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kinkfestTitle: Scented Sheets
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shimyaku
Rating: R
Warnings: allusions to sex
Word count: ~450
Prompt: Only the Ring Finger Knows, Yuuichi/Wataru: school tie - "Everything I own smells of you."
Even after he'd gone his scent lingered on; hanging in the air, permeating everything from his clothes to the mussed sheets still heaped untidily on the bed. Wataru had only just left though, maybe an hour ago, but Yuichi had yet to leave his own room, sitting unmoving on the edge of his mattress. Just thinking - or maybe day-dreaming - about everything, anything, and Wataru.
They'd spent the better part of a weekend holed up in his room, wrapped up in each other's loving arms and enthusiastically neglecting the outside world. And now as he looked around him, Yuichi realised that he could barely see anything without also seeing his younger lover, Wataru's presence seeming to reappear with every thought and every turn of his head. But it was that potent perfume of him that seemed to dominate Kazuki's senses, the mere smell of Wataru's body repeatedly conjuring up some of the most heated moments they'd shared in the past day or so...
Clearing his throat Yuichi shifted awkwardly in his position, trying to relieve some of the pressure between his thighs. That heat in his stomach hadn't relented all weekend, and admittedly he was surprised it hadn't abated at all - Wataru had been strangely insatiable the whole time, too, even being the one who actually initiated their 'play', which was a rare occurrence in itself. He'd also managed to tear his tie and rip a couple of buttons off his school shirt in his initial haste to have Yuichi against him, and he glanced down at the white fabric that hung off his shoulders, idly thinking that he'd have to stitch them back on for school tomorrow.
Raising a hand from his lap, Kazuki brought it to his face and inhaled deeply. Yeah, even his skin was soaked in Wataru's desirable scent, the other boy's smell intermingling with his own, hours worth of their sweat and fluids leaving their mark. Of course he'd had to shower eventually, but not just yet, he wanted to bask in this feeling just a moment or two more. Another short minute was all he needed.
All but throwing the hand back down to his lap, Yuichi scolded himself, wondering what had gotten in to him. Yes, he was in love, totally and completely, but Wataru was the one who stuttered and blushed about things - he was the sentimental one, not Yuichi. He could only suppose this weird feeling would pass, perhaps after he'd gotten a full night's sleep. And then he'd go back to being the confident and over-protective Yuichi that Wataru knew best.
Yes, tomorrow everything would be back to normal he was sure. But he realised, smiling to himself, that his shirt would still smell like Wataru.
Author:
shimyakuRating: R
Warnings: allusions to sex
Word count: ~450
Prompt: Only the Ring Finger Knows, Yuuichi/Wataru: school tie - "Everything I own smells of you."
Even after he'd gone his scent lingered on; hanging in the air, permeating everything from his clothes to the mussed sheets still heaped untidily on the bed. Wataru had only just left though, maybe an hour ago, but Yuichi had yet to leave his own room, sitting unmoving on the edge of his mattress. Just thinking - or maybe day-dreaming - about everything, anything, and Wataru.
They'd spent the better part of a weekend holed up in his room, wrapped up in each other's loving arms and enthusiastically neglecting the outside world. And now as he looked around him, Yuichi realised that he could barely see anything without also seeing his younger lover, Wataru's presence seeming to reappear with every thought and every turn of his head. But it was that potent perfume of him that seemed to dominate Kazuki's senses, the mere smell of Wataru's body repeatedly conjuring up some of the most heated moments they'd shared in the past day or so...
Clearing his throat Yuichi shifted awkwardly in his position, trying to relieve some of the pressure between his thighs. That heat in his stomach hadn't relented all weekend, and admittedly he was surprised it hadn't abated at all - Wataru had been strangely insatiable the whole time, too, even being the one who actually initiated their 'play', which was a rare occurrence in itself. He'd also managed to tear his tie and rip a couple of buttons off his school shirt in his initial haste to have Yuichi against him, and he glanced down at the white fabric that hung off his shoulders, idly thinking that he'd have to stitch them back on for school tomorrow.
Raising a hand from his lap, Kazuki brought it to his face and inhaled deeply. Yeah, even his skin was soaked in Wataru's desirable scent, the other boy's smell intermingling with his own, hours worth of their sweat and fluids leaving their mark. Of course he'd had to shower eventually, but not just yet, he wanted to bask in this feeling just a moment or two more. Another short minute was all he needed.
All but throwing the hand back down to his lap, Yuichi scolded himself, wondering what had gotten in to him. Yes, he was in love, totally and completely, but Wataru was the one who stuttered and blushed about things - he was the sentimental one, not Yuichi. He could only suppose this weird feeling would pass, perhaps after he'd gotten a full night's sleep. And then he'd go back to being the confident and over-protective Yuichi that Wataru knew best.
Yes, tomorrow everything would be back to normal he was sure. But he realised, smiling to himself, that his shirt would still smell like Wataru.
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