Cardcaptor Sakura: Touya/Yukito, something I have to tell you
"Yuki...there's something I have to tell you."
He looks gangly and decidedly uncomfortable splayed half on the ground and half on the couch like that, knees tucked up against the back of the red leather upholstery, pink candles flickering little happy dancing shadows around the room.
His hair is pressed flat on the warm tan carpet of the room, and the yellow-gold walls are softly welcoming.
"Yes?"
He is standing at the door, silver strands cascading across his eyes, parting to reveal the faintest flash of pale nose and smiling lips, wireframe glasses a thin lens to focus his down-turned gaze, hands propped on hips, waiting for a reply.
"By the way, this is so sweet, Touya. I didn't know you had it in you."
The subject of his gaze squirms slightly and slides off the couch, jeans clenching tight around his thighs.
Yukito takes three small steps into the room and kneels down to run a hand under Touya's shirt, ignoring his unrestrained moans; pulling the tight shirt out from under the belt around his jeans to reveal his shaped waist has never seemed easier.
"Yu-yuki, I really ha-have to t-tell you some-"
Touya is interrupted by Yuki bending over to pull the shirt over his head, and Touya's stuttered sentence is lost in a flood of curses as Yuki deliberately gets his shirt stuck in his hair.
The bronze-tanned boy sits up and leaves his shirt behind in a pool of white stripes, gazing tender at his fair partner.
"I d-don't know h-how to s-say thi-"
Much as Yuki would like to savour how nervous the usually headstrong Touya is, today he's feeling strange; he doesn't want to give in to Sakura's brother, not now - he wants to take control, he wants to move to the next level even if Touya doesn't want to (but owing to the few times he's been the one giving the orders he knows Touya likes it) and he's going to take charge, right now.
He lifts a leg over and straddles Touya, moving his hands down over the lightly haired chest; his fingers and hands seem to know exactly what they're doing, so he just gives in to a certain voice in his mind and follows whatever it says.
Touya makes a few more strangled attempts at conversation but Yuki's not letting him, always interrupting him with a well-placed, slender finger, or as Touya continues getting more assertive in getting whatever he's trying to say out with his mouth and lips and teeth and tongue and if his partner's getting as turned on as he is right now -
He succeeds in getting Touya's jeans off, forcing them down and keeping him pinned down with strength he didn't know he had, revealing a pulsing, stiff phallus.
"L-look, Yuki-to..." The last syllable is exhaled in some form of sigh, half-moan as Yuki brings his lips down onto Touya's handle, licking and biting and tasting, and any protest Touya might have had is not shown on his face and strictly-tensed torso, his legs stretched and knees locked, white-socked feet pointed outwards parallel to the ground;
"I REALLY NEED TO TELL YOU SOMETHING, OKAY?" He screams and bucks his hips to try to get out of Yuki's clamp - but it fails and his scream changes to one of just, just glory and hot, burning raw, and fluid jets out from the end of his cock and into Yuki's mouth; he's seeing his own semen ooze out from the side of lips that have never taken it this far before, and he can't help but keep surging again and again and again.
When Yuki's basking (after Yukito went to the sink to wash out his mouth - semen is not necessary when actually wishing to talk) in Touya's afterglow he finally lets up on his man. He gazes at Touya, asking silently what he wants to say.
The candles are low on wick, the wax spilling down their stems into the little pots; the room is dimmer, now, the few windows darkened with the onset of night.
"Yuki, why didn't you let me tell you this thing?"