yakuza! yuta x camboy! winwin
In which Sicheng just wants to follow his dreams, and Yuta just wants to spoil him.
started 07-27-24 / finished 08-19-24
#5 in Yuwin
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The mood was set, romantic music filling the atmosphere. It was Sicheng's birthday, which, endearingly was two days apart from Yuta's own. What would possibly be a better gift than losing his virginity on his birthday?
Yuta let his hair down, knew how much Sicheng loved to see him with his hair down. The energy was different than when they did their sessions, there was a simpleness to it, a sense of naivety that contrasted the career-based professionalism Sicheng had trained himself for.
Sicheng walked into the room with a bit of hesitation, but the reassurance that he knew he could trust Yuta. This might've been the prettiest he'd ever looked, no makeup and yet his skin was so flawless, plentiful with collagen and unblemished. He only wore an oversized button up shirt, pure white, despite being taller than Yuta himself he seemed so... Small.
Not just physically small but, rather, spiritually small. He took a seat next to Yuta on the bed, as if being guided by the older. His phoenix eyes resembled that of a doe in his sensitive state, so precious and unscathed by the ways of the world, he looked at Yuta with such adoration that it made the man take a greater sense of pride in himself than ever before.
Yuta looked so handsome, just like the bishounens he drew. He'd never seen anyone before who'd captivated such a quintessentially manga styled look, even Björn Andrésen himself couldn't compete with Yuta's idealistic proportions. They gazed into each other's eyes, tender and loving, and Yuta broke the silence first.
"Do you know what the traffic light system is?" Sicheng shook his head. He grabbed Sicheng's hand, "How comfortable do you feel with me kissing your hand?" This confused the younger a bit, "It's... Fine?" He apprehensively replied, "When I ask you what color, you reply red, green, or yellow. If you're unsure, yellow. If no, red. And if yes? Then that's my favorite color, green." He seemed a little too eager towards the end there.
"Okay, just- just lead me. Tell me what to do." Just another way in which Sicheng was obedient when he wanted to be, so submissive for the older. "Lay down Winko, I want you to be my pillow princess." And Sicheng seemed to like that, he got this little smirk that was apparent on his face every time he started to get horny.
He laid down, and Yuta got above him. It was a surreal moment, he felt his hormones stirring, letting someone take full control of him. He was on display – like a statue at an art gallery, and Yuta was admiring every inch of his face. The bichat's fat pad by his lips made him look so youthful and desirable to Yuta, every time he saw his face he just desired the other more.
He reached to unbutton the blouse that hardly covered him, he just wanted to experience every inch of Sicheng's ethereal body. Do things to him that he could never forget, he reached for the drawer and grabbed lube and a condom, but halted in his tracks when he heard a bashful voice utter – "S-Stop." That made Yuta a bit concerned, was he going too fast for the boy? "What's wrong?" He questioned. "I- I want you... raw, I wanna- wanna feel you inside me..." Fuck, that was too much.
