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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      ノラガミ_|_Noragami
  Relationship:
      Kazuma/Yukine
  Character:
      Kazuma_(Noragami), Yukine_(Noragami), Bishamon, Yato_(Noragami)
  Additional Tags:
      Teasing, Mutual_Masturbation, Dirty_Talk, Dirty_Thoughts
  Series:
      Part 3 of Kazuma/Yukine_Ship
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-12-11 Words: 3380
****** Tease Me ******
by Neonna
Summary
     Yukine stings Yato for fantasizing about Kazuma, so they attempt to
     find out what they can, and can not fantasize about together.
Notes
     I'm just going to keep shipping these two together until it's a
     cultural norm. You're welcome.
     This one felt a lot longer than usual for some reason. Word count
     isn't all that much different from a lot of my regular works. I think
     it's because the content is pretty different than what I usually
     write. I also love the characters so much, and wanted to take my time
     with it. Enjoy!
See the end of the work for more notes
                                   Tease_Me
In the world of regalia's, depraved thoughts were not a sin if both parties
were aware, and consenting. Kazuma had deeply regretted his actions when he had
revealed this little tidbit to his young lover. Yukine had been frustrated. He
had stung Yato whilst thinking dirty things about Kazuma. While a part of
Kazuma had been flattered, he wasn't surprised to hear what Yukine had to say
next.
“He's threatening to make it so we can't see each other again,” the blonde had
spat, pacing in front of his desk.
Kazuma leaned back in his chair, and pushed his glasses up his nose. “If you
had allowed your thoughts to run away from you so much that you stung your
master, you shouldn't be surprised to learn that there are consequences. You
know you can't affect his health, Yukine.”
The young regalia stopped, and stood, facing him, seething. Kazuma could see
his fists clench, and unclench in the fight to keep himself under control, to
keep his emotions in check, and not hurt Yato again. Kazuma had to admit, he
was impressed to see him growing so much in such a short amount of time. The
day he had risked his life for both Yukine, and Yato to cleanse both of them of
Yukine's sins was forever etched into his mind.
“So what?” Yukine finally said. “I'm supposed to never think about you?
Sometimes I just want to...to fantasize, you know?” A light pink hue began to
spread across Yukine's cheeks, and Kazuma had to set his jaw to keep his own
pulse from racing. He knew. Of course he understood what the younger regalia
was going though. He had seen Yukine spread out under him, hair tousled, fist
jammed in his mouth to muffle the needy moans too many times for him not to be
tempted to relive those memories on his own time.
Kazuma cleared his throat to bring both of them back to the present. “Depraved
thoughts are not wrong, Yukine. They are only wrong when they are predatory.
Remember when Yato was stung when you were thinking about Hiyori? Well, he was
because Hiyori did not return those feelings, and were not aware of them.
Therefore, should you have acted on them, you would have been violating her
without her consent. Do you understand? It's not that you cannot have those
thoughts about me, but you cannot have them without my consent. If I am aware
of it, and if I am willing, then Yato will not be stung.”
The dark look that overcame Yukine made Kazuma want to swallow up his words. He
had said too much.
“So as long as you are aware of what I'm thinking, and you like it, Yato won't
be stung?”
Kazuma felt his throat tighten, and he gave a small, reluctant nod.
“Theoretically, yes, but it is a fine line to walk, Yukine. Fantasize about
something I would not be willing to do, and Yato will suffer for it.”
Yukine's mood had changed. While he was maturing, and growing every day, he was
still young, and his thoughts were not easily concealed. Kazuma could feel the
lust radiating from him as his lover walked around the desk toward him. He felt
his trousers begin to tighten, and the bulge that was beginning to form there
forced his crossed legs apart. Instinctively, he turned his chair to continue
facing Yukine until he stood in front of him. Yukine eyed his spread legs, and
ran that sinful tongue over his lips, slow, teasing. Kazuma had to clamp down
on his own desire, or else he would surely sting Veena, and thatwould be fatal.
“You're hard for me already,” Yukine said, his voice barely above a whisper. “I
like you like this, Kazuma. Professional, clean, orderly, but underneath it all
you just want to spread me open on this desk, and fuck me, don't you?”
Kazuma's lips were dry, and he licked them to give them some relief. When he
spoke, his voice was also quiet, deep, and so very husky. “Yes.”
He tilted his head upwards as Yukine stood in between his legs, and leaned
down, planting a knee between Kazuma's thighs to prevent the chair from tipping
backwards. Gripping the arm rests just below his elbows Yukine brushed his lips
against Kazuma's. The small, light, teasing touch sent shocks through both of
them. All Kazuma wanted to do was grab the back of that blonde head, tousle his
fingers in the strands, and close the gap between them. He wanted to press his
lips against his lover, and explore the wet, waiting recesses of his mouth
until they were both gasping. Instead, he resisted, and allowed Yukine to
tease.
Kazuma always enjoyed the slow burn of arousal. Teasing, and being teased until
he couldn't take it anymore. Yukine was always so eager, so fucking young that
when he did manage the self control to tease Kazuma back, the older regalia
made sure to savor it.
The feel of his cock, thick, and heavy in between his legs as he attended other
matters was always a reminder of what was going to come later. Each movement
would send shivers of desire flickering through him as his aching arousal
brushed against the tight confines of his trousers. He would be so fixated on
keeping his lust hidden that when he would move a certain way, and feel the
wetness that had dampened the inside of his pants, he would have to bite back a
gasp. Eventually, he would be allowed to have Yukine. Sometimes he would have
to wait hours, and other times he would have to wait days. No matter how long
it took, Kazuma would wait until the moment where he could finally settle
between Yukine's thighs, and sink home.
That is why, as Yukine's tongue flicked across his lips, Kazuma endured, fists
clenching. He opened to his lover, enticing him into his mouth, and Yukine took
the invitation, pushing past Kazuma's parted lips to stroke against his tongue.
Kazuma moaned in between the space that separated them. He could feel the heat
from Yukine's leg balancing in between his thighs, so incredibly close to his
cock. He ached to thrust, and rut against his young lover's leg, but self-
control, and pride held him in place.
A knock at Kazuma's office door had them jerking apart, panting. They stared at
each other for a short moment, eyes glazed over before their senses came back
to them.
And that is how Kazuma ended up in the position he was now.
The information was dull, or it was compared to Yukine in the background, which
Kazuma defiantly ignored. Another one of Bishamon's regalia had stepped into
his office at his beckoning while Yukine stretched out on one of the couches
with a book on his lap. He was studying, or at least he appeared to be to
anyone who wasn't Kazuma.
Yukine faced him, earning Kazuma a view of his entire body. The boy's shirt had
slid up, revealing a thin stretch of pale abdomen underneath the cover of the
book. As Kazuma watched, jean-clad thighs opened, not enough to appear vulgar,
but enough to hint at what was nestled in between Yukine's legs. He wouldn't
allow his thoughts to go there, and he tore his gaze back up Yukine's body,
only to fall into the clouded pools of his lover's eyes. The heat, and
intensity with which Yukine stared at him made him throb almost painfully.
“Mr. Kazuma? Are you not feeling well? Did you hear me?” the insistent voice of
the regalia in front of him snapped him away from Yukine.
Kazuma sighed, adjusted his glasses, and got his feet. The length of his jacket
concealed the bulge in his pants, and allowed him to stand with confidence, and
sophistication. It wouldn't do to have Bishamon's exemplar hunched over.
“Yukine, I apologize, but we will continue our lesson another day,” Kazuma
said. “This information is private, and only for the house of Bishamon. Please
feel free to make use of our library for as long as you like, but I will need
to retire to other matters for the remainder of the day.”
The young regalia, a girl who was standing in front of his desk turned to watch
Yukine as though she just realized he were there. With a second pair of eyes on
him, Yukine wouldn't be able to do anything further without raising suspicion.
Kazuma was glad to see his theory was correct as Yukine got to his feet. The
book Yukine had been reading was carefully arranged over his crotch, and he
bowed low.
“Thank you again, Mr. Kazuma.” As Yukine raised his head in preparation to
straighten, his eyes hovered over the concealed bulge in Kazuma's trousers.
Perhaps he had been attempting to sneak a glance at Kazuma's own, needy
arousal, but the angle of the blonde's head, almost parallel with his straining
cock, succeeded in accomplishing something else. In a flash, he saw Yukine on
his knees, staring up at him, eyes wide, and clouded as he waited for Kazuma to
push the tip of his cock against swollen lips. Before he had time to savor the
image, it was tossed violently from his mind by sheer force of will.
“I'll see you later, Mr. Kazuma.” And Yukine was gone, giving him some much-
needed relief. At least for now.
                                  ----------
It wasn't until almost a week later that Kazuma finally, finally got some alone
time with Yukine. A vent had opened, and he had been busy working with
Bishamon, and the other regalias to clean up the phantoms that had slipped
through. Yukine had still been coming to Bishamon manor daily to study in the
library. Just the knowledge that his lover was so close by while he was stuck
in meetings was enough to drive him insane.
His cock was already hardening. Kazuma had sent Yukine to his room ahead of him
while he stayed behind to review the day's events with Veena. Now, he strode
with purpose towards his quarters. His pulse was already hitching, and he
paused outside the door to his own room. With the hallway abandoned, Kazuma
leaned forward to press his forehead against the cool hardness of the door.
Yukine deserved a skilled, patient lover, and not the desperate teenager he was
feeling like. He took deep breaths, and only when he felt his resolve begin to
strengthen did he open the door.
Kazuma felt as though he was clinging to what little self-control he had
mustered. He hadn't really thought about the sight that would have greeted him
when he opened the door, perhaps Yukine studying with his books spread out over
his bed, but he would have been so very wrong. Instead, Yukine was completely
naked. He was naked, and hard, and spread wide on the floor as though he
couldn't even wait to make it to the bed. One hand pumped his cock that already
leaked precum down his fingers, while the other reached lower to cup at his
balls. Upon hearing the door open, Yukine managed to raise his head to stare at
him, eyes vacant with pleasure.
“Kazuma,” he panted, and a thin strand of saliva trailed from the corner of his
mouth.
Kazuma closed the door, but then he had to lean back against it, or else he was
sure his legs would have given out. He buried a hand into his bangs, and stared
in between his fingers at the wooden floor at his feet as though it would
ground him.
“Kazuma,” he heard Yukine's voice say his name again. “Please, I want you to
watch me.”
A desperate whine escaped from between his lips as he removed his hand from his
face. Kazuma slid down the door until he was sitting on the floor, his knees
pulled up. He knew he should take the time to at least take his jacket off, but
all he could manage was to loosen the tie at his throat as Yukine locked him in
his gaze, and stroked himself with purpose.
“What do you want to do to me?” Yukine's voice was low. “I want you to tell me,
no matter how vulgar it is.”
Kazuma's eyes followed Yukine's hand as it pulled to the tip of his cock,
twisted in a cork-screw motion around the head, and slid back down. His lover's
cock wasn't as thick as his. Yukine had died before his body had the chance to
fully develop. His movements were inexperienced as well, his motions having
mostly been taken from watching Kazuma stroke himself while they were together.
A shudder clawed its way down Kazuma's spine at the sight of his lover
imitating him, and the knowledge that Yukine only knew those motions from
staring hungrily at Kazuma.
Kazuma shook his head. “I can't. If it's something you don't want to do, Yato
will be hurt.”
“Kazuma. I'm giving you permission. You said it was okay as long as I said it
was okay, right?” At that moment, Yukine arched into his hand, eyes slipping
closed for a moment as a loud moan escaped him.
Before he knew it, Kazuma was palming himself through his trousers in tandem to
Yukine's pace. He could feel the muscles in his thighs quivering. His hand
wasn't enough, there was too much fabric in the way, but he didn't dare look
away from Yukine. If he did, he would surely miss something.
Yukine slowed his pace, panting like an animal in heat. His hand stroked
himself almost lazily now.
“Do you want to touch me here?” Yukine asked, moving the hand that wasn't
stroking himself to touch the side of his neck. Kazuma nodded, a thick knot had
formed in his throat, rendering him unable to speak. “What do you want to do?”
Yukine's voice lowered to a barely-heard whisper. “Kiss? Lick? Bite? Suck?”
When Kazuma did speak, his voice was thick, struggling around the tightness
that restricted his throat. “Bite.”
Something flashed in Yukine's eyes, and it was enough to make a faint flush of
embarrassment spread under Kazuma's collar. “You've never bitten me before,”
Yukine said. “You're always so gentle, Kazuma. Do you want to be more rough
with me?”
“Yes.”
“Where else do you want to touch me?”
Kazuma's eyes darted to the side, but Yukine was focused, and caught the
unspoken plea. The blonde's hand trailed down his throat, putting on a show of
exposing his jugular before coming to rest upon his name. Yukine's name. A mark
that was sometimes visible from under his clothing.
“My name,” Yukine whispered. “What is it about my name?”
Kazuma swallowed, his throat ached, and it was a long moment before he was able
to speak. Yukine demonstrated incredible patience as he waited, locking him in
a stare as he stroked his cock. Kazuma was the first to back down, moving his
gaze to fix on the floor instead. Heat burned his face now.
“I -”
“I want you to look at me,” Yukine interrupted. “I want to see your face. Your
mind is so beautiful, Kazuma.”
Summoning all the willpower he could muster, Kazuma forced his gaze back to his
lover. “Your name is a symbol. It demonstrates another's ownership of you. You
belong to someone else.” As much as he tried to suppress it, embarrassment cut
through him, lowering his voice once again to a whisper. “You belong to someone
else, and yet, only I am allowed to touch you.”
A soft, keening moan escaped from Yukine's lips, and Kazuma could see the
younger's cock twitch in his grip. The sight forced a fresh wave of desire
through his veins.
“Take off your jacket, and spread your legs,” Yukine said. His youth made him
bold, arrogant, and Kazuma shivered. “I want to see you stroke yourself.”
Kazuma obeyed, wriggling out of his jacket, and tossing it to the side. Yanking
his tie loose enough to slip over his head, it joined his jacket in a pile.
Nimble fingers flicked the first few buttons of his shirt undone. As Kazuma's
hands fell to the waistband of his pants, he paused to look up at Yukine,
unconsciously running his tongue over his lips. Laying one leg flat while
keeping the other bent allowed Yukine a view of him. The sound of his button
popping free seemed louder than it should have been, but then again, Kazuma's
ears were strained, filled with the rhythmic pump of his own heartbeat. Slowly,
determined to get a little revenge, and tease his lover half as much as he
himself had been teased, Kazuma arched off the floor to ease his pants down his
hips. The rough material scraped at his skin. Once he had enough room, Kazuma
reached to grab hold of his cock that was straining downwards, held captive by
the waistband of his pants.
Yukine sucked in a breath between his teeth. “No underwear, Kazuma? So
naughty.”
Kazuma didn't reply. He was too busy enjoying the first few delicious strokes
that he had been craving for days. His head fell back against the door, and he
closed his eyes. He allowed the pleasure to wash over him, wishing it was
Yukine rather than himself that touched him.
“Kazuma,” Yukine's strained voice reached his ears. “Slow down, or you'll make
me cum.”
When Kazuma opened his eyes, it was Yukine's lust-filled stare that bore down
on him. The boy was watching him intently, mimicking his movements, and pace.
He appeared to be on the edge with a thin sheen of sweat coating his skin.
Kazuma took a moment to just watch, to drink in the sight of his lover on the
brink of orgasm.
As lust began to cloud his mind, his tongue was loosed. With Yukine appearing
less composed, writhing under his own hands, Kazuma felt more confident.
“It's your turn,” Kazuma said, moving his hand to the base of his cock were he
stopped. Yukine copied him with a whine, but stilled his hand as well. “Tell me
what you want, Yukine.”
It was the blonde's turn to flush now. Kazuma watched as he went through the
same struggle in opening up, and voicing his desires. “I want to feel-” Yukine
started. “-what it's like to...take you. I-” Yukine swallowed, and met Kazuma's
eyes, setting his jaw with a determined expression. “I love the feel of your
cock. You make me feel so full, but I want to fuck you Kazuma...one day.”
Kazuma had to fight to keep his face clear of the amused expression he felt
that tried to paint his features. His lover was incredibly cute, mixing
childish embarrassment with vulgarity.
Kazuma returned to stroking his cock, watching as Yukine followed, imitating
him once again. He was tired of talking. As much as he enjoyed their moment of
bonding, his cock ached, and Yukine's was taking on a purple hue near the head.
There would always be time for sharing later.
Wasting no time, Kazuma hitched up his pace that drew a moan from his lover.
“Kazuma, I won't last,” Yukine panted. “I'm on the edge, I'm gonna cum.”
“It's alright, Yukine,” Kazuma soothed.
Another moan, and this time Yukine arched up into his own touch, desperately
seeking the relief he needed. Kazuma watched, his own breath coming in rough
pants as the pace he set brought Yukine to orgasm. His young lover moaning, and
writing, colouring his hand, and stomach until he lie, shuddering.
With a steadying breath, Kazuma slowed, and removed his hand from his still
erect cock. Yukine lie, boneless in his afterglow. Tucking himself back into
his trousers, Kazuma gathered the boy into his arms, and made his way to the
bed.
“You didn't cum,” Yukine mumbled against his chest.
“I will, in a bit.”
“Does that mean I can fantasize about having my dick in your ass?”
Kazuma stretched out on his side, cuddling Yukine against his front. He reached
to remove his glasses, and placed them on the table beside the bed. “Don't be
so crass, Yukine. If you're willing. We can try that tonight. Then it won't be
fantasy, will it?”
 
 
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