Sarumi (Yata x Fushimi)

Chapter 5

*** SMUT ALERT!! ***

"You did not just do that, you idiot..."

Yata stared at the unconscious boy with a stern expression.

"He *hic* dead yet?"

Saruhiko faced palmed rather hard.

The crowd of men closed in on the two boys and started yelling.

"IMA BEAT YO ASS, BITCH!!" Some screamed.

"Welp, we better go now..." said the blue haired male as he took the other by the arm and ran out.

The men ran after the two with beer bottles in their hands.

One was launched at the couple and smashed right by Misaki's dragging feet.

They ran all the way to Yata's apartment, where Fushimi threw his boyfriend in and slammed the door behind him.

Gasping, Fushimi slid his thin body against the door and fell to the ground.

"You're such... A hand... Full... Ha..."

The red head crawled over to the other and played with his shoe.

"Kitty cat... Haha..."

"Wha?..." the blue haired boy had a questioning look.

Suddenly Yata's face got redder than before.

"Take... Off..."

Misaki clumsily removed the other boy's shoe and tried for the other foot.

Fushimi regained his breath and removed it for him.

"...Haha! N-Now *hic* More..." Yata roughly removed the other's coat and Fushimi blushed intensively.

He knew where this was going.

Oh God, I've wanted this for so long... he thought, He's drunk though! What if he doesn't like what happens?

Yata continued to try unbuttoning the other's shirt.

Well, I'll just say I was drunk too then. There's no way in hell I'm missing out on this.

Fushimi stood and threw his little lover on his shoulder and walked to the bedroom.

He put the other on the bed and climbed on top, a lust present in both boy's eyes.

Saruhiko untied the red sweater from around the other's waist and slid his other hand beneath the black beanie.

Yata had a huge erection already and Fushimi stared right at it.

"Hehe, you're so cute, Misaki."

The other still desperately tried to undo the buttons, so Saruhiko helped him.

He removed all his clothes but his boxers and helped Misaki out of his white shirt, shoes, and socks.

Yata was already trying to thrust at him desperately.

"Hey, slow down there a little!" The taller male laughed.

Misaki was drooling and moaning now.

Saruhiko slid one hand under the other's tank top and let the other hand play with the hem of his pants.

Yata clumsily reached for the opening in his boyfriend's boxers and pulled out his pale cock.

Fushimi found himself flushed as all his confused feelings went to his middle area.

Oh God, this already feels nice... he thought.

Yata clumsily tried to push off his own boxers and the other just removed all his clothes completely.