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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      ノラガミ_|_Noragami
  Relationship:
      Yato/Yukine, Mentions_of_Yato/Hiyori, Iki_Hiyori/Yato/Yukine, mentions_of
      Yukine/Hiyori
  Character:
      Yato_(Noragami), Yukine_(Noragami), Iki_Hiyori
  Additional Tags:
      Blow_Jobs
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-06-30 Words: 5337
****** W(h)orship ******
by Lafyel
Summary
     “I asked if you worshipped Yatty-Chan~!”
     “What are you talking about?!” Yato’s voice is whinny and Yukine
     looks over at him, at the light flush on his face. The blond
     stretches just a bit, looks back at Kofuku and wonders if she knows,
     if that’s why she’s asking him.
     The corners of his lips twitch up just a bit, enough to change his
     expression from calm to something else.
     “Of course I do."
Notes
     Not beta'd but my stuff never really is, let me know if you see any
     errors!
See the end of the work for more notes
Yukine is lying curled up on the blanket, eyes shut against the bright sun.
Hiyori and Kofuku are beside him, chatting about food and things that the blond
isn’t interested in. The cherry blossoms are blooming and the weather is
starting to warm up. He likes that he’s not freezing at night anymore, likes
that during the day he doesn’t need a coat.
There’s laughter, high pitched and teasing, Hiyori shouting about something.
She sounds embarrassed and it makes Yukine smile, crack an eye open and look
over. Kofuku is teasing her again, has an overtly stupid grin on her face. He
lets his eyes slip shut once more, is on the verge of taking a nap in the sun.
There’s the sound of a can opening, the hiss of carbonation being let free and
the teen knows that Yato has beer again, is mildly annoyed because it’s still
kind of early.
“Nay Hiyori, you built him a shrine so that means you have to worship him
right?” Kofuku’s voice sounds menacing and it has Yukine rolling onto his
stomach, shirt riding up just a bit. He can feel the sun on his low back, likes
how warm it is.
“W-What?!” Hiyori is stuttering and the blond can see her blushing in his mind,
smiles. He finds her endearing, sweet and honest. “Of course I don’t worship
him!”
“But Yatty is your god right?” There’s more laughter that comes off more like a
cackling and Yato is making a sound in the background, one that causes Yukine
to open his eyes again. Daikoku seems unaffected by the situation, is eating
the bento Hiyori brought peacefully while Kofuku is just shy from sitting on
the other girl. Orange eyes turn towards Yato and he looks like he choked on
his drink, spit some out. His mouth is open like he wants to say something but
nothing seems to come.
Yukine makes a soft sound, pleased, and lets his eyes slip back shut, feels
like a cat sleeping in the sun.
There’s more talking, Hiyori panicking some and Kofuku laughing in an almost
demonic way. The conversation goes on in a circle and there’s movement, the
blanket tugging a bit underneath him. He ignores it and curls up just a bit
more, is on the verge of drifting off.
“…ine!” He squirms just a bit, brows knitting together. “Yukine!”
Orange eyes crack open sleepily and he looks over, at Kofuku sitting on a
squirming Hiyori who looks like she’s trying to crawl away.
“Hmmm?”
“I asked if you worshipped Yatty-Chan~!”
“What are you talking about?!” Yato’s voice is whinny and Yukine looks over at
him, at the light flush on his face. The blond stretches just a bit, looks back
at Kofuku and wonders if she knows, if that’s why she’s asking him.
The corners of his lips twitch up just a bit, enough to change his expression
from calm to something else. “Of course I do.” Yukine turns his eyes on the
raven, watches his cheeks redden and his jaw clench. The god tosses an empty
beer can at him, “Stop that right now!”
“Ah – see it’s not weird to worship Yatty-Chan!” Kofuku leans down and nuzzles
Hiryori’s neck.
“Don’t listen to that brat!” Yato snaps, looks more embarrassed then anything.
“He doesn’t worship me at all!”
Yukine props his head up on his hand, watches as the other makes an attempt to
pull Kofuku off of Hiyori.
“If Yukki didn’t worship you then why’d he lie?” The pink goddess is leaning
heavily against Yato’s chest, purple eyes bright and lips curled into a cat
like smile.
“Kofuku…” Daikoku interjects, sets his bento down. “That’s enough teasing.”
“But I do worship him.” Yukine has to fight to keep his face straight, to keep
from grinning at the expression Yato is giving him. The raven is flushed and he
knows it’s not from the beer he’s had. “Anytime he seems down or upset.” Orange
eyes are fixed on brilliant blue and there’s something in them that has the god
panicking, has him whining and throwing another empty can.
Yukine tilts his head, is able to miss the object. He lies back down on the
blanket, rests his head on the crook of his arm. Kofuku is cackling, is telling
Hiryori that she needs to be more open and something else. The words are lost
in the background as the blond opens his eyes again, realizes Daikoku is
staring at him.
He looks irritated, with a hint of mild disgust, and it makes the teen smile
into his arm. They have to know, he thinks, wonders if the disgust is because
of his age. Yukine doesn’t really care, not when Yato lets him, not when his
god doesn’t get stung or hurt because of it. He’s supposed to be there for him,
be his guidepost as he’s been told.
Yukine is his guiding light after all, he’s Yato’s one and only.
The blond grins, orange eyes dark as they turn towards Yato, who’s drinking
another can and trying to avoid the conversation now. He’s flushed and clearly
embarrassed, something that pleases the teen. He thinks he’s going to have to
make up for it later, for teasing and saying more then he should have. Blue
eyes turn towards him and dart away, quick.
Yukine lets his own slip shut again, decides that a nap would be best, lest he
says anything more.
///
Yato’s only slightly buzzed by the end of the night, is sobering up when they
return to Kofuku’s house. He heads upstairs to the spare bedroom and drags the
futon out, lies down on it face first. Yukine rolls his eyes at the sight,
pleased that he doesn’t have to help and heads back to the first floor. He
feels oddly warm from the sun, skin hot and he thinks if he had still been
alive he might have got a tan.
Hiyori is standing by the door, smiles at him. “I have to get going, is he
going to be okay?” She asks and Yukine smiles, bright and innocent.
“Yeah, I think he’s going to bed, he kind of just dropped onto the futon.” The
brunette smiles at his response and leans forward, so that their foreheads are
almost touching.
“Before I go,” She’s whispering and Yukine thinks it’s because she’s scared of
either Kofuku or Yato showing up, he’s not sure which. “Do you really worship
Yato? I know you two get along really well now but –“
“I wasn’t lying.” The smaller teen has to bite back his devious grin. Hiyori is
the one person he doesn’t want to share with.
“How do you…” The girl is genuine in her question, curious.
“You want to…worship him too?” Yukine does his best not to laugh at her, she’s
had enough teasing during their picnic.
“Well, it’d make him happy right?”
He hesitates for a second, turns and looks over at the stairs, at the door
leading to the kitchen where Daikoku and Kofuku were doing dishes. When he
turns back he leans forward, whispers in Hiyori’s ear.
“You can worship a god in anyway, so long as it’s them you’re thinking of.”
“Anyway?” The girl seems a bit confused, stands up straight as she thinks about
it.
“When you made him the shrine… that was worshipping him.” There’s a crash in
the background and Kofuku’s shout followed by her crying. Yukine thinks she
broke another plate. “I need to go take a shower before we lose hot water or
something…”
“Right, okay…” Hiyori smiles, cheeks dusted the lightest shade of pink. The
blond has to look away, pushes the thought back and replaces it with one about
Yato, about how flustered he looked earlier. “Thank you, I think I understand
what you mean…” He nods, glances back over at her as she leaves. “I’ll see you
tomorrow!”
Yukine waves good bye and slides the screen shut, heads back upstairs. He
passes the room he shares with Yato, is about to head towards the bath when he
sees the raven sitting up, back against the wall and head tilted. He’s staring
up at the sky, has this expression on his face that verges on pouting. The
blond turns and heads into the room, shuts the door behind him.
Yato looks over at him, “Why’d you say that?”
“Say what?” He walks over to the god, stops before him, doesn’t sit down just
yet.
“That you worship me.” Yato still looks embarrassed, cheeks tinting red when he
says it. The sight makes Yukine smile and lean down.
“But I do.”
“Stop saying thaaaat!” Yato slumps against the wall, shoulders sagging. “It’s
just so-“
“You know I do.” Yukine is moving closer, is kneeling down and crawling into
the ravens lap, is resting his weight on his thighs. He leans forward and
presses his forehead against the others collarbone, noses along it through his
shirt. “I think I should right now.”
“Yukine…” Yato doesn’t make a move to push the blond back, doesn’t move his
hands to touch the other in any way.
“Hiyori asked how she could worship you.” The teen can feel the other stiffen
and it makes him smile, trail his nose up a bit more. He can smell Yato like
this, his scent sitting underneath the mild sweat. Yukine hates it, hates the
sweat covering the other, knows that when he actually takes the time to clean
himself he smells good.
Better than good.
“Wh-what did you say?” Yato tilts his head just a bit, a silent invitation.
“That she could worship you in any way she wants, so long as she thinks of
you.”
The god hums lightly at this, a reverberating sound that has Yukine parting his
lips, has his tongue poking out. He licks at skin, can taste salt and its
gross, disgusting really. He presses his lips to the spot, sucks and Yato makes
another sound. Yukine hates the taste, thinks he should have made Yato bathe
first. He knows that if he had though, he’d have lost his chance.
The god leaves himself open only so much, only when he really needs the
attention.
Lips move lower, sucking and there’s a slight scraping of teeth, at the edge of
a white shirt. Yukine moves his hand up, fingers touching at the ends of the
god’s hair. It’s unwashed and just a bit greasy, feels gross against his
fingers. He bites a little bit harder, causes Yato to make a quiet gasp.
Yukine pulls at his hair, fingers combing through the strands.
He licks at pale skin again, leans back, thinking. He wants to kiss this time,
knows that it’s selfish, that if he does it there’s the chance Yato will get
stung. Orange eyes flick down and he lets go of the others hair, moves back so
that he’s no longer sitting on the gods lap. Small hands reach forward and curl
around the others hips, tugging.
The raven doesn’t say anything, keeps his hands planted on the floor by his
sides, lets himself be moved. He has to bite at his lower lip when the fingers
dip under the waistband of his track suit, when they tug lightly. More skin is
revealed and Yato has to look away, can’t meet Yukine’s eyes. The orange is
swimming with dark thoughts, flickers of desire that’s running through the back
of the gods mind. Yukine tugs and pulls at the black fabric, moves it down and
consequently moves the raven as well, till he’s hunched against the wall, pants
around his thighs.
He’s hard, the tip of his cock flushed red and the blond just wants to swallow
the whole thing down in one go.
Yukine looks up at Yato’s face as he slides down to lie on his stomach between
his legs. Blue eyes are looking off at the corner of the room and it irks him
just a bit. He wants them on him, wants the other to acknowledge him. The teen
leans forward, lips pressing against skin, licks along the raven’s exposed hip.
He can feel the other twitch, sucks lightly. If he takes his time, teases
enough, he’ll get Yato to look at him.
He always does.
Yukine wants to talk, to get the god to open his mouth. He wants to hear him,
is curious how breathless he sounds. He licks again, kisses the spot lightly
before biting, hard. The body below him squirms, fingers digging into the
ground. Yato is still looking away, is sporting a healthy flush on his cheeks,
is looking all too appetizing.
“Yato.” The blond can’t help himself, is leaning back and looking at the other,
“Can…I?” He doesn’t always ask, not when he finds the other with his hand in
his pants, teeth pressed into his lower lip to keep quiet.
“…what…?” The god’s voice is light and it sounds amazing to Yukine, makes his
mind spin and his body ache.
“I want to worship you – can I?” Blue eyes flick over for an instant, are
almost glowing.
Yato nods, movement slow, “Just don’t-ah!” He’s cut off, thoughts scattering at
the sensation of lips being pressed to the tip of his arousal. “Don’t – tease –
Hiyori about –mnh!”
Yukine is licking at the tip, tongue lapping slowly at the slit on the top,
lips rubbing against heated skin. He’s over enthusiastic, hates the scent of
sweat but likes the way the older male tastes. “Don’t tease her about what?”
He’s running his tongue up the shaft, slowly, leans back down to mouth along
the base. Yato’s breath catches in his throat and he has to squeeze his eyes
shut, the teen is way to skilled at this and it makes him nervous and feel
slightly disgusted.
Only slightly because Yukine wasn’t good his first time.
“About-worshiping….” Yato’s words come out on an exhale and he tries not to
squirm. The lips rubbing along his shaft feel good, the tongue tracing a vein
has his stomach twisting, eager. He wants Yukine to get on with it already,
wants to feel lips stretched wide as he sinks into moist wet heat. Orange eyes
are looking up at him again, tongue poking out to lick at the slit, at the
fluids slowly leaking out.
“Why, wouldn’t you like her to do this for you too?” The teen is being cruel
now and he knows it, is slightly jealous because he can’t have the girl like
that, isn’t allowed to think of her.
Yato whines, a wanton sound as he shakes his head, hands moving just a bit,
palms undoubtedly slick with sweat. “N-No, just…” He’s hesitant, has this thing
about not touching the blond while he sucks him, like it makes the situation
any less real. “Just you – do this… for me.”
Yukine stills at this, lips parted and tongue poked out for another lick. He’s
staring up at Yato now, waiting for more to be said. When the god doesn’t move,
when he keeps looking anywhere but at the teen, there’s a rush of curiosity and
a flicker of want rushing through him.
“Just me?” He licks, lips pressing against the underside of the head, sucks at
the skin lazily. “I don’t believe you.”
Yato whines and squirms again, hips twitching. He’s hard, really hard, wants to
fuck into wet heat, wants to see those lips sink down on him. “Only-you.” The
words sound almost gritted out, forced and it causes the blond to mouth along
the shaft some more, lower.
He’s enjoying himself.
“Still don’t believe you.” Yukine exhales hotly against the spot he was sucking
on, rubs his lips there. He likes that he can feel a pulse, wants to feel it on
his tongue in his mouth. He licks back up to the head, presses his lips against
it, starts to open up.
The teen is about to swallow him down, realizes something and pulls back.
Yato makes a sound like he might cry.
“Prove it.”
“What?” His voice is so airy and filled with need that it makes Yukine’s body
hot, makes him want. Yato is actually looking at him, blue eyes bright and
begging. “How do I…”
“Prove it, that I’m the only one who can worship you like this.”
The god makes a sound, looks away and it makes Yukine mad. He’s tempted to get
up and leave, to take his shower and leave Yato like this. They almost never
talk when he does this, Yato doesn’t look at him till he’s going to cum,
doesn’t touch the teen at all during the whole thing. The blond was starting to
think it was one sided, still does in a way.
There’s hands moving, threading through pale strands and orange eyes widen as
he’s tugged up. The god is leaning down, is pressing a kiss to his lips, looks
like he might cry before leaning back, resting heavily against the wall.
“Did you get hurt…?” Yukine is blushing lightly, lips tingling.
He wants more.
Yato bites his lower lip and shakes his head no, lets his hands drop to his
sides. “W-worship me… please…” He mutters, blue eyes falling shut.
The blond opens his mouth, wants to ask, to understand why. He figures he can
pester the god about it after, when he’s not throbbing and leaking. He leans
down, lips parting and sucks the head in, lips wrapping tightly around it.
Yukine can feel the god tremble at the sensation, sucks more in. He’s careful
of his teeth, rubs his tongue along the heated flesh in his mouth.
He sinks lower, with practiced ease, sucks Yato’s dick all the way in, is
quietly proud at being able to do so. Lips tighten and he starts to pull back
up. When he gets to the tip he drools just a bit, lets the saliva drip down his
chin, lets it run down the shaft. Yukine doesn’t care about being clean during
this, wants it to be wet and easy, wants to make Yato feel as good as possible.
He flicks his tongue over the tip inside his mouth, swallows down the bit of
precum he can taste, sinks back down on the cock. The teen can’t help the sound
he makes, doesn’t understand why Yato’s fluids taste so good. He thinks it has
to do with what he is, with him being a god. The thought makes him flush, the
very idea that he’s sucking a god’s dick.
He’s stupidly aroused, hopes that one day karma will be good to him and that
Yato will want more then oral.
The raven twitches below him, hips jutting up just, pushing himself back in.
Yukine lets it happen, sucks hard as he sinks back down, is eager for more. He
works himself into an easy rhythm, and hollows his cheeks just a bit. Yukine’s
too focused on what he’s doing to realize that Yato is moving, has his eyes
shut in concentration.
The god is looking down at him, lips parted as he watches, a soft moan slipping
out. He bites at his lower lip, tries to keep himself quiet. The sight of
Yukine’s lips wrapped around his cock is amazing and makes him ache and push
his hips up, insistent. The blond’s fingers dig into the skin there, holding
him down and it makes him whimper. Yato’s already done more then he normally
does, has touched Yukine, kissed him even. He can’t stop himself now, feels a
bit like he’s losing control. He lifts a hand to touch blond hair but doesn’t,
lets it hover just a few inches above the strands.
There’s a lick over the head of his cock, slow and teasing. The god can feel
the muscle rubbing against him, can feel Yukine swallow down around him. The
sensation makes him squirm, heels digging into the floor and thighs going
tense. Yato is determined not to touch, places his hand back at his side.
He feels like he’s already tainted Yukine enough with this.
Orange eyes crack open, turn and look up at him and there’s mirth floating in
them, devious and it has him looking away. The blond lets Yato slip from
between his lips, tongue still curling around the head for a second longer. He
licks his lips, hums, pleased with himself.
The god can feel the arousal throbbing in the back of his mind, hates that
Yukine likes this so much.
“I think….” Yukine starts, eyes looking up, catching blue. Yato looks away and
it fuels his irritation, makes him want to be cruel. He pokes his tongue out,
presses it against the tip, swirls it through the precum oozing out. “…I’d like
to see Hiyori do this…”
The sound that slips out of Yato’s mouth is nothing but whorish, begging.
“Please – not right-ah!-now…” He’s squirming again, is so close to cumming. “I
just…” Yukine licks again, lips parting as he sucks the head back in, swallows
the entire length down in one go. “...wannathinkofyou!”
Yato’s hands move then, grab at blond hair as he rolls his hips up, vision
crossing.
The teen is shocked, “fink uf me?” He manages to say, sliding up the shaft. The
god whines, doesn’t give the other a break and pushes him back down. He wants
to cum so bad that there’s tears starting to form in the corners of his eyes.
“Don’t-stop!” He’s gasping like a fish out of water, is close, so close – if
only Yukine would…
The blond seems to get it, decides that they’ll talk after. He swallows around
the heated length in his mouth, throat muscles working against it. Yato is
starting to tremble, is tugging at pale strands. His face is flushed and if he
wasn’t so close he’d probably pull Yukine off him, would want to do more. The
very thought is what makes him lose it, has him twitching, muscles going
taught. He pulls at blond hair, cumming down the teen’s throat, in his mouth.
Yukine makes an attempt to pull back but can’t, swallows once but can’t manage
a second time, sputters and lets the substance drip out of his mouth, down his
chin.  He looks up, mild irritation crossing his features because Yato choked
him. The way the god looks has him forgetting though, and he licks his lips.
The raven is boneless and lying limp against the wall, head cocked to the side
and body shaking lightly in the aftershocks.
“…so you like when I do this for you?” Yukine hates how hoarse his voice sounds
but loves it at the same time. He rests his head against Yato’s thigh, fingers
trailing over his skin, at the crescent marks on his hips.
The raven just nods in response, far too blissed out to think of a reply.
“How come you haven’t touched me before?” He asks, can feel a wetness on his
chin still and rubs it against the other, on his track suit.
The thing was filthy anyways.
Yato makes a sound and looks away, embarrassed, which irks Yukine.
He leans forward and laps lazily at the others spent dick, licking up some of
the cum he wasn’t able to swallow.
“Shit – stop!” Yato is grabbing at his hair, pulling him back. He’s too
sensitive for it, can’t take it. “I didn’t want…” He trails off, is still
having a hard time thinking straight. “…to make you do something you’d regret.”
Orange eyes snap up and Yukine’s expression drops, “Are you serious?” He says
and Yato can feel the anger radiating from the back of his mind. “We wouldn’t
do this if I didn’t want to.” He pushes himself up, leans in towards Yato. “You
can feel my emotions right? Do I ever give off anything that would say I didn’t
want to?”
Blue eyes turn away and Yato shakes his head. “No but you’re-“
“If you say I’m fucking fourteen I’m going to smack you.”
“But you are!”
“And you’re like 500!” Yukine reaches up and grabs at dark strands, irritated
and hurt at the same time. “I like you, you neet!” He pulls at them, trying to
push down how his chest aches and how he wants nothing more but for Yato to
kiss him again.
The god hisses at the sensation, grabs at the teen’s wrist. “I’m sorry!”
“Sorry isn’t good enough right now!” Yukine pulls again, can feel the urge to
cry bubbling up, knows that Yato can sense it from his expression. He let’s go
and stands, is going to make an attempt to hide in the bathroom.
The god pulls his pants up and follows. He grabs Yukine as the blond opens the
door, yanks it back shut. “Don’t run away!” Yato wraps his arm around the
others chest, picks him up with far too much ease, drags him back towards the
futon.
“I’m not running away!” Yukine snaps, knows that it’s far too obvious of a lie.
He tries to pry Yato’s arm from his chest, is dropped in a heap on the gods
bed. He glares at the other as he plops down next to him. Yato can still feel
the tingle on his skin from his release, can’t find it in him to glare back.
“I’m sorry.”
“I told you that’s not good enough.” Yukine looks away, is seething at how
stupid the other can be.
“Yukine-“
“No.”
The god makes a sound, frustrated, wants to hit something out of anger. “Yu-
kin-ne.” He grits out, wants orange eyes to look at him. When the blond doesn’t
move, when he continues to stare off at the corner of the room it makes him
growl, a low sound slipping from his throat.
“Look at me.”
“…”
“Look at me!”
“No.”
Yato snaps at this, lungs forward and shoves the teen back, fingers curling
over his shoulders, pinning him to the futon.
“How does it feel?” Yukine knows he’s being a brat, that this isn’t helping fix
anything. He’s frustrated himself, doesn’t understand what the god has been
thinking, hates that they’ve gone so long without talking about it.
Yato can’t reply, is more shocked then anything. He lessens his grip on the
teen’s shoulders, leans down to press his forehead against the other. “I just…
feel like shit because you’re so…”
“Don’t say it.” Yukine squirms, doesn’t like how close Yato is to him now. He
can smell sweat and that scent that drives Hiyori up the wall. It makes his
head spin if he breaths in too much, makes him weak and lightheaded.
“I’m supposed to be a good dad-“
Yukine is grabbing at his hair, glaring up at him. “Stop with your goddamn
daddy issues. You’re my God, master, owner, whatever term you want to use! You
are not my parent. Hiyori is not my Mom – she’s only sixteen!”
“Why do you keep bringing her into this!” Yato hisses as he tries to pulls
Yukine’s hand from his hair, can’t deny how the blond has a good grip.
“Because she’s a part of this too!”
“How?!”
“Because you want her more then you want me!”
Yato gasps, blue eyes screwing shut as a sharp pain runs down his back. He
stops moving, breathes in through his nose, realizes something. The fingers in
his hair go slack and Yukine drops his hand, looks away again. He’s blushing
now, bright red and there’s a wetness to his eyes. The raven can feel the ache
in his chest and he wants to do everything possible to make it stop.
“You’re jealous?”
“…”
“Why are you jealous?” He’s glared at, is given this look that screams pain and
Yato is waiting for another searing shock to run down his spine.
“Because you can kiss her and not get hurt! You can think about her however you
want and not hurt someone!”
There’s silence in the room, the distant sound of Kofuku and Daikoku
downstairs.
Yato leans back, sits on the blond’s hips. He reaches up and rubs that back of
his neck. He’s trying to think of what to say, how to remedy the situation
without making it worse. When a minute passes Yukine squirms, tries to climb
out from under the raven. A hand is placed on his shoulder, holding him still
against the bed.
“Don’t be jealous. Yeah I like her – a lot…” He pauses, has to breathe in
around the pain in his chest, the weird sensation that his heart is breaking.
“But I like you the same as her.” He whines and grabs at his chest, his heart,
and leans forward. “Can you – not…” Yato kisses the blond’s cheek, the corner
of his eye. “I like the two of you the same.” There’s another kiss and Yukine
is looking at him like he’s grown a second head.
“You can think about her too – hell you can kiss her even.” He breathes in
slow, the ache subsiding some. “It just has to be consenting.” Yato kisses the
blond’s forehead, can feel the confusion radiating from the far corners of his
mind.
“I just… I’m sorry…” He tries, doesn’t know what else to do or say. The god
leans back just a bit, gives the teen a moment to say something, anything. He
watches his expression, his lips part, realizes that they are redder than
usual. The reason why makes him want to press them against his own.
Yato leans back down and kisses Yukine, light and soft. He can feel the
scattering of thoughts in the back of his mind, can’t help but smile lightly.
He leans back, presses their foreheads together, smiles.
“So… you won’t get hurt because you’re wanting to kiss?”
“Yeah – and the same with Hiyori…” Yato hums lightly, “And just – if you kiss
her I… I want to be there too…” He adds, flushing at the thought.
“Dirty old man.” Yukine teases, reaches up and lightly touches the back of
Yato’s neck. “A-And if you… with her…”
“I know.” Yato kisses him again, harsher this time, a slow and easy slide of
lips. He likes the feel of how swollen Yukine’s are, likes how they work so
easily against his own, how compliant and eager he is. “You’re…” He says,
through kisses, “…going to - have to teach Hiyori how to kiss…” The god licks
across the seam of Yukine’s mouth, bites softly at his lower lip.
“Y-yeah?” The teen squirms at the thought, at the idea. “I-I’m sorry too-” He’s
kissed again, all lips and easy movements, a flick of tongue. “For stinging…
you…”
“I’ll be fine.” Yato hums lightly and leans back, kisses the blond’s forehead
once more. “The spring water should help since you understand…”
“You need to bathe anyways.” Yukine is touching his hair again, rubbing the
strands together. “Hiyori won’t touch you if you’re this gross.” He pushes
himself up on his elbows. “If you’re clean she can smell you better in spirit
form.”
Yato pauses, stares down at the teen. He looks like he’s trying to understand
but isn’t fully grasping the idea. It causes the blond to sigh and lie back
down. “You’re scent – phantoms, ya’know how it’s attractive…”
“Oh – wait, she can smell it to?”
Yukine gives him this look, one that screams dumbass and mild irritation. “Go
shower.”
“I never…”
“Shower. And give me that stupid suit so I can wash it.”
“It’s not dirty yet!” Yato leans back, arms wrapping around himself.
“It’s got cum on it, it’s dirty.” Yukine squirms his way from underneath the
god and pushes him off the futon. “Shower, you taste like a freaking salt
lick.”
The raven pouts as he crawls towards the door, looking far more dejected then
he should. He looks back at the teen, is met with glaring orange and his
shoulders drop. “Fine!” He consents, and leaves the room.
Yukine flops back onto the bed, smiles to himself, blushing and feeling oddly
giddy, wonders if Hiyori would consent to a kiss…
Eventually…
End Notes
     Hiyori needs more love, bb is so cute
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