The Cure ~eruri~

Chapter 9

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The living room was dark, shadowed in all the corners that weren't lit up by the glow of the tv. A muted Blu-ray menu was scrolling on the screen, but neither of them were watching it. They were too busy kissing and groping at each other on the sofa. Long minutes passed to the soft sounds of flesh brushing and the whisper of shifting clothing in the silence.

"What do you think, baby? Want to go upstairs?" The words were whispered against a pale neck. Breaths came out faster, and squirming ensued.

"Maybe. I'm not used to being asked." A huge hand pressed and rubbed between slender, toned thighs, where an eager hardness enjoyed the sensation through boxers and track shorts. A blond eyebrow quirked mischievously.

"I'm pretty sure you want to; you're so hard."

"You talk too much." Lips brushed a sharp jawline, sending shudders through the smaller body.

"Don't act like my words don't get you hot. You're twitching."

"It's because you only kissed me for so long!" The larger man chuckled.

"It's not my fault you're used to quickies all the time. So I thought you should be properly wined, dined, and...reclined." Those dark gold eyebrows waggled suggestively, and grey eyes rolled in response.

"I don't think Chinese food in front of the tv, and a sofa make-out session qualifies."

"I call it 'cozy-at-home seduction'." A snort answered the remark, and the man went on, stroking a broad hand over his partner's chest, tantalizing through the shirt. "Come on, baby, you were cuddling up to me plenty during the movie. A cozy night in is just what you needed. Or did you want me to drag you to some stiff, fancy restaurant where you'd have to wear a suit just to get inside?"

"I don't have a suit, but I'd love that." The words were breathy and needy, but spoken with true conviction. "Clothes make the man. I'll bet even you would clean up nice with a good dress shirt and pants." Narrow hips shifted and a small breath came out quickly as large fingers pressed harder.

"You're changing the subject. You never answered me; after such a cozy couple of hours, are you ready for me to take you upstairs?" The full lips returned, focusing on the curve of an ear. A gasp left the smaller man, accompanied by an undulating motion through his lower body as his need spiked.

The other man cooed into his ear, "I'll adore you." The brush of a broad thumb over a hard nipple made him squirm again. The insistent strain of his hardness against the hot palm of that hand made the decision an easy one.

"You'd better fuck me like a maniac, after working me up like this."

Blue eyes twinkled with excitement. Now given permission, the larger man hefted his muscled body off the couch. When his partner followed, he made a swift motion, and swept the smaller man up into his arms. Struggling and snarling instantly followed the action.

"Erwin, you bastard! Put me down! I'm not a fucking princess! Put me down right now!" The blonde man staggered a little as his cargo kicked and thrashed.

"Stay still or I'll drop you! Come on, being carried is romantic, isn't it?" With a glare of frustrated embarrassment, the struggling stopped, and they made it upstairs to the bedroom without further incident.