Posted originally on the Archive_of_Our_Own at https://archiveofourown.org/ works/2109297. Rating: Explicit Archive Warning: Underage Category: M/M Fandom: ノラガミ_|_Noragami Relationship: Yato/Yukine Character: Yukine_(Noragami), Yato_(Noragami) Additional Tags: Anal_Sex, Alleyway, Wall_Sex Stats: Published: 2014-08-09 Words: 534 ****** Where No One Can See ****** by yattone_(vanroku) Summary Yato sometimes liked entertaining the notion that no one could see him. Notes See the end of the work for notes Yato sometimes enjoyed entertaining the notion that no one could see him. When he would spray paint his number onto walls, he knew he couldn’t be punished for it. He could vandalize—no, advertize wherever he wanted and only people who need his help would see it. Being virtually invisible—because people could see him if they focused on him—came with perks like that. And now that he had a companion along with him, it was convenient to not be able to be seen. Especially now. “Y-Yato—”  Yukine moans and it’s cut short, muffled by a hand as he clutches hard to the material of Yato’s track jacket, his arms tangled behind his head.   Yato holds the boy, lithe against him, against the brick wall. Yukine’s head is tilted back, his eyes are closed, the braided tassels of his hat rest against his clothed shoulders and chest. His moans are muffled by the hand Yato has tight on his mouth, and each thrust into him jostles him, forcefully pulls a moan from his chest. There are scrapes now on his shoulder blades, the bricks are cutting him and making angry red marks on his skin. “You’d best be a little quiet,” Yato says into his ear, his thrusts into his shinki deep and unrelenting. Yukine had looked so cute leaning against the wall that he couldn’t help himself, had to kiss him right then and there. It was the blond boy that had propositioned him, pressed his hips to the god’s and grinded up slowly, teasingly. It only took a minute of lazy grinding against one another, with Yukine’s hands hooked onto his shoulders, for him to beg for it. And it sounded sweet, in a little embarrassed gasp that was loud and clear in Yato’s mind. Yukine’s jeans and underwear were on the ground, his fingers were in Yato’s hair, his mouth was in his hand and his words were on his palm. Yato’s cock moves in and out of him, one of his hands holding up the blond by beneath one of his thighs. Yukine's hips move, his spine curves, his shoulders ache and it feels amazing. His breath comes in and out quickly through his nose, his cheeks are red. His chest heaves and each exhale brings a sound through his throat into Yato’s hand that shakes him. He moves a hand down to his cock, his stomach curves as he rests the top of his spine against the wall now, his grip around Yato’s neck tight as he pumps himself with each thrust. When he comes he splatters onto Yato’s track jacket. He’s hardly sorry, the thing was gross enough already with the god in it. Yato holds out for a few more thrusts before he follows as well and Yukine wrinkles his nose. His breathing is heavy and Yato removes his hand from his mouth, sets him down, allows Yukine to pull his clothing back on as he cleans the cum off his track jacket. “Why did you tell me to be quiet?” Yukine asks, and Yato laughs nervously. “You’re a little loud,” he says, “and just because people can’t see us doesn’t mean they can’t hear us.” End Notes imported from my blog dedicated to Yato/Yukine which you can check out at yattone.tumblr.com if you want Please drop_by_the_archive_and_comment to let the author know if you enjoyed their work!