Lines (Subaru/Yasu)
Title: Lines
Pairing: Subaru/Yasu
It’s hard to say when things started to change. Little jokes taken too far, crossing line after line until they don’t know anymore how to define their relationship. It doesn’t matter much, though.
Yasu’s skin is slick under Subaru’s hand, warm and soft. Yasu has chosen jasmine oil and the smell envelops them like a cocoon of steam. It’s not the first time they bathe together, but this is different.
Subaru’s hands rub up and down Yasu’s back soothingly. He digs his fingers gently, kneads the knots in his shoulders and, slowly, he feels Yasu’s muscles relax. A soft sigh escapes Yasu’s lips and his head drops further down. The wet curls on his nape catches Subaru’s eyes and, instinctively, he reaches up to run his fingers through it.
“Mm...” The sound is low and stretched and it makes Subaru’s inside vibrate. Without realising it, he slips his other arm around Yasu’s waist and pulls him closer.
The kiss he lays on the base of Yasu’s neck crosses another line. It’s okay.
Pairing: Subaru/Yasu
It’s hard to say when things started to change. Little jokes taken too far, crossing line after line until they don’t know anymore how to define their relationship. It doesn’t matter much, though.
Yasu’s skin is slick under Subaru’s hand, warm and soft. Yasu has chosen jasmine oil and the smell envelops them like a cocoon of steam. It’s not the first time they bathe together, but this is different.
Subaru’s hands rub up and down Yasu’s back soothingly. He digs his fingers gently, kneads the knots in his shoulders and, slowly, he feels Yasu’s muscles relax. A soft sigh escapes Yasu’s lips and his head drops further down. The wet curls on his nape catches Subaru’s eyes and, instinctively, he reaches up to run his fingers through it.
“Mm...” The sound is low and stretched and it makes Subaru’s inside vibrate. Without realising it, he slips his other arm around Yasu’s waist and pulls him closer.
The kiss he lays on the base of Yasu’s neck crosses another line. It’s okay.