

Don't order me to go to sleep. Now you've got me tempted to play loud music.

[ Especially as Yael seems to be drifting off. He leans forward and kisses the tip of his nose before settling with his head on Yael's chest. ]

[weaseled]

[Ugh, NO, why is his pillow moving? Yael grumbles and fusses, but that kiss succeeds in charming a small smile out of him. He returns it, dropping a kiss on a bare patch of Yuui's forehead.]

Don't you dare. I'll kick you out of your own apartment.