Never touch Yuki\'s computer

“Yuuuuuuuuuukkkiiiiiiiiii!” Echoed through the empty apartment in the form of a high pitched screech as Shuichi, still clad in one of his performance outfits, whipped the door open and happily pranced inside. It had been over a month since he set foot in this place, having gone on a small tour with the rest of Bad Luck, and that meant over a month away from the pissy novelist that he loved so much; Sure, the blond in question had enjoyed this separation much more than his lover had, but he didn’t know that.

“Yuki! Yuki! Yuki!” With no one answering his calls, the vocalist was starting to wonder if he was being ignored before proceeding to search the apartment. He went from room to room, but no one was home…HOW COULD HE DO SUCH A THING!? Yuki damn well knew that he was coming home today and yet, he wasn’t there to greet him? Okay, maybe a warm welcome was a bit too much to ask for but the fact that he wasn’t even home was…upsetting to say the least.

Now sulking, he wandered towards the bedroom in hopes of taking a nap, but happened to catch sight of the oh-so-slightly open office door instead. How could he have forgotten to check in there? Even without the sound of fingers tapping against the keys of his laptop, Shuichi was almost certain that his lover was in there and nearly ripped the door off its hinges only to find…Nothing. What the hell!? Where could Yuki possibly have gone on a day like this?! A loud whining sound announced the frustration the poor boy was currently feeling before he flopped into the empty chair.

Violet eyes flicked upwards, catching a brief glance at the laptop that lay closed on the desk before looking back down, then up once more. He left his laptop at home? Oh my. The sudden wave of curiosity struck Shuichi like a shot from K’s rocket launcher. He simply couldn’t contain himself, and with a weary glance to the door, he carefully lifted the screen; As long as he didn’t do any damage to the computer, Yuki would never know, right?

The screen was black, but by merely running his fingers over the touch pad, it flipped back to the main screen, bringing up a blank word document; had the novelist been suffering writers block? It seemed so, but a story wasn’t what Shuichi was really interested in. Instead of looking through previous writings or saved sites on the internet browser, he immediately went through the picture files; not much was there, that is, until he found a folder labeled ‘Brat.’ How lovely…knowing that Yuki didn’t even use his name when he wasn’t around; It was a bit disappointing actually, but curiosity had once more gotten the better of him and he decided to ignore the title for now, double clicking the folder. It opened to reveal a few pictures of himself at concerts, ones that he had forced the blond to go to, and another folder. Hmmm…Click-click. Oh my. Was…was that his ass? When on earth did someone get him in such a position? Most of them seemed to be taken around the apartment. There weren’t many though, probably not even enough to need a whole folder, but they were definitely of him and definitely naughty. The first thing to hit the singer’s mind, however, was not when or how such pictures were obtained, but a rather lovely mental image of Yuki using the pictures for….sexual purposes….while he was away on tour. Oddly enough, the thought sent shivers down his spine and it wasn’t long before his hands seemed to gain a mind of their own.

After a bit of squirming and nearly falling out of the chair, Shuichi had managed to remove the majority of his clothing; Damn performance outfits were so bothersome to get in and out of. He was nearly out of breath just from getting undressed, with nothing but his thigh high boots and fishnet top left on. His shorts had been left around his ankles, while other various items had been scattered about the room, he didn’t care though. His erection was free from that damned vinyl prison and his thoughts were once more on the blond that usually occupied this chair.

Bringing a hand to his lips, the vocalist once more saw mental images of Yuki touching himself, calling for him…Okay that was a bit far-off, Yuki would never call his name in such away, but it was his own perverted fantasies and he could imagine it any way he wanted to; and the thought of being masturbated to by his lover was just so…exciting!

Flicking his tongue out against his fingers, Shuichi made sure they were fairly wet before sliding them down his chest, then stomach and eventually to his cock. At first, he simply ran the digits over it, barely brushing against the skin, but it wasn’t long before he wrapped them around it. A gentle squeeze earned a gasp, but that wasn’t enough. He followed it up with the steady pumping of his hand. A few moments passed, but that still wasn’t doing it for him; Sure, it felt nice, but what he really needed was Yuki, and he needed him bad.

“Nn…Yuki…” He called softly, wishing that what he felt was his lover’s hand and not his own.

“Get away from my computer, you damn brat.”

Oh….shit…!

“Y-Y-Yuki!” Squeaking in surprise, Shuichi jumped to his feet and scrambled to pull his shorts back up, however, a few quick movements from Yuki had stopped him in his tracks. Before he could protest, he had found himself bent over the desk, and shortly after, felt Yuki’s hand come down hard on his ass with a loud ‘smack!’ Gasping, he couldn’t quite believe that he had just been spanked, and glanced back to his lover with a confused look on his face.

“You’re not supposed to touch my computer.” Said Yuki, clearly pissed as he kept Shuichi pinned down to the desk with a hand on his back, the other repeatedly hitting the boy’s rear end, a slap for each word, leaving it red by the end of his sentence.

“But I didn’t break anything!”

SMACK! The hand came down again, before Yuki growled, “Why were you on my computer?” God forbid if Shuichi was lying and something happened to the laptop, then he really would be pissed instead of using it as an excuse to violate the boy.

Moaning, Shuichi squirmed a little under his lover’s grasp then whined, “You weren’t home when I got back and I looked every where and your door was open and-“He continued to rapidly explain what happened, while Yuki simply tuned him out. Instead of paying attention, he leaned over, reaching into the drawer of his desk where he fumbled a bit and eventually found a bottle of strawberry scented lubricant. Hm…almost empty…he’d have to restock later with the brat. However, there was just enough for one last go, which was a good thing considering that he had no intention of running to the bedroom to get a fuller container.

Despite having been let go, Shuichi didn’t dare move from his spot. “Y-Yuki? What are you doing?”

A smirk graced the blond’s lips as he removed his pants and boxers, and then poured what was left of the lubricant onto his hand before tossing the empty bottle on the desk. Still looking back at Yuki, Shuichi watched him, knowing that the movement of his hand was simply him coating his own length with the substance. He gave a small, impatient whine, now that he knew he was finally going to get the sex he wanted, but he hadn’t expected it to come quite so roughly. Instead of letting him enjoy a bit of preparation, it seemed the blond was merely getting rid of the extra lube of his fingers when he forced two of the digits into the poor boy without any warning. Thrusting them in and out for only a moment, it seemed to have ended as quickly as it started, but the vocalist was now gripping the desk and panting.

“Y-Y-Yuki…you’re so…mean…” He finally whined.

“Would you rather have gone dry?”

“No.”

“Then shut up brat.”

Pouting a bit, Shuichi looked back at his lover through half-lidded eyes, slightly dazed from what had just happened, but still quite eager for more. “Yuki?”

“Impatient brat.” Placing a hand on Shuichi’s hip, Yuki held his own erection in the other and guided it towards that tight opening he had just violated with his fingers. “Is this what you want?” He asked, pressing the head against it.

“Nn…Yuki don’t tease!” Shuichi whimpered, then wiggled his ass a little as if that would help the matter.

“What do you want, brat?”

“I..I want you, Yuki…”

“What?” It was rather amusing to tease to poor boy when he was so desperate for sex, although the novelist didn’t plan on keeping this up for long, as he too had been quite deprived this passed few weeks.

“I…want you…nn…fuck me Yuki!” Shuichi replied, and was answered with a hard thrust as his lover finally pushed into him. “Aa-h! Yuki!”

Now holding both of Shuichi’s hips, Eiri pulled out slowly, then slammed back in, then out, then in again. He began to build up a rhythm, every little thrust earning a small noise from his lover. “Faster, Yuki!” Again the brat was being impatient, but he decided to listen to him, just this once, and pulled back again before slamming into that tight hole harder and faster. Unlike his noisy little partner though, he merely made a sort of grunt as he thrusted.

This continued for only a short time, the pace continuing to increase every so often, before the novelist could feel Shuichi’s inner walls tighten around him. The boy was so quick; they had only been going at it for maybe ten minutes before he had built up enough to reach an orgasm. Pathetic really, but as he screamed out “YUKI!” and spilled a stream of cum on the side of the writer’s desk, he felt the blond leave him.

He was then grasped by the shoulders and forced to turn around only to have Yuki’s lips crash into his own with a near-bruising force. The blond’s hands grabbed him firmly by the ass as the kissed deepened, tongues briefly fighting for dominance with Yuki quickly winning. Their lips remained locked even as the vocalist was lifted onto the desk, only separating for the sake of the both men needing to breathe. It was during that brief pause that Eiri moved his laptop from the desk to the chair, then pushed it aside to prevent breaking the thing.

“Yuki?” Shuichi barely called his name before the novelist attacked his neck, biting at the sensitive skin with only the occasional flick of his tongue; He was going to leave a bruise. A loud moan escaped Shuichi’s throat at this point, the assault on his neck being more than enough to get him aroused again; Although it never really went away to begin with.

However, the moment he had latched onto his lover, Eiri pushed him down. With the singer now flat on his back, he grasped his hips once more and tugged him a little closer, so that his nice…tight…little ass hung over the edge of the desk. He then tugged those stupid vinyl shorts off from around the boy’s ankles before positioning the still boot-clad legs about his waist and finally forcing his dick into Shuichi once more.

Crying out “Yuki!” had done nothing but encourage the male to resume the hard, fast-paced thrusting of before while the boy squirmed on the desk. Unlike his little lover, Eiri could last much longer than five minutes and the heat within his lower regions was only starting to build up; Hmm…How many more times would the brat come before he did? As this thought passed his mind, he took one hand off of the boy’s hip and grasped his erection.

“Ahh…Yu…ki! D-don’t!” Shuichi panted out the words, not wanting to come undone so quickly but the mere touch of his lover had sent waves of pleasure through the easily pleased body of his. Soon that hand began to slide along his throbbing length, driving him even wilder considering how long it had been since he felt it, but he couldn’t! It was too soon! Biting down on his lip, the singer tried to hold back the rapidly rising need to reach a second orgasm, but his body betrayed him. Every thrust, every pump of his lover’s large hands, oh god! “Nnn Y-YUKI!” Once more, his body tensed, muscles contracting around his lover and hot, white liquid shot out in a few, small spurts onto his stomach.

“I’m not done yet, brat.” Yuki had leaned forward and growled into his ear, before nipping at the lobe and resuming his standing position. Despite his words, it wouldn’t be terribly much longer for the blond to enjoy his own orgasm, as his lover’s reactions sent him a little closer to that goal. Tightening his grip on the boy’s hips, he pulled that wonderfully tight little ass towards him as he pushed forward, earning louder screams of his name from the brat. “Y-Yuki! I…if you keep…going…I’m gonna…Ahh…come again…” Oh the sweet sound of Shuichi’s voice doing something other than screeching or whining. Sex was when the boy sounded best, and usually afterwards, the little brat would eventually fall asleep and be quiet for a few hours.

Leaning forward to capture the boy’s lips again, Eiri felt his hands latch onto his back, nails dragging up against the skin while legs tightened around his waist. Oh what a wonderful feeling. Growling against Shuichi’s lips, he nipped at the bottom one and slammed in as hard as he could, as the repeated scratching had gotten to him. That heat that had built up was now turning into that desperate urge as he came closer and closer to the edge. “…brat.” Was all he muttered as with one final thrust, as far in as he could go, his body tensed and he soon filled the boy with his cum. This of course, was enough to send the vocalist into a third orgasm, and just as Yuki had finished, his lover cried out his name one last time, back arching and again, cum shooting out over his belly. How…messy.

Sighing, as he knew they’d have to clean this up later, Eiri waited a moment before finally pulling out of Shuichi and heading towards the door. There was a small, disappointed whimper as the singer sat up on the desk and looked at his boyfriend. No cuddles?

“Come on brat.” Was the response he got, as Eiri headed towards the bath room. A barely audible ‘welcome home.’ Could be heard followed by the sound of running water, and soon Shuichi was on his feet, dashing down the hall way to spend more time with his beloved Yuki.