Knot - Threadverse (Yasu/Subaru)
Title: Knot - Threaverse
Pairing: Yasu/Subaru
Rating: NC-17
Note: Sequel to Threads in threadverse. (Probably won’t make much sense if you haven’t read the epic...)
Written for pinkpapyrus ♥ Betaed by ilanabean42.
Yasu’s hands are shaking as he puts the kettle on the heater. A bit of water spills and Yasu lets it distract him for a moment. He is nervous. On his couch, in his living room, in his apartment, miles away from the hospital where they met, Subaru looks happy.
Two months is a long time without seeing someone. For two months, ever since he had spied down on Subaru leaving the premises from his office window, Yasu has wondered if Subaru would ever need him again. Subaru seems to have changed so much. And yet, he is there, on Yasu’s couch, smiling like Yasu’s presence is all he’ll ever want.
Yasu grabs two cups and puts them down on the counter. From the living room, he hears footsteps, and he tenses, heartbeat accelerating. He’s not sure why he suggested his place when they left the park earlier. He was too caught in the moment, probably. To clear his mind, he concentrates on making tea. But Subaru doesn’t appear in the kitchen’s doorway. Instead, Yasu hears the distinct sound of strings, B minor, and his head snaps around.
In the living room, Subaru is holding Yasu’s guitar, handling it like something precious. Yasu’s breath catches in his throat.
“I missed this,” Subaru says softly, stroking the neck of the instrument. “I missed you,” he adds, smiling up shyly at Yasu.
And Yasu breaks.
It takes him a heartbeat to cross the room, the same amount of time it takes for Subaru to push the guitar out of the way, and then Yasu drops onto his knees in front of the couch and pulls Subaru into a kiss. It’s a rough kiss, made of raw despair and want. Yasu’s hands want to be everywhere at once, on Subaru’s face, in his hair, touching his neck and shoulders. He can’t stop himself, can’t control himself anymore. He’s been the reasonable one for too long.
Subaru’s hands are fisted in his shirt, holding tight, a reflex no doubt acquired through months of being kept apart. But Yasu doesn’t want to think about this, doesn’t want to worry about anything right now. Later, but not now.
Subaru’s lips part and Yasu pushes his tongue in, curling it around Subaru’s in a destiny-taunting possessive gesture. Subaru replies by wrapping himself around Yasu until his whole body, now balancing precariously on the edge of the couch, has nothing but Yasu’s for support. Yasu can barely breathe. Subaru’s nails scraping his nape, his fingers pulling at his hair, his teeth catching Yasu’s lips every time he tries to break the kiss; it’s all driving Yasu mad with want, as if he wasn’t completely overwhelmed already.
Things become a blur of hands and tongues and lips and wanting, wanting so much! Somewhere, at the back of his mind, Yasu thinks that they should probably move to the bedroom. It would be better, more comfortable, more romantic... but he can’t bring himself to stop long enough to make the move.
He grabs Subaru’s hips and rolls them over onto the carpet, bumping into the coffee table. He pushes it out of the way mindlessly before going back to kissing Subaru. Subaru’s legs remain hooked around Yasu’s hips, so tight that it makes thinking very difficult. Yasu’s fingers fumble at the buttons of Subaru’s shirt while Subaru’s hands just claw at Yasu’s back until they can get a decent enough grip on the shirt to pull it off.
Yasu’s hands caress their way down Subaru’s chest, up his sides and down again. Subaru presses hot palms on Yasu’s back, pulling him in, closer, closer still. They are still kissing through it all, wet and eager. Yasu presses his hips down and Subaru gasps, but the sound soon turns into a muffled moan as Yasu bites Subaru’s lower lip to keep him for pulling back. It’s a teasing bite, playful retribution, but it also makes Subaru react with the most arousing noise, low and deep in his throat.
Subaru’s legs tighten around Yasu’s hips, pulling him down. He then drags his bare foot up Yasu’s thigh. Yasu catches the foot and lets his hand climb up the leg to rest at the junction of Subaru’s thigh and ass. He starts trailing wet kisses along Subaru’s jawline and down his neck. And that’s when he feels his pants being pushed off his hips.
Yasu opens his eyes to look at Subaru. It’s not that he’s surprised at the turn of events. Even though he hadn’t planned it this way, he could still guess what would happen since he first brought their lips together. Yet, reality is different from fantasy, and with his head spinning with desire and his body aching for more and more, he realises he doesn’t know if Subaru wants the same things. This moment, in Subaru’s dreams, how was it?
Subaru stares back with dark eyes clouded with want, desperation, fear. Yasu catches Subaru’s wrist, kisses his palm twice, slowly, reassuringly. I’m not going anywhere, he wants to say, but he lets his eyes talk for him. Subaru’s breath hitches. He curls his fingers to touch Yasu’s face.
“What do you want?” Yasu asks, voice lower than he’s used to hearing it.
“You.”
Yasu tilts his head, presses Subaru’s hand to his cheek, leans into the touch and closes his eyes temporarily. “You’ve imagined this before, haven’t you? Tell me how you want it.”
In other circumstances, it could be dirty talk, but like this it’s too sincere. There is a pause. Yasu opens his eyes to look at Subaru again.
“I want you. Just you. I don’t care how, as long as it’s you,” Subaru says.
Yasu’s breath catches in his throat. Around him, the world seems to freeze on its axis. “I...” Yasu begins, but the words he wants to say remain stuck in his throat.
So he kisses Subaru.
“I love you.” “I want you.” “I’ve been waiting for you.” Every single word he cannot say adds to the intensity of his kisses. He licks at Subaru’s mouth, sucks on his lips, on his tongue. He’s vaguely aware of the needy sounds he makes as Subaru finishes pushing his pants out of the way and slips him fingers under the waistband of his boxers. He’s a lot more aware of the way Subaru’s whole body seems to vibrate with each drawn out moan as Yasu bends over to undo the fastening of Subaru’s pants with his teeth, face nuzzling him in the most intimate way.
Subaru is hard. Yasu mouths him through the thin fabric of his underwear. Subaru’s body tenses, arches up as he pushes his hips up into the stimulation. Yasu licks his lips, hooks his fingers under the waistband of Subaru’s boxers and slowly pulls them down. He realises halfway through the movement that he’s holding his breath and releases it in a short laugh. He feels like a first-timer, all nervous and giddy and so eager.
Subaru has propped himself up on his elbows at the sound of his laughter and is now looking at him with wide eyes. Yasu bites his lip and smiles at him. “I’ve wanted this for so long that I feel all nervous now that it’s real,” he admits, somewhat bashfully. He almost absently brushes his fingers along Subaru’s thigh before tracing a pattern around his hipbone. When he dares meet Subaru’s eyes again, what he sees in them makes his heart skip a beat.
“Ooh,” Yasu lets out breathlessly and he realises it’s the first time he’s actually said anything about loving or wanting Subaru back.
The next second Subaru has pulled him back on top of him and Yasu stops thinking as his tongue tangles once more with Subaru’s. It tastes different now, somehow, less hesitant, more focused. Subaru moves under him, rubs against him in the most tantalizing way, and Yasu hisses before reaching between their bodies and curling his hand around both of them.
Subaru lets out a loud gasp and readjusts his legs, giving himself move leverage to push against Yasu. Yasu bites his lower lip, squeezes his eyes shut, tries to concentrate on more than just the maddening sensations, the blinding desire. One of Subaru’s hands grabs his ass, driving short nails into sensitive skin, the other slides down his abdomen and catches Yasu’s hand, demanding to be given half the job.
Subaru’s fingers, warm and slick with sweat as they close around his erection, make Yasu want to cry. He tosses his head back, eyes closed, mouth open. And then Subaru shifts again and Yasu feels the tip of his cock brush against something. His eyes open wide and he almost jumps back, except that Subaru has their legs tangled in just the right way and his grip on Yasu’s ass is nothing if not firm.
“Subaru, wait!” Yasu protests, tone high-pitched and voice rough. This is not right, not like this! Subaru is not prepared and they are not even using any lube or condom.
“No!” Subaru cries out, loud and desperate. “I don’t want to wait anymore.” He gives him a fierce look, but Yasu sees through it. ‘Haven’t we waited long enough?’ is what it is asking.
Yasu gulps with difficulty. Subaru holds his gaze and slowly moves his hips, pressing forward. Yasu bites down on his tongue, shuts his eyes for a second, feels control slip from his grasp, as if in slow motion, and he tries and tries and tries to be reasonable and to stop this before they both regret it because surely that’s not how it’s supposed to be...
And then Subaru moves again and Yasu snaps. He swears and quickly fumbles to grab his wallet from his pants pocket and with surprising deftness manages to extract a condom. Subaru gives him a look, but Yasu bends down to kiss him as he rolls the condom onto himself rapidly and repositions himself between Subaru’s legs.
“Aah!” Subaru cries out as Yasu starts to push in. The sound is breathless and raw and so sexy. Yasu showers Subaru’s face with kisses.
“Relax, relax, relax,” he repeats over and over.
“Mm,” Subaru lets out, and Yasu doesn’t know if it’s an agreement or a moan. He stops wondering, though, when Subaru angles his hips differently to take Yasu deeper into him.
They both cry out this time.
Yasu’s vision goes blank for a second. So good. And tension has been building up for so long. Under him, Subaru is more than an image, more than a fantasy that fades when Yasu opens his eyes. He is flesh and bone, heat, love and pain. Yasu has to swallow a curse when he sees tears caught in Subaru’s eyelashes. His eyes are wide with wonder, though, a kind of awe that makes Yasu want to come undone.
Subaru’s lips are wet as he kisses them, his jaw a little slack. Yasu moves with a hazy gentleness that doesn’t seem to fit with the intensity of the moment. He can feel his own need pulsing in his veins, but he forces himself to stay intent on Subaru. He kisses, caresses, tries to coax Subaru’s body into relaxing more.
“Faster,” Subaru demands, but his voice is thin and breathless.
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
“It’s a good kind of pain.”
Subaru’s fingers grip Yasu’s hair. On the next thrust, he tilts his head back and moans. If he’s trying to make a point, then it’s working. The next thrust is deeper, faster. Subaru’s grip tightens; his voice becomes stronger, louder. They settle into an easy rhythm and Yasu soon realises that, the less restraint he shows, the easier Subaru adjusts to him, like this is the most natural thing in the world, meant to be...
They don’t hold long from there. When Subaru comes, Yasu follows almost instantly.
They lie tangled together, a sticky boneless mess on the floor. Subaru’s fingers take a while to loosen in Yasu’s hair and, even then they refuse to completely let go. It’s a reflex akin to the way Yasu’s hand searches for Subaru’s, intertwining their fingers. They don’t have to hold onto each other, not anymore. It’s okay now. It’s okay.
Time stretches, but neither dares to move. Yasu’s face fits in the curve of Subaru’s neck, Subaru breathing in his hair. When Yasu closes his eyes, he isn’t haunted by forbidden fantasies and helplessness anymore. White warmth fills him instead. For the first time in forever, there is peace and quiet, satiated contentment, the need for nothing more. They are together.
Pairing: Yasu/Subaru
Rating: NC-17
Note: Sequel to Threads in threadverse. (Probably won’t make much sense if you haven’t read the epic...)
Written for pinkpapyrus ♥ Betaed by ilanabean42.
Yasu’s hands are shaking as he puts the kettle on the heater. A bit of water spills and Yasu lets it distract him for a moment. He is nervous. On his couch, in his living room, in his apartment, miles away from the hospital where they met, Subaru looks happy.
Two months is a long time without seeing someone. For two months, ever since he had spied down on Subaru leaving the premises from his office window, Yasu has wondered if Subaru would ever need him again. Subaru seems to have changed so much. And yet, he is there, on Yasu’s couch, smiling like Yasu’s presence is all he’ll ever want.
Yasu grabs two cups and puts them down on the counter. From the living room, he hears footsteps, and he tenses, heartbeat accelerating. He’s not sure why he suggested his place when they left the park earlier. He was too caught in the moment, probably. To clear his mind, he concentrates on making tea. But Subaru doesn’t appear in the kitchen’s doorway. Instead, Yasu hears the distinct sound of strings, B minor, and his head snaps around.
In the living room, Subaru is holding Yasu’s guitar, handling it like something precious. Yasu’s breath catches in his throat.
“I missed this,” Subaru says softly, stroking the neck of the instrument. “I missed you,” he adds, smiling up shyly at Yasu.
And Yasu breaks.
It takes him a heartbeat to cross the room, the same amount of time it takes for Subaru to push the guitar out of the way, and then Yasu drops onto his knees in front of the couch and pulls Subaru into a kiss. It’s a rough kiss, made of raw despair and want. Yasu’s hands want to be everywhere at once, on Subaru’s face, in his hair, touching his neck and shoulders. He can’t stop himself, can’t control himself anymore. He’s been the reasonable one for too long.
Subaru’s hands are fisted in his shirt, holding tight, a reflex no doubt acquired through months of being kept apart. But Yasu doesn’t want to think about this, doesn’t want to worry about anything right now. Later, but not now.
Subaru’s lips part and Yasu pushes his tongue in, curling it around Subaru’s in a destiny-taunting possessive gesture. Subaru replies by wrapping himself around Yasu until his whole body, now balancing precariously on the edge of the couch, has nothing but Yasu’s for support. Yasu can barely breathe. Subaru’s nails scraping his nape, his fingers pulling at his hair, his teeth catching Yasu’s lips every time he tries to break the kiss; it’s all driving Yasu mad with want, as if he wasn’t completely overwhelmed already.
Things become a blur of hands and tongues and lips and wanting, wanting so much! Somewhere, at the back of his mind, Yasu thinks that they should probably move to the bedroom. It would be better, more comfortable, more romantic... but he can’t bring himself to stop long enough to make the move.
He grabs Subaru’s hips and rolls them over onto the carpet, bumping into the coffee table. He pushes it out of the way mindlessly before going back to kissing Subaru. Subaru’s legs remain hooked around Yasu’s hips, so tight that it makes thinking very difficult. Yasu’s fingers fumble at the buttons of Subaru’s shirt while Subaru’s hands just claw at Yasu’s back until they can get a decent enough grip on the shirt to pull it off.
Yasu’s hands caress their way down Subaru’s chest, up his sides and down again. Subaru presses hot palms on Yasu’s back, pulling him in, closer, closer still. They are still kissing through it all, wet and eager. Yasu presses his hips down and Subaru gasps, but the sound soon turns into a muffled moan as Yasu bites Subaru’s lower lip to keep him for pulling back. It’s a teasing bite, playful retribution, but it also makes Subaru react with the most arousing noise, low and deep in his throat.
Subaru’s legs tighten around Yasu’s hips, pulling him down. He then drags his bare foot up Yasu’s thigh. Yasu catches the foot and lets his hand climb up the leg to rest at the junction of Subaru’s thigh and ass. He starts trailing wet kisses along Subaru’s jawline and down his neck. And that’s when he feels his pants being pushed off his hips.
Yasu opens his eyes to look at Subaru. It’s not that he’s surprised at the turn of events. Even though he hadn’t planned it this way, he could still guess what would happen since he first brought their lips together. Yet, reality is different from fantasy, and with his head spinning with desire and his body aching for more and more, he realises he doesn’t know if Subaru wants the same things. This moment, in Subaru’s dreams, how was it?
Subaru stares back with dark eyes clouded with want, desperation, fear. Yasu catches Subaru’s wrist, kisses his palm twice, slowly, reassuringly. I’m not going anywhere, he wants to say, but he lets his eyes talk for him. Subaru’s breath hitches. He curls his fingers to touch Yasu’s face.
“What do you want?” Yasu asks, voice lower than he’s used to hearing it.
“You.”
Yasu tilts his head, presses Subaru’s hand to his cheek, leans into the touch and closes his eyes temporarily. “You’ve imagined this before, haven’t you? Tell me how you want it.”
In other circumstances, it could be dirty talk, but like this it’s too sincere. There is a pause. Yasu opens his eyes to look at Subaru again.
“I want you. Just you. I don’t care how, as long as it’s you,” Subaru says.
Yasu’s breath catches in his throat. Around him, the world seems to freeze on its axis. “I...” Yasu begins, but the words he wants to say remain stuck in his throat.
So he kisses Subaru.
“I love you.” “I want you.” “I’ve been waiting for you.” Every single word he cannot say adds to the intensity of his kisses. He licks at Subaru’s mouth, sucks on his lips, on his tongue. He’s vaguely aware of the needy sounds he makes as Subaru finishes pushing his pants out of the way and slips him fingers under the waistband of his boxers. He’s a lot more aware of the way Subaru’s whole body seems to vibrate with each drawn out moan as Yasu bends over to undo the fastening of Subaru’s pants with his teeth, face nuzzling him in the most intimate way.
Subaru is hard. Yasu mouths him through the thin fabric of his underwear. Subaru’s body tenses, arches up as he pushes his hips up into the stimulation. Yasu licks his lips, hooks his fingers under the waistband of Subaru’s boxers and slowly pulls them down. He realises halfway through the movement that he’s holding his breath and releases it in a short laugh. He feels like a first-timer, all nervous and giddy and so eager.
Subaru has propped himself up on his elbows at the sound of his laughter and is now looking at him with wide eyes. Yasu bites his lip and smiles at him. “I’ve wanted this for so long that I feel all nervous now that it’s real,” he admits, somewhat bashfully. He almost absently brushes his fingers along Subaru’s thigh before tracing a pattern around his hipbone. When he dares meet Subaru’s eyes again, what he sees in them makes his heart skip a beat.
“Ooh,” Yasu lets out breathlessly and he realises it’s the first time he’s actually said anything about loving or wanting Subaru back.
The next second Subaru has pulled him back on top of him and Yasu stops thinking as his tongue tangles once more with Subaru’s. It tastes different now, somehow, less hesitant, more focused. Subaru moves under him, rubs against him in the most tantalizing way, and Yasu hisses before reaching between their bodies and curling his hand around both of them.
Subaru lets out a loud gasp and readjusts his legs, giving himself move leverage to push against Yasu. Yasu bites his lower lip, squeezes his eyes shut, tries to concentrate on more than just the maddening sensations, the blinding desire. One of Subaru’s hands grabs his ass, driving short nails into sensitive skin, the other slides down his abdomen and catches Yasu’s hand, demanding to be given half the job.
Subaru’s fingers, warm and slick with sweat as they close around his erection, make Yasu want to cry. He tosses his head back, eyes closed, mouth open. And then Subaru shifts again and Yasu feels the tip of his cock brush against something. His eyes open wide and he almost jumps back, except that Subaru has their legs tangled in just the right way and his grip on Yasu’s ass is nothing if not firm.
“Subaru, wait!” Yasu protests, tone high-pitched and voice rough. This is not right, not like this! Subaru is not prepared and they are not even using any lube or condom.
“No!” Subaru cries out, loud and desperate. “I don’t want to wait anymore.” He gives him a fierce look, but Yasu sees through it. ‘Haven’t we waited long enough?’ is what it is asking.
Yasu gulps with difficulty. Subaru holds his gaze and slowly moves his hips, pressing forward. Yasu bites down on his tongue, shuts his eyes for a second, feels control slip from his grasp, as if in slow motion, and he tries and tries and tries to be reasonable and to stop this before they both regret it because surely that’s not how it’s supposed to be...
And then Subaru moves again and Yasu snaps. He swears and quickly fumbles to grab his wallet from his pants pocket and with surprising deftness manages to extract a condom. Subaru gives him a look, but Yasu bends down to kiss him as he rolls the condom onto himself rapidly and repositions himself between Subaru’s legs.
“Aah!” Subaru cries out as Yasu starts to push in. The sound is breathless and raw and so sexy. Yasu showers Subaru’s face with kisses.
“Relax, relax, relax,” he repeats over and over.
“Mm,” Subaru lets out, and Yasu doesn’t know if it’s an agreement or a moan. He stops wondering, though, when Subaru angles his hips differently to take Yasu deeper into him.
They both cry out this time.
Yasu’s vision goes blank for a second. So good. And tension has been building up for so long. Under him, Subaru is more than an image, more than a fantasy that fades when Yasu opens his eyes. He is flesh and bone, heat, love and pain. Yasu has to swallow a curse when he sees tears caught in Subaru’s eyelashes. His eyes are wide with wonder, though, a kind of awe that makes Yasu want to come undone.
Subaru’s lips are wet as he kisses them, his jaw a little slack. Yasu moves with a hazy gentleness that doesn’t seem to fit with the intensity of the moment. He can feel his own need pulsing in his veins, but he forces himself to stay intent on Subaru. He kisses, caresses, tries to coax Subaru’s body into relaxing more.
“Faster,” Subaru demands, but his voice is thin and breathless.
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
“It’s a good kind of pain.”
Subaru’s fingers grip Yasu’s hair. On the next thrust, he tilts his head back and moans. If he’s trying to make a point, then it’s working. The next thrust is deeper, faster. Subaru’s grip tightens; his voice becomes stronger, louder. They settle into an easy rhythm and Yasu soon realises that, the less restraint he shows, the easier Subaru adjusts to him, like this is the most natural thing in the world, meant to be...
They don’t hold long from there. When Subaru comes, Yasu follows almost instantly.
They lie tangled together, a sticky boneless mess on the floor. Subaru’s fingers take a while to loosen in Yasu’s hair and, even then they refuse to completely let go. It’s a reflex akin to the way Yasu’s hand searches for Subaru’s, intertwining their fingers. They don’t have to hold onto each other, not anymore. It’s okay now. It’s okay.
Time stretches, but neither dares to move. Yasu’s face fits in the curve of Subaru’s neck, Subaru breathing in his hair. When Yasu closes his eyes, he isn’t haunted by forbidden fantasies and helplessness anymore. White warmth fills him instead. For the first time in forever, there is peace and quiet, satiated contentment, the need for nothing more. They are together.