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[ He swallows easily, wiping away a bit of drool at the corner of his mouth as he sits back. ]

It's a pretty big compliment for me, you know. I hope you're not embarrassed.

[ No, actually, he hopes Yael is embarrassed. How cute would that be? ]

You know I'm embarrassed.

[Bruh, he nutted instantaneously!! But it's fine. His ego's a sturdy old thing just like the rest of Yael. He gives Yuui a pat on the dome for a job well done.]

Want me to return the favor?

[ Yuui shakes his head. ]

You don't have to. Consider that part of me taking care of you tonight.

[ And he doesn't want Yael to have to put real work into getting him off with his mouth. This is all about letting Yael relax and feel a little bit better. ]

So you'll put on a show for me?

[ :^) ]

[ He stares at Yael for a long, long moment...

Then bursts out laughing. Just give him a few seconds to recover, don't worry about it. ]

Sure, why not? Where do you want your little show? In here or in your bedroom?

[Yael doesn't even mind Yuui laughing at him. Why would he? He's winning!]

Bed would be preferable. I'd like to watch the show in comfort.

Fine, fine~ I'll indulge you, just this once.

[ As if he wouldn't agree to this as many times as Yael asked him to.

Yuui holds out a hand to help Yael up so that he can lead him back to the bed. He's careful, watching for any signs that Yael's leg might still be giving him more trouble than usual. ]

It's a good thing I didn't get dressed yet.

[ It makes it easy enough for him to climb onto the bed and get comfortable against the pillows, his legs pressed tightly together as he waits for Yael to get comfortable. ]

[Yael may be fragile and old, but he makes it to the bedroom with Yuui's support no problem. See? Didn't even buckle like an Ikea table during Thanksgiving dinner.]

Good thing, eh? You can borrow my sweats.

[Reclining back in bed, Yael arches a brow. Well? Get on with the show, twinkie.]

[ Wow, he's really getting around like a 29 year old now!

Yuui spreads his legs, letting one of them drape over Yael, just so he can feel a little bit more like a part of the show. ]

You know, I wouldn't mind that.

[ With a soft smile, he leans his head back against the pillows as he wraps a hand around his cock, already half hard. He starts with slow, even strokes as a sigh escapes his lips. ]

[...Ah, no good. Yael wants to reach out and touch him, but the stage belongs to Yuui right now. Hoping not to distract him too terribly, Yael sets his hand on Yuui's calf and lays back to watch him work, eyes trailing up and down the length of his cock.]

You'd look good in them. Then again... you'd look good in just about anything.

Bold words.

[ He looks over at Yael through half-lidded eyes, his lips curling into a soft smile even as he presses the pad of his thumb to the tip, teasing it. ]

There has to be one or two things out there that wouldn't suit me.

[Yael's watching pretty shamelessly, but he can't seem to help himself, hand sliding up to pinch that flat, flat ass.]

A clown costume?

[A snort of laughter.]

Nah. You'd make a sexy clown too.

[ Fai laughs, spreading his legs just a bit further when Yael pinches him. If Yael is always going to be so into his ass, maybe he should start doing some squats... much to think about.

But right now, he's focused on keeping his strokes even, letting another sigh escape him, though it bubbles up into another laugh. ]

Do you have a thing for clowns?

[Maybe so? The straight man in Yael thinks Yuui's ass might expand if he rubs it hard enough. Worth a try!]

Nah. They're creepy as hell.

[But, that said...............]

I'd fuck your creepy clown hole.

[ That almost makes him burst into a fit of giggles, but he manages to hold it in by means of stroking himself faster. May as well lean into it before the absurdity of the conversation gets to him and takes him out of his performance mindset. ]

How hard?

[While Yuui's busy laughing, Yael's fingers slowly inch towards his creepy clownhole. Maybe... Maybe he can sneak a fingie in...............]

As hard as you like, clown boy.

[ Before he can sneak a finger in there, Yuui grabs Yael's wrist and pushes it up to Yael's own mouth. He lowers his voice, his hand stilling around his own cock while he focuses his thumb on the tip, smearing at some of the precome that's begun to gather. ]

You weren't thinking about fingering me dry, were you? Suck on your fingers for me before you do anything like that.

[Oop, caught in the act. Yael's snickers are smothered by his own fingers.]

Really? You'll let me have a role in your little performance?

[ He grins, shoving Yael's hand further into his own face. ]

It's a performance for you that you'd be participating in. Are you fine with that?

[ Does Yael really think he would ever reject fingers in his ass? Come on. ]

Sure. Some shows encourage audience participation.

[Alright, alright... Yael sucks his own fingers into his mouth and makes a show of wetting them. This performance goes both ways.]

[ With a soft groan, Yuui settles back as he watches Yael suck on his own fingers, his cock twitching in his hand. ]

You're so hot, Sheza.

[ It isn't just the muscles either, though by now Yuui has certainly told him many times just how handsome that face of his is. ]

[How effortlessly Yuui distracts him. Yael owes this man a proper railing for dragging him so far out of his bad mood, but that really will have to wait until tomorrow after he's had a solid night's sleep, and hopefully one free of nightmares.]

That so?

[Yael reaches back around with slicked up fingers to gently rub Fai's entrance.]

Speak for yourself, beautiful.

[ He'll gladly take the fingers right now—the main event can wait for another day, one where Yael is in a better mood and they can really take their time. Spreading his legs, Yuui relaxes himself enough that it should be easy enough for Yael to slide a finger or two right inside, his toes practically curling at the familiar feeling of Yael's fingers. ]

I've always thought you were hot, you know.

[ It was pretty obvious, after all. ]

Though the game doesn't compare at all to you here.

[He eases two fingers in, rubbing Yuui's inner walls and slowly pushing his way further inside.]

...I'm flattered. Ten years ago, I don't know that I'd buy it if a cute guy like you said he liked me.

[Call it poor self-esteem if you will, but Yael would like to think he has a pretty realistic view of himself. Looks aren't everything, and if you take his personality into account, he's a hard sell for most. Yuui's special, choosing a man like him and being happy with his choice. The thought makes Yael chuckle as his fingertips lightly curl against Yuui's prostate.]

I got lucky with you. There aren't many who can handle me.

[ Well, it wouldn't have mattered ten years ago since Yael was taken, wouldn't it? But Yuui bites back that little retort, focusing instead on the push of Yael's fingers as he sighs, biting back a groan as he strokes himself slightly faster. ]

Mm... you're right, I can.

[ Yuui doesn't think that Yael is particularly difficult to handle, despite all of the baggage he so clearly comes with. All he needs is someone that will choose him every time, who will carry some of that baggage with him.

And Yuui likes to think that he can be that person. ]

I'll handle anything you could throw at me.

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