{Awakening}
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He thinks he knows what's coming next, but the second ship's fighter couldn't have been more wrong. Instead of relaxation, he gets more excitement to pool in the pit of his stomach, and to churn at his insides. Gareki knows that what he's doing is torture, right? That it's entirely too cruel to let Yogi, currently handicapped, do nothing but watch as the young thief pleases himself, when all he wants to do is help.
And that it would be too much to ask of Yogi to not absolutely ravish the brunette's body when next they saw each other.
The blonde does what he can, though, and gently arches his back to press his groin into Gareki's backside. Lavender eyes are glued on teasing fingers, which kneed and work at the sensitive flesh -- and Yogi, despite everything, finds himself blushing. He has embarrassing thoughts now, too, things like so that's how fast he likes it, or he grips it harder than I would've thought.
Needless to say, Yogi's biting his lip for all the right reasons. "Gareki," he obeys the command he's given. "Gareki," he offers again, "Gareki," and again. Three times is the charm, however, and now he manages to get something else from the back of his throat. "I want you."
