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PART ... last hopefully
It wasn’t really the satisfied smirk that angered Yukimura.
Or even Atobe’s bedhead, rumpled clothes, and obviously just got laid look. It was the dismissive, casually possessive way Atobe ran his hands over Sanada’s shirt. Only Yukimura had the right to handle Sanada that way, like Sanada was his. That was because Sanada was his. Sanada belonged to Yukimura, Sanada’s mind, body, and heart. “Sanada.” Yukimura barked, stifling a thrill of pleasure and satisfaction at the way Sanada instantly heeded his demand, stepping away from Atobe and walking over to Yukimura. Sanada’s gait was stiff and awkward, Atobe’s touches obviously having reawakened a problem their lovemaking should have gotten rid of.
Yukimura almost made sure to milk Sanada’s orgasm thoroughly.
“Ah, Yukimura.” Atobe’s smile would have done a shark proud; rows of glistening teeth and a predator’s eyes. “How kind of you to join us.”
Yukimura’s glare contained the power of the gorgon’s and a frozen tundra, freezing Atobe into stone. “I am afraid I was just leaving.”
Atobe nearly allowed them to reach the door before shaking off his paralysis. “Stay awhile, Sanada was just beginning to have a good time.”
Sanada’s ears burned a hot red, and his froze at the light brush of Yukimura’s fingers over his wrist.
“I would like it if you would stop molesting my boyfriend.” Yukimura stated, his tone cold and sickly sweet at the same time. “I am afraid he is taken.” Yukimura ignored Atobe’s surprised look, and did not notice the shock that flashed over Sanada’s before Sanada tugged his cap down to hide his small slightly pleased smile. Yukimura was too busy thinking up training regimes for Sanada, he obviously needed more to do if he was going to sink to sleeping with Atobe.
Yukimura almost made sure to milk Sanada’s orgasm thoroughly.
“Ah, Yukimura.” Atobe’s smile would have done a shark proud; rows of glistening teeth and a predator’s eyes. “How kind of you to join us.”
Yukimura’s glare contained the power of the gorgon’s and a frozen tundra, freezing Atobe into stone. “I am afraid I was just leaving.”
Atobe nearly allowed them to reach the door before shaking off his paralysis. “Stay awhile, Sanada was just beginning to have a good time.”
Sanada’s ears burned a hot red, and his froze at the light brush of Yukimura’s fingers over his wrist.
“I would like it if you would stop molesting my boyfriend.” Yukimura stated, his tone cold and sickly sweet at the same time. “I am afraid he is taken.” Yukimura ignored Atobe’s surprised look, and did not notice the shock that flashed over Sanada’s before Sanada tugged his cap down to hide his small slightly pleased smile. Yukimura was too busy thinking up training regimes for Sanada, he obviously needed more to do if he was going to sink to sleeping with Atobe.