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Niou pushed Yanagi down against the bed, unsurprised when Yanagi pulled Niou down with him and then flipped them so Niou was on bottom.
Niou wrestled with the buttons of Yanagi’s shirt. Yanagi’s tie had been tossed across the room earlier, though Niou was still lying untied around his neck. Their uniform blazers had been lost when the bedroom door closed, and their coats and scarves had been laid to rest out in the hallway closet. “Niou.” Yanagi’s voice was soft, but breathy. Niou smirked up at Yanagi and pulled his shirt down. Yanagi wriggled, attempting to push it all the way off before Niou had the shirt sleeves tied tightly together, twisting the shirt in such a way that Yanagi’s arms were trapped behind him. “Niou.” Yanagi’s deep voice this time hinted at displeasure.
“Yanagi.” Niou grinned, his hands sliding to Yanagi’s hips and digging through the cloth, his nails biting at thin skin stretched tight over Yanagi’s bony hips. Yanagi let out a hiss. “I won this round.”
“1-1.” Yanagi agreed, having taken the initiative that had gotten them to this point. “You haven’t won yet.”
Niou rolled his eyes. “I never should have agreed to making this a five game set.” Bucking his hips Niou rubbed their arousals together.
Yanagi’s laughter hitched at that bump, catching in his throat and turning into a moan. “Something to keep in mind next time.”
“Yeah.” Niou undid Yanagi’s fly, pushing Yanagi’s pants and underwear down his hips. Both of them knew that no matter who won this round there would be a next time, and a time after that, a cycle of struggle and domination and tricks between them. Niou shucked his own pants, pushing Yanagi onto his back. Yanagi allowed Niou to shove him around, alerting Niou to the fact that something was probably up. Niou struggled with his own fly, unsurprised when Yanagi pulled his arms out of the shirt that had been binding them and helped.
“Houdini.” Yanagi muttered in explanation, Niou’s pants quickly disappeared after that. Niou’s hands ran over Yanagi’s body, scratching and tickling at the spots that made Yanagi twitch, digging his fingers into Yanagi’s skin hard enough to cause white half moons when Yanagi teased Niou’s sensitive places. “Nn.”
Yanagi paused, his fingers pressed on the underside of Niou’s right knee. They slid back and forth over that spot again and Niou grunted, his muscles turning to jelly.
“Interesting.” Yanagi slipped his right hand up Niou’s spine and into Niou’s hair his left hand teasing the underside of Niou’s knee. Running his fingers through Niou’s coarse hair Yanagi dislodged the rubber band holding Niou’s hair back.
“Nnn.” Niou shuddered, his hips grinding down against Yanagi’s. Yanagi tugged on Niou’s hair, pulling him down for a sloppy kiss.
“3-2.” Yanagi stated.
Niou bit Yanagi’s lip hard enough it bled, licking up the blood afterwards. Yanagi squirmed at that small cruelty, and Niou bit at Yanagi’s neck and down his shoulders, leaving a trail of perfect indents. Yanagi’s fingers tickled the underside of Niou’s knee and Niou bit Yanagi’s shoulder hard enough that his incisor, the tooth that he teased Kirihara that it was a sign he was half vampire, punctured Yanagi’s skin.
“Fuck.” Yanagi hissed, and his finger disappeared from Niou’s knee.
“3-3.” Niou sucked at the spot where he’d bitten, leaving a round red mark.
“4-3.” Yanagi pressed slick fingers into Niou’s crack, rubbing them over Niou’s twitching asshole. “And soon I’ll win.”
Niou rocked his hips, enjoying the slight pressure of Yanagi’s fingers against his pucker. “Yeah, well, losing ain’t so bad.”
“Yanagi.” Niou grinned, his hands sliding to Yanagi’s hips and digging through the cloth, his nails biting at thin skin stretched tight over Yanagi’s bony hips. Yanagi let out a hiss. “I won this round.”
“1-1.” Yanagi agreed, having taken the initiative that had gotten them to this point. “You haven’t won yet.”
Niou rolled his eyes. “I never should have agreed to making this a five game set.” Bucking his hips Niou rubbed their arousals together.
Yanagi’s laughter hitched at that bump, catching in his throat and turning into a moan. “Something to keep in mind next time.”
“Yeah.” Niou undid Yanagi’s fly, pushing Yanagi’s pants and underwear down his hips. Both of them knew that no matter who won this round there would be a next time, and a time after that, a cycle of struggle and domination and tricks between them. Niou shucked his own pants, pushing Yanagi onto his back. Yanagi allowed Niou to shove him around, alerting Niou to the fact that something was probably up. Niou struggled with his own fly, unsurprised when Yanagi pulled his arms out of the shirt that had been binding them and helped.
“Houdini.” Yanagi muttered in explanation, Niou’s pants quickly disappeared after that. Niou’s hands ran over Yanagi’s body, scratching and tickling at the spots that made Yanagi twitch, digging his fingers into Yanagi’s skin hard enough to cause white half moons when Yanagi teased Niou’s sensitive places. “Nn.”
Yanagi paused, his fingers pressed on the underside of Niou’s right knee. They slid back and forth over that spot again and Niou grunted, his muscles turning to jelly.
“Interesting.” Yanagi slipped his right hand up Niou’s spine and into Niou’s hair his left hand teasing the underside of Niou’s knee. Running his fingers through Niou’s coarse hair Yanagi dislodged the rubber band holding Niou’s hair back.
“Nnn.” Niou shuddered, his hips grinding down against Yanagi’s. Yanagi tugged on Niou’s hair, pulling him down for a sloppy kiss.
“3-2.” Yanagi stated.
Niou bit Yanagi’s lip hard enough it bled, licking up the blood afterwards. Yanagi squirmed at that small cruelty, and Niou bit at Yanagi’s neck and down his shoulders, leaving a trail of perfect indents. Yanagi’s fingers tickled the underside of Niou’s knee and Niou bit Yanagi’s shoulder hard enough that his incisor, the tooth that he teased Kirihara that it was a sign he was half vampire, punctured Yanagi’s skin.
“Fuck.” Yanagi hissed, and his finger disappeared from Niou’s knee.
“3-3.” Niou sucked at the spot where he’d bitten, leaving a round red mark.
“4-3.” Yanagi pressed slick fingers into Niou’s crack, rubbing them over Niou’s twitching asshole. “And soon I’ll win.”
Niou rocked his hips, enjoying the slight pressure of Yanagi’s fingers against his pucker. “Yeah, well, losing ain’t so bad.”