Yuki's eyes fluttered open as he felt Shin's hand slide gently along his thigh under the sheets, slow and warm, fingers spreading over his skin with a quiet reverence. Every movement was deliberate—measured, like Shin was trying to memorize the shape of him all over again.
His breath caught.
"Shin…" he whispered, barely able to say the name.
Shin kissed him in answer—soft and slow. His lips lingered, dragged along the corner of Yuki's mouth, then down to his jawline, his throat. Yuki shivered under the touch, his fingers twitching helplessly against Shin's shoulder.
"You're burning up," Shin whispered, lips brushing his skin.
"I know," Yuki hissed, half a whimper in his throat. "You did this to me, you asshole."
"I'll take responsibility then," Shin murmured, the faintest smile in his voice.
Yuki wanted to yell at him. He wanted to shove him away, bite him, scream—but he couldn't. His body was melting beneath Shin's hands, unraveling under every kiss, every lingering brush of fingers. His thighs opened slightly of their own accord, an involuntary invitation.
Shin noticed. Of course he noticed.
Yuki glared up at him, face flushed, breathing ragged. "Don't smirk. I swear if you smirk—"
"I'm not smirking," Shin said, though the warmth in his eyes betrayed him.
He leaned in again, sliding his hand further up Yuki's thigh, until his fingers found the heat between his legs—Yuki gasped, hips jerking at the touch.
"B-Bastard—!"
Shin kissed him, muffling the protest, and Yuki's body answered for him—arching, trembling, fingers clinging to his back like he'd fall apart if he let go.
The first touch was careful—gentle fingers sliding between slick skin, coaxing soft gasps from Yuki's lips. Shin moved slowly, patiently, like he was reading a language only Yuki's body spoke. Each movement earned another ragged breath, another weak whimper from the boy beneath him.
"You're so sensitive tonight," Shin whispered against his ear. "Is this all for me, Yuki?"
"Shut up…" Yuki mumbled, biting his lip hard. "You're so annoying…"
But his thighs parted wider.
His body betrayed him again.
Shin kissed down his chest, licking and nipping gently at his skin. Yuki twisted beneath him, the blankets shifting and falling lower, baring more of his pale frame to the room's soft shadows. He felt too exposed, too hot, too needy. He hated it. He craved it.
"I'm gonna kill you after this," he muttered.
"Worth it," Shin murmured, kissing the center of his chest, then lower.
Yuki's breath hitched as Shin's mouth moved further down—past his belly, past his hipbone. He squeezed his eyes shut, clutching the sheets now, too afraid of what he'd do if he looked down and saw that damn calm expression on Shin's face while he—
"Sh-Shin—!"
The first brush of Shin's tongue made his hips jerk violently, a choked cry escaping his throat. He slapped a hand over his mouth, shaking. "N-Not fair," he gasped, voice muffled.
Shin didn't answer with words. His mouth stayed busy, dragging sinful, wet heat across every sensitive inch, lips wrapping around him, tongue teasing. Yuki's body bucked, helpless and flushed, his legs trembling on either side of Shin's shoulders.
And yet Shin held him still—anchored him with gentle hands and warm fingers, rubbing soothing circles into his thighs even as he drove him insane.
Yuki bit down on his sleeve to keep from crying out.
He was already close. Too close.
But Shin pulled back just before the breaking point, licking his lips as he looked up.
"You always stop… why do you always stop—?" Yuki panted, blinking through frustrated tears.
"Because I want you to come with me inside you."
Yuki flushed so hard he thought he might combust.
"W-What—"
Shin moved back up, lips catching Yuki's again. His hands cupped his face now—soft, grounding. "I'm asking, Yuki."
Yuki turned his face, blushing violently. "Y-You always do this… You always make me feel like some… some dumb girl—"
"You're you," Shin said simply. "And you're beautiful. You're mine."
Yuki trembled.
The words sank in slowly. Too slowly.
"…Say it again," he whispered.
"You're mine," Shin said. "Tonight. Always."
Yuki swallowed hard. His legs slowly curled up around Shin's waist, drawing him closer. "Then… do it," he whispered. "Just… don't make me wait anymore…"
Shin kissed his forehead, then sat back briefly to reach into the nightstand. Yuki looked away as he heard the soft and the slick sound of Shin preparing himself. His heart pounded louder than his thoughts.
The bed dipped again, and Yuki glanced up just as Shin settled between his legs, warm hands running along his thighs again. Their eyes met.
"Tell me to stop if it's too much," Shin said softly.
Yuki scowled through the haze. "Just shut up and f-fuck me already…"
Shin smiled faintly. "That's the Yuki I know."
He guided himself slowly, carefully—Yuki inhaled sharply, eyes wide, fingers digging into the sheets. The stretch burned, but not in a bad way. It was familiar. Intimate. Shin moved slow, easing deeper inch by inch, whispering quiet reassurances with every gasp and twitch from Yuki.
When he was finally fully inside, he paused—letting Yuki adjust, letting the moment settle.
"Yuki…" he whispered.
"I-I'm fine… move…"
Shin did. Gently at first. Rolling his hips with a rhythm that matched Yuki's shivering breath, his soft moans, the way his fingers tangled in the sheets. Every thrust was slow, purposeful—until Yuki's body began to push back, until he began to meet Shin halfway.
"F-Faster…" he begged under his breath.
Shin kissed him hard and gave him what he asked for.
Their bodies rocked together, skin slapping against skin, the room filled with the sounds of breathless moans and whispered names. Yuki wrapped his arms tight around Shin's shoulders, burying his face into his neck as the pleasure built higher, deeper, unbearable.
"Don't stop—don't you dare stop—"
"I won't," Shin panted. "I've got you."
Yuki was shaking beneath him, legs clinging tight, his body drawn tight like a wire ready to snap. Shin's hand slipped between them, fingers wrapping around him, stroking in time with every thrust. That did it.
Yuki cried out, white-hot pleasure crashing through him, back arching as his release hit—so intense it nearly blacked him out. His body spasmed around Shin, pulling him deeper with every pulse, and Shin groaned, eyes fluttering shut as he thrust once more and came deep inside him, breath ragged, head buried against Yuki's shoulder.
They stayed like that—tangled, trembling, hearts pounding in sync.
Shin didn't pull away immediately.
Even as their breath slowed, bodies still trembling from release, he remained close—his hand stroking gently up Yuki's side, tracing the curve of his ribs, until his palm settled over Yuki's chest.
"You're still hard," Shin whispered against his ear, voice low and teasing.
Yuki flinched. "I-It's your fault…"
Shin chuckled, and his fingers moved—brushing over one of Yuki's nipples. A sharp breath escaped Yuki's lips, his back twitching at the sudden jolt of sensation.
"Don't—ah—!" Yuki's protest cracked as Shin circled his fingertip around the peak, slow and steady.
"They're so soft," Shin murmured, watching Yuki's reaction. "But you get hard so fast… sensitive here too, huh?"
"Shut up…! D-Don't look while you… ngh—" Yuki gasped again as Shin rolled the nub between his fingers, then leaned down and flicked his tongue over it.
His whole body jerked.
"Stupid… n-no one plays with those…" he muttered, cheeks scarlet.
"They should," Shin said, lips brushing over the taut bud. "It drives you crazy…"
He suckled gently, tongue flicking, lips pulling until Yuki was squirming beneath him again, one hand buried in Shin's hair, the other clutching the sheets. His breath came in soft whimpers, high and desperate.
"You're already getting hard again," Shin teased, switching to the other side.
"S-Stop saying that…!" Yuki whined, his thighs twitching. "You're such a p-pervert…"
Shin grazed his teeth lightly over the nub, drawing a shiver. "I want you to come like this… from just your chest."
"N-No way—!"
But Shin didn't stop. His hand moved lower again, gently stroking Yuki's half-hard length while his mouth lavished attention on his chest. His fingers pinched, rolled, teased—until Yuki's entire body was shaking, hips twitching with every pass of Shin's tongue.
"I c-can't—stop—doing that!" Yuki cried out, arching as the pleasure tipped dangerously high.
"You can take it," Shin whispered. "You're already so close again…"
Yuki bit his lip, legs drawn up, trembling with overstimulation and rising heat. His nipples throbbed under Shin's mouth, and each touch made his body convulse—made the ache in his lower belly coil tighter and tighter.
"I-I'm gonna—Shin—!"
His orgasm ripped through him again, sudden and intense, from the touch on his chest alone. His cry was strangled, voice breaking, and his whole frame arched off the bed before collapsing limp beneath Shin.
He couldn't move.
His chest heaved, nipples sore, body twitching in aftershocks.
"…I hate you," he breathed.
Shin kissed the corner of his mouth, smiling. "You love me."
"…Bastard."
"I'll take care of you," Shin said gently, pulling him close again. "Always."
Yuki didn't answer—but he didn't let go either.
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"They should," Shin said again, quieter this time, dragging his tongue once more over Yuki's nipple—slow, deliberate, tasting the way the boy arched under him. "Especially when you sound like that…"
Yuki turned his face away, trembling, trying so hard not to let the whimper escape his throat—but it did anyway. It slipped out in a helpless, needy sigh that betrayed everything he was trying to hide.
"I'm going to die," he whispered hoarsely. "You're going to make me die…"
Shin smiled against his chest. "Then I'll bring you back… and do it all over again."
He took the swollen nub into his mouth, lips warm and wet around it, sucking softly—then harder. His tongue lapped at it between slow pulls, and Yuki's entire body writhed.
"Nnnh! N-No, stop—" Yuki's hands clawed at his shoulders, unsure if they were trying to pull him away or hold him closer. "T-Too much—Shin, it's—ahh!—t-too much!"
His other nipple wasn't spared. Shin's hand moved with equal precision, thumb brushing over the hardened bud, teasing it in circles while his mouth lavished the other. He worked in slow, maddening alternation—mouth, hand, then switching, never giving Yuki a moment to breathe.
And Yuki was falling apart.
His hips twitched again, a new pulse of heat pooling between his thighs. It was ridiculous. He'd just come. His legs still trembled. His mind was fogged with afterglow—and yet…
Yet his cock was getting hard again. Faster than it should've. Almost painfully so.
"See?" Shin murmured, dragging his lips up to kiss the hollow between his collarbones. "Your body's honest, even when your mouth is bratty."
Yuki snarled weakly and shoved at his shoulder—but Shin didn't budge. He only smirked and kissed his throat, just beneath his ear.
"You can't help it," he whispered. "You love when I do this to you."
"I hate you," Yuki hissed, eyes glassy.
"I know," Shin murmured, brushing his fingertips gently across both of Yuki's now-slick, flushed nipples. "Hate me more."
Yuki let out something between a sob and a moan, biting down on his knuckle to keep himself from screaming. His legs curled back around Shin's waist, his hips already rocking subtly upward, seeking friction without realizing it.
"You're so cute like this," Shin whispered. "I want to ruin you every night."
"You already have," Yuki gasped. "I'm already ruined, you sick—ahh—!"
He didn't get to finish.
Shin had dropped lower again, tongue circling his nipple, this time with a little flick at the end that made Yuki's back spasm. His hands had found their way back to Shin's head now, gripping his hair tightly—again unsure if he meant to push or pull.
"I c-can't take anymore…"
"Yes, you can."
Shin's voice was velvet over skin. His lips wrapped tightly, teeth grazing just slightly this time.
Yuki screamed into the mattress.
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END OF CHAPTER : 211 : BASTARD!
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