Shower

Author: simph8
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: AU, PWP, Sex
Characters: Chinen Yuri, Takaki Yuya
Notes: Story is set after 'Hakanai Yubisaki'.

Shower

Yuri liked to have sex with Yuya. He adored it. Since things between them had changed, when he had stopped being just his whore, he had found out how pleasant it could be.

It didn’t have a pattern; after all, he had to catch up on the things he hadn't experienced. Not voluntarily, at least.

Right now he was under the shower; he bit his lower lip, feeling Yuya’s big hands wash his hair, and he was pressed between the elder’s warm body and the cold tiles, a contrast which made his skin tingle. He liked to feel Yuya’s hands slip slowly down on his shoulders, holding them softly, as if he was massaging them.

Instinctively, Yuri threw his head back, resting it on Yuya’s collarbone, while the elder pushed his hips forward, almost casually pressing against the younger’s buttocks. Yuya leant forward, kissing and nipping on his neck. Yuri propped himself up against the wall, ignoring the hot water preventing him from opening his eyes, and pushing back against him, unable to hold back a moan.

“You’re so easy.” Yuya made fun of him, brushing his cock and then wrapping his hand around it, stroking it lazily.

Yuri clenched his eyes and tried to keep his body from searching for a deeper contact with him.

“Well, you’ve got a reputation to keep, don’t you? What would your shatei say if they knew you can't turn on a kid?” he panted, while keeping his voice steady seemed to be an impossible task.

Yuya chuckled and grabbed his hips, holding onto them tight, sinking his fingers in the tender flesh of the younger; Yuri groaned when the elder’s hands slipped to his buttocks, spreading them and starting to prepare him right away.

Yuri didn’t really want to give him the satisfaction, but Yuya turned him on so much that he really couldn’t avoid moaning his name times and times again.

At some point though, refusing to come so soon, he turned to face him and knelt down, starting to brush his fingertips on the veins on Yuya’s cock, leaning down to lick at the tip, never lingering too long on a specific spot, only wishing to fill his head with the elder’s moans.

When he put it wholly in his mouth he heard a long groan escape Yuya’s lips, and he noticed his hand try to reach for him and then fall back against his side. Without ceasing the sucking motion, he grabbed Yuya’s hand and brought it through his hair.

“I... I really can't control myself yet, you know that.” Yuya murmured, hesitating.

Yuri pulled back and stood up, pressing his lower back against the elder’s groin.

“I don’t want you to control yourself, Yuu.” he moaned.

And Yuya lost it; he pinned Yuri to the wall, pulling his ass back and thrusting inside of him in one go, clawing at the skin of his hips, as he set a fast pace right from the start.

“Touch yourself.” he panted in his ear after a while, and Yuri was quick to obey, stroking himself at the same rhythm of Yuya’s cock inside of him, until he couldn’t take it anymore and came, moaning out loud and staining the wall in front of him.

A few minutes later, while Yuri felt split open and all he could do was moan and call Yuya’s name, he felt the elder spill inside of him, marking him as his property, in a way that now Yuri loved.

He collapsed on the floor, feeling his legs give out on him for the effort and his heart beat too fast in his chest.

Yuya turned the water off and sat next to him.

“I hurt you, didn’t I?” he asked, brushing the back of his hand against his cheek.

Yuri shook his head and went to straddle him, feeling Yuya’s hands grab him right away.

“I’d do it again right this moment if I wasn’t afraid my heart could burst. You turn me on, Yuya. The mere thought of having sex with you drives me crazy.” he whispered on his lips, then he kissed him.

Yuya kissed him back immediately, caressing the younger’s back while his mouth moved to his throat, biting down hard on it as he felt his cock stir back to life again.

“You’re full of surprises, Yu.” the yakuza murmured, smiling.

“Mh.” the younger groaned. “Then you should do your best to try and find them all, right?” he whispered, biting the elder’s lip.

“I guess so.” was all the yakuza could get out, before launching himself at Yuri’s neck again.

The younger laughed and let go against his mouth, his tongue, his hands and once again his cock. He wanted to pay attention to that feeble survival instinct he had left after all those years of abuse, but he chose to ignore it.

He had sworn to love Yuya, unconditionally. Love meant to accept everything, and Yuya was the everything he needed. He moaned his name as if his life depended on it, moving his hips to go along Yuya’s thrusts, gripping his shoulders and pulling off his cock just to feel it slam inside him again and again.

He couldn’t help it. He wanted to feel Yuya, to feel that the violence could actually become love, and he chose to trust in Yuya’s promises. Hearing his name pronounced by that broken voice made him feel good, because now Yuri was the one making him feel like that, because he wanted to, not because the yakuza was taking him by force.

They spent the afternoon like that, one inside the other’s body, on the floor like animals, and Yuri didn’t want anything else.

Not anymore.