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SEND ME A ✿ AND I’LL GENERATE A NUMBER. 44. AND THEN THERE’S TONGUE

They’re alone in the house, which was supposed to have been great for their study plans but was really great for their kissing sessions.

Textbooks discarded and left forgotten, Tsubasa languidly kisses his boyfriend while straddling his legs, the two of them seated – well, Yuki seated with Tsubasa on his lap – on the couch. Normally, Yuki would have kicked up more of a fuss in regards to ignoring homework, but it had been a while since they could just enjoy being like this together, so Tsu believes he had decided to wait until after they were both kissed out.

It would probably definitely take a while, but he’s certain Yuki isn’t too upset about it.

Tsubasa’s hands are holding himself up, keeping most of his weight off of Yuki. After all, he wouldn’t want to crush his boyfriend, or restrict the blood flow to ( ahem ) to his legs. He can feel the texture of the fabric of the couch on the palms of his hands, and he can also feel Yuki’s hands grasping at his shoulders, holding tightly as they continued to move toward and away from each other, heartbeats fluttering in their ears.

It’s glorious, this feeling, but it leaves him wanting more – wanting to taste more of Yuki, to hear his pants fill the air, to devour him so fully.

He wants, so very badly that he almost aches.

And then there’s tongue.

It’s messy, and there’s moans and groans that fill the air ( and he soaks up every last one Yuki makes and tries to make him make them again ), but he can taste the sweet, vanilla cake Tsubasa had brought over as a gift, still in his mouth, and it’s as if they’ve spent hours yet only minutes connecting with each other, breathing for each other as they steal the air from each others’ lungs.

Eventually, they part, both flushed and panting a little heavily, and Tsu has to make sure that he’s holding himself high enough that Yuki can’t tell just how, ah, excited he is ( even if he might not be alone ).

And, of course, Yuki recovers first.

“There’s not enough bribery in the world to make me forget about our homework,” states Yuki, and it’s a challenge as much as it’s a mild reproach, and Tsubasa lets out a breathy laugh as he smirks.

“Wan’a bet?” he asks and then leans in again to bribe him some more.

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