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Just a Little Longer
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Category:
Yu-Gi-Oh › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
2
Views:
3,976
Reviews:
11
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own YuGiOh!, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
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A/N: Okay…I fix a few errors in my first chapter and I go to check it not five minuets later and it went from 5 star to 3 star. Is this some automatic thing or does someone have it out for me? I’ve noticed that my fics will get dragged down one or two stars then go back up and I won’t get a single bad review or e-mail. I’m SERIOUS people…if you don’t like something…tell me…specifically… I hate this stupid pussy-footing some of you do.
Disclaimer: still applies.
Just a Little Longer
Yugis’ eyes went wide so suddenly he almost didn’t know what had just happened. When the same rush that had awakened him flowed into his body he knew. “Yami.” He barely croaked out the name in the face of a nearly orgasmic shiver in his body.
He didn’t know why but for the past several nights he’d been lulled into a near lucid state by whispered touches that would explode into full orgasm at a seconds notice. He couldn’t tell Yami about it, it was way too embarrassing and the sheer pleasure of it was hard to just toss to the side.
The link they shared seemed to open freely in moments of high tension or sensation. Yugi had been too afraid to ‘take care’ of himself in months because he suspected the height of such activity would leak into Yami. Apparently Yami had no such thoughts of holding back.
A wave of pleasure crashed into him and he jerked up into a sitting position nearly falling right over on his side as he fumbled with his boxers. He desperately hoped his grandfather was sound asleep. He knew for a fact he wouldn’t be able to hold back the moans once he got started.
His body seized up and a gasp was choked out. But that wasn’t the end of it, oh no. His back arched suddenly just as he got his hand on bare skin. Images flashed in his head, he’d never been able to figure them out, the rush of pleasure always drowning them.
“Ah Yami yes!” He cried out not even aware of it.
He rolled onto his knees bracing himself with one hand while his other worked furiously to end the ache. Somewhere in the back of his head he wondered what he was doing but another whispered that he should spread his legs father apart and turn his hips up more.
He tossed his head from side to side whimpering. The work his hand was doing didn’t seem to be helping any so he quite and used both arms to hold him up. But without a constant action to keep him busy his body thrust back against nothing.
The moans and gasps leaving his throat almost wouldn’t be contained. No longer in the right frame of mind any thoughts about probably alerting his grandfather had evaporated.
An unexpected lull in the sensations wracking his body startled him. Almost as much as the muscle twitch that caused him to roll and land on his back on the bed. His legs pushed up taking his far far off the bed at a sudden intensity that raced up his spine.
His back tensed and he blindly felt his hand down to grasp himself as he came violently. Immediately his whole body hit back on the bed and his stomach curled nearly sitting him up in the throes of several aftershocks.
He’d be shaking for another thirty minuets. All he had to do now was breath and wait for them to subside. “Yami.” He gasped softly slowly rolling to his side, a damp stickiness on his hand and all inside his boxers.
His heavy breathing became a light pant and then a shallow breath.
He wondered how it was that Yami could get so, ‘energetic’, about masturbation. That is if that’s what he was actually doing. For all Yugi knew Yami had the Dark Magician in there with him in his soul room, banging him three ways till Sunday.
He bit his lip at the thought. Or maybe it was the thought of having the both of them licking, touching and basically devouring him. Or maybe for just Yami doing it.
He sighed and rolled over trying to decide if he should get up to clean up and get new boxers. Eventually he rolled off the bed getting an experimental leg under him finding it well enough to support him.
As he peeled off the dirty boxers he wondered to himself. Why wouldn’t Yami tell him what was going on? Did Yami even like him like that? And if he did *when* was the Spirit going to tell him?
He cleaned himself off with the done-for boxers and pulled on a second pair tossing the first in with the dirty clothes.
Maybe Yami was debating the issue with himself. That would explain the sexual frustration Yugi felt a lot just before the ghostly hands start to fondle him in his dreams.
If so then all Yugi had to do was wait a while longer for Yami to decide on what he wanted. Then again, if Yami didn’t want Yugi…
He sighed and crawled back into bed.
Just a little longer, he told himself. Yami will tell me what’s wrong and in the mean time I can enjoy what he’s doing to himself and to me. He snuggled against his pillow now feeling quite satisfied and tired.
Just a little longer.
Disclaimer: still applies.
Just a Little Longer
Yugis’ eyes went wide so suddenly he almost didn’t know what had just happened. When the same rush that had awakened him flowed into his body he knew. “Yami.” He barely croaked out the name in the face of a nearly orgasmic shiver in his body.
He didn’t know why but for the past several nights he’d been lulled into a near lucid state by whispered touches that would explode into full orgasm at a seconds notice. He couldn’t tell Yami about it, it was way too embarrassing and the sheer pleasure of it was hard to just toss to the side.
The link they shared seemed to open freely in moments of high tension or sensation. Yugi had been too afraid to ‘take care’ of himself in months because he suspected the height of such activity would leak into Yami. Apparently Yami had no such thoughts of holding back.
A wave of pleasure crashed into him and he jerked up into a sitting position nearly falling right over on his side as he fumbled with his boxers. He desperately hoped his grandfather was sound asleep. He knew for a fact he wouldn’t be able to hold back the moans once he got started.
His body seized up and a gasp was choked out. But that wasn’t the end of it, oh no. His back arched suddenly just as he got his hand on bare skin. Images flashed in his head, he’d never been able to figure them out, the rush of pleasure always drowning them.
“Ah Yami yes!” He cried out not even aware of it.
He rolled onto his knees bracing himself with one hand while his other worked furiously to end the ache. Somewhere in the back of his head he wondered what he was doing but another whispered that he should spread his legs father apart and turn his hips up more.
He tossed his head from side to side whimpering. The work his hand was doing didn’t seem to be helping any so he quite and used both arms to hold him up. But without a constant action to keep him busy his body thrust back against nothing.
The moans and gasps leaving his throat almost wouldn’t be contained. No longer in the right frame of mind any thoughts about probably alerting his grandfather had evaporated.
An unexpected lull in the sensations wracking his body startled him. Almost as much as the muscle twitch that caused him to roll and land on his back on the bed. His legs pushed up taking his far far off the bed at a sudden intensity that raced up his spine.
His back tensed and he blindly felt his hand down to grasp himself as he came violently. Immediately his whole body hit back on the bed and his stomach curled nearly sitting him up in the throes of several aftershocks.
He’d be shaking for another thirty minuets. All he had to do now was breath and wait for them to subside. “Yami.” He gasped softly slowly rolling to his side, a damp stickiness on his hand and all inside his boxers.
His heavy breathing became a light pant and then a shallow breath.
He wondered how it was that Yami could get so, ‘energetic’, about masturbation. That is if that’s what he was actually doing. For all Yugi knew Yami had the Dark Magician in there with him in his soul room, banging him three ways till Sunday.
He bit his lip at the thought. Or maybe it was the thought of having the both of them licking, touching and basically devouring him. Or maybe for just Yami doing it.
He sighed and rolled over trying to decide if he should get up to clean up and get new boxers. Eventually he rolled off the bed getting an experimental leg under him finding it well enough to support him.
As he peeled off the dirty boxers he wondered to himself. Why wouldn’t Yami tell him what was going on? Did Yami even like him like that? And if he did *when* was the Spirit going to tell him?
He cleaned himself off with the done-for boxers and pulled on a second pair tossing the first in with the dirty clothes.
Maybe Yami was debating the issue with himself. That would explain the sexual frustration Yugi felt a lot just before the ghostly hands start to fondle him in his dreams.
If so then all Yugi had to do was wait a while longer for Yami to decide on what he wanted. Then again, if Yami didn’t want Yugi…
He sighed and crawled back into bed.
Just a little longer, he told himself. Yami will tell me what’s wrong and in the mean time I can enjoy what he’s doing to himself and to me. He snuggled against his pillow now feeling quite satisfied and tired.
Just a little longer.