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Yanagi was calmly watching the tender teenage fumblings of one of the girls in his class when Yukimura stepped up to his side.
“Another confession.” Yanagi nodded at the scene played out two stories below, almost hidden from view under the branches of an oak tree.
“Ah. It can’t have been going on long.” Seiichi murmured softly. “She hasn’t burst into tears yet.”
“Genichirou is getting to that.” A calm silence settled between the two friends as they watched Sanada break yet another heart.
“Ah, there she goes.” The girl was tearing off away from the oak tree, her arm held in front of her face as if to hide her tears. It was also impairing her vision, and given the non-regulation footwear she was sporting Renji assumed it would only be a matter of time before she caused herself serious injury. Drawing the curtains, though Sanada undoubtedly knew he had been watching, Renji turned back to tidying up the classroom.
Yukimura avoided the broom and instead perched himself on their homeroom teachers desk. He hadn’t been given clean up duty, he was just here to bother Yanagi. “Renji, I think I’m coming down with something.”
“Hmm? You seem just fine Seiichi.” Still, given Yukimura’s medical issues in the past Yanagi set the broom aside and came over to stand at Yukimura’s side. His mind was already going through a list of any possible diseases Yukimura could have come down with recently, and what symptoms Yukimura had exhibited. He had a feeling though that Seiichi was really just feeling playful.
“Yes.” Reaching out to grasp Yanagi’s tie Yukimura smirked. “Spring fever.”
“Seiichi.” Yanagi’s exhaled a sigh against Seiichi’s lips as he was pulled into a kiss. Yukimura’s lips were curled in a smile, and felt soft, and warm against Yanagi’s. Sighing again Yanagi kissed back. Yukimura undid Yanagi’s tie, wrapping the blue and white striped fabric around his fingers before he wrapped the tie around Yanagi’s wrists.
“Seiichi. Now isn’t…” Yanagi didn’t bother to fight though as Yukimura maneuvered him up onto the desk. “Now isn’t the best time.”
“You know I won’t stop.” Yukimura’s eyes twinkled. Pressing between Yanagi’s legs Yukimura easily undid Yanagi’s belt and fly, opening up the front of his uniform pants. “If you really wanted me to you’d say no.”
When Yukimura slipped to his knees Yanagi threaded his fingers into Yukimura’s fine black hair. “I know.”
Yukimura smirked, his tongue sneaking out to wet his lips, the saliva shining when a stray wind ruffled the curtains and a sunbeam slipped in. Dropping his head down Yukimura mouthed at Yanagi’s member through the tight white fabric of his briefs. Yanagi curled his fingers around the edge of the desk, his heart rate and breath jumping at the stimuli. No matter how much data he had, or how many times they did this, Yukimura still drove Yanagi to the brink and back.
“Seiichi.”
A slim finger stroked along the outline of Yanagi’s erection. “Shh, Renji, I am busy.” Then the elastic was being tugged down and Yanagi’s erection was popping free, pre-cum dripping onto the classroom’s polished floor.
“Ah. It can’t have been going on long.” Seiichi murmured softly. “She hasn’t burst into tears yet.”
“Genichirou is getting to that.” A calm silence settled between the two friends as they watched Sanada break yet another heart.
“Ah, there she goes.” The girl was tearing off away from the oak tree, her arm held in front of her face as if to hide her tears. It was also impairing her vision, and given the non-regulation footwear she was sporting Renji assumed it would only be a matter of time before she caused herself serious injury. Drawing the curtains, though Sanada undoubtedly knew he had been watching, Renji turned back to tidying up the classroom.
Yukimura avoided the broom and instead perched himself on their homeroom teachers desk. He hadn’t been given clean up duty, he was just here to bother Yanagi. “Renji, I think I’m coming down with something.”
“Hmm? You seem just fine Seiichi.” Still, given Yukimura’s medical issues in the past Yanagi set the broom aside and came over to stand at Yukimura’s side. His mind was already going through a list of any possible diseases Yukimura could have come down with recently, and what symptoms Yukimura had exhibited. He had a feeling though that Seiichi was really just feeling playful.
“Yes.” Reaching out to grasp Yanagi’s tie Yukimura smirked. “Spring fever.”
“Seiichi.” Yanagi’s exhaled a sigh against Seiichi’s lips as he was pulled into a kiss. Yukimura’s lips were curled in a smile, and felt soft, and warm against Yanagi’s. Sighing again Yanagi kissed back. Yukimura undid Yanagi’s tie, wrapping the blue and white striped fabric around his fingers before he wrapped the tie around Yanagi’s wrists.
“Seiichi. Now isn’t…” Yanagi didn’t bother to fight though as Yukimura maneuvered him up onto the desk. “Now isn’t the best time.”
“You know I won’t stop.” Yukimura’s eyes twinkled. Pressing between Yanagi’s legs Yukimura easily undid Yanagi’s belt and fly, opening up the front of his uniform pants. “If you really wanted me to you’d say no.”
When Yukimura slipped to his knees Yanagi threaded his fingers into Yukimura’s fine black hair. “I know.”
Yukimura smirked, his tongue sneaking out to wet his lips, the saliva shining when a stray wind ruffled the curtains and a sunbeam slipped in. Dropping his head down Yukimura mouthed at Yanagi’s member through the tight white fabric of his briefs. Yanagi curled his fingers around the edge of the desk, his heart rate and breath jumping at the stimuli. No matter how much data he had, or how many times they did this, Yukimura still drove Yanagi to the brink and back.
“Seiichi.”
A slim finger stroked along the outline of Yanagi’s erection. “Shh, Renji, I am busy.” Then the elastic was being tugged down and Yanagi’s erection was popping free, pre-cum dripping onto the classroom’s polished floor.