Grading Chemistry (GenMui)

Love Is In The Air

The two had only been making out for a while before Muichiro approached the elephant between them straightforwardly.

"Genya, your clothes..." he began, feeling as the taller one tensed above him in response to his very voice. He fully parted, or at least tried to, considering the desperate pull Genya maintained on him. It was so addicting. "I want to take them off," he whispered, lilting his tone for something more high-pitched, more up Genya's alley; a hum he couldn't resist.

Muichiro watched as Genya, expectedly, lit up like a Christmas tree.

Tis the fucking season.

This was a reaction.

He subtly bit his bottom lip, a mere contrast from the slight gape of Genya's own as he attempted to measure the situation. Genya was already so focused on the way his lips moved around the others that he hadn't even considered the next step—it never crossed his mind. Muichiro didn't even strike him as that kind of person.

Sensing his teetering silence, Muichiro disappointedly bowed his head and continued with a sigh.

"Or... sorry, I-I understand I came off too-"

"No, you're all good."

The sound of shuffling peaked into existence as Muichiro curiously raised his head back up. Before he knew it, Genya was already a determined man, climbing the ladders all by himself. The motivation being the very thought—that color red still surfacing his body as his hands acted before the mind could conclude.

"Hey," Muichiro addressed, his face hot as rippling pectorals stared back at him, reaching for the taller ones shirt to forcefully pull it down. "I said I would do it," he whispered, and just like that, the two had melted deep into another lengthy kiss.

This one was followed by a moan, a symphony that kept Genya on the edge of his temples as dainty fingers trickled up his abdomen. He chanted a breath, the cold temperature ensuing from a heated feeling, canceling it all out. It was when Muichiro had raised his shirt to a point where it could only intrude on the session that Genya had finally decided to press him down.

The soft sound of a gasp ensued from Muichiro's lips as his back met the cushion of the couch. He opened his eyes, noticing Genya's longing gaze, reaching him with the same amount of intensity. Their breaths were huge and often postponed whenever Genya went in for another kiss as he happened to do again.

"Mmn—Genya, wait," he stopped him, his voice still shaky, interrupted by the oxygen that cracked beneath. Willingly, the taller one obliged, his elbows propped on either side of an eager body, one that clawed away at his shirt the second he let him.

It was a sight to behold, the evident scriptures of engagement in the gym written before him. If Muichiro hadn't breathed enough, he would let another one out, this time through his teeth, the decisions weighing on him.

"It's rude to stare."

Looking up, Muichiro noticed his colleague's smirk, and before continuing that thought, he'd realized just how rude it was to be referring to him as just a colleague at this point.

"Not when there's so much to look at," he flirted back, his voice a countless whisper that made Genya weaken with purpose.

Before the taller one could counter, Muichiro had once again continued to connect their lips in a slow dance, one that consisted of tongue and a little bit of teeth; but just enough. Their bodies moved in sync, heat rising in all the right directions as Muichiro removed every article of clothing, Genya far too focused on every kiss he could steal when given the chance. The opportunity being Muichiro and his soft lips Genya never thought he'd get the chance to express passion for.