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Warning: this is Yaoi + Lemon... That's m/m and explicit. Don't say I didn't tell you.
 
 

The first rays of light from the dawn crept in through the uncurtained window. They lit up the face of a sleeping redhead, who stirred, then blinked his eyes blearily. A small smile enlivened his face as he remembered what day it was, then he began to slowly turn himself under the weight of the arm that lay across him, towards his lover, snuggled against his shoulder. As he had done so many times before, he admired the peaceful, surprisingly youthful beauty of the spiky-haired, spiky-souled fire youkai's features.

The room began to grow lighter. It was still very early, far too early to be getting up... but not too early for other things. On a Sunday like this, there was always time to sleep in a little later. Meanwhile, the increasing light must have become noticeable to his partner, for Hiei's eyes suddenly snapped open, in that instantly-awake way generated by a childhood in which there was no place safe enough to completely relax, even when asleep. The momentary tension dissolved out of his face as he remembered where he was, and whom he was with. His eyelids eased back down to half open as he lazily contemplated the beautiful face of his lover, still looking at him with that little half-smile.

"Hmmm?" Kurama's small, questioning note could have sounded ambiguous. However, the way in which he stroked his hand from the small of Hiei's back down to the firm curve of his butt, pausing to caress the smooth, hard surface before gently brushing his finger into the inviting cleft... all this made his meaning more obvious. Not perhaps as obvious as his stiffening erection, pressing firmly against Hiei's stomach... but that was already being answered by the fire youkai's matching arousal, which Kurama could feel equally hard against him.

"Mmmm!" Hiei's response was equally wordless, but the emphasis in his tone, and the glitter in his eyes, provided all the approval Kurama needed. Nevertheless, considerate as ever, he wanted to make sure each element of their frequent Sunday ritual was acceptable to his koibito. So he moved his hand across to find Hiei's and bring it up to his mouth, where he delicately slipped the middle finger between his lips, swirling his tongue around to thickly coat the digit with saliva. Then he gently eased it out of his mouth, holding the hand so that his eyes, brows raised in query, could flick between the slick finger and his lover's amused red eyes.

Hiei knew perfectly well what he was asking, and it pleased him that Kurama still made such a point of seeking his approval, even though they knew each other's tastes so well. It was... comforting, even though the small fire demon would never have admitted it. He gave a small, sharp nod to indicate his assent.

His hand was gently guided across Kurama's body and down to the gap between the redhead's butt cheeks. As soon as touch told him he was in position, Hiei skilfully spread the opening wider with his thumb and third finger, allowing the slick middle finger easy access to the firm pucker inside. Even as he touched it, the tight ring relaxed a little, allowing him to slip the finger gently inside, reaching eagerly for the special place with which he could heighten his lover's arousal. A spreading smile on Kurama's lips, and a low noise of pleasure from between them, told Hiei he'd found the spot.

Now Kurama lifted his own hand to his mouth, and repeated the finger-lubricating action, likewise sliding his hand round behind Hiei to gently insert the finger in the same way. A soft exhalation from his lover, with a hint of a smile, told him that he too had reached his target.

The two snuggled closer, mouths joining in a deep, slow kiss brimming with passion, eyes closing as the wave of emotions began to wash over them. Kurama began to slowly rock his hips, gently squirming in a smooth rhythm against his lover - a rhythm which Hiei took up, moving his own hips in time with Kurama, yet imparting a different roll to the movement. It meant that the pressure was always varying, always accompanied by slight up-and-down and side-to-side movement. The groan of delight from his redhead, muffled by their kissing, told the youkai that his technique was as effective as ever.

For a while all was quiet, but for the faint moans of the lovers, and their smooth movements barely made the bedclothes stir, giving little hint of the passion raging within them. But each could feel it in the trembling, sweating tension of his partner's body, the urgent pressure of tongue and lips. Hiei brought his free hand - like Kurama's, trapped between their embracing bodies - up until he could position thumb and finger around one of Kurama's nipples and tweak it, first gently, then harder. The "Mmmhn!" of pleasure told him how welcome his action was. Then a moment later Kurama managed to wriggle his own hand up far enough to return the favour, and a throaty exclamation from his beloved told him, too, not to stop.

Desire - arousal - affection - love: all the intermingled emotions steadily built as the boys twined, squirmed, embraced and penetrated each other. Mouths, hands, butts, cocks, nipples... and deep within; a torrent of messages from every erogenous area, raising the pressure with each passing second. Neither wanted to rush the experience, and so one or the other would break the kiss with a gasped: "Wait... I'm gonna come!". But at last the moment felt right for both. Neither could have explained how they knew it was as right for their partner, but this time when Kurama broke the kiss to raise his eyebrows and enquire: "Hmmm?", the answer was emphatically: "MMM!"

A moment more of the torrid embrace, and through the smothering kiss came cry after wordless cry as they shuddered together in ecstasy. Spun, swirled, buffeted like leaves in a torrent, the clung to each other, relishing both the peak of their joined emotions, and the slow dipping glide on the other side of the climax.

Eventually, like a crowd of noisy children rushing through a great hall still leave silence in their wake, the flood of emotions were gone. But the peace this left was full of a great unspoken contentment, wrapping them like a warmer blanket than any yet made.

Kurama stirred, easing his finger free, then, as Hiei did the same, slid back a little to draw up the towel that lay between them - that both had become accustomed to sleeping on top of - and mopped them dry. The novelty of wet patches in the bed had worn off very quickly for both. Given their passionate natures, this had turned out the most workable solution, to the need not to interrupt a waking arousal.

Then, as Kurama leaned over to drop the towel out of the bed onto the floor (snagging a replacement from the bedside table on the way back, just in case it was needed later), Hiei wriggled around in one expert move to face away, so he could fit the curve of his back into the spoon of his taller lover's body. As Kurama let go of the towel in front of the fire youkai, his arm was seized, and dragged into a tight embrace against his lover's chest.

"Mine." The murmured statement was emphatic and clear. Kurama couldn't help smiling, even though his lover couldn't see it. In reply he squeezed his arm tighter around Hiei, whispering in his ear: "Mine too."

Silence reigned again, apart from the soft, slow breathing of the two boys. Later, there would be a day to be faced: but for now, togetherness was their whole existence.
 
 

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