Cynosure
A puzzleshipping drabble fic written by pearletudes
The feeling of being bare, exposed, naked—the likes to describe what Yugi couldn't point out as he was waiting for someone, alone in his bed with his body pressed against the mattress. It felt weakening to be this inept. It never occurred in his mind that he wanted to be this close with someone. Perhaps this was a matter of intrusion, but could it be blamed? The light from his bedside lamp was dimmed to mimic a milieu that felt more personal than ever. The bed sheets tucked on his bed preoccupied him with thoughts about how this night would lead him. Taking someone home for the night has been driving him anxious for the last hour. “Yugi?" He propped his head to the direction where he was called, humming a reply as he sat up to meet the other body on the other side of the room: Atem, in his bare slender but defined physique, standing at the doorframe of his bathroom. “I’m ready now. I hope you are too.” Yugi nodded along, sighing as he positioned himself to kneel down. He felt nervous doing so as Atem's presence became intermittently closer. Yugi kept his head down, stricken with silence as he let the compulsion of his decisions unveil before him. He knows none of the things that will be said, done, and felt would mean nothing. This was their agreement, at least to hus knowledge. Who was he to demand from his best friend?" “No, don't do that. I don’t mean for you to be on your knees for me." Atem mused on as he sunk his knees, crawling across the sheets of his bed. “It’s okay. You can lay down and do nothing for the whole night. It’s all on me. Let me take care of you.” He held both of his arms, effectively laying him down, gently and slowly as possible. A lover without a place to name. Yugi thought as he breathed in, relieved that Atem knew he needed all the time to comprehend what was happening. “Aren’t you going to turn off the lights?” Yugi watches the slightest curves of lights pass through his shoulders blades, admiring him even in shallow sight. He looked heavenly from being under him, even in the littlest of movement. He wishes he could hide from him like a scheming child in a game of hide and seek to save face. “On your first?” Atem snickered, pecking his forehead. “I would rather not give you a hard time for that. Besides, I want to look at you.” “But you are looking at me, hm?” “I am, but I want to see what you’ll look like when I’m taking my time knowing your body.” “I’m really nervous,” Yugi latched his arms around Atem's shoulders with his hands meeting on his nape. “Promise you won’t get too excited, okay? I don’t think I can handle this right away. You’re a little big for me.” “Is that so?,” With one hand out, Atem reaches for Yugi's arm, peppering the digits of his hands from his forearm with warm kisses to ease him. “I know that. You don’t need to worry, alright? We have all the time to know what works, and maybe tomorrow, we can have another one.” "Atem—” “I promise to listen to you and to slow down, of course.” Atem drags the sheets of his bed, their bodies wrapped around the gliding fabric. He leans in closer to the other’s smallness, his head slithering to his ears afterward. “Now, look at me as if I’m the only person who can call your name. That I'm the only one who can claim you as mine." Yugi felt his eyes waver directly to Atem's eyes. The eyes that had gentleness in them despite the desire lowly registering in his voice. He knew he was vulnerable to Atem.
He couldn’t bear his reasons against his command, not with Atem's bare warmthness pressing against him, nor the path of kisses starting to run to his neck.
Notes
This is an exercise on writing intimate scenes. It's been a while since I was able to. Also, everything is in between the lines in this story, and the rest is up to speculation. Do I see them being in a situationship? Oh god, likely.
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