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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      ノラガミ_|_Noragami
  Relationship:
      YatoNe, Yato/Yukine
  Character:
      Yato_(Noragami), Yukine_(Noragami)
  Additional Tags:
      Smut, Phone_Sex, Blindfolds, Sex, Explicit_Sexual_Content, Lovers, Hot,
      Steamy, Outdoor_Sex
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-07-16 Words: 4684
****** It was His Idea ******
by hito_ritabi
Summary
     Yato calls up Yukine to meet him at 23:00 and takes him to the back
     of a shrine for some hot steamy sex, with the aid of cellphones and a
     blindfold.
Yukine whined, staring at the object before him. It was a slim flip phone, a
cellphone, that Hiyori had bought for him. She explained that if he had any
questions about his homework that it'd be easier if he just texted her them,
that way she could respond clearly without either of them having to listen to
Yato singing in the background about his dreams for his own shrine.
 
However, this was different.
 
As soon as Hiyori had entered her number, Yato had confiscated the blue device
and entered his own. He gave it back to Yukine only after he made the boy
promise that should he ever need Yato, he'd contact him.
 
That was the idea anyway.
 
Apparently, Yato needed something from Yukine. On the cellphone's screen was
the text message reading: “Answer tonight at 23:00.”
 
Yukine whined again, unsure what to make of it. Did Yato mean he'd call Yukine,
or that the phone would ring and it'd be someone else he'd have to speak to?
Either way, time was coming close. It was 22:13. Over 45 minutes away, Yukine
thought. He groaned again, ruffling his blond hair and then looked around the
small room he was in. I'm hungry. He figured, and got up with a stretch. He
pulled on his green jacket and then headed out of Kofuku's home. He said
farewell to Daikoku on his way, who was up making some late-night mochi for
her.
 
Once Yukine had his shoes on, he started down to the nearest market. He settled
on picking up some sliced mochi, paired with sushi and two onigiri. Yukine
stood outside the store, nibbling on the sushi first, safe in the bright light.
He waited there, letting time pass slowly as he ate.
 
Finally, his phone made a sharp  bing  sound. Stuffing his mouth with another
bite of the onigiri in hand, Yukine pulled out the device and flipped it open
to check. Another text message. “ Don't forget! Five minutes! ”
 
Yukine rolled his eyes, continuing to eat casually. It was clear that whatever
was going on was related to a job of some sort.
 
A few minutes passed, and right at 23:00, Yukine's phone rang. He answered it,
slowly putting it to his ear. “Yeah?”
 
“Where are you now?” came Yato's deep soothing voice. It sent a warmth over
Yukine's being that he could only describe as the feeling of a dog being spoken
to by it's owner.
 
“Uh...” Yukine looked over his shoulder up at the store's sign. “The mini-mart
by Kofuku's.”
 
“Great,” came Yato's eager reply. “Come to the shrine just east of you! Right
now!” And he hung up.
 
Yukine looked at the phone confused. But, he ended up walking to the shrine.
The shrine Yato had been talking about was obviously one of Tenjin's- although
this was one of his smaller, and simpler shrines. Yato was standing by the
offering box waiting for Yukine.
 
Yato waved at Yukine and led him around to the back of the shrine. “In we go~”
He hopped up onto the back deck where there was a blanket laid out with two
more folded next to it.
 
Yukine's face soured. “We're not going to sleep in Tenjin's shrine are we?
That's what you called me out for?”
 
“No.” Yato smirked, patting the bed. “Just come here.”
 
With a roll of his eyes, Yukine stepped up. He immediately turned around,
making Yato frown, and began to take off his shoes. “At least be polite.” he
said. Yato nodded and took off his shoes, setting them next to Yukine's.
 
After that, Yukine was sitting on the make-shift bed, rubbing his hands
together. “Now this.” Yato smiled, holding up a piece of thin fabric that
could've been mistaken for a tie in the dark.
 
“Now what?” Yukine asked, pointing at it. “You want me to wear that? What's
going on?”
 
“Easy.” Yato reached forward and tied the strip of fabric around Yukine's eyes.
“Make sure your eyes are shut for this.”
 
“Agh! Stop that!” Yukine groaned, trying to push the god away. “Don't just
blindfold me! It's rude!”
 
“Shh.” Yato whispered at him. Yukine, with his arms crossed, sat their pouting.
That smirk renewed itself onto Yato's face when he felt the uneasiness coming
from his weapon into his mind. “You'll be okay.” He cooed gently, placing his
palm on Yukine's shoulder. With his free hand, he whipped out his phone and
dialed a contact. Yukine's phone rang. “Answer it.”
 
“If that's you, I'm going to smack you.” Yukine grumbled, reaching into his
pocket. He fished out his phone, flipped it open and put it to his ear. “Yeah?”
 
“Hello,” came Yato's voice. “Yukine.” This time it was sultry, sexy, low,
gravely, and it sent a sharp shiver down Yukine's spine.
 
“Y-Y-Yato!” Yukine shouted at the god, but not into the phone. “What do you
think you're doing?”
 
“Phone sex.” Yato answered into the phone. He was sitting just a few feet away,
but the his voice was running itself through the speaker right into Yukine's
brain. The blond blushed profusely, unable to form a single protest. “How's it
sound?”
 
That question gave Yukine some strength. “Like you're bored.”
 
“You were thinking it last night.” Yato replied. A chuckle came, erupting
vibrations into Yukine's ear, sending another shiver down his spine. Yato
paused, watching Yukine's face turn crimson under the blindfold. “I won't touch
you until you ask me to.”
 
“Like hell I'd do that.” Yukine quickly retorted, his voice cutting sharply to
Yato's ear.
 
But the god only smiled. “Now, now. This is to be enjoyed.” Yato said gently.
“Are you hot?” Yukine shook his head. Yato, playing with the gag that he
couldn't see Yukine, asked again, “Are you hot, Yukine?”
 
Hearing his name sent chills down the blond's spine. “K-kind of.”
 
“Are you wearing your jacket? Take it off.” Yato suggested, but it sounded more
like an order. “But don't put the phone down.”
 
Yukine shifted one arm out, pushing his shoulder up so the phone stayed against
his ear. “What about you? Does your scarf keep you warm?”
 
“Yes,” Yato nodded, closing his eyes. “Very much. Do you want me to take it
off?”
 
Yukine shifted, holding the phone with his free arm to slip out his other from
the jacket. “Yes. But don't put the phone down,” he repeated the mock order.
 
Yato chuckled. It sounded sweet to Yukine's ears. Once his scarf was off, Yato
spoke again. “You should lean back and be comfortable. I want to touch your
chest.”
 
“You can touch it when I'm sitting up, dummy.” Yukine pointed out, obviously
not wanting to lay down.
 
“Then touch your nipples through your shirt.” Yato said lowly, almost a
whisper. But the words were heard perfectly against Yukine's ear. He watched as
the blond nervously began to touch at his left nipple with his right hand.
“Your hair smells so nice.” Yato complimented, a smile growing on his face.
 
“You smell like sweat,” Yukine replied, a small smile on his face.
 
Yato shifted how he was sitting, swinging a leg up next to him to prop his arm
up so the phone against his ear was more secure. “Pinch the nipple.” Yukine did
so. “Pull at it.” Again, Yukine did so. “Does it feel good?”
 
“No, but your voice is making my groin get uncomfortably hot.” Yukine answered
effortlessly.
 
“Oh?” Yato held out the question, a sly smile coming onto his face. “Slip your
hand down and undo your belt.”
 
Yukine did this, slowly. His belt clinked and clattered loose. “You too, Yato.”
 
“Mmm, of course.” As Yato spoke his next order, he was undoing his own belt.
“Rub your cock gently, clockwise through your jeans.”
 
“Don't say cock!” Yukine blushed, jerking his head away from the phone.
 
“Rub it.” Yato urged.
 
Yukine slipped his hand farther, rubbing at his hardening cock. The friction
felt weird. His dick felt extremely sensitive. All of Yato's words were
shooting all his blood straight to his cock, and rubbing the fabric of his
jeans against the hardy organ was creating a tension in his gut.
 
“How does my hand feel, Yukine?” Yato asked huskily. He had slipped his hand
against his own pants, rubbing gingerly, left, right, scooping down to his
balls and then back up again. “Am I gentle? Is it too firm?”
 
“Too firm.” Yukine replied, feeling his legs opening as he shifted his weight
back some on his hips. “Yato, can I rub lighter yet?”
 
“Not yet, Yukine.” Yato replied, rubbing just as hard as it appeared that
Yukine was. “Are you getting to your balls? Don't forget them.” He watched as
Yukine corrected his clockwise motion to include his sack.
 
“Yato, please,” Yukine asked, his voice starting to crack. Finally the moans
were going to begin. “I have to touch it.”
 
“Three more rotations, Yukine.” Yato ordered. “Count them with me, slowly.”
 
“One,” Yukine started, his hand moving from the tip of his cock to the left, to
his balls, to the right and back up.
 
“Two?” Yato asked, mimicking the circle.
 
“Two.” Yukine nodded, and he went around again. He pushed a bit harder at his
balls and snaked his way back up. “Three.” He gasped, feeling like his hips
might buck forward at any moment.
 
“Good boy, Yukine.” Yato praised. His voice was sweet, caring and all over warm
again. Hearing his name so much, it sent shivers down his spine. “Undo your
pants and slip your hand in.”
 
Yukine groaned a bit into the phone, immediately obeying the order. His hand
was cool compared to feeling his cock through his briefs. It was hot, feeling
like it was pounding. “My ear's... My heart's pounding in them.” Yukine
whispered, feeling his palm move up and down.
 
“How am I touching you?” Yato asked, slipping his own hand into his pants.
 
Yukine mumbled a bit, trying to describe his actions. “You're... You're rubbing
with the palm. Your middle and ring finger brush under my balls and your wrist
works at the tip. The index and pinky fingers are caressing the sides as you go
up and down.”
 
“Am I squeezing you?” Yato asked, squeezing his own balls a bit.
 
“You... You are.” Yukine gasped, a moan leaking out. He shifted forward,
doubling on himself to rub at his balls better.
 
“I want to you to touch the nip for me.” Yato ordered, “The very tip.”
 
Yukine adjusted his hand up and poked at the tip of his cock through his briefs
with his index finger. His groan echoed through the cellphone to Yato's ears,
causing his cock to harden some more. “There's precum.”
 
“Me too.” Yato eased out, quieting a groan in his throat. “Poke it again.”
Yukine did, another groan eliciting from his lips. It sounded hardy and full,
coming from the young boy's throat. “Wrap your fingers around and massage the
tip.”
 
Yukine shifted his knees around his armpits some to retain his balance. Then he
cupped his fingers around his cock so he could push the edge of his index
finger's nail against the tip. The feeling of the cotton fabric rubbing against
the sensitive skin was excruciatingly delicious. Yukine began to gasp and let
out soft groans and moans, almost mewing. It was all too yummy.
 
Yato mimicked Yukine's actions, his own groans sounding off through the phone
and into Yukine's brain. It was overwhelming the boy to hear his master's
sexually pleased sounds right at his ear.
 
“Y-Yato.” Yukine gasped for air. “It's getting wet and cold.”
 
“Slip off your pants.” Yato tried to stop touching his dick, but it resulted in
him casually massaging around the head through his underwear.
 
He watched as Yukine shifted onto his knees and began to slip off his pants and
underwear all of the way. “Take off yours too. And your shirt.” He asked, his
voice almost begging.
 
Yato smirked, shifting up and taking off his clothes. “Rub at your nipples and
pinch them lightly as you do.” Yukine slipped his shirt off, pinching and
rubbing his nipples some. He mewed keenly at the feelings they were sending to
his cock.
 
Now they were both nude. Sitting on blankets with full erections in the middle
of the night at the back of a god's shrine- and not even Yato's shrine. Was
this some kind of sin?
 
“Yato...” Yukine moaned, his hand ghosting featherlight touches over his
hipbone.
 
“Down on your knees and elbows.” came the god's husky voice, almost panting
just as much as Yukine was.
 
“No way in hell.” Yukine protested.
 
“The finger your hole sitting up.”
 
Yukine thought it over. The images of the two positions he was offered flashed
through Yato's mind. The god smiled when he saw Yukine shifting to his knees
and elbows, adjusting so his left hand was still holding the phone to his ear.
“Kay, I'm down.”
 
“Now grab your cock and pump it.” Yato ordered. While Yukine reached down and
grabbed near the base of his cock and began to slide his hand up and then
firmly back down toward his balls, Yato sat upright comfortably watching
Yukine, while his own hand began pumping his hard cock. “It's so hot. Is the
precum enough?”
 
“M-more.” Yukine pleaded, feeling his knees widening some and his back arch
toward the floor beneath him. “I need it slicker, please, Yato.”
 
“Then do it. Take your hand and rub your palm against the head.” Yato ordered.
Yukine grumbled something of a protest into Yato's ear. “Yukine.” The sound of
his name reminded Yukine that he had agreed to this afterall. He shifted his
right hand, making a cup-shape, and began to rub it over the head of his cock.
Instantly he moaned, groaned and shivered. Yato watched as Yukine jerked his
face down, trying to muffle his sounds into the blanket beneath him. “I can't
hear you.”
 
Yukine lifted his head up, moaning into the phone's receptor while his palm
continued to work. “Oh, god, Yato... This is too much. This rubbing.”
 
“Go faster.”
 
“I … I can't.”
 
“Do it.” Yato began to rub at the head of his cock with his palm, matching
Yukine's fervor. Yukine moaned into the phone, which went right into Yato's ear
and to his cock. A second later, Yukine's moan became louder. “Let go. Now.”
 
Yukine dropped his hand, panting. His cock ached. He was so close to cumming.
It felt hard, heated, and sore. Yato stopped touching his cock, moving down to
gently massage at his balls while he spoke another order to the blond. “Reach
up and put a finger in your ass.”
 
There was a pause on the other end of the line before Yato heard, softly as a
husky whisper, “Do I have to?”
 
“Yes.”
 
“But you're right here.”
 
“Am I?” Yato asked. “You're wearing a blindfold remember. I could've gotten up
and left.”
 
Yukine groaned. He lifted his hand up sluggishly, brushed his balls on his way,
which made him moan again, and began to look for his hole. He let out a soft
gasp when he found it.
 
“Go in.”
 
Yukine sighed, relaxing his muscles as he pushed his middle finger in. It was
slick and wet from his thickening precum. “In... In goes the middle finger.” He
moaned, pushing it in farther. He felt his cock spasm, jerking up, the precum
leaking from the head down to the blanket below. Yukine struggled to hold the
phone against his ear now, his head fuzzy with lust and fog.
 
“Good, good.” Yato replied soothingly. “Can you fit another?”
 
Yukine shifted, tentatively, he pushed his index finger against the hole. He
groaned at the discomfort and pulled out his middle finger. Together, he tried
slipping them both in, twisting them some. “Oooh,” he mewed, feeling them slide
in. “I got another in.” he answered breathily.
 
“You're doing very good, Yukine.” Yato complimented. “I wish you could see my
cock. It's hard and hot and it's really hard for me not to touch it right now.”
 
“Touch it.” Yukine whispered, feeling his fingers going in and out slowly. The
feeling of them going in was beginning to feel okay and comfortable. “Touch
it's base, like a ring around it.”
 
“Oooh?” Yato snickered. He wrapped his index finger and thumb around the base
of his cock. “Now what, my love?” He whispered into the receptor. His mouth was
so close, he was practically kissing the plastic.
 
“Slide it, up and down, slowly.” Yukine answered. “Go up.” and with time, he
pulled his fingers out of his ass. Yato followed the direction, moving his
fingers up like a ring toward the edge of the head. “And down.” Yukine pushed
his fingers in, and Yato slid his down his cock.
 
They kept in time, counting one, two, three, four, seconds out. At one, they'd
go up and out, and at three they'd go down and in.
 
For a few minutes this lasted until suddenly Yato spoke, “Damn, kid, this is
torture.”
 
Yukine giggled, answering playfully, “Go higher to your tip and pull the precum
off with you so it makes a strand this time.”
 
“Only if you push in to your prostate gland.” Yato retorted.
 
“Deal.”
 
Again they counted. Yato groaned as his fingers ghosted over his tip, the
sticky liquid making a painful, sweet, strand that teased the sensitive skin at
the top. When Yukine guided his fingers in, arcing them to his prostate, he
groaned frustration. After a second pass, Yato took note.
 
“Can't reach?”
 
“Can't reach.” Yukine whimpered, trying to brush at it again.
 
Unable to resist any longer, Yato reached over Yukine's head, his back and to
his fingers. With his hand slimed up with his own precum, Yato pushed Yukine's
fingers in deeper, creating a forceful tension against the boy's knuckles.
Yukine yelped at the sudden breach of rules, feeling Yato touching him like
that.
 
“In more.” Yato explained, and pushed a bit harder. Yukine moaned, feeling the
tips of his fingers brush up against the delicate gland. “There?” Yato asked,
leaning down to whisper directly into Yukine's other ear. His voice went
through the phone still, so both ears got full of Yato's sensuous tone.
 
“Oh god,” Yukine pleaded, his back arching upwards some. “I can't...”
 
“A bit more.” Yato answered, still into his ear. “Take them out.” He eased up
his hold and let Yukine pull his fingers out, “Now back in.” Yukine began to
push back in, this time expecting Yato's hand to push again to aid his fingers
in farther. When he brushed the prostate gland again, Yukine's spine felt like
goo, his hips shaking. “No more?”
 
“Can't... Can't hold out.” Yukine said through gasps into the phone. Yato
pushed his fingers against Yukine's, creating a thrusting action against the
boy's prostate. Yukine moaned, his hand dropping the phone to hold on to the
blanket for balance as he felt his hips being rocked forward. “Holy... Please,
Yato. Since you're here.”
 
The dirty thought flashed into Yato's consciousness.
 
He grinned and let go of the boy. Calmly, while Yukine gasped and took the time
to regain his breath, Yato picked up the phones, turning them off and set them
to the side, then shifted around to Yukine's ass.
 
Yukine's breathing hitched when he suddenly felt Yato's hands gripping his
hipbones. “W-wait.”
 
“You asked for it.” Yato replied. He used one hand to position his cock
carefully at Yukine's hole, tentatively pushing his hips forward and back. His
cock slid up between the blond's buttcheeks. It made them both moan in
excitement, waiting for the main event.
 
“My-my cock too.” Yukine pleaded, reaching a hand back to grab ahold of Yato's
forearm. Smirking, the god let the boy guide his hand around his hips to the
heated member. Yukine gasped, pushing his face down suddenly, his forehead
rubbing into the blanket. Yato's hand was cool and experienced.
 
“In?” Yato asked as he pumped gently at his weapon's dick.
 
Yukine nodded exuberantly, a moan falling out of his mouth. He couldn't even
keep his tongue in, or the sloppy drool, as he felt the amazing pleasure of
Yato's hand on his cock. Unlike his own, Yukine wasn't able to predict what the
god was going to do. It created a foreign pleasure that made his cock ache all
over again.
 
Yato let the boy revel in the pleasure for only a minute before he took the
distraction as his chance, and pushed his own cock into the tight pleasurably
body below him. Yukine tensed, but Yato didn't stop working at his cock. That
made his muscles relax quicker. He let out a squeak when Yato pulled out half
an inch, and then a moan when Yato returned inside with a sharp thrust.
 
Yato repeated his action, starting to match the pumping of Yukine's cock to his
slow pace.
 
Yukine mewled frustrated. “Fa-faster.”
 
“You taught me this.” Yato snickered, counting it out. “One, two, three, four.
One, two...” At one, he would sharply thrust in, at two, he'd pause and slide
his hips up to arc creatively into the boy. At three, he'd pull out half an
inch, or an inch, and at four he'd slide his hips creatively again. Then at
one, he'd repeat it all over again.
 
Yukine began to moan and groan with the counting. After barely a minute,
whenever Yato would push in, he'd be unable to slide his hips. Yukine arched
his back, and then arced it back down, making his ass move opposite. It was
kind of like petting Yato's cock as a reward for coming in.
 
The deliberate movements set the god's blood on fire. After only two rounds of
Yukine's petting of his cock, he held the blond's hips in place and began to
thrust harder.
 
“One,” Yato thrusted in, “Two,” he took a breath and pulled out, “Three,” he
thrust in again. Yukine moaned, cooing and mewing at the delicious movements.
 
“More.” Yukine pleaded, one hand sliding down to hang onto Yato's forearm, the
arm that was holding his hips in place. “Please, more. Harder.”
 
“Harder?” Yato asked, giving Yukine's cock a few frustrated fast pumps. “Or
faster?” He teased the tip, rubbing his index finger aggressively over it.
 
Yukine moaned, “Oooh. Both, please.” His body slid side to side like a snake at
that mix of ministrations- his cock being teased and his prostate gland being
rammed against.
 
Yato wiggled his fingertip at the slit more. “Like that?”
 
“Like that. Like that a lot.” Yukine gasped, trying to rock his body against
Yato's so the thrusts didn't jerk him forward. Yato began to thrust faster, his
hands getting sweaty and clammy. “So good.” Yukine nearly purred.
 
Yato stroked the middle of Yukine's back, right down his spine. It made the boy
moan louder, arching his back up into the touch. “Good?”
 
“So good.” Yukine gasped back to him. “Knees, blanket.. hurt..”
 
Yato pulled out suddenly, and helped Yukine roll over as quickly as possible.
He loomed over the younger boy's body. Swiftly, Yato propped Yukine's right leg
over his shoulder and the left around his hip. He positioned himself well and
thrust back into Yukine.
 
Yukine took his all with great stride, immediately reaching down to pump and
tease his cock with his own hands.
 
“No, no.” Yato ordered. He reached down and pulled up one of Yukine's hands to
his lips and nipped at his nails. “I'm not there yet.” Yukine groaned, his one
hand still on his cock trying to pump it desperately in time with Yato's
thrusting. “Hold the base tight.”
 
Yukine slipped his hand from the tip to the base, trying to wrap his fingers
around to hold it. “It's... making it... more intense, Yato.”
 
“Good, now hold out, Yukine.” Yato ordered, nipping at the fingers still by his
lip. He stared down at the sexy sight he was thrusting into. Yukine was
blindfolded still, one hand holding his cock so he couldn't ejaculate, the
other up in Yato's mouth, and his whole body was rocking feverishly from the
thrusts. His cheeks were crimson, his lips swollen and red, the blush carrying
down onto his chest. “Bit more, love.” Yato promised.
 
Yukine moaned. He shivered when he felt Yato lift his hand up and lick at his
wrist. Yato continued to thrust quickly. Then, within a moment, he let go of
Yukine's wrist, and reached down to cup his palm over the tip of the blond's
cock. Repeating the motion from earlier, he harassed the head of Yukine's cock,
smearing the precum all over his palm. The moans that erupted from Yukine were
violent, pleasure-filled and sent Yato farther over the edge.
 
“Don't let go of your cock yet, Yukine.” Yato ordered, continuing his merciless
barrage on the blond's pleasure nerves.
 
“Yato, please,” Yukine begged, shivering. “Please, Yato.” He gasped and moaned.
 
Yato ignored the pleas, instead shifting his weight forward to a better angle
and really rammed into the boy. He went faster, but was careful that his
thrusts weren't harder so he wouldn't end up accidentally hurting Yukine's
delicate frame.
 
“In, in, in we go.” Yato groaned.
 
“Yato...” Yukine nearly sobbed. The pleasure was driving him mad. He was
crying, the blindfold becoming wet and irritating. His hand was going numb from
holding his cock so he couldn't cum. His free hand was snaked up to the god's
neck, trying to keep balance. “Yato, please!”
 
Yato jerked his hand up off the tip of Yukine's cock and pinched at the boy's
wrist holding his cock. With a final thrust, Yato groaned, feeling his cum
spurt forth and into the hot body writhing beneath him. At the same instant,
Yukine came, his cum shooting sporadically toward Yato's face and down to his
own belly.
 
Sighing, Yato pulled out carefully. He rested Yukine's spasming sensitive body
down onto the blanket, reaching up to gently pump a bit more at his cock. At
feeling that cool hand on his sore dick, Yukine groaned. Yato chuckled, eased
down and licked at the delicate skin around Yukine's cock, just at the slit
where he he had been abusing it. The gentle licks and moist feeling made Yukine
moan. He shifted up, slipping the blindfold up off his face from the back of
his head first, and looked down to the god that was carefully tending to any
sore parts around his dick and ass.
 
“Feel good?” Yato asked, easing Yukine's hole open and watched as his cum began
to come out. “Squeeze your muscles.”
 
“Screw you,” Yukine grumbled, but he did as ordered anyway. Yato used the
blanket under Yukine to clean the blond up and then discarded it down to the
ground just past their shoes. Yato slipped up, kissing the tip of Yukine's nose
as he wrapped one of the fresh blankets around his shoulders. Yukine blushed at
the tender gesture, watching as Yato sat back and covered himself in the other
blanket. “That was... That was why you called me out tonight? You wanted sex?”
 
“No.” Yato smiled to him, ruffling the blond messy hair. “You did.”
 
Yukine's cheeks began to turn a deeper shade of crimson. Their lovemaking had
been intense, sincere and he had been blindfolded so all of the hands on his
skin made his heart race with excitement. “You-- You read my mind again!”
 
Yato chuckled, pushing a shoulder against Yukine's. “I don't have to, Yukine.
Your dirty thoughts just come in on their own.” He paused, winking at that
embarrassed look on Yukine's face with confidence. “This particular one, phone-
sex and a blindfold, I have to admit was really hot.”
 
He hugged Yukine with one arm while the boy covered his face with both his
hands to hide his shy face desperately.
 
“It was so cute, Yukine.” Yato whispered into the blond hair by Yukine's ear.
Yukine shivered, shaking his head without moving his hands down. Yato pulled
him close, eased his wrists from blocking his mouth, and kissed Yukine
tenderly. “You're so hot, Yukine.” He whispered slyly against Yukine's face.
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