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[fluorite]

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

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[fluorite]

[ 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.

[weaseled]

...Mm.

[Yeah. I know you'll be able to handle it.

In place of words, Yael's smile is fond and trusting, one hand slinking up to rub indolent circles into Yuui's hip while the other slowly massages his prostate.]

You're built tough. Tough he enough to push me around and do whatever you want with me. You ever think about that?

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[ Ah, that smile... it does something to him, makes his heart beat just a tad faster in his chest as his cheeks flush with something other than arousal. Fondness of his own, perhaps.

Rewarding Yael by no longer holding back the quiet moans that have been threatening to escape, he settles back further against the pillows. ]

Do you?

[ It seems like it, at least. Though the way Yuui's cock twitches in his hand at just the idea of it gives him away—of course he's given it thought. ]

[weaseled]

[The dick's always honest, isn't it? Yael chuckles, but he keeps his amusement contained so as not to distract Yuui, crooking his fingers to impress a little more weight onto his prostate.]

I do. You'd make a great dominatrix.

[...He'd also have no trouble bullying Yael into doing all the chores around the house, but that's different.]

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Didn't think you were into that...

[ He huffs out a laugh, arching his back as he tries to maneuver his hips in a way that'll bury Yael's fingers deeper. This is the real problem with fingers... he finds himself craving Yael Jr. instead.

But this is fine, he can work with just this too. Yuui strokes himself faster, his grip around his cock tighter. With one more well-timed press of Yael's fingers, he'll be done for. ]

[weaseled]

[Little Yael Jr. is half stiff, but they'll both enjoy the sex more when they can fully devote themselves to it. For now, Yael doubles down on his efforts and fucks Yuui on his fingers, slipping in a third to make up for the lack of dick in his ass.]

I'm into you. It doesn't matter what you wear or what you do to me.

[Yael's smile slowly broadens.]

Don't hold back. I want to see you make a mess.

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[ Yuui shifts, rocking himself against Yael's fingers, fucking himself back on them. The flush on his cheeks spreads, reading his neck and down towards his chest as his toes curl. So Yael likes him that much, does he? It's a passing thought, one that leaves him wondering how deep Yael's feeling go for him as he feels himself both curious and afraid of what the answer might be.

Any mixed feelings leave him soon enough, especially as he looks up at Yael's grin through half-lidded eyes. ]

Oh, I won't.

[ He wants to punctuate that with a laugh, but the way Yael's fingers fuck into him have Yuui spilling on his chest and stomach instead. He's certainly made himself a sticky mess, one that he almost feels like he needs to bathe again for.

Ah well. All in the name of a good performance. ]

[weaseled]

[Some questions are better left out of the bedroom. Yael's focus remains only on fucking Yuui to completion on his fingers, upping the pressure when he feels those telltale contractions start up.

They're both a sticky mess in the aftermath, but this is nothing a wet cloth can't fix. Gingerly sliding his fingers from Yuui's body, Yael's clean hand slides up to hook the nape of his neck, guiding him down close enough to whisper in his ear.]

Good show. You've made me forget all about my crappy week.

[And he means that. Yael wouldn't say so were it not true.]

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[ He shivers, turning his head to press a kiss to Yael's cheek. ]

I'm glad. I don't want you to feel like you need to weather these things alone, Sheza.

[ It's a bit of frank honesty that leaves him feeling mildly embarrassed, but in the aftermath of his orgasm, he can't really bring himself to care all too much. ]

Now, get something to clean me up and get back in bed with me.

[ Maybe they can find a movie playing on the television. ]

[weaseled]

[Boss babing him already? Yael snorts, ignoring orders to hug Yuui tight before relenting and picking himself up to find a washcloth. Yael calls back to Yuui from the bathroom.]

Why don't you find something for us to watch? TV's on the nightstand.

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[ Snagging the remote, Yuui starts to flip through the channels before eventually stopping on a home renovation show.

Fascinating stuff, truly. ]

Do you have a preference for anything?

[ He has a feeling Yael wouldn't like this. ]

[weaseled]

Anything but what you're watching right now.

[Miss him with that home and garden bullshit. Yael emerges from the bathroom a minute later with a damp rag and a lit candle, setting it down on the nightstand before mopping up the mess Yuui left behind on them both.]

Mm. I wonder if the game's on.

[fooball..............]

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[ Eugh. Yuui makes a face, but quickly tries to obscure it. He can't help the visceral reaction. ]

What teams? You have a favorite, right? I don't think I ever asked...

[weaseled]

[He saw that! With a grin, Yael twists up the rag and smacks Yuui's stomach with it.]

The Dodgers, obviously. If they're not playing tonight, we'll watch last week's recap.

[ :)))) ]

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[ He snatches the rag, holding it tight so Yael can't smack him with it again. ]

Alright. We'll watch the recap.

[ Isn't he nice? Isn't he a fantastic boyfriend? ]

[weaseled]

Wait. Seriously?

[Yael crawls into bed and wiggles beneath the blankets, tossing them over Yuui so they're both nice and comfortable. Loving boyfriend that he is, he offers Yuui one whole pec to rest his head on.]

Think of it this way: I'm trying to help you sleep.

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[ So kind and generous... Yuui immediately stakes claim on that pec, giving it a light kiss before resting his cheek against it. As always, Yael's heartbeat is a beautiful sound. ]

Yes, put on your game recap. Tell me about your favorite players while you're at it. I want reasons.

[weaseled]

[Yael's voice is a low rumble in his chest— he meant it when he said he wants Yuui to rest. He's lost more than enough sleep worrying over his boyfriend.]

So demanding... Alright. Have it your way.

[Picking up the remote, it doesn't take long for Yael to find the highlights channel. The only channels he has, save for a few public access ones, are sports channels.]

Looks like the Dodgers lost this one. Bummer.

[fluorite]

[ Idly, Yuui wonders if Yael bought a sports package... what a typical man. Ah well. He likes Yael this way, so he can't even be bothered to complain. ]

Wow, that sucks.

[ He doesn't sound particularly sympathetic, however. Yuui can only bend so much here. ]

How long have you been a fan of them?

[weaseled]

Sure does.

[Yael snorts, amused. Yuui doesn't give a single damn and he knows it, but that's just fine. Yael's having plenty of fun listening to Yuui struggle his way through a conversation about a hobby he couldn't give less of a damn about.]

I've been a fan ever since I was a kid. All we had growing up was a beat up CRT and an antenna that picked up three or four channels, if we were lucky.

One of the star players at the time was a guy who'd grown up without a family like me, so I idolized the man. He made the dream of a good life feel a little more attainable.

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[ Ugh. Ugh!!! Why does he have to have a story like that? It makes it so much harder for Yuui to keep his disinterest in the sport up.

...Maybe getting a little bit invested for his boyfriend's sake isn't a terrible thing. ]

It's unfair that you're so cute.

[weaseled]

Mm?

[Did his sob story tug on Yuui's heartstrings? How sweet. Yael would argue Yuui is the cute one here.]

You're projecting. I'm not a lonely little orphan anymore, so don't feel too bad for me.

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You say I'm projecting, but I still see traces of him sometimes.

[ But surely Yael knows that... right? Yuui is (thankfully) not a psychologist, but he sees it in the way Yael seeks out warmth, even now. ]

[weaseled]

Do you?

[Challenging tone, but his gaze is soft where it settles over Yuui, paying no mind to the din of the television.]

I don't know about that. Sounds to me like you're talking out your ass.

[fluorite]

That tone says otherwise, that you know exactly what I mean.

[ With a smile, he reaches up and boops Yael's nose. Surely Yael remembers the way he begged Yuui not to leave him. Even if he doesn't, Yuui won't bring it up. There's no point in dredging moments like those up. ]