Gift fic for pinkpapyrus
Title:
Call It Freedom
Pairing/Characters: Subaru/Yasu
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: none
Notes: Thank you to A and P and A again. pinkpapyrus, I hope you like it!
Summary: Subaru and Yasu on vacation, just for a little while.
Yasu stands at the window, looking in the direction of the square with a fascinated expression on his face. There's not anything particularly fascinating out there-a church clock tower, the small (for a castle) castle on the hill, and largely deserted cobblestone streets-but it's Yasu, who finds the most ordinary of things captivating.
Subaru lies on the bed, and instead of the scenery, he watches Yasu. He's fascinated too, by Yasu's soft smile and wide eyes and the two of them being here together, in a place where nobody knows their names or understands their language or cares that they're together. Yasu looks so happy here, so free, not caring how he stands out in bright clothes that are fashionable in Japan but bizarre here, or that he has to communicate in broken English with people who don't speak it much better than him. Here, in a place full of nature and culture and history, Yasu feels at home. Subaru doesn't, but he doesn't mind so much, since he's with Yasu.
It takes Yasu a while to notice that he's being watched, and then his smile widens. "Enjoying the view?" he asks.
"Yes," Subaru answers unabashedly. "You?"
Yasu turns back to the window. "Yeah. I love places like this. And I love being here with you." He says it so casually, a casualness Subaru knows isn't feigned. It makes him smile, the way Yasu earnestly loves things, and people too.
"I'm glad we came," he says quietly. Then, "Even if the food sucks."
Yasu laughs at that. He comes to sit on the bed, and Subaru sits up to be closer to him. The church bell chimes twice to mark the half hour. "Thanks for putting up with the bad food to come with me," Yasu says. It sounds like a joke, but Subaru suspects he means it. It's a prime opportunity for teasing, but he lets it go in the spirit of the moment. Instead, he turns Yasu's head toward him and kisses him.
Yasu gives another soft smile against his lips. He doesn't say anything, just moves closer and kisses Subaru back, gentle, unhurried kissing. The window is wide open with only a filmy white curtain to cover it and the sound of voices drifts up from the street, but it doesn't matter, not here. Subaru lets himself relax, the way he never quite can at home, and abandons himself to the kiss.
Yasu leans him back onto the bed, half on top of him, as they kiss. Subaru fists a hand in his shirt, less to hold him there than as a sort of anchor. Even though they've been together a long time now, Subaru can still easily get lost in the feeling of being with Yasu, especially here. He holds on as the kiss deepens, and Yasu's fingers slide through his hair, light along his scalp.
The church bell rings three times and Subaru starts to undo the creatively-placed buttons on Yasu's shirt until he can slip it off. The feel of Yasu's muscles firm under his hands never gets old. He skims his fingers down down Yasu's back until he squirms, ticklish, then brings them up between them, thumbing a nipple before bringing his hands up to cup Yasu's face.
Yasu's hands shift down to Subaru's sides, pushing up his t-shirt, and they pull apart long enough to take it off. Subaru tugs at Yasu's belt loop on the side and he takes the hint and moves on top of him. He's hard, and Subaru arches up against him and is rewarded with a low groan in his ear. Yasu's lips ghost along his jaw and down to his neck. He sucks at the skin there and it's going to leave a mark, but today, Subaru doesn't care. He shivers at the light scrape of Yasu's teeth and relishes the unfamiliar sensation.
When he's done, Yasu pulls back to take a look, and Subaru can't help but laugh at the satisfied expression on his face. "What?" he asks, a little sheepish.
"Nothing," Subaru says. "I like it."
Yasu beams and presses a quick kiss to his lips before shifting back. One kiss on Subaru's stomach and then he unbuttons Subaru's pants. His hands brush over Subaru's erection through his underwear and he knows what's coming even before Yasu bends down to press his lips in the same spot.
"No teasing," Subaru says, even though he doesn't have to. Yasu pulls his pants and underwear down to his thighs and wraps a hand around the base of his cock. He licks up the bottom and swirls his tongue around the head, slow and thorough. The church bell rings, four high and then five low to mark the hour, and Subaru hums the last note as it chimes and lingers in the air. Then Yasu sucks at the tip of his cock and the hum becomes a moan.
"Don't hold back," Yasu murmurs just before he swallows him down and begins to bob his head enthusiastically. Subaru takes him at his word, not caring if they're traumatizing any passing locals as he moans and urges Yasu on. He hopes none of them understand Japanese, at least, because the vocabulary he's using is not for innocent ears.
He tries to buck his hips up, but Yasu's pinning him down with his free hand, having learned from experience that it's necessary. When Subaru groans impatiently, he obliges by swallowing him down as far as he can, which is quite far, and Subaru moans so loudly he's sure the whole town can hear him.
Just when it's getting really good, Yasu pulls back, hand tightening around the base of Subaru's erection, and Subaru chokes on a curse. "You know it's better if you wait," Yasu reminds him in an incongruously sweet voice.
"Fucker," Subaru mutters, but he knows it's true. Yasu always makes it worth his while.
Yasu pulls Subaru's pants the rest of the way off and then removes his own. The lube comes out of the drawer by the bed where the maid hopefully didn't notice it (although she can't have missed the condoms they forgot on the nightstand). Subaru spreads his legs impatiently and Yasu grins. "I'm getting there."
He takes his time warming up the lube on his fingers even though it's a warm day, like he's not at all impatient. Finally, he trails a finger up Subaru's thigh and pushes it in. Subaru closes his eyes and listens to the birds chirp as Yasu moves his hand slowly, carefully. After a while, he crooks his finger just right and Subaru's moan drowns out the chorus of birds. A second finger follows, and a third, and Subaru’s moans get louder until he barely hears the bell ring once at 5:15.
"Please," he gasps, not caring if he sounds desperate. "Sho-chan." He opens his eyes to Yasu's wicked grin and hunger in his eyes. He wants this just as bad, and Subaru likes the way that feels.
He doesn't have to beg. Yasu quickly pulls his hand away, grabbing a condom and putting it on along with some more lube. Subaru pulls his legs in to his chest and Yasu moves between them, catching Subaru's eyes as the only warning before he thrusts into him.
Subaru cries out, but it doesn't really hurt enough to bother him. He watches Yasu's jaw clench as he fights for control for a few seconds before he starts to move. His thrusts are long and slow and Subaru's so turned on that he almost forgets to breathe. It's a delicious torture when Yasu makes an effort to drag things out, and Subaru lies there and relishes it.
Slowly but surely, Yasu's pace picks up and his thrusts get harder. Subaru spreads his legs to take him in further and Yasu groans, stuttering to a stop for just a second. When he recovers, he reaches to touch Subaru in uneven strokes that don't match his pace. He speeds up abruptly then, and Subaru can tell he's dragged it out too long to be patient.
He doesn’t care, not with Yasu touching him steadily and thrusting in deep and hard and fast. He moans loudly and hears Yasu echo him. They're both coming undone, and Yasu bends down for a kiss that's more gasping against each other's mouths before speeding up even more.
At this angle, it's too much to take, and Subaru's orgasm comes on with surprising speed. He writhes and moans, clutching at midair when he can't decide between reaching for Yasu or holding on to the sheets. Yasu strokes him through it and doesn't stop until Subaru groans and bats his hand away.
Yasu pauses just long enough to shift position and then he's moving again in short, desperate thrusts. Subaru watches through eyes that don't want to stay open as Yasu tenses and groans, and then his face goes slack with desire as he comes, chest heaving.
After, Yasu pulls away reluctantly, tosses the condom into the trash without leaving the bed, and lies down, his legs tangled with Subaru's. Subaru wraps his arms tightly around him and Yasu kisses him, still breathing hard. He's warm and solid and Subaru feels like he could stay this way forever.
"I love you," Yasu whispers into his hair. Subaru's mumbled response is unintelligible, but he's sure Yasu knows what he means.
The bell rings three times and Subaru wonders where 5:30 went. "Let's never leave," he murmurs.
"You know we can't do that," Yasu says without conviction. After a moment, he adds, "You'd get sick of the food anyway."
Subaru's still too drained to laugh, but that gets a smile. "Probably." They both know they could never-and would never really want to-leave everything behind like that, but Subaru still feels the temptation. He pulls Yasu close to him and tells himself that that's all he needs. Maybe one day they'll be free like this all the time, but for now, at least they're together.
They lie like that for a while until Yasu pulls away. Subaru is hurt for a second until he realizes he's just going to stand by the window (which is high enough to not make that indecent). He looks out toward the clock tower and the castle and his expression is more distant now, wistful.
Subaru gets up and stands behind him, arms around Yasu's waist and chin on his shoulder. "Don't worry," he says seriously. "When we get home, I'll moan so loud you'll think you never left."
Yasu laughs harder than the joke really deserves, and turns to face Subaru. "Good," he says, punctuating the comment with a kiss. "That's enough for me." It's not entirely true, but he's smiling, really smiling, and as far as Subaru's concerned, that is enough.
Pairing/Characters: Subaru/Yasu
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: none
Notes: Thank you to A and P and A again. pinkpapyrus, I hope you like it!
Summary: Subaru and Yasu on vacation, just for a little while.
Yasu stands at the window, looking in the direction of the square with a fascinated expression on his face. There's not anything particularly fascinating out there-a church clock tower, the small (for a castle) castle on the hill, and largely deserted cobblestone streets-but it's Yasu, who finds the most ordinary of things captivating.
Subaru lies on the bed, and instead of the scenery, he watches Yasu. He's fascinated too, by Yasu's soft smile and wide eyes and the two of them being here together, in a place where nobody knows their names or understands their language or cares that they're together. Yasu looks so happy here, so free, not caring how he stands out in bright clothes that are fashionable in Japan but bizarre here, or that he has to communicate in broken English with people who don't speak it much better than him. Here, in a place full of nature and culture and history, Yasu feels at home. Subaru doesn't, but he doesn't mind so much, since he's with Yasu.
It takes Yasu a while to notice that he's being watched, and then his smile widens. "Enjoying the view?" he asks.
"Yes," Subaru answers unabashedly. "You?"
Yasu turns back to the window. "Yeah. I love places like this. And I love being here with you." He says it so casually, a casualness Subaru knows isn't feigned. It makes him smile, the way Yasu earnestly loves things, and people too.
"I'm glad we came," he says quietly. Then, "Even if the food sucks."
Yasu laughs at that. He comes to sit on the bed, and Subaru sits up to be closer to him. The church bell chimes twice to mark the half hour. "Thanks for putting up with the bad food to come with me," Yasu says. It sounds like a joke, but Subaru suspects he means it. It's a prime opportunity for teasing, but he lets it go in the spirit of the moment. Instead, he turns Yasu's head toward him and kisses him.
Yasu gives another soft smile against his lips. He doesn't say anything, just moves closer and kisses Subaru back, gentle, unhurried kissing. The window is wide open with only a filmy white curtain to cover it and the sound of voices drifts up from the street, but it doesn't matter, not here. Subaru lets himself relax, the way he never quite can at home, and abandons himself to the kiss.
Yasu leans him back onto the bed, half on top of him, as they kiss. Subaru fists a hand in his shirt, less to hold him there than as a sort of anchor. Even though they've been together a long time now, Subaru can still easily get lost in the feeling of being with Yasu, especially here. He holds on as the kiss deepens, and Yasu's fingers slide through his hair, light along his scalp.
The church bell rings three times and Subaru starts to undo the creatively-placed buttons on Yasu's shirt until he can slip it off. The feel of Yasu's muscles firm under his hands never gets old. He skims his fingers down down Yasu's back until he squirms, ticklish, then brings them up between them, thumbing a nipple before bringing his hands up to cup Yasu's face.
Yasu's hands shift down to Subaru's sides, pushing up his t-shirt, and they pull apart long enough to take it off. Subaru tugs at Yasu's belt loop on the side and he takes the hint and moves on top of him. He's hard, and Subaru arches up against him and is rewarded with a low groan in his ear. Yasu's lips ghost along his jaw and down to his neck. He sucks at the skin there and it's going to leave a mark, but today, Subaru doesn't care. He shivers at the light scrape of Yasu's teeth and relishes the unfamiliar sensation.
When he's done, Yasu pulls back to take a look, and Subaru can't help but laugh at the satisfied expression on his face. "What?" he asks, a little sheepish.
"Nothing," Subaru says. "I like it."
Yasu beams and presses a quick kiss to his lips before shifting back. One kiss on Subaru's stomach and then he unbuttons Subaru's pants. His hands brush over Subaru's erection through his underwear and he knows what's coming even before Yasu bends down to press his lips in the same spot.
"No teasing," Subaru says, even though he doesn't have to. Yasu pulls his pants and underwear down to his thighs and wraps a hand around the base of his cock. He licks up the bottom and swirls his tongue around the head, slow and thorough. The church bell rings, four high and then five low to mark the hour, and Subaru hums the last note as it chimes and lingers in the air. Then Yasu sucks at the tip of his cock and the hum becomes a moan.
"Don't hold back," Yasu murmurs just before he swallows him down and begins to bob his head enthusiastically. Subaru takes him at his word, not caring if they're traumatizing any passing locals as he moans and urges Yasu on. He hopes none of them understand Japanese, at least, because the vocabulary he's using is not for innocent ears.
He tries to buck his hips up, but Yasu's pinning him down with his free hand, having learned from experience that it's necessary. When Subaru groans impatiently, he obliges by swallowing him down as far as he can, which is quite far, and Subaru moans so loudly he's sure the whole town can hear him.
Just when it's getting really good, Yasu pulls back, hand tightening around the base of Subaru's erection, and Subaru chokes on a curse. "You know it's better if you wait," Yasu reminds him in an incongruously sweet voice.
"Fucker," Subaru mutters, but he knows it's true. Yasu always makes it worth his while.
Yasu pulls Subaru's pants the rest of the way off and then removes his own. The lube comes out of the drawer by the bed where the maid hopefully didn't notice it (although she can't have missed the condoms they forgot on the nightstand). Subaru spreads his legs impatiently and Yasu grins. "I'm getting there."
He takes his time warming up the lube on his fingers even though it's a warm day, like he's not at all impatient. Finally, he trails a finger up Subaru's thigh and pushes it in. Subaru closes his eyes and listens to the birds chirp as Yasu moves his hand slowly, carefully. After a while, he crooks his finger just right and Subaru's moan drowns out the chorus of birds. A second finger follows, and a third, and Subaru’s moans get louder until he barely hears the bell ring once at 5:15.
"Please," he gasps, not caring if he sounds desperate. "Sho-chan." He opens his eyes to Yasu's wicked grin and hunger in his eyes. He wants this just as bad, and Subaru likes the way that feels.
He doesn't have to beg. Yasu quickly pulls his hand away, grabbing a condom and putting it on along with some more lube. Subaru pulls his legs in to his chest and Yasu moves between them, catching Subaru's eyes as the only warning before he thrusts into him.
Subaru cries out, but it doesn't really hurt enough to bother him. He watches Yasu's jaw clench as he fights for control for a few seconds before he starts to move. His thrusts are long and slow and Subaru's so turned on that he almost forgets to breathe. It's a delicious torture when Yasu makes an effort to drag things out, and Subaru lies there and relishes it.
Slowly but surely, Yasu's pace picks up and his thrusts get harder. Subaru spreads his legs to take him in further and Yasu groans, stuttering to a stop for just a second. When he recovers, he reaches to touch Subaru in uneven strokes that don't match his pace. He speeds up abruptly then, and Subaru can tell he's dragged it out too long to be patient.
He doesn’t care, not with Yasu touching him steadily and thrusting in deep and hard and fast. He moans loudly and hears Yasu echo him. They're both coming undone, and Yasu bends down for a kiss that's more gasping against each other's mouths before speeding up even more.
At this angle, it's too much to take, and Subaru's orgasm comes on with surprising speed. He writhes and moans, clutching at midair when he can't decide between reaching for Yasu or holding on to the sheets. Yasu strokes him through it and doesn't stop until Subaru groans and bats his hand away.
Yasu pauses just long enough to shift position and then he's moving again in short, desperate thrusts. Subaru watches through eyes that don't want to stay open as Yasu tenses and groans, and then his face goes slack with desire as he comes, chest heaving.
After, Yasu pulls away reluctantly, tosses the condom into the trash without leaving the bed, and lies down, his legs tangled with Subaru's. Subaru wraps his arms tightly around him and Yasu kisses him, still breathing hard. He's warm and solid and Subaru feels like he could stay this way forever.
"I love you," Yasu whispers into his hair. Subaru's mumbled response is unintelligible, but he's sure Yasu knows what he means.
The bell rings three times and Subaru wonders where 5:30 went. "Let's never leave," he murmurs.
"You know we can't do that," Yasu says without conviction. After a moment, he adds, "You'd get sick of the food anyway."
Subaru's still too drained to laugh, but that gets a smile. "Probably." They both know they could never-and would never really want to-leave everything behind like that, but Subaru still feels the temptation. He pulls Yasu close to him and tells himself that that's all he needs. Maybe one day they'll be free like this all the time, but for now, at least they're together.
They lie like that for a while until Yasu pulls away. Subaru is hurt for a second until he realizes he's just going to stand by the window (which is high enough to not make that indecent). He looks out toward the clock tower and the castle and his expression is more distant now, wistful.
Subaru gets up and stands behind him, arms around Yasu's waist and chin on his shoulder. "Don't worry," he says seriously. "When we get home, I'll moan so loud you'll think you never left."
Yasu laughs harder than the joke really deserves, and turns to face Subaru. "Good," he says, punctuating the comment with a kiss. "That's enough for me." It's not entirely true, but he's smiling, really smiling, and as far as Subaru's concerned, that is enough.