Our kind of Magic

Band: Kizu

Pairing: Yue&Lime

Rating: 18+

Genre: lemon/smut

Warnings: sexual scenes

Note: My first attempt to write spicy scene or just Yue and Lime having their sexy rituals.

He has big hands and, because of that, long fingers.

Lime likes them. His hands, his fingers, his arms. Manly, strong, muscular.

Perfect.

On the outside, Yue's hands are smooth. The silky skin makes Takuya amazed every time he accidentally touches his hand.

Yue is all like velvet. Like the softest material that exists in this world.

But the back of the hand is different.

Harsh. Especially on the fingertips. As if a pumice stone was sliding over his body, not skin.

And it slides often. Well, maybe not as often as in case of some of his friends, but often enough to make him shudder at the mere thought.

Sometimes he gets the feeling that Yue is one of a kind. That he's different species, from another dimension, from another reality. Lime was in the past with a few women and two men, but Yue is so...

He can't even find the right word.

"You know that I love you, right?" Yue whispers in his ear as he sits on their bed wide apart and pulls him closer.

And he sits with his back on Yue's chest and closes his eyes, because the mere sound of his voice is sometimes too much of an experience for poor Takuya.

Let him tell him that he loves him.

Let those long fingers of his undo buttons from his shirt.

One, two, three.

And it's gone. There is no more buttons left.

Trousers neither. Only underwear and socks, but that's easy to take off.

They're both naked. Undressing is easy and quick.

Especially when a person stops thinking.

And completely undressed they go under the shower. As in some ritual. Always.

Lukewarm water doesn't help, when Yue is kissing him. When his rough fingers touch his sensitive skin. Not quite as sensitive as Yue's, but that pumice stone would make anyone vulnerable.

Sometimes they leave the bathroom still wet. Sometimes they don't reach the bedroom.

But they're usually composed enough to reach the bed. And that's when a new story begins. Or rather, another chapter of the same story. The one they have been writing for a long time.

They both have long hair. Long enough to scatter on the pillow in any configuration.

Sometimes Takuya's hands tremble when he's on top. Yue's don't. He's always so unnaturally calm. Or at least, when he prepares them for the proper act.

And that pisses Takuya off. Yes, it pisses him off. Because Lime would like to do it now! And he gets impatient, but Yue takes a long time to apply this lubricant, spreads it on his hands for a long time, and spreads it on, as he often calls it, the key and the padlock.

Because penis and ass are bad words and unromantic.

To hell with this romanticism! He has to take him, not write poems!

That's why Yue often covers his eyes with a scarf. This somehow calms Takuya down, he stops being so irritated and waits, pushing his thighs apart and holding his breath as soon as he feels those rough fingers on his arms.

Because he knows Yue will push into him in a second. And if Lime doesn't hold his breath, he'll groan, and he doesn't like that because it's humiliating.

According to Takuya, of course.

Yue is gentle. Always. He always hugs him, caresses him and tries to move slowly, because he doesn't want to hurt Takuya. And this is so amazing about Yue, but sometimes you even ask for "harder" or "faster", because how long can you wait?

But the longer the better. And the better, the more Yue's back is scratched and the more sighs. Not moaning. Sighs like irritation. Or maybe just irritation, because how long can you wait for an orgasm? Patience runs out in the end.

Although, to be honest, Lime likes to wait. Because the later he comes, the more intense the orgasm is. Sometimes they manage to achieve orgasm at about the same point in time, and that's when it's magic.

How they both stop breathing at almost the same moment and just cuddle up to each other and then gasp softly because they don't like being loud. Yes, they don't. They have friends who are even yelling. They know because they have heard them. But they don't like it, this is their world, their crayons. Why should others know their colours?

Sometimes Lime is on top. And then it is less gentle, less magical. Although... Maybe that's a kind of magic too? Only this time it's black magic. Sex with Yue as seme is white magic. Yes. It would make sense.

Lime doesn't waste his time. Yue's long, beautiful legs are bent, one on his left and one on his right. Lime doesn't use any stupid names for penis and ass, because that's penis and ass, for gods' sake. And if he wants now and he can get it now, because he is the top this time. And he doesn't stop himself and Yue doesn't protest because... Does he ever protest?

Of course, a ritual with a shower must happen. Yue wouldn't go to bed dirty. Either he's so clean, or he just likes the smell of shampoo and shower gel in bed. Who knows?

But it's actually... Interesting. Lime on the bottom scratches, scratches a lot, sometimes bites, but he doesn't move a lot like Yue. And Yue is either so touchy or...

After all, how does he have such sensitive skin...

Well. In any case, sometimes Lime has to even hold Yue down. Press him against the bed by force. Sometimes he sees tears in the corners of his beloved's eyes. But not because Yue is hurt. Lime wouldn't hurt Yue, because he would probably do somehing bad to himself. Just somehow... Out of excitement?

And Lime can't shake the feeling that Yue is a goddamn angel. Perfect character, perfect body... Only the butt turned out to be so skinny. But the way he whispers his name during sex, the way he bends when he comes, is somehow so... It rewards him.

And if they won't fall asleep, they go to the bathroom again. First the shower, then the bathtub. Big bathtub, because Yue insisted they have to buy a new one. Because he wants to cuddle Takuya, just like on the bed, before they start their erotic ritual. Like a buckle. It begins with the same activity and ends with the same activity.

The bathroom smells of citrus. Only one bulb is lit. It's dimness and Takuya's dogs and Yue's cat are scratching at the door, because what are these people doing so long in this small, dark room?

"You know that I love you, right?" Yue asks him again, blowing bubbles off the top of Takuya's head.

"I know" replies Lime, focusing on not falling asleep in the water. "I love you too."

The end