*

Skin pressed against heated skin. Satisfied but not quite content.

Youhei curled against Hanamichi's back as he slept, nose rubbing against the sweaty short hairs sticking up at the back of his neck in little red spikes. He traced the demarcation line between reddened skin and red hair as he used his tongue to draw a long, wet, stripe from corded muscle, to bone -- from bone to muscle -- from muscle to the dry, cotton taste of pillow cover. He pulled back as Hanamichi murmured quietly, shifted, then went still.

Stealing back a few inches of the pillow stolen from him, Youhei rested his cheek on a linty corner. Then, after a few moments of contemplation, he leant back in to lap gently at the sweat trails running over and around the bump of spine at the juncture of Hanamichi's neck and the begining swell of sturdy shoulders.

Hanamichi didn't even twitch.

Youhei sighed a little and pressed his forehead in the hollow between Hanamichi's shoulder blades. Then shrugged mentally. Hanamichi might sleep like the dead, but he will wake up eventually.

Chill air tickled and dimpled his still damp skin, and Youhei squirmed closer, with the hope of sharing some warmth, if not part of the blanket Hanamichi has stolen along with the pillow. Again. But intent as he was on finding sleep, Youhei found himself distracted by the hard hill of bone at Hanamichi's neck. He ran his teeth over it, and lower, and soon, he occupied himself with running his tongue in lazy patterns around, over and ever so slowly, slowly down the long line of Hanamichi's spine.

Little nips at a rib, and soft mouthing against a small mound of muscle... Youhei alternated between nuzzlings and harder nibblings until he found himself licking the still wet semen trickling down the back of Hanamichi's thighs.

A little further down, then back up to the source. Youhei climbed back up the miles of broad muscle and bumpy bone so that he could position his hips, just so, and slide himself home.

Low -- nearly subsonic and completely toe curling-- vibrations of laughter tickled his chest as he rubbed in closer. Since Youhei couldn't reach Hanamichi's ear, he settled for biting Hanamichi's shoulder. A mild reprimand for pretending sleep.

"You still want more?"

Youhei bit Hanamichi again, a little harder.

Hanamichi chuckled quietly, his long arm snaking back and pulling Youhei in more firmly against him. "Alright."

Was this their third? Fourth? Youhei couldn't remember and couldn't find it in himself to care as he wrapped his arm tightly around Hanamichi's waist and ground against him.

Hanamichi's hand on his hip was oddly gentle and Youhei snarled, vengefully chewed the well-bitten bit of flesh between his teeth as he came.

Later, after he finally pulled out, they lay side-by-side, staring up at the ceiling. And Hanamichi rolled himself over Youhei, eyes crinkled up at the corners even though he didn't seem to be laughing. Much. He lowered his head until their foreheads touched and all Youhei saw were Hanamichi's eyes blurring together into a weird, segmented bug-eye.

As they stared at each other fuzzily, the corners of the bug-eye crinkled up even more, seemingly satisfied about something. Youhei almost frowned as hot breath puffed wetly across his mouth. Then, with nothing said, Hanamichi buried his face against Youhei's neck. Bit once. And then settled himself to sleep. Youhei stared up at the ceiling for a very long time, squashed, but too comfortable to make Hanamichi move.

-end.

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