The world was quiet.
Warm.
Still trembling.
Yuki wasn't sure when his eyes had fluttered shut, but now they opened slowly, lashes sticky with leftover tears and sweat. His body ached in strange places—some familiar, some impossibly new—and his heart still hadn't caught up to the storm that had just passed.
He lay there, boneless beneath the sheets, limbs sprawled, throat hoarse, skin damp and glowing. And Shin... Shin was still there too—his body pressed flush against his side, arm draped lazily over Yuki's waist like he had every right to be there. Like he always had.
Yuki's cheeks burned.
Shin's leg was tangled with his, one knee casually nudging between his thighs, like even now, he didn't want to let go of that closeness.
"Stop staring," Yuki mumbled, his voice a scratchy whimper.
"I'm not," Shin said, grinning against Yuki's temple. "I'm admiring."
"B-baka."
"Mm. There's that sweet little voice," Shin hummed, dragging his fingers lightly down Yuki's bare stomach. "You know, I liked it better when you were moaning it."
Yuki's entire face lit up red. "S-shut up!" He tried to turn away, but Shin only rolled with him, easily pinning him onto his back again, grinning wide as he hovered above him, dark hair falling over his eyes like a shadow.
Yuki stared up at him, panting softly.
"You're beautiful," Shin murmured.
Yuki blinked, caught off-guard. "Huh…?"
"That look. Right now." Shin traced his cheek gently. "Messy hair, kiss-swollen lips… flushed like you're still embarrassed even though I've already seen every inch of you."
"D-don't say it like that!" Yuki groaned, hiding his face behind trembling fingers. "You're the worst…"
Shin chuckled, catching both of Yuki's wrists and pinning them above his head with one hand. He leaned down, pressing their foreheads together.
"And yet," he whispered, "you're still here. Still letting me hold you like this. Still calling my name even when I just…"
His eyes flicked lower. Yuki choked.
"Don't—" he whined.
Shin kissed his nose.
Then his cheek.
Then lower—his jaw, his throat, the soft curve just below his ear where Yuki always melted fastest.
And melt he did.
"I-I'm not forgiving you just 'cause you're kissing me," Yuki said breathlessly, shivering when Shin's lips brushed that tender spot again.
Shin pulled back just a little, smirking. "What am I being punished for, exactly? Making you scream my name? Or making you feel so good you cried?"
"I hate you," Yuki whispered, voice shaking.
"No you don't," Shin whispered right back, and kissed him. Soft. Deep. Lingering.
Yuki sighed into it—high and shivery—and when Shin's hand let go of his wrists, they didn't move. He stayed like that, arms overhead, submitting, trembling, eyes fluttering closed as Shin devoured his mouth all over again.
Their bodies pressed together, chest to chest, legs tangled, heat still pulsing low and thick between them like the fire hadn't quite gone out.
When they broke apart, Shin didn't move far. He nuzzled against Yuki's cheek, lips brushing gently.
"I can still feel you," Shin whispered, voice hoarse. "Inside."
Yuki whimpered. "You said you were going slow…"
"I did," Shin murmured. "You still came so hard you screamed."
"Y-you're awful…"
Shin licked his neck.
Yuki shivered violently.
"You're still sensitive," Shin said with a teasing purr. "Wanna test how much?"
"N-no!"
But Shin only chuckled and kissed lower again, tongue flicking briefly over a nipple before Yuki squeaked and shoved his face away.
"Too much! Too much!"
Shin laughed fully this time—genuine, warm, eyes creasing with affection as he finally settled beside Yuki again, pulling the blanket up around them both.
Yuki curled against him, still pouting.
"You're impossible," he muttered into Shin's collarbone.
"You love me."
"No, I don't."
"You moaned Shin like six times. That's basically a confession."
"I did not!"
"You did," Shin said smugly, kissing the crown of Yuki's head. "And I loved every second of it."
Yuki groaned again. "Why are you like this?"
"Because you're cute when you squirm."
"You're disgusting."
"You're blushing."
Yuki shrieked into the sheets, pulling the blanket over his head. "Let me die."
Shin followed him under the blanket, nose bumping into his, lips brushing soft again.
"No dying," he whispered. "Not when I just made you mine again."
Yuki trembled.
His fingers, slow and shy, reached out and touched Shin's chest. Traced the lines of his collarbone. His throat.
"I'm not… used to this," Yuki whispered.
"I know," Shin said, voice low and honest. "But I'll never rush you."
Yuki's eyes searched his. "Even if I… can't keep up?"
Shin kissed his forehead. "I'll carry you."
There was silence then. Soft. Warm.
Shin's fingers traced gentle patterns along Yuki's waist, lazy circles, back and forth. Yuki curled tighter against him, letting himself feel every bit of skin, every heartbeat, every breath. His face pressed against Shin's chest, listening.
"…You're still hard," he whispered eventually, feeling the familiar weight and heat against his stomach.
Shin chuckled darkly. "I was trying to be polite."
Yuki peeked up at him. "You're never polite."
Shin smirked. "Wanna help with it?"
Yuki flushed. "W-wha—?"
Shin leaned closer, lips brushing his ear. "Just a kiss, if you want."
Yuki's breath caught.
Shin pulled back a little. Waiting. Watching. Letting him choose.
Yuki hesitated… then leaned up and kissed him. Gentle. Lingering.
One kiss turned into two. Two became five. Then ten.
Soon, Shin was on top of him again, hips grinding slowly against his, kisses deep and melting, hands roaming but not demanding. Yuki held onto him tightly, nails dragging soft down Shin's back, legs wrapping without even thinking.
Their kisses said everything words couldn't.
That they weren't done. Not yet.
But they also weren't rushing.
They were savoring.
When Shin finally pulled away, both of them breathless, he whispered, "Round two?"
Yuki, dizzy and red-faced, whispered back, "You're insatiable…"
Shin grinned. "Only for you."
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END OF CHAPTER : 213 : STILL YOURS...
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