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Yato blinks awake, vision hazy from sleep. His skin is tingling and he shifts on the futon, rolling onto his side, almost crushing Yukine in the process. Yukine whose face is pressed into the pillows, whose blond hair is a mess. The image makes the god smile, head groggy. He doesn’t really remember falling asleep, doesn’t remember much after the fourth beer Daikoku had given him.
He was never one to hold his liquor well.
The god pushes himself up onto his elbows, survey’s the room in the early morning haze. Everything seems to be in place, the desk in the corner Yukine uses to study at, the lamp situated next to it, the light still on. Blue eyes fall onto a familiar pile of clothes, light blue and grey, a lump of black and white. Yato sits upright, back going straight, tugging the comforter off of the blonds sleeping form.
He’s slow to turn, muscles stiff in his low back.
Yukine’s shirtless, face nuzzling into the pillow, shoulders shifting some at the sudden removal of warmth.
Yato squirms just a bit, face tinged red, because he knows.
He knows and he wants to pretend he doesn’t, wants to sit in denial a bit more. The god moves, tugs the blankets a bit farther down, inspecting himself. He has boxers on, which is a good sign, a plus in his mind.
Maybe it had just felt hot? He tries to tell himself, tries to explain why he’s sitting in bed in nothing but boxers and Yukine…
Yukine…
His head snaps to the side and he lifts the thin comforter up, slow and careful, doesn’t want to wake the teen.
The blanket drops back down, throat going tight and his head jerks towards the door to the room.
Yato is actually terrified right now, scared that Daikoku is going to come flying into the spare room at any minute.
Yukine is naked.
Yukine is naked and lying next to a mostly naked Yato.
He’s starting to panic, a bubble rising in his chest because he doesn’t remember. The blond has made it loud and clear in the past that if they were to share a bed Yato had to wear his shirt and pants and –
“Fuck…” The god hisses out, hands clammy. He wipes them on the comforter, shifts on the futon, kneels over Yukine to grab his clothes.
He freezes mid-stretch, muscle seizing up.
There’s a small bottle, clear and cap popped open sitting just to the side of the futon.
Yato’s expression drops and he looks over at the door again, at the window and everywhere else in the room. This can’t be happening, this has to be some kind of sick joke, something to get back at him for being –
His curiosity is winning and he drops his arm, places a knee on either side of the teen’s sleeping form.
If they had…
He’d be able to tell…right?
Yato looks up, blue eyes wide and taking in Yukine’s face. He can tell he’s sound asleep, can feel the light hum of it in the back of his mind. He shifts the blankets, nudges them down to where they’re covering Yukine’s feet and out of the way. A sense of nervousness makes him slow in his movements, has him staring down at the naked form before him.
The raven reaches a hand up and rubs the back of his neck, remembers scolding the other for almost doing the exact same thing to Hiyori.
He feels a bit guilty now.
Yato doesn’t move for a good minute, continues to kneel over Yukine, blue eyes watching, almost waiting to see if the other would wake. He contemplates pulling his clothes back on and going back to sleep, or even leaving the room. Part of him feels like that’s the more appropriate thing to do.
Except… Yato knows he’s not always appropriate, even when he means well.
The god leans forward, holds himself up with one hand by Yukine’s hip, places his other against the blond’s rear. He hesitates then, blue eyes darting up just in case. The teen’s skin is stupidly warm and way too soft – it makes his mind dart off in a different direction for a split second. The raven watches his regalia’s face, pressed up against a pillow, serene and still clearly asleep. Yato bites at his lower lip and slides his fingers between Yukine’s legs, against his hole and presses lightly. The blond’s brows knit together lightly, hips shifting against the futon.
“Fuck…” Yato breathes the word out. He feels almost no resistance, only a slick sensation that is very much like - He pulls his hand back, tries not to actually think about it.
He’s fucked.
Yukine’s been fucked.
Yato’s going to be fucked when Daikoku finds out, because that man seems to know when he’s messed up. He turns his head and looks back at the door to the room. He really thinks he needs to get dressed and high tail it out of there.
Except,
He has this nagging sensation that this wasn’t all his fault.
The raven looks back down at Yukine, at his shoulders and the way his face is pressed into the pillow. He wonders how this happened, how the blond had agreed to…
With him… because he knows that he wouldn’t force the other, knows that Yukine wouldn’t be sleeping so peacefully if he hadn’t been willing.
Yato looks over at the small bottle next to the futon, reaches for it. Its slick feeling, much like the teen’s entrance had been and he squints, tries to read the faded label on it. The writing is too worn and the room is still too dark.
The sun hasn’t quite started to rise.
The god looks back at messy blond hair, wonders – He shakes his head, tries to dislodge the thought. When it doesn’t go anywhere, when more start to populate in his mind, he frowns. Yukine is still very much asleep, he can feel the hum reverberating in the back of his mind, pleased and content and it makes him realize something.
Yato thinks it’s a post orgasm hum.
He frowns, more at himself then at anything else. He should have noticed that when he woke up, should have realized why his skin was tingling so much. He kind of also hates that he wishes he could remember.
The god pours a little bit of the oil onto his index and middle finger, places the bottle back on the floor. He moves one knee to between Yukine’s legs, leans back over the teen. Yato is slow and easy with his movements, places his clean hand on the others behind again.
He likes how it feels, soft and plump and squishy, gives a light squeeze before he pulls, spreading Yukine open.
Yato has to bite his bottom lip to keep quiet, to keep from babbling something and waking the other. He finds the sight of his regalia’s puckered hole stupidly arousing, find that the thought that he’s already had his dick there even more so. The raven presses lightly against it with his index finger and really, really thinks it’s hot when there’s no resistance, when it slides in nice and easy. He can feel himself start to swell in his boxers, can feel a familiar pressure growing.
Yukine shifts just a bit, pulls the pillow closer to his face.
Yato grins, wonders how far he can go before the teen wakes up. He pushes his finger in deeper, slides it back out and adds the second one. He’s still met with no resistance and it makes his blood rush, gives him this dizzying sensation. If Yukine is this loose…
The blond squirms a bit, hips shifting and leg moving up on the futon, trying to get comfortable again.
The angle actually works in Yato’s favor.
He slides his fingers in deeper, rubbing and teasing.
“…oh wow…” The words are breathless and Yato can’t help himself, blue eyes glowing in the morning twilight. There’s a light flush spreading across Yukine’s cheeks, brows knitting together. The sight goes straight to the raven’s own arousal.
He slides his fingers out and pushes them back in, contemplates waking the blond up now.
Except
Yato doesn’t have to, he presses against the teen’s prostate watches him squirm on the bed, head popping up off the pillow. Golden eyes blink, confused and Yato pushes his fingers in again.
“Ohmygod!” Yukine rasps, hips rutting back into the sensation.
“Yes?” Yato gives a small laugh, voice strained.
“…t’fuck… are you…doing?” Yukine goes to push himself up, tries to turn around to look at the dark haired male. He’s met with a hand pressing against the small of his back, pushing him back down.
“Touching you.” Yato slides his fingers out, pushes them back in, rubs against the blond’s prostate. “Is it good?” He asks because he knows it is, can feel it in the back of his mind, a sudden stream of ‘Oh god Yato – what’re you doing? Fuck I ache you asshole!’
“Are you seriously-ngh! Asking?” Yukine makes an attempt to sit up again, is pressed back down. He makes a frustrated sound, one that the god finds way to pleasing.
“Well – yeah – I don’t…” Yato trails off, slides his fingers around, scissoring the other, amazed at how easy the blond opens up, how lose he actually is. He swallows down his embarrassment. “I don’t remember doing it before…”
He waits, tries to hear what Yukine is thinking, for some kind of shock.
“You were drunk.” The blond stops trying to get up, instead rolls his hips so that Yato has easier access. The action makes the raven hesitate, blue eyes darting up. The teen has his face pressed into the pillow, hair an untidy mess, shoulders tense.
“I’ve gathered that.” Yato presses against the others prostate, teasing. “I just don’t…”
Yukine makes a strangled noise, muffled by the pillow. His thoughts are a scattered mess of the god’s name and fuckfuckfuck, I’m sore, please, I don’t think I can cum again, shitshitshit.
Yato listens, lips curling up, curious.
He slides his fingers out, reaches for the oil.
Yukine’s body relaxes beneath him. The teen doesn’t try and move this time, keeps his face pressed into the pillow.
“I’m sorry…” The words are muffled, obscured by the bedding.
“For what?” Yato asks, pushes his boxers down. He’s stupidly hard now, strokes himself a couple of times, blue eyes on Yukine’s form. He really kind of hates that they’re not facing each other, but figures he can remedy that shortly. The raven puts a little bit of oil on his palm, spreads it over his dick.
“Yukine?” Yato wipes his hands on the futon, takes hold of the blond’s ass, spreading him open again. “What’re you s’rry for?” His words tumble out as he presses the tip against the teen’s hole, doesn’t push in just yet.
He wants to though.
“Imadeyoudoit!” Yukine’s hips are tilting up, he’s pushing back against Yato’s hands, trying to press himself down onto the god.
“Made me?” Yato pushes in, the head, revels in how good and warm his regalia feels. “You… didn’t make me do anything…” His words are coming out breathless and he really wants to push in the rest of the way.
Yukine shakes his head, hands fisting at the futon because it feels stupidly good to be penetrated and yet he aches so much already. “Yato!” He pushes his hips back, muscles twitching around the tip inside him. “You…”
“Tell me Yu-ki-ne.” The god is teasing, words airy. He pushes just a bit more in, bites at his lower lip from how it feels.
“You were drunk so I kept thinking about us doing it just because and you weren’t get stung or hurt! Didn’t think you could hear me at first!” The blond is babbling, hands tugging at the fabric below them, blunt nails digging in. “So we… three times…” He gasps out, breathy.
Yato pushes himself in deep at this, leans over and presses his chest to Yukine’s back. He licks at the blond’s ear, nips at the lobe. “Three times?” He rolls his hips, likes the angle, likes how deep he is.
Yukine nods, eyes squeezed shut.
“You must be so sore…” Yato lifts his hips just a bit, drops them back down. He revels in the soft gasp the teen gives, repeats the action. “No wonder you were so loose and open…”
Yukine presses his hips up, moves his legs to get a better angle. He makes a noise in his throat, breaths in deeply through his nose.
“Say it out loud.” Yato is kissing the back of his neck, hands wrapping around the blonds hips, holding him in place.
“Why?” Yukine shakes his head, tries to move his legs, squirms underneath the god. “You already know-Hah!”
The raven rolls his hips back, pulling out almost all the way. He’s starting to throb, to actually ache and he doesn’t know how long he can actually continue teasing. “I want to hear it.” Yato bites lightly, slides his hands from Yukine’s hips to his ass, spreading him open.
The teen just makes a strangled sound, can feel his feet trapped in the blankets. He grabs at the futon again, tries to push himself back. He feels so sore and yet he’s starting to shake, eager to feel Yato inside him again and again and –
“Fuck me Yato.” The words tumble out and there’s a bit of a high pitched note to his voice, one that makes him flush with embarrassment.
“You’re wish has been heard.” The raven breathes the words out against Yukine’s ear, pushes himself in hard, can feel the teen slide up a little on the futon.
“Ohmygod,” The teen feels like he’s seeing stars, wants to scold the other for saying that. His thoughts suddenly scatter as Yato pushes himself in deeper, a small roll of his hips, cock rubbing against the blond’s prostate.
An arm slides between Yukine and the futon, lifting him up and before he can fully grasp what’s happening he’s on his knees, legs spread, practically sitting on Yato. The arm wrapped around his torso is keeping him from moving, a hand on his hip.
“Your hands… clammy…” He says, breathless, head spinning.
“Going to complain?” Yato licks up his spine, bites at the back of Yukine’s neck. He reaches for the teen’s arousal, strokes it lazily.
“Wait-ohmygod!” The blond’s hips twitch, pulling off of Yato’s dick only to roll back down onto it. He’s sensitive, far too sensitive for this.
“What’s your wish now?” Yato is playing with him, lips teasing and hips staying far too still for Yukine’s taste.
“I want…” He really has to fight to think straight, thoughts scattering with each stroke of his erection. He knows he just needs to say it out loud, knows that Yato can read his thoughts. “I want to face you.” Lips are pressed against his spine, hands holding onto his hips.
The god slowly pulls out, blue eyes fixed on that point.
He’s throbbing, aching and leaking already, wonders how long he’ll be able to last.
Yato flops onto the futon, on his back, tugs Yukine over him. “Wish granted.” He says lightly, leaning up to kiss the teen.
“You dumbass.” Yukine counters, hesitant to straddle the raven. He’s blushing heavily, lips looking a bit swollen from biting them.
“Grant my wish.” Yato is still playing, hands rubbing along the teen’s thighs. “I want you to ride me.”
“What?! But I ache already!” Orange eyes are glaring down at him.
“Just a little, then I’ll help.” Yato leans up, hands sliding along smooth skin till he’s cupping the blond’s ass, spreading his cheeks. “Please?”
Yukine’s voice catches in his throat as he feels the god pressing into him again. He can feel himself open up instantly, can feel the head slip inside with ease.
If Yato’s going to continue to tease him, he might as well tease back.
Yukine drops himself down hard, reveling in the raven’s gasp, in how his blue eyes widen. “Fine.” He says, words airy. “Give me your hands though.” He takes them from his behind, doesn’t wait for an answer, laces their fingers together.
“Thought you didn’t like my hands.” Yato smiles, a goofy grin that is wiped from his face when Yukine lifts up. He presses against the others hands, uses them to support himself as he drops back down.
“Shut –ha – up…” Yukine snaps back, brows knitting together as he lifts up, slides down just a little. He doesn’t complete the action, pulls back up half way, hesitates. He aches and feels overly sensitive each time he drops back down, each time Yato fills him up. Yukine bites at his bottom lip, wants to close his eyes at the sensation.
He starts to slide back down, slow and easy, watches the god’s face when he’s fully seated again.
“Tell me…” Yato’s breathless, gives a light squeeze to the teen’s hands. “What did we do – while I was drunk?” He pushes his hips up just a bit, wants to take control again.
“What we did?” Yukine leans forward just a bit, lifts his hips half way and slides back down, tries to create a slow and easy rhythm. He’s thinking about it now, about how hurried Yato had been, how he had ran into the room and slammed the door shut behind him.
“I was eager?” Yato tries to laugh except it comes out as a moan, breathy and it makes Yukine’s insides twist eagerly.
“Y-Yeah…” He says, hips pulling up and dropping back down a hair too fast. Orange eyes cross and are squeezed shut, he’s too used and too open for this.
It makes him ache for it even more.
The raven rolls his hips up, pushing himself a hair deeper, likes the sight of his regalia above him, on him. He licks at his lower lip, wants to kiss the other. “What made me eager?” Yato is pretty sure he knows the answer.
“I was thinking…” The blond trails off, eyes still shut, brows knitting together.
The god is given a lovely image of Yukine lying on the futon, of himself kneeling over him, cock out and slipping past the teen’s lips. He makes a sound in the back of his throat, pulls his hands from the teen’s, reaches up and threads them through messy blond hair. Yato tugs him down, so that he’s lying atop him.
“Did we do that or were you thinking that?” The words are whispered against Yukine’s lips, are followed by a tongue lapping at them.
Yato really wants to kiss.
“Both…” The blond breaths out, eyes cracking open just a bit. Yato is a sight to see, cheeks flushed and blue eyes practically glowing in the twilight. His hair’s a mess against the pillow and there’s a flush creeping up his neck. “You kneeled over me and just took it out, you looked like you were going to cry if I didn’t do anything.” Yato actually laughs at this, a low chuckle that slips out. He slides his hands down Yukine’s back, over his sides, fingers digging into the teen’s hips.
He lifts him up, slow, watches Yukine’s expression as he slides him back down. “What else… did we… do?” Yato is breathless, hips rolling up as he pulls the other down.
For a moment there’s nothing but a constant stream of sound, of tingling sensations and yesyesyes fuck Yato theretherethere s’good so good
Yukine’s eyes are squeezed shut, lips parted and puffs of air are coming out. He’s slid up again, rolls his hips to push himself back down. The second Yato is fully seated inside him again he pulls up, drops back down.
“…Yukine…” The god says it this time, voice strained, tries to get the teen’s attention.
Orange eyes crack open on the upstroke, widen as he drops back down. It’s obvious that the angle is good, that the other is pressing against his prostate again. Yukine can’t seem to form words, not when he’s being stoked internally, not at the easy pace Yato has them in. He claws at the futon again, at the fabric of the bedding.
“We…” fuckfuck sore s’good “You…” The blond’s thoughts are flying in every which direction, are flooding the gods mind and he squirms suddenly, gets an image of the teen lapping at his dick, of him having cumed in his mouth. There’s a flash of Yukine on his back, fingers slipping inside him, shirt pushed up and pants around his ankles.
Yato likes the image, wants to sit with it a bit longer, except the next thing he gets is himself pushing in, pants pushed down mid-thigh, shirt and jacket removed. Yukine is lying on his back, leg hooked around his hip and there’s slight tears in his eyes and -
“Fuck you were tight weren’t you…” Yato breaths this out, cock pushing in deep. The teen twitches above him, a gasp slipping out. He aches so much, is so sore and the raven just keeps pushing into him, is pressing repeatedly against his prostate. He doesn’t know if he can cum again, if he has any seed left to squeeze out.
Yato rolls his hips up, is controlling the pace and the angle now, hands on Yukine’s hips, directing him. It feels too good, amazing and the teen is so open and easy to push into. He tries to imagine how many times they fucked for that to happen, how much he’d have to push inside, slow and agonizingly deep. The god pushes his hips up, buries himself inside the teen, hands sliding up to thread into blond strands.
“Keep thinking.” The words are breathless and airy, are whispered against lips. Yato wants to do nothing more but to kiss his regalia till he can’t think. He grinds up into the body above him, fingers tugging lightly at the pale locks.
He pokes his tongue out, licks at Yukine’s lower lip before sealing their lips together. They kiss for a moment and it’s nothing but tongue and lips and the teen is quivering, hips squirming and muscles twitching around the dick pressed inside him. He needs movement, needs – Yukine finds himself on his back, makes a broken sound at the shift.
He stares up at Yato, orange eyes dark and lips red.
The god whines, actually whines at the mental image he’s being given, at the sight of Yukine before him. The blond has to be doing this on purpose, is recalling the most obscene things possible. He places his hands on either side of the teen’s head, shifts his hips and pulls out, pushes back in. Yato’s being given images of the other on his knees, ass in the air and legs spread wide. He can see himself slowly pushing his dick in, hands spreading him open.
“You like that?” Yukine’s voice is choked, hand reaching up and tucking a strand of dark hair behind Yato’s ear. The god just nods, is leaning down and pressing their chests together, wants to be as close as possible.
“Too much.” He’s pressing his lips against Yukine’s collarbone, against the splash of red on pale skin.
The teen has to close his eyes, spine going taught as he tries to push back, to meet with the quickening pace. He wraps his arms around the raven, fingers curling into dark strands. There’s a hand slipping beneath him, lifting his hips just a bit.
Yukine opens his mouth, a moan coming out, much too loud and Yato panics, presses their lips together to try and swallow the sound up. He does his best to keep with the angle, to keep pressing into that very spot.
Fuck-yato hurtshurtshurts s’good oh god oh my god mygod yatogod yato
He can’t help but smile at Yukine’s thoughts, at the constant stream of his name and the word god. He’s getting close, is going to cum from the pace and the sensation. The blond tugs at his hair, pulls his head so that their lips are barely touching.
Yukine gasps, moans again as his body jerks, cock twitching and just a dribble of fluid seeping out. Yato takes the kiss, hips rolling and pushing himself back in, can feel the boys muscles sucking him in, making it damn near impossible for him to pull out. He cums like that, pushed in deep and hips jerking as he rides the sensation out.
It takes him a long time to come down, a smack to the back of his head to actually pull out.
“Come on, I hurt and just!” Yukine is glaring at him, cheeks red. He’s embarrassed, horribly embarrassed and Yato smiles at this, dazed and body throbbing from the endorphins. He pushes himself up, flops down on his side and tugs the teen closer, nuzzles his neck.
“You smell like sweat.”
“You do too.”
“Your hands are sweaty.”
“You like them.” Yato presses a kiss to Yukine’s shoulder, likes the irritated grumbling in the back of his mind. They lie there together for a good while, watching the sun slowly creep into the room, listening to the quiet of the shrine.
“I want a shower.” Yukine says, pushes himself up onto his elbows. A shot of pain runs up his spine and he drops back down, tears collecting in the corners of his eyes. Yato leans over him, blue eyes amused. “Want me to carry you?” He asks, is trying to be genuinely nice.
“Daikoku will ask.”
The very mention of the man’s name causes Yato’s expression to drop, a look of horror crossing his features. “I hope they didn’t hear…” He buries his face into a pillow, squirms atop the futon.
“Why?” Yukine looks over at his clothes, contemplates the effort it’ll take to reach them. He pushes himself up again, is slow and careful in his movements.
“Why?!” Yato whines from the pillow. “Because he’s going to beat me for touching you!”
“Did you not want to?” The blond is tugging his shirt on over his head, lies on his back to try and pull his pants on, forgoing boxers for the moment.
“You’re fourteen!”
“And I’m dead, so I’ll be fourteen for as long as I’m with you.” Yukine looks over at the god, gives him a small smile, “Can you uh… help me stand…” He gives a nervous laugh, embarrassed.
Yato stares at his regalia at that, a small smile spreading across his face. “Yeah, okay, and are you sure you don’t want help?” Yukine is quiet for a second, expression shifting as he thinks about it.
“Okay.” He says, “Just, no more sex, I can’t.”
Yato smiles, sheepish. “Right…” He stands and pulls his pants and shirt on, reaches down to pull the blond up. “You’re going to help me talk to Daikoku right?”
Orange eyes stare back at him, “You tell him and then I’ll protect you like usual.”