Absconded Youth (Boyxboy) ✓

3: WET LIPS

I'm always trying to prove to him that I'm still young. He's always picking my brain, attempting to understand how an older guy thinks. We get stuck somewhere in the middle. At least, that's the sense I get.

They'd been spending a lot of time together, even more so since they'd started fooling around, as though they were addicted to each other. But Akio felt like there was still a wall up between them. There was some invisible bridge between their minds that he was desperately trying to gap. He wondered if Yuu felt that way, too.

It was bright outside but the two were tucked beneath the covers at Akio's apartment, watching cartoons like they often did. Yuu's head rested on the nook of his boyfriend's arm, their legs tangled together. Some days, like today, they couldn't focus on the flickering pictures.

"You know, your sheets have a unique scent," Yuu said. "When I go home I can still smell it. I love it."

Akio pressed his cheek into the top of the boy's head and hugged him closer. "Yeah? I can still smell you on my pillow when you leave. It makes me happy, but it tortures me at night."

Yuu nuzzled Akio's neck and cupped the collarbone that peeked out of his shirt with a kiss.

"Can I stay over sometime?"

Akio hummed as he pondered the question. The noise vibrated loudly in Yuu's ear.

"How would you get away with it?"

"I don't know. I could pretend I'm sleeping over at a friend's house."

Both knew that Yuu didn't really have a close friend, but it wasn't worth mentioning. Besides, they liked having each other all to themselves.

"We'll think of something," Akio said. He moved his free arm behind his head and started to imagine the possible scenarios, staring at the ceiling as he listened to the fan whir. "Damn, I don't know if I would even be able to sleep."

He could feel Yuu smile, and hear it in his voice.

"Me neither."

He was beginning to tingle all over, but was fighting the sensation. "You have to be getting home, little Yuu. Your family will be eating dinner soon."

Yuu moaned in protest and held onto Akio's body more firmly. "Let me stay a little longer."

The older boy swallowed hard. Yuu's thigh was dangerously high up on his own.

"Please?" Yuu muttered, raising up to look into his boyfriend's face. "Is that okay with you?"

He looked like a pleading puppy and Akio blinked at him, stupefied.

"God, yeah. I never am ready for you to go. Know that."

After saying it, he flipped Yuu back into a laying position and climbed on top of him, straddling him with his limbs.

Mm, shit. I feel like I could explode right now.

"You're fucking adorable," he somewhat moaned, before craning in for a fervent kiss.

Yuu's hips jutted upward in response, and a groan rumbled from deep within him. He tangled his fingers in the back of Akio's hair and gave a gentle tug, sucking his lower lip between his own. With that, Akio pulled away and leaned down on an elbow, exhaling heavily.

"Fuck," he hissed under his breath.

The blonde boy's hair was messy and his eyelids were lowered seductively. Both his cheeks and mouth were pink from the rough kiss.

"My lips are kinda dry," Yuu crooned, slipping his hands beneath Akio's shirt to trace the ridges of his back, "but it's not bothering me." He paused to run his tongue along the side of Akio's neck, then spoke with hot breath on the sensitive spot. "Because it's so sexy when you make out with me and wet them for me."

Akio's heart skipped a beat. He'd never heard the boy say something so kinky before, and it was a statement that sounded so original. Yuu wasn't copying things he'd seen in porn or read in books. He was discovering what he liked in bed in the purest sense, and Akio was helping him figure it all out. He held keys to all of Yuu's weaknesses now, and it felt like they were inventing a secret language of touches.

"I've corrupted you."

Yuu bit the corner of his mouth. There was no holding it back now. Akio bent in and their wet lips undulated aggressively against each other's, tasting the cereal on each other's tongues, whimpering over the agony of suppressed climaxes.