I'm just gonna say.... Oh Atemu....

Yuugi met him halfway, pressing his lips to Atemu's and relishing in the jolt of sudden voracity that spread through his veins. Dropping his juice, Yuugi reached out and tugged Atemu closer by the lapel of his shirt, a needy impatience to his movements. He slid his tongue along Atemu's bottom lip, a dangerous burn in his belly as Atemu turned his body and shifted closer, arms wrapping around Yuugi's torso. Atemu parted his lips and Yuugi groaned as he responded with equal fervor and their kiss deepened. He twisted his tongue around Atemu's and pushed with his hands, eagerly moving him onto his back, their food dropping to scatter on the ground.

The fact that they were right outside a grocery store mattered little to Yuugi. He wanted to feel Atemu in that moment and all he cared about was the delicious taste of his mouth and the warmth of his hands on the small of his back. Yuugi slid down to kiss Atemu's neck, encouraged by the rapid pulse he felt there.

“Oh, fuck,” Atemu said, jerking up.

“Good idea,” Yuugi said as he ran a hand down Atemu's side, fingers gripping the black cloth of his waistcoat as through he would rip it from his body. He pressed on, undeterred from his mouth's exploration of Atemu's beautiful neck.

“No, I sat on your juice,” Atemu said distractedly. But as Yuugi looked up at him, Atemu finally registered his comment. His eyes widened, comically so. “Wait, what?”

“What?” Yuugi echoed, “Juice?”

“Uh, what?” Atemu said, blinking owlishly before he shook his head, frowning. “Wait, did you say 'good idea'?” His hands tightened imperceptibly on Yuugi's waist.

“What juice?” Yuugi pressed, a teasing smile at the edge of his lips.

“Uh,” Atemu floundered, blinking rapidly as his brain struggled to catch up, “juice. I sat on it.”

“Oh,” Yuugi said, peering over Atemu's shoulder to see his squashed pouch lying behind him. He felt Atemu sniff him as he leaned, nose brushing against the shell of his ear, and Yuugi felt goosebumps break out onto his neck as his stomach swooped low with excitement. “Whoops,” Yuugi said, slightly breathless, “sorry.” He shifted away unwillingly, hands trailing down Atemu's biceps and thighs sliding against each other, the longing in Yuugi's veins pulsing through his body like erratic electricity.

“My shirt's wet,” Atemu mumbled, shifting to reach back and touch the wet spot on his back, “vest too, damn.”

“Least it won't stain,” Yuugi soothed, taking a deep breath to clear his head, and Atemu nodded, laughing.

“Just as well,” he said, a hefty sigh leaving him, “a few seconds more and I wouldn't have stopped unless you asked me to.” When Yuugi only smiled in reply, Atemu took a deep breath and let it out in a whoosh, turning his face away and fidgeting with his slacks self-consciously. Yuugi peered down at his lap and Atemu's expression rapidly turned embarrassed. “Uh,” he said, ineffectively trying to hide his growing problem from Yuugi's gaze. He cleared his throat quietly and Yuugi looked up at him, eyes filled with mirth.

“Whoops,” Yuugi reiterated and Atemu shrugged helplessly, shaking his head as he sheepishly rubbed at the back of his neck.

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P. S.  : Atemu is 18 in this story and Yuugi is 24.

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