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writetomyheart2013-02-17 12:51 pm
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[Team 2] morning after
I was going to write Miyatama but this came into my head first >_>
"Now what?" Fujigaya asks with a sigh, voice laden with sleep as he lies next to Yokoo taking slow breaths. It's early morning, sky just starting to turn a light shade of blue gray, sun still a bit away from rising. They're only just no settling into Yokoo's bed for the night.
Yokoo turns on his side, hair getting mushed up between his head and the pillow as he looks at Fujigaya, eyes dragging up over the bare tan skin exposed from under the covers. His skin a little sticky to the touch, the only other sign aside from the askew way the sheets are on Yokoo's bed that they've done anything but sleep. They've been beating around the bush with each other for weeks now, months even.
"Now?" Yokoo repeats softly before scooting over just a tad and wrapping an arm around Fujigaya's waist. "Now we sleep," he says pulling Fujigaya closer, content sigh already evident in his chest. "I would prefer to call it cuddling."
Fujigaya snorts, rolling onto his side, biting back the tiny hiss because he's worked out muscles during the night that he hasn't worked out in a while. Yokoo forces himself not to smile smugly. "I didn't know you were so sentimental," Fujigaya says, staring back at Yokoo for a moment. Yokoo's eyes dance with a little something and it nearly makes Fujigaya blush.
A small chuckle escapes Yokoo ad he presses a small kiss to Fujigaya's lips. "We weren't being serious before."
"And now?"
"You ask a lot of questions for someone who just go all night," he teases.
Fujigaya shoves lightly at Yokoo's chest causing a small shift in the bed. "I didn't see you complaining."
"Of course not." Yokoo closes his eyes, forehead pressed against Fujigaya's. "It's not everyday you have sex all night withe someone you day to say you love."
"Now you're being disgustingly sentimental, stop it," Fujigaya fake gags and wiggles around in bed until he can easily wrap an arm around Yokoo's torso, head tucked under Yokoo's chin. "Lovesick isn't an attractive trait on you."
A soft hum comes in reply before the room falls silent aside from their breathing. "This is coming from you, the object of my affections who is one of the biggest attention whores."
Fujigaya pinches at the skin on Yokoo's hip, making him jerk in response. "Different matters," he says with a yawn. "Shut up and sleep." Yokoo mutters something else after that but Fujigaya drowns it out by making a big show of pretend snoring loudly.
"Now what?" Fujigaya asks with a sigh, voice laden with sleep as he lies next to Yokoo taking slow breaths. It's early morning, sky just starting to turn a light shade of blue gray, sun still a bit away from rising. They're only just no settling into Yokoo's bed for the night.
Yokoo turns on his side, hair getting mushed up between his head and the pillow as he looks at Fujigaya, eyes dragging up over the bare tan skin exposed from under the covers. His skin a little sticky to the touch, the only other sign aside from the askew way the sheets are on Yokoo's bed that they've done anything but sleep. They've been beating around the bush with each other for weeks now, months even.
"Now?" Yokoo repeats softly before scooting over just a tad and wrapping an arm around Fujigaya's waist. "Now we sleep," he says pulling Fujigaya closer, content sigh already evident in his chest. "I would prefer to call it cuddling."
Fujigaya snorts, rolling onto his side, biting back the tiny hiss because he's worked out muscles during the night that he hasn't worked out in a while. Yokoo forces himself not to smile smugly. "I didn't know you were so sentimental," Fujigaya says, staring back at Yokoo for a moment. Yokoo's eyes dance with a little something and it nearly makes Fujigaya blush.
A small chuckle escapes Yokoo ad he presses a small kiss to Fujigaya's lips. "We weren't being serious before."
"And now?"
"You ask a lot of questions for someone who just go all night," he teases.
Fujigaya shoves lightly at Yokoo's chest causing a small shift in the bed. "I didn't see you complaining."
"Of course not." Yokoo closes his eyes, forehead pressed against Fujigaya's. "It's not everyday you have sex all night withe someone you day to say you love."
"Now you're being disgustingly sentimental, stop it," Fujigaya fake gags and wiggles around in bed until he can easily wrap an arm around Yokoo's torso, head tucked under Yokoo's chin. "Lovesick isn't an attractive trait on you."
A soft hum comes in reply before the room falls silent aside from their breathing. "This is coming from you, the object of my affections who is one of the biggest attention whores."
Fujigaya pinches at the skin on Yokoo's hip, making him jerk in response. "Different matters," he says with a yawn. "Shut up and sleep." Yokoo mutters something else after that but Fujigaya drowns it out by making a big show of pretend snoring loudly.
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