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When Yukimura finally stood in front of his house, the only thing separating him from peace and tranquillity being the door, he sighed. Finally, he was free of the craze that always followed once Valentine's Day came around. The days before had been manageable, but today, on Valentine's Day, everyone had turned into love-crazy romantic fanatics, and Yukimura had been once again reminded why he hated this day to the core - dozens of fangirls and fanboys loitering near his locker, or his classroom, or practically everywhere he went.
He pushed the key in, turned it around, and opened the door. When he stepped in and closed the door behind him, he instantly felt relaxed, the tension falling off his shoulders. But that moment only lasted for a few, short seconds, because when he looked towards the stairs, he froze.
Red, small and delicate were the roses that covered each step. The scene looked like a waterfall that spit out roses instead of water.
For a moment he was dumbstruck and didn't understand what exactly was going on. Then he remembered Shinonome's attempts to coax him into participating in the idiocy of this day, and he just knew Shinonome must be responsible for this mess.
But before he gave into the anger, his panic kicked in.
What if his parents came back earlier today? They would totally freak out!
His thoughts whirling fast inside his head, he rushed towards the storeroom, grabbed a broom and hastily swept the petals down onto one pile, and got rid of them in a bin bag (when he went out he still felt a bit paranoid and was grateful that the street was otherwise empty).
Back inside, his panic soothed, he immediately turned towards the stairs, determined to kick a certain someone's ass. When he angrily burst into his room, however, he stopped dead in his tracks.
Rose petals everywhere on his bed, candle-fire flickering all around the room, and then suddenly mushy music startled him and he spotted the cause of all this bullshit standing in front of his stereo, as if he had been waiting there for Yukimura's return.
When Shinonome turned around, a perfect beaming smile plastered on his face, Yukimura felt the inexplicable urge to smack him upside the head.
Shinonome seemed to pick up on Yukimura's displeasure, though - he frowned when the vice-president didn't show the expression he had probably hoped for.
"Yuki-chan," Shinonome started, and it was what pushed Yukimura's gears into motion. He stomped over to his self-proclaimed 'boyfriend', glared him right in the eye, and smacked him.
"Ow! Yuki-chan! What did I do?" Shinonome whined, rubbing his head where Yukimura got him.
"What did you do?! All those rose petals! What the hell! What if my parents got back and saw it?"
Shinonome, still rubbing his head, furrowed his brows in thought.
"Didn't think of that," he answered nonchalantly as always, which only added to Yukimura's infuriation. "But they've never been home at this time of day."
Yukimura growled because he knew he was unreasonable and that idiot was right. But he hated Shinonome being right. He felt so angry that he was sure he was fuming.
Shinonome, however, seemed to be amused, if Yukimura interpreted the smirk on his face right.
"You secretly like what I did for you," Shinonome said, stepping closer, which caused Yukimura to step back.
"W-what? Why should I l-like it?!"Yukimura retorted weakly, hating himself for stuttering like that. But Shinonome didn't reply; instead, he kept pushing Yukimura backwards till he felt the wall in his back. Shinonome didn't stop at that and blatantly ignored Yukimura's personal space, coming as near as he could without actually touching. His breath ghosted over Yukimura's face, and it didn't help clearing his thoughts.
"You secretly like this romantic, sweet gesture," Shinonome repeated, quieter this time.
"I don't!" Yukimura protested, getting agitated again, but Shinonome's hand came up suddenly and softly brushed over his cheek.
It was all so sickeningly sweet, and Yukimura really didn't want to like it. He wanted to hate it. But damn, he couldn't help his fluttering heart and warm feeling in his stomach. And Shinonome's caress slowly but surely turned his legs into jelly.
"Really...?" said idiot whispered against his lips - when had he got so close? - and pressed his mouth against Yukimura's, as light as a feather. That not-quite kiss certainly stirred something hot and uncontrollable inside him, and in the spur of the moment, Yukimura pressed forward, intensifying the pressure. He wanted to stop - this just wasn't like him! - but his instinct and body didn't listen to his reason.
Shinonome, of course, didn't complain at all.
Yukimura draped his arms around Shinonome's neck and all of a sudden the brunette's hands were everywhere, and Yukimura's front pressed snugly into Shinonome.
Their kisses became more and more sloppy and their noses constantly bumped against each other in their attempts to get ever closer. Just when the heat became almost unbearable, Shinonome drew back, holding Yukimura in place by his shoulders. Their heavy breathing was only barely audible through the music, and it made this whole situation that much more delectable.
"I have something planned, actually," Shinonome said, smiling. He gently pulled Yukimura with him towards the bed covered in rose petals.
For a fleeting moment Yukimura wanted to yell at him for being so horny all the time, but before he could do that, Shinonome locked their lips again, and before he knew it, that bastard had pushed him down onto the bed.
Shinonome moved over him, pinning Yukimura's hands just above his head. The rose petals tickled against the skin of the backs of his hands and the faint rosy smell reached his nostrils while his idiot-boyfriend assaulted his neck.
It felt so incredibly good to have Shinonome right there, above him, pushing him into the mattress, and Yukimura hated himself for being so utterly submissive. On the other hand... he knew he could be difficult if not forced like this.
When Shinonome's hip pressed against the suspicious bulge he was displaying, Yukimura couldn't suppress the low moan escaping his throat. Then, from one second to the next, Shinonome rose, straddling him. He slowly began opening the buttons of his white shirt, deliberately putting more and softer movement of his fingers into it - which didn't miss its effect of thoroughly turning Yukimura on.
He groaned, but only elicited a knowing, sly smile from the bastard above him, who seemed to slow down even more. It felt a little bit like torture, but Yukimura didn't want to beg; he just didn't do that, no matter how tempting it became, and boy, was this ever tempting.
Shinonome moved his right hand up his own chest, in the same speed as he had undone the buttons, and let his fingers slip beneath the fabric on his shoulder. At first, the shirt came off very slowly, but once it was almost down the shoulder, it fell by itself and exposed that much more skin at once. Yukimura had trouble stopping his mouth from watering. He didn't even try to find out what the hell was wrong with him to act so out-of-character. But Shinonome was pulling off a show for him, so he would watch.
Which was easier said than done. Just watching proved harder than it seemed at first, and that despite him being Yukimura - the one who could kick Shinonome out of the bed at any time (at least that's what he told himself).
The shirt shed somewhere Yukimura didn't care to look, Shinonome leaned forward to start unbuttoning the redhead's own shirt, with his fingers lightly brushing over the already sensitized skin. Time seemed to flow by fast like a whirlwind, yet Yukimura felt like he was caught in a slow-motion sequence, until Shinonome finally pulled his shirt out under him and carelessly threw it back over his shoulder.
There was a short, breathless moment when they both kept still, only looking each other in the eye - then Yukimura could see how a jolt ran through Shinonome, which practically threw the brunette down on him, their chest's colliding with exploding heat.
Shinonome ravished his lips with fierce, open-mouthed kisses, and rolled his hips over Yukimura's, drawing several moans out of him. The friction, the momentum, everything seemed to scream at him to keep going till they reached their sweet release. But apparently, his subconscious thought differently.
Surprising himself, Yukimura grabbed Shinonome's neck and pulled him off his face. He took a few moments to steady his breathing, all the while looking at Shinonome's already swollen lips, not being able to tear his gaze away.
"What..." he started, only to realize that he had forgotten what he had wanted to say. Something about this not being quite right, but his brain just didn't want to help him.
"What's wrong?" Shinonome asked, not sounding concerned in the least. When Yukimura didn't answer, he seemed to have decided to take it upon himself to find out – he simply decked the redhead in dozens of kisses along his neck, his collarbone, his chest, and he slowly travelled down to his stomach, where he stopped at his navel and plunged in, at the same time stroking his nipple with his fingers, and it felt so incredibly hot that Yukimura just couldn't but cry out in pleasure. Shinonome was so good at this...
Then there was a tug at his hips and Yukimura realized that Shinonome had already undone the belt and unbuttoned his pants. When both his pants and underwear were gone, he couldn't even remember when Shinonome had managed to do it, but it didn't matter.
What mattered was Shinonome's hot mouth closing over his pulsing member. Yukimura threw his head back into the mattress, his mouth wide open but no sound coming from it. He definitely could come just from this, just from Shinonome alternately licking and sucking him into oblivion. And when Shinonome prodded at his entrance and eventually inserted a finger, Yukimura clutched at the blanket and gripped it so hard that his knuckles hurt.
Shinonome took his time stretching him, distracting him with his skilful mouth, and the strangest thing, Yukimura thought, was that he didn't mind this at all. This slow burn. And it wasn't only because of the advantage that it hurt less when Shinonome entered him. It just felt so right.
This time, Yukimura was determined to let Shinonome know. By moaning his life out of him.
So he met each slow, deep push with a loud moan of his, until Shinonome picked up the pace, until they were a mess of erratic rocking, choked groans and sweaty skin. Until Shinonome pushed him right over the edge.
"I love you!" Shinonome exclaimed, happy but breathless.
"I..." Yukimura started, and it was this exact intention to reciprocate that pulled him back into reality.
The reality where Shinonome cuddled into his side and his breath comfortably brushed against his neck. Yukimura frowned, but then... who cared if he let the idiot have his way once? Next time, he'd just kick him out more forcefully, which would certainly make up for his lack of rejection this time.
Appeased, he yawned and closed his eyes. He was far too tired for kicking around idiots that deserved it.